Page 6 of Nightclub Surprise
My response to her absurd question had earned me a nod. “You’re right…especially with the kid standing right there. Is she marriedthough?”
With a shake of my head, I answered, “Nope.”
Leila’s eyes went wide as a thought must’ve popped into her head. “Is she aware of your billionairestatus?”
“Nope.” I winked at her. “That’s not a thing I throw around, sis. Can you imagine what she’d think of me if I just blurted that out? Like, ‘Oh, nice to see you again, and by the way, I’m filthy rich now, so there’sthat.’”
Still, my sister’s wheels turned. “Hmm, if she were to discover that information, do you think she’d go after you for child support if the kid’syours?”
As if I’d merely give the fruit of my loins child support and nothing else! “If that boy is mine, I’ll gladly support him. Do you think I should call her up and ask her to join me for dinnertonight?”
“Why are you asking me?” She looked off to one side as the sound of a door opening took her attention. “If it’s not important, it can wait. Go back inside, Jenna,” she hadn’t even looked to see who it was, but somehow she sensed it. Leila shook her head as the door closed. “She’s my little tattletale. At fourteen, I thought she’d be done with that crap. But nope, still tattling. And Jeanna is the one she likes to tell on themost.”
“She’s probably out to get Jeanna because you named them almost the same damn thing, and it pisses her off,” I offered as an explanation. “Who does that, Leila? Jeanna and Jenna—were you stoned when you named your fourth child? Or had you simply run out of name ideas bythen?”
“The latter.” She took a sip. “And some of the former, if I’m to be perfectly honest. So back to our conversation before the interruption—I’m way older than Tawny, since I’m three years older than you. I never really knew her at all. I have no idea if you should ask her out for dinner tonight or not. Maybe she’s holding on to some resentment towards you—I know I would. Whether you’re that boy’s dad or not, you screwed her, took her virginity, and then left her all alone. Man, that would’ve fucked meup.”
“She didn’t act mad at all—not seven years ago and not when I saw her today. I think taking her for dinner is a good idea, but she might need a babysitter. I thought you might volunteer. It’d give you a chance to see the kid who just might be your nephew,” I enticed mysister.
The fact was, I wasn’t sure if the kid was mine or not. Part of me wanted to jump up and down and shout it to the world that I was a father. But the rational part of me told me to stay calm, that the kid might not be mine. It was easier to make light of it all than to think too hard on thatconundrum.
Putting the glass down, a smile filled her face. “I’m in! You know how I am aboutkids.”
She was a nut over kids. “You know, one of my business partners has recently become a father. Wouldn’t that be crazy if I became one,too?”
Leaning back in her chair, she looked up at the sky. “Crazier things have happened, August. But you should really think about this before you ask her out. Say the kid isn’t yours—do you really want to get involved with a single mom? It’d be cruel to Tawny for you to get involved with her and her son when all you’re looking for is a quick second round with her. And say he is yours—she’s been fine without you for six years; do you really want to take on such a huge responsibility right now? It’s hard enough becoming a parent when you’ve planned for it, never mind becoming a dad overnight—and you’ve got a lot going on right now with the nightclub openingsoon.”
“Maybe you’re right.” The club had kind of faded to the far reaches of my mind for once, what with Tawny showing up in my life out of the blue. My business partners and I were all busy planning the grand opening of our club, Swank. We had set the opening night for New Year’s Eve, which was just a couple of months away. “Maybe I should hold off. But man, Tawny was pretty enough seven years ago when I last saw her, but now, she’s absolutely gorgeous. I can’t stop thinking abouther.”
“My advice,” my sister said as she got up. “Put this off for a bit. See if you’re still thinking about her in…let’s say a week. Even if he’s not your kid, you should think about how it might be, dating a woman with one. It’s not always easy. We moms are weird about bringing men around our kids. It’s not always the easiest relationship when you have to share your woman with someone right from the get-go,either.”
What she said settled in my brain. “Yeah, I think you’re right. I’ll hold off for a week and see how I feel then. If that boy is mine, I think she’d tell me anyway, even if I didn’t ask her out. I mean, why wouldn’tshe?”
Thinking Tawny would’ve told me if he was mine, or at the very least told me we should talk, made me think Calum couldn’t be mine. No matter how much he looked likeme.
Maybe Tawny just had a type. Or maybe she was just pining away for me after our night together. She could’ve gone out and found a guy with the same color hair and eyes I had so she could pretend it was me again. And the poor girl found out that not just any man could fulfill her like I could, so she broke up with thedude.
I chuckled at my arrogance, but a part of me hoped that was the case. It was better than thinking of thealternative.
Chapter Four
Tawny
The day had faded into night, and still August hadn’t called me. I supposed it was stupid for me to think he would call me right away. He looked to be a busy man—that suit told me he had to be some bigwig somewhere. Probably just very busy, is what I toldmyself.
After putting Calum to bed, I poured myself a glass of red wine and settled into my bed. Sipping on the wine, I tried in vain to read an e-book I’d downloaded, but the romantic scenes didn’t do a thing for me. What August and I had done that night so long ago was hotter than anything the writer had written in herbook.
Putting my Kindle down on the nightstand, I laid back, closing my eyes and picking up the memory of that night, right where I’d left off when Calum distracted me at the ScienceCenter…
August had undressed me, and he was gloriously naked as well. He’d taken me to my bed, and his mouth was on my mound—kissing, nipping, and licking me into a state of bliss I hadn’t knownexisted.
I’d given myself a handful of orgasms before, and they’d felt pretty good, but what August did felt out of this world. His tongue pushed into me, making me gasp with the odd pressure it gave me. “August!”
He didn’t let up; he kept pushing his tongue into me, fucking me with it. The way his hands gripped my hips, holding me still for him as he did what he pleased, had me screaming with ecstasy when his oral stimulation took me over theedge.
My entire body pulsed with the climax. I’d never felt anything like that before. And then August was kissing his way up my body, stopping to run his tongue around my belly button a few times. He caught each tit, nipping and sucking them back and forth, before coming up to my face and kissing me with a hard kiss. “Ready?” he asked when he pulled his mouth away frommine.
I searched his eyes as I bit my lower lip. “Do it. Take my virginity, AugustHarlow.”
