Going Down Hard, In Too Deep, Taking It Slow (Lucas Cousins #1-3) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Lucas Cousins Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
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She has to have an angle somehow, but I have no idea in the world what it could be. All I know is that all women have angles and they work them to get what they want. I’ve been used too fucking much.

It is not happening again—not even if her snatch is as sweet as honey.

thirteen

hope

I went all day yesterday without seeing Aden. I considered that a good thing. I stayed on edge and my heart stayed in my throat waiting for a moment that would never show. It didn’t appear I would be that lucky this morning. I knew this from the way he rolled in the front door, like a giant thundercloud.

“Did you leave your child alone while you camped out in my bed?”

“I…What did you just say?”

“You heard me. Did you leave your small child alone while you camped out in my bed?”

“He was staying with a friend for the night because I was sick.”

“You sure as hell didn’t act sick,” he says gruffly.

“Well, I was. And I wasn’t camped out in your bed. For your information I had an asthma attack and tried a new prescription the doctor gave me, it made me sleepy.”

“Yeah, right. I’ve heard all kinds of excuses, but that’s the first time I’ve heard that one.”

“That’s because it’s not an excuse!” I growl.

“You know, I think I would respect you more if you would just own up to what you did.”

“That’s funny, I would say that you don’t respect anyone.”

“Which reminds me,” he growls, handing me a piece of folded paper from his back pocket.

“What’s this?” I ask, looking at the paper in his hand like it’s a snake that’s going to reach out and bite me at any moment.

“Read it,” he barks out his order, and I have to tap down the urge to stick my tongue out.

I trap the paper between my thumb and forefinger, taking extra pains not to touch his hand, and gently unfold it. It takes me a minute to read, and understand what I’m reading. Its results from tests he had done four months ago.

“Oh my God!”

“What? I thought you’d be happy. You can damn sure bet I’m going to want one from you. I’ll also want proof that you’re on birth control and not trying to run some kind of operation.”

“Operation?” I whisper.

“Trying to get knocked up so I’ll have to support you and your bastard ch—”

I slap my hand across his face, covering his mouth, and I don’t do it lightly.

“If you finish that sentence, so help me God they will be finding pieces of you hidden in the Clancy valley for fucking years. My son is not a bastard and I take care of him just fine. I don’t need any man to support me or him.”

“I wasn’t—” he starts the words muffled, but loud enough I can make them out. I push against his mouth harder, not wanting to hear it.

“And if I did, you can rest easy you’d be the last man on Earth I would pick for that job.” He grabs me by the wrist and pulls it away from his mouth.

“I just wanted to show you I was clean. I will need you to get tested and—”

“You just had these lying around? What kind of man does that?”

“Gets tested to make sure he’s clean and doesn’t have a disease?”

“Yes!”

“Any sane one! And especially one who has had to deal with women like you in their life.”

“Women like me?” I ask completely flabbergasted. I didn’t think there was a way that this man could make me hate him more… I was wrong.

“Ones who try to trap a man by his dick,” he sneers.

“Do you really think that I’d pick some idiot who has nothing to his name to father a child with?” I ask, and I hope he doesn’t hear the wobble in my voice, because essentially that’s what I did with Jack’s father. But that was different, in that I thought he cared about me. I thought what we had was real. We had a relationship, and had one for a while before I went there.

“Nothing to my—” he seems shocked, but I don’t let him continue.

Instead, I grab the baby monitor so I can listen for Jack while he’s napping. Then, I stomp off, going through the opened door that leads to the private quarters. I can hear Aden behind me, but that’s okay, I want him to follow me. The jerk. I go straight to my bathroom and my medicine cabinet and then I pull out the pack of pills. I almost went on the shots, but I’ve found that the pills somehow help my migraines and the cysts that I get sometimes on my ovaries. I’m glad I didn’t switch now because I have something to show this idiot. I open up the beige pack that contains the pills.


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