Page 12 of The Ranger
The night we met, I saw a beautiful wild tiger, and the idea of her around my cock and in my bed was hot as fuck.
I was right.
But as the mother of my unborn baby?Much less hot.Lukewarm.More like clammy.
Liar.
Scarlett is argumentative about every goddamn topic, insanely independent and angry.Sodamn angry.
To her credit, she never excludes me from anything to do with the baby, and I respect that.Although she uses the wordtoleratea lot.
Aside from all of that, there’s this unspoken thing between us that we’re not addressing.I’m not blind to the way she reacts around me.She might be pregnant and my baby mamma but she’s still a woman...one I spent hours pleasuring.
Just to be clear, I also took a ton of pleasure from her.And damn, it was...
Digressing.
So, yeah, I see the way her eyes dilate, her lashes flutter, her lips part ever so softly when I lift something or run a hand over her arm.Or...things.
A lot of things.
But when she knows I’m looking, one blink and she blocks me out.Scarlet, like me, is also nervous and excited.It has bonded us.It’s the glue that keeps us moving forward and not killing one another.
And when I’m tempted to cross those lines, and think she might want it, all it takes is a moment’s glance and she pushes me firmly back in thedaddylane.
I’m always glad she did it.
My cock isn’t.
But I am.
Our boundaries are important—important for our child.Jesus, I’m going to be adad.Soon.At best, four weeks.
Emotionally, I’m not ready.
Telling Mom that I knocked up a woman wasn’t my proudest moment, but then she met Scarlett—a heart-stopping moment—and they got along very well.My sister, Caylee, loves her.
“I hope she lets us be a part of its life,” Mom said a few months ago.
“Of course she will, Mom.It’s my kid, too.”
“I know, but...”
I waited for the “You are just like your father”comment, but it never came.I was doing enough of that for the both of us because I could see the disappointment on her face.She wanted me to bring a girl home, fall in love, propose, have a big wedding and then give her grandkids.
Instead, I had skipped all those steps and announced she was now a grandma.
Have I thought about proposing?
Ummmmmmmm...no.
Yes.
Sort of.
Listen, knocking up a girl is nothing to be proud of.Everyone was expecting it, and no one—no one—would’ve believed it was because we were in love.
We aren’t.
