Page 122 of Saved By My Buyers

I swear, my brain was screaming the entire time, even as I clamped my lips together, to force it from spilling out.

Gasping, I manage to stop the car, facing a different direction from when I started.

“I didn’t hit anything!” I cheer, as Jack and Bee relax.

“I cried when he did that to me,” Bee says with a snicker. “Jack thought he broke me.”

“I couldn’t do this to her back then either,” he growls, pulling my hair to kiss me. Moaning, my fingers tug him closer. I’ve been so horny lately and I don’t know why.

“Cemetery sex would be really hot when it’s not so cold,” Bee says. Shit, it’s like she can read my mind.

“It would be,” I agree. “Wait, I think I need to make a doctor appointment before we have sex again, guys.”

“Why?” Jack asks.

“I think my birth control only lasts for six months, but I haven’t thought about it and?—”

I’m babbling, eyes wide, and very close to having an anxiety attack.

“Babe, babe! Okay, take a breath. I think you need to do something distracting while we have this conversation. Drive me around like a passenger princess,” Bee demands.

My girlfriend is insane. “What? How is that going to help? What if I’m pregnant? I mean, shit. I had my period last month. Why can’t I think?”

“You’re panicking,” Jack says. “Come on, show me ten and two. Let’s go, Dahlia!”

Ugh, he’s doing that thing where he tells me what to do. Dammit.

“Fine,” I groan, starting my loop around the cemetery. I’m not as nervous now that I’ve managed to get myself out of a spin out, so my hands only tremble a little.

“Now, let’s work through this. What would you do if you were pregnant?” Jack asks.

“That’s the issue. I would panic,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Why? I have money, you have flexibility with your job, and Bee… What do you think, baby?” Jack asks.

“I love babies,” she admits. “I want the entire experience, but I need to wait until after I’m out of school. That doesn’t mean you can’t. I’ll get snuggles, love and adore them with you, and still get my career. The question is, how do you feel about babies, Dahlia?”

“They terrify me,” I mutter. “I’ve never been around them at all, and they’re so tiny. What if I break it?”

Driving is helping me to concentrate, and my breath is evening out.

“I’m twenty-years-old, and am slowly getting used to not having to scrape by. I don’t think I’m ready for babies yet. Not to mention, I still have a babysitter who is ex-military,” I remind them.

“I mean, you didn’t say no,” Jack says with a shrug, high fiving Bee. God, they make me crazy.

“Did you really high five her over my uterus?” I ask with a giggle. “Jack! Can you not act your age?”

“You two keep me young,” he says, winking. “Okay, one more time and then you can drive us home.”

“In the snow with the people?” I squeal, but he just laughs.

“Come on, you can do it. I’ll make us hot chocolate and dinner when we get home,” he cajoles.

Even with the heated seats and the heater on, it’s really fucking cold. “Argh,” I groan, squeezing the steering wheel anxiously. “Only because you promised me hot chocolate.”

“I’ll make sure to remind him,” Bee says with a grin.

It’s so easy to be around them. I swear, my life would be almost perfect if it wasn’t for Gareth.

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