Ride or Die (Rejects Paradise #4) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: College, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rejects Paradise Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
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Colton speeds through the streets, trying to get our asses back to Bellevue Springs. I had a plan. I was supposed to get induced at the hospital next week with Rebecca and Bryson at my side. I was going to get all the drugs in the world and push this baby out like any other September day. But noooo, here I am on the freeway, screaming at my boyfriend to drive his multimillion-dollar car faster because my fucking vag hurts.

“Fuck, babe,” he says, glancing at me while desperately trying to keep his eyes on the road. “It can’t go any faster.”

“Then what kind of moron pays that much for a car that can’t teleport a bitch to the fucking hospital?”

“I know, I know. I swear, in the next car I get, that’s going to be the very first feature that I have installed.”

“You fucking better,” I cry as another contraction tears through me. What the fuck is this? It’s supposed to take hours. I was having pains all through my visit with Nic, but I assumed it was just the Braxton hicks contractions that I’ve been getting every few days. I’m not sure yet. I still have another week. How was I supposed to know that it was go time?

Either way, my doctor told me that most first time moms have a really slow process, but fuck, I feel like the head is already poking out. Why are these contractions coming on so quickly? I should have had plenty of time instead of being here, destroying Colton’s car.

“Fuck,” I grunt, moving around on the seat and struggling to get comfortable, feeling as though I should at least be a little concerned for the expensive seats that I’m sitting on, but fuck them. Colton’s going to have to get the whole thing detailed after this. Technically we both knew that this was a possibility, so we should have taken one of the other cars. You know, the ones that don’t have a ridiculous price tag on them.

Realizing that there’s nothing we could have done, I take slow, deep breaths and try to relax. I lean back into the chair, focusing on my breathing just like I was taught in the classes that Colton insisted I go to. Only another contraction comes just thirty seconds later.

Holy fuck. That’s not good. I look over at Colton in a panic. “They’re too close together. We’re not going to make it.”

His eyes are wide as we race down the road. “We’ll make it, babe. I’ll fucking get you there.” He reaches over, taking my hand, but I instantly yank it out of his grip, desperately needing to move myself around.

I shake my head, knowing he’s just trying to calm me. He's been at all the doctor appointments and knows exactly what to look for. He's not stupid, he knows as well as I do that he’s about to be delivering this baby on the side of the road, and honestly, I don’t know why he isn’t freaking out with me.

“Call Becca and Bryson,” I say through a clenched jaw, the contractions coming up and squeezing the fucking life out of me, literally. “They can’t miss this.”

“They’re already on their way to the hospital,” he tells me in a too calm tone that instantly grates on my nerves.

“No,” I snap, a harsh glare flying his way. “They need to meet us here. I’m telling you. I. Am. Not. Going. To. Make. It.”

Colton’s face twists with a cringe, and I see the exact moment his calm poofs into non-existence. “Fuck, okay,” he says with urgency, instantly bringing up their number over the bluetooth speaker.

Bryson’s voice comes through the car, but in all honesty, I don’t hear a word either of them are saying. I'm too busy screaming at the pain tearing through me. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I need to be in a hospital doing this with drugs. I want the fucking drugs.

We get another five minutes down the road when my hand slips down between my legs, and I feel something there. The need to push sails through me, panic instantly pulsing through my veins. We’re really going to do this. I’m delivering on the side of the road without the parents to see.

Fuck. This is not how it was supposed to go.

I instantly start pulling at my leggings, sliding them down my legs as Colton gapes at me. “Please, baby, just hold on. We’re only ten minutes away.”

“The baby is fucking coming,” I panic, struggling to get any more deep breaths. “I can’t wait any longer. IT’S COMING.”

“Like … RIGHT FUCKING NOW?” he asks, his eyes wide and terrified.

“YES. PULL THE FUCK OVER.”

“FUCK.”

Colton careens off the road, brings the car to a screeching stop, and sends a cloud of dust flying up behind us. He dives out of the car, racing around and helping me to get my door open. He takes one look at me, his gaze sweeps down between my legs, and his face instantly turns white. “Oh, fuck. Okay … umm.”


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