Page 13 of How to Rescue Your Surprise Baby

MAV DISCOVERS THAT TELOS HAS SECRETS

Mav froze,glad he hadn’t been drinking coffee because he would’ve sprayed it all over the windshield. “What do you mean?”

Telos rolled his eyes. “I packed your things, remember? I found a soaked T-shirt under your pillow. That must’ve been really uncomfortable to sleep on.”

He flushed slightly, looking at everything but Mav.

“What did you do with that shirt?” Mav’s mouth said without his permission.

Telos’ ears turned pink. “Stuffed it into your bag, of course. You’re going to have jizz-stained everything over the next few days.”

Except Mavhadn’tcome across it when he’d dug through his bag for clothes. He would’ve bumped into that soaked shirt otherwise. “It’s not in my bag.”

“Pfft. It’s in a side pocket.” Telos backed them out of the parking lot, and didn’t look Mav in the eye.

He’d probably thrown it away, the jerkwad.

Mav stewed in his seat, cramming the rest of his breakfast sandwich into his mouth. Being annoyed was much easier than thinking about how Telos had sat in this very seat last night, fisting his own cock.

They got onto the highway. Mav gave Telos directions when the need arose. The rest of the time, they fought over the radio stations.

“Don’t play that,” Telos growled. “I’m the driver. I get to decide.”

“You didn’t let me have that privilege yesterday, so you shouldn’t get it today, either.”

“Yeah, tell that to a baby.” Telos flung his hand into the air. “I’m looking for cool songs to sing to my—to my daughter. Surely you can’t deprive a baby of that.”

Mav frowned. “Why would you sing songs from a radio to a kid?”

“To change things up! I can’t imagine you’d want to sing The Wheels On The Bus for hours on end. At least, not yet.”

Mav released the radio dial. “Fine. You can flip through the stations until you’ve got one song.”

“Five,” Telos said immediately.

Mav wanted to growl. “Two.”

“Four.” Telos smirked.

“No more than two.”

“Three, and I won’t annoy you for an hour.”

“Fine.” Maybe Mav shouldn’t have folded so easily, but he liked his peace and quiet, damn it.

“Yesss.” Telos did a victory dance in his seat, his firm shoulder bumping into Mav’s.

Mav grumbled, “Give you an inch...”

Telos waggled his eyebrows. “Just an inch, huh? I’m sure you’ve got more to give. Don’t be stingy.”

Mav was abruptly reminded of his dirty thoughts, and the several inches he’d given to Telos in his imagination. “You can’t take that many.”

Telos’ eyebrows shot up; the car swerved slightly before he got it back under control. With a lopsided grin, he asked, “How many inches are we talking?”

Mav might’ve choked on his tongue if he hadn’t been stunned speechless.

“More than you can take,” he said when he finally found his voice. Then he wanted to claw those words back into his mouth. What thehellhad he been thinking?

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