Page 13 of The Ranger
I care about her.
Scarlett doesn’t love me.Hell, I think she’d push me in front of a truck some days if she wouldn’t go to prison for it.
She’d say no if I asked.
But I do care.I care very much.She’s carrying my baby, and she...she gets under my skin.Over the past four months, we have a relationship unique to that I have with anyone else in my life.
Neither of us was happy about the situation we found ourselves in, but we’ve made the most of it.
Confession: I’m still insanely attracted to her.
So between wanting to fuck Scarlett’s tight little pussy and hiding my attraction so she doesn’t dropkick me out of her life, together we’ve collaborated pretty damn well to date.
It’s when she’s at her most vulnerable that I want to wrap her in my arms and persuade her there’s something more here.
But I never do.
You are just like your father.
I don’t trust myself.I’m doing the best I can being a single father-to-beand supporting Scarlett as we lead up to the birth.I don’t want to fuck up any more than I have.
For four long months, I’ve attended medical appointments and purchased everything we need for our child.
Other than that, we haven’t discussed how things are going to work.Which is probably irresponsible, but we haven’t.
The only thing I said was, “I’ll support you until our kid is of age.You and the baby will never want for anything.But I am going to be a part of his life; never question that or block me.”
“Her.”
“We’ll see.”
I meant it, and I’ve followed through on those words so far.Aside from a couple of appointments where I’ve been in tricky situations at work, I’ve been at all of them.
Hearing the heartbeat was the single most incredible and terrifying moment of my life.
I’m going to be a dad.
I’m scared as fuck about Scarlett giving birth and how our lives are about to change.I know she is too.It’s nights like this when she gets tired and cranky that I want to tell her to stay home.
I think she’s scared of missing out on life when she becomes a mom.
So as we step out of the elevator and walk to my car, I keep my lips zipped and assist her into the passenger seat.
Goddamn, why does she have to wear these short dresses?I could press her against the car, yank down her panties and be inside her in twenty seconds.
Don’t tell me she isn’t wet and wanting my cock.
I know she is.
I adjust my cock as I round the car, hoping she doesn’t notice it as I climb in.
“You know, if you really were taking this father role seriously, you’d get rid of this thing and buy an SUV,” Scarlett mutters.
This thing?It’s a fucking Maserati.
“Noted,” I reply like the saint I’m becoming, then close my door harder than is necessary.
This is why we need to fuck.
