Page 30 of The (Maybe) Murderer Who Knocked Me Up

That’s when I understand why he came. He wasn’t doing me a favor. He’s here because his heart is still tied to a criminal—a criminal he’s afraid of. And he doesn’t know what to do about it.

The way he’s looking at me right now makes me want to forget everything and make out with him until we don’t care why we’re hot for each other. But I fucked this up. That means it’s my responsibility to fix it.

“Is there some kind of raccoon bond expert we could go see?” I ask.

“Um, maybe. But I haven’t ever heard of anyone like that.”

“Would your omega mom know?”

He bites his lip. “I haven’t exactly told her about this.”

He’s probably embarrassed of me.

“I told my aunt,” he says. “If there was someone who could help out with messed up bonds, I think she would have mentioned it. Unless she didn’t know about them. She spends more time with animals than people.” He sighs and faces forward in his seat. “I have to tell my moms.”

“Are you sure? If you don’t want to?—”

“Slade, I am this close to climbing on your lap and begging you to fuck me in this car, even though we’re less than a mile from Sciff. Clearly, our connection hasn’t faded at all.” He rolls down his window and puts the car into drive. “We need help.”

I try not to feel disappointed. I would have eagerly agreed to fuck him in this car if he’d asked. My cock is still uncomfortably hard. But if he doesn’t want that, I won’t try to persuade him otherwise.

“Okay,” I agree.

He pulls out onto the road. “We shouldn’t stop somewhere along the way to let off some steam, right? Not when we don’t know what’s going on.”

My cock aches at the suggestion. “I… think we should do whatever you want to do.”

He clenches his jaw. “We can’t. It would be irresponsible.”

He’s probably right. But damn, this car ride is going to be eternal.

15

SEQUIN

We do stop. Not to have sex, but to get gas. I pretend the Jeep needs fuel, even though Slade can easily see that I still have half a tank left. Escaping the car and his scent isn’t as much of a relief as I thought it would be. I surreptitiously adjust my rock-hard erection and remind myself that Slade is Chime’s alpha dad. Fucking around with him will make things complicated, and she doesn’t deserve that.

After I get gas pumping into the car, I pull out my phone and text Silver.

Hey, would you mind taking Chime to a movie in about an hour? Or anything that would get her out of the house for a while.

He responds immediately.

Sure. Is everything okay?

There have been many times when I’ve wished that I’d told Silver what really happened between me and Slade. Out of all my brothers, I think he would have handled it best.

I text him back.

Everything is fine. I just need to talk to Mom about something sensitive.

He sends a question mark, which is fair. That’s a vague explanation.

I’ll tell you about it later, okay?

Next, I text my omega mom.

Could I come over in about an hour? I have something I want to talk to you about.

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