Page 23 of One Night Stand

Let’s not forget the other women.

But tonight he was devoid the other smells. He was all Conor. All amber musk goodness.

I had to work to keep my mad on. It would be all too easy to fall into the charm of Conor O’Gallagher. When he flashed smiles or winks, when he was actually nice, he was incredibly attractive.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t really experienced that side of Conor. I just watched it from the sidelines at the bar.

“Fine.” I turned back toward my car. “But I’m driving myself. To my place. You can follow.” I didn’t want to be in his apartment. While it held a few moments of great memories for me, I didn’t want to have a conversation with him in a place that he likely had forty other women in after I left.

I wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t like he went celibate after I went upstairs with him.

Conor dropped his arm from the car and stepped back. Oddly, I ached for him to brush his hand along my arm, my lower back, anywhere, but he didn’t. He kept his hands to himself. “All right. I’ll follow.”

Conor

I followed behind Mia at her request. The entire drive to her place though had my mind swirling.

Where did she live? Was it safe for an infant? Did I really care if it was safe for a baby? Was I getting invested in this baby? If I was, what did that do for me and Mia?

Wasthere a ‘me and Mia?’ Fuck, did I want a ‘me and Mia?’

Hell, I didn’t even know Mia!

All these thoughts were confusing as shit. I liked my life. I liked the different women every night, and the thought of settling down—the fucking idea—was never one that played in my head.

But one look at Curly walking back into my life, with a baby belly at that, had everything shifting, even if just slightly.

Not too far from the restaurant, Mia pulled into a small, seemingly well-kept, apartment complex and I maneuvered my Subie into an open spot near her car port.

I was probably getting too old for the turbo charged, boosted Subaru, but it had been my dream car as a teenager, and I was holding on to her as long as her motor kept running.

So to all those fuckers who said I couldn’t handle commitment, fuck you. I could handle commitment just fine.

I cut the ignition and peeled myself out of my car, not bothering to look across the lot before stalking toward Mia, who stood beside her own car waiting.

Thank fucking God, her eyes didn’t have tears in them anymore. They still held that sass I witnessed in the restroom, but sass I could handle.

Before I could think up something to say, Mia turned and headed toward the building. I, having called this meeting, followed behind. I left enough room between us so I could check out the sway of her hips. One of the things I immediately noticed on Mia, beside her belly, was that her tits grew. I wasn’t surprised then, to find her ass had a little extra bounce to it, too.

I wanted to put my hands on it, squeeze the round globes in my hands as I pounded into her from behind again…

Wait a fucking second.

I didn’t do double dipping. I know I said we needed to talk, and I know I was having some mixed feelings on the drive over, but hell if my head didn’t seem to want to keep Mia around. I was going to have to think about that little fact a bit longer.

Mia had me climb three fucking flights of steps. Three. Now, I know that’s not a lot, but she was at the top of the apartment complex and if her belly was the size it was now? Surely she would be winded on this trip a few more weeks down the road.

“You should proba—”

She held her hand out to her side, angled back toward me without actually turning to address me. “Save it.”

My brows lifted on their own accord, I swear it, at her abrupt dismissal of what I was going to say. “You don’t even—“

Mia stopped in front of a door and turned toward me. “I said. Save it.”

Well-fucking-then.

I stopped beside her and crossed my arms over my chest. Fine. I wouldn’t say it. Yet.

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