Page 58 of A Deceitful Pact

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” I brush it off.

“It ain’t stupid if you're worrying about it,” he points out.

“Can we just drop it for now? I need to think about what I’m gonna say to the whole town about what just happened.”

“It ain’t the town's business, now tell me what's gotcha worried.” He proves that there's no way he’s going to drop this when he takes my face in both hands.

“Someone vandalised my patrol car last night, or early this morning,” I admit, deciding to leave out the photograph on the bed incident. “They wrote ‘quit bitch’ on the driver side door.”

“And you got no idea who it was?” He frowns.

“Nope.” I wait for him to release me, then readjust my belt. “But I can’t worry about that now. I need to work on damage control. I can’t believe I lost my temper like that.”

“Tell ‘em that you thought it was me,” he suggests with a shrug.

“I can’t do that!” I stare back at him as if he’s mad.

“Why? It would explain why you went all demolition mode on my truck. What's the alternative, admitting you were driven insane by lust and jealousy?” He sniggers, and I slap him hard in the chest.

“It wasn’t lustorjealousy. It was hormones, which you are partially to blame for.” I dig my finger into his shoulder, then realize I’ve slipped up again when his smile lifts all the way to his eyes. I’ve spent the whole time I’ve been pregnant trying to deter him from thinking that this baby is ours, now I’m letting all the walls around me crumble.

“So if I'm partially to blame, are ya gonna let me take some responsibility?” He steps closer, taking my hips in his hands and looking like he’s going to kiss me again.

“This isn’t a relationship, Sawyer, it can’t ever be that.” I see the disappointment he tries to mask. “But if you want to help me, and be my friend, I guess I could use one right now,” I admit. I wish I could be honest and tell him all my reasons, but I’m not ready to open myself up like that. I don’t know if I’ll ever be.

“You're in control, Riley. I’ll do whatever you need me to do, and I’ll do it on your terms. Just let me take care of you both. I know it wasn’t part of the deal, but things have changed since then.”

I can’t deny that, so I nod my head and agree.

“Good girl.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead, and it spreads a warm tingle all over my body. “Now, you go out there and tell whoever asks that you thought I was the one who vandalised your patrol car, then you come back here at seven pm, wearing something that shows off that pretty little tummy, so we can eat pizza.” He heads for the door and holds it open for me. I roll my eyes as I move out, and I’m surprised when he follows me out and locks the door behind him.

“Where are you goin’, aren’t you supposed to be opening up?” I check the time, and it’s way past twelve.

“Not yet, first I’m gonna try and find out who did that to your car, then I’ll make ‘em regret it.” He goes to walk toward his truck, then pauses. When he turns his head back to me, I smile at him awkwardly.

“It’s a good fuckin’ thing you’re pretty,” he tells me, before crossing the road and heading in the direction of Cade’s garage.

SAWYER

THREE WEEKS LATER

“See how much easier things can be when you stop being stubborn?” I reach around her front and slide my hands over the swell of her stomach. I have no idea how she’s still managing to keep it hidden under her uniform.

“Don’t stop.” She reaches her arm up behind her and wraps it around my neck as I fill her from behind and let my hands explore her body. I swear this woman gets hornier by the day, and she’s getting no complaints from me about it. “That's good. I’m gonna come again,” she whispers, gripping my hair between her fingers and stroking her other hand over her tummy. I love seeing how she touches it so proudly. “You like that baby bump I gave you,” I whisper in her ear as she comes for me, “and you love your baby daddy’s cock pumping you full,” I remind her. I’ve never called myself that before, but I figure her being in the middle of an orgasm is a good time to test it out.

Her head nods and her moans get louder, and as soon as she’s finished, I pull out, spin her round and shoot my load all over that sexy bump she’s growing.

“You could have given me a little warning,” I tell her, catching my breath and holding the edge of the counter.

“You told me anytime and I needed you, now.” She shrugs her shoulders, sliding her fingers through the sticky mess I made on her stomach and rubbing it into her skin. I watch her and do nothing to hide my amusement.

“What? It could be good for stretch marks.” She looks up at me and smiles, and I snatch her jaw and kiss her for being too damn cute.

“So, what's your plans for today?” She slides off the counter and pulls up her pants.

“Open the bar, and wait for you to need my services again, I guess.” When I turn around, she’s not smiling anymore. I wonder what I said wrong. Saying Riley can be temperamental is an understatement.

“Sawyer, I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”

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