Page 40 of Broken King

Scarlet was never one who like being touched.

She wasn’t that girl who hugged everyone.

But she never pulled away from me.

I guess not everything changed.

“Are you tired? I can take you home if you don’t feel like driving.” I’m sure she has her own car with her, but the offer flows freely anyway.

“I’m not planning on staying long. It’s just been a busy few weeks. I guess it’s catching up with me. But I don’t plan on leaving my apartment this weekend. I have some work I need to get done. Then I plan to relax for the rest of the weekend. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even get a massage.”

I’m not sure why I hate the idea of someone having their hands all over her body.

But I do.

“How about I bring you dinner?”

Scarlet’s eyes open about as wide as Sam’s baby’s did earlier. But before she can answer, Becket joins our conversation by forcing himself down between the two of us on the couch, inserting himself like a nun telling us to make room for the Holy Spirit.

“Well, shit. Looks like we’ve got the baby mama and baby daddy together. You guys want in the pool?”

For an intelligent man, Becks is a fucking moron when he wants to be.

And he should be terrified, judging by the look on Scarlet’s face. “What pool, Becket?” The words are spoken with icy precision through gritted teeth.

Becks swallows. “The pool we’ve got going on for whether the baby is a boy or girl and when Baby Kingston will make its grand entrance into the world.”

I shove him away since he’s practically sitting in my lap. “Get off me, fucker.” I scoot over to put some space between us. “And it’s Baby St. James.”

Scarlet’s brow shoots straight up. “Oh, is it, now?” She tilts her head to the side like one of those dinosaurs in Jurassic Park, studying its prey.

Fuck.

I’m the prey this time.

“I must have missed that conversation.” She stands from the couch with a little more color in her face and smiles deviously at her brother and me. She points at Becks. “You’re an ass, Becket.” Then her eyes hold me hostage until she lets her smile show. “And we still have to discuss what we’re going to call baby girl Kingston. But she will carrymy last name.”

She walks away from the two of us, smiling.

Knowing she’s won.

And maybe she has.

But I don’t know if I’m thinking straight since all the blood has rushed from my head to my dick as I watch her perfectly heart-shaped ass, encased in tight jeans, walking away. Fingers snap in front of my face, and if they were anyone else’s, I’d probably have broken them as quickly as someone swats a fly. But they’re Becks’s. So I play nice.

“Listen. I know you’ve nailed my sister since she’s carrying your spawn. But if you could possibly keep the sexcapades to the bedroom and wipe the fucking drool from your face, I’d appreciate it.” He finally moves over so he’s not so close I can smell the beer on his breath.

“No sexcapades, man. I told you, we aren’t together.” But only because this woman is not giving me a fucking inch to work with.

The thought shocks me.

Do I want more than a co-parenting relationship with Scarlet Kingston?

Hudson drops into the chair across from us, and I eye the beer in his hand skeptically.

“Come on, man. It’s one beer.” Hudson has a fight coming up but not close enough to be in full-blown camp yet. That doesn’t mean he should be polluting his body with that shit.

Becks ignores Hudson and looks back at me. “Seriously? You and Scarlet aren’t a thing?” He sounds stunned, like this isn’t exactly what I told him weeks ago.

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