Page 13 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“Butch!” she cried out, and I looked over my shoulder tosee Butch Wiggins, one of my high school friends, at the door of the Pig.

He was dressed in a Pig in the Poke t-shirt, and it took me a moment to realize that he was working as a bouncer.

Lexie ran over to him, hugging him tightly, and jealousy rose in me. I walked right over, putting a hand on her lower back.

“Lexie and Oliver, as I live and breathe,” Butch said dramatically. “Never thought I’d see you two again. Are you married now?”

Lexie shook her head fast enough that I thought her neck might get a cramp. “Just catching up,” she said, and for a moment, I pictured our entire future, the future that she’d thrown away.

What if we had married? What if we’d settled down in our hometown, had the same friends, gone out with Butch and his girlfriend on weekends?

It could have been so wonderful.

Butch did a shot with us, and Lexie wrinkled her nose.

“It’s been an incredibly long day, and I’m a little tipsy,” she admitted. “I think I need to get to the hotel.”

“Of course,” I said quickly, exchanging numbers with Butch to keep in touch. My head was spinning a bit, too, so instead of driving, I put my keys in my pocket. “Let’s walk.”

Lexie nodded, leaning against me, and before I knew it, we were holding hands on our way to the hotel, staying that way during check in and in the elevator to her floor.

The woman behind the counter gave us a few sidelong glances that made me think she wanted to say something. I didn’t want to break the spell of the moment, so I just shook my head slightly at her while Lexie was looking away. She widened her eyes and nodded, then mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key.

We got our room keys, and climbed into the elevator. Lexie leaned against me, her hair wafting fruity styling product smells at me. She even smelled the same.

We stumbled through the door at the same time, giggling as we played bumper cars in the small space. I reached out and steadied her so she didn’t tumble onto her face, and the zing of awareness that shot up my arm was almost painful.

“We can hit up the mini bar if you’re feeling snackish,” I said to her to cover the lust coiling through me, and she smiled.

“You don’t have to pay for everything, Oliver. I’ll figure things out.”

“Too late. I’ve already paid for tonight and tomorrow.”

She frowned. “You?—”

“Didn’t have to do that. I know. I wanted to.”

She looked up at me from under her eyelashes. “Is there anything else you might want to do?”

I stepped closer to her. “I don’t know…I could think of a thing or two.”

She smiled at me. I hated the sad look in her eyes. I wanted to make it go away. “I didn’t get my wedding night,” she said a bit grimly.

“I feel like we should talk about that,” I said, stepping back a little.

She shook her head hard. “I can’t talk about it. Not right now. What do you want to do?”

“You know damn well what I want to do.”

I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. My brain was yelling at me to push her away, to leave, but my heart... my heart wanted her. And my body. I’d always wanted her. I’d never stopped wanting her, and that was the truth I could never admit to myself.

“What if I want it, too?” she asked in a small voice, stepping closer, wrapping her thin arms around my neck, her ample breasts pressing against my chest.

“Lexie,” I whispered, but it was too late, my mouth was pressing against hers. Her tongue slid between my lips, and I couldn’t help but groan into her mouth.

I pushed her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed and she plopped down on it, giggling. It made my heart swoop with joy to hear her happiness.

I took off her bodice, ripping one side, eager to see her breasts bounce free, and unhooked her bra with one hand.

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