Page 74 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

Oh, look how big my gun is…

Aren’t I powerful?

I can shoot a bird that was bread and fed to think it’s safe here…

Oh, that was a bad feeling. I had to watch my inner monologue because pregnancy kept me constantly on the verge of tears. “Stupid men,” I mumbled under my breath as I put together a sandwich at the sideboard. “I don’t trust you. Want to come to my house for Thanksgiving…”I rolled my eyes. “Idiots.”

I turned with my plate and came face to face with Hale.

“There you are.”

I pursed my lips wondering how much he heard. “Hey.”

“How’s your morning going?”

“Fine.” His easy expression turned unsure. Hale hated when I said I was fine. “Did you kill a bird?”

He chuckled. “No.”

My eyes narrowed. “Why did you invite that guy here after I told you how uncomfortable he made me last night?”

“He apologized for anything offensive he might have said and asked for a chance to make it up to you.”

“And you’re letting him?” Who wasthis guy and what did he do with my husband? “A little heads up would’ve been nice.”

“I would have told you, but this is the first we’re speaking since last night. You left me there, Rayne.”

“You left me on a dance floor, Hale. And no one was dancing.”

“I came right back, but you were gone.”

I wasn’t going to argue semantics. “I don’t like him.”

“Baby, he’s all talk. I made it clear who you belong to.”

I scoffed and touched my neck. “That reminds me, where did you put my leash?”

“You know what I mean.”

Xander’s words came back to me. “Oh my God, he was right. You brought him here to show off.”

He stepped closer and lowered his voice, the silver of his eyes darkening to a stormy grey. “Maybe I did. Should we give him a show?”

This was one of thosekeep your friends close and your enemies closerthings. I poked my finger in his chest before he could step any closer. “I don’t like playing games like this, Hale.”

“Some games are fun, Rayne.” He pressed the front of his body to mine.

“Right now, my sandwich looks fun.”

“Come on, baby. Don’t be mad at me.” He knew exactly how to push my buttons. One swipe of his fingers along my neck and I was a puddle of goo for him.

“You’re such a punk.”

He chuckled and set my plate aside, backing me into the wall. When he kissed me, his hands went right into my hair. “Deny it all you want, baby, but you like when I get possessive and stake my claim.”

My breath quickened as he pinched my nipple through my shirt. My body's switchboard was a hot mess these days, and I felt too many things at once. Excitement. Fear. Arousal. Longing for my sandwich. “I like it in private.”

He dragged his nose along my cheek as if breathing me in, quietly whispering, “I don’t want to be private today, Rayne. I want him to see the way you look at me, the way I touch you, the way you make me happier than any man alive. I want him to imagine how hot you are when I’m fucking you,mywife. Then I’ll make it unmistakably clearthat he, or any other man for that matter, will never know you as intimately as I do.”

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