Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Was there anything more appealing than a sexy man playing with his child?
I think not.
This entire arrangement just became a hundred times more complicated, but not because of Oliver or being stuck with a bunch of bikers.
No, her own neglected libido was to blame for this new mess.
CHAPTER SIX
THE SHRILL CHIME of the doorbell pulled Lock from his and Caleb’s demolition game. The baby’s attention shifted, and he crawled toward the front door.
“Hold up, you little terror.” Lock hopped to his feet, then scooped up his son and settled him on his hip as he went to grab the food delivery. As he walked toward the door, an icy blast from the air conditioner had goosebumps breaking out across his skin. After a particularly nasty post-nap diaper surprise, he’d taken off his shirt while bathing Caleb and hadn’t bothered to re-dress.
He’d planned to toss on a shirt until he saw the blatant interest in Brenna’s gaze. Now, fuck it, he’d give her something to gawk at all evening. It was only fair, considering the sight of her bare legs in that professional yet porn-worthy skirt gave him an instant boner. And that was before he’d gotten a glimpse of her tits in the fitted blouse. Damn, the woman was a stunner.
Had he known his dick would be tested this vigorously, he’d never have suggested letting her stay in his house. The last thing he needed when he was trying to get his head on straight and focus on his son was a sexy-as-fuck distraction.
He adjusted his junk and then opened the door. The delivery driver handed over the food, accepted his tip, and smiled. As Lock shut the door, soft footsteps sounded behind him.
“Can I help you carry anything?” Brenna asked.
Christ, if she stood any closer, he’d feel her breath on his neck.
Behave. He shot a nasty glare at his dick.
“I got the food. Can you grab Caleb from me?” He turned, and his jaw hit the floor.
For fuck’s sake.
Not a chance in hell he’d stay soft now. Wearing business attire, Brenna was sexy, but it had nothing on a casual Brenna dressed in sweat shorts and a skin-tight tank that left a two-inch strip of bare stomach for him to imagine licking. And boy, did he picture it. It wasn’t the only place he thought of sticking his tongue. His imagination had been running wild since he laid eyes on her.
A few weeks ago, he’d have said alcohol and drugs would be his greatest temptation post-rehab.
He’d been dead wrong.
Dead fucking wrong.
“Oh, I, uh… I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she said as she closed the distance between them. “I mean, I like them but don’t have much experience. I can try to take him. Think he’ll come to me?”
“Yeah, he’s super chill.” Thanks to Lock’s initial shitty parenting job, Caleb had plenty of experience being passed around among his club brothers and their women. Strangers didn’t bother Caleb in the least.
Brenna reached out stiff arms for Caleb. He gurgled and practically leaped from Lock over to Brenna. “Oh, shit, I mean, shoot. Ah! Sorry. I wasn’t expecting him to launch himself at me.” She held him out with straight elbows like a bag of dirty trash.
Lock chuckled. Not long ago, he’d been just as clumsy and uncomfortable. Now, he was an old pro, or at least he faked it well enough to pass most people’s critical eye. “You can bring him into you. I can’t promise he won’t bite, but he’s not a bomb.”
“Ah, right.” Brenna pulled Caleb close and settled him on her hip after a few awkward attempts to get comfortable. “I think he’s the first baby I’ve held.”
“Same here.”
Her face transformed into a sappy smile as Caleb reached up and patted her nose. “It’s kinda nice,” she whispered so low he most likely wasn’t supposed to hear. But since living with Caleb, his hearing had become as sensitive as a damn bat.
“C’mon, let’s eat. Hope you like Cuban food.”
“Absolutely. Oh, man. That sounds perfect.”
They didn’t speak much as they ate, using the food as a shield to keep the awkward conversation at bay, but it wasn’t long before they finished and made eye contact across the table.
Heat filled the open space between them, but it wasn’t enough to eclipse the heaviness of their situation. Brenna swallowed, and while he couldn’t help but watch how her throat moved, he remained aware of the tense set of her shoulders. Only a few months ago, it’d have been easy to ignore the reason she was there in favor of his hard dick and the promise of a good orgasm. But these days, he was actively trying to be a better man.
“Sorry, buddy,” he muttered to his poor horny dick.
Growth, thy name is Lock.
“What?” Brenna’s forehead wrinkled. “Did you say something?”