Page 56 of Accidental Baby For My Brother’s Best Friend

“Is this what you want?” he asks, taking my hand. “Do you want this baby, to be a mother so young?”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

Jackson is still giving me that look, though, and I know he’s not finished.

“IsLockewhat you want? Do you feel the same way about him as he does about you?”

I take in a deep breath, close my eyes, and tell my brother the truth.

* * *

It’s been almost a year since the first tour started and there’s been so much success since then. The Spades blew up on Tiktok and Soundcloud after the tour and Axel has become our in-house social media influencer, posting clips of originals, playing covers and acoustic versions of Spades’ songs on his guitar having Samuel with him in some of them as well. He hasn’t given up on his ex and other than seeing him every two weeks for garage rehearsal, there hasn’t been a lot of time to speak with him one on one since the baby was born. I’ve been busy, and I guess he has too.

We kept playing our shows, up until my last trimester, and all hell broke loose when I went into labor at a concert, so baby Cain was quite literally born into the life.The guys decided this was a good time for the band to go on a concert hiatus, in order to prepare their first real album.

Having sold out all our merchandise on our first tour, and with all the new fans we have on social media, we expect to get a good deal of money when their official album hits Spotify and iTunes. There are even talks about an international tour, and that is on the horizon, but for now, the comeback tour would be local.

Jackson still kind of hates the idea of me growing up, but he sure loves Cain, even stayed up a few nights helping me feed and diapering. The Spades are a family and the fact that we are all even closer now, despite everything that had gone on during the tour, shows how much we all love each other.

As for me….well…I’m in the same place I was around a year ago (roughly), except now it’s my ass against the inside stall door of a club women’s bathroom in Las Vegas with a man kissing my throat and neck, groaning against my flesh.

“The last time I did this was with my baby’s father,” I groan as he rolls his hips against me.

He lifts his head, grinning at me, a dimple popping out in his right cheek.

“Oh yeah, what happened to him?”

“He’s around somewhere,” I drawl, running my fingers through his hair, which has gotten longer in the past year.

“He’s in the band or something, right?”

“Drummer,” I comment.

“Boring,” my beau says, bunching my skirt around my hips. “Should have gone for a guitarist.”

I let out a peal of laughter that ends in a moan when he slides his fingers up inside me. I can never get enough…and since having the baby (after the six-weeks mark, of course) every time is almost like losing my virginity again, even though that night is still in bits and pieces given all the alcohol I ingested that night.

“Itried,” I insist, and he frowns, pulling away and stilling his fingers inside me.

“Do you regret that you chose me, little bit?”

I roll my eyes. “You know I don’t, Locke. You’re the only man for me, you know that.”

“Damn straight,” he grunts, and slides inside me.

“God, I love it every time,” I groan, clenching around him.

“So damn tight.” Locke tugs at my hair so that he can suck marks on to my neck.

After all those weeks keeping things secret, Locke has a penchant now for marking a necklace of hickeys around my throat and collarbone. I say it’s tacky but he says he wears the claw marks on his back with pride and all the marks I give him, so I just cover mine up in public with makeup.

Locke doesn’t like it, always rubs the makeup off as soon as I get home, but I’ve learned to deal with it.

“Tell me you want me,” Locke commands, and it’s a repeat, my favorite re-run.

“I want you,” I say easily, and Locke kisses me hard on the mouth, our teeth almost gnashing together, and then presses his forehead against mine.

“Tell me you love me,” he says, softer, almost asking this time, and I smile.

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