Chapter 18

There’s a fine line to how much stupidity I can take before it exceeds the limit of my medication. And unfortunately for you, you just crossed it.

-Mig to a perp

Annie

I don’t know what I expected of Mig when I walked into my house later that evening.

But it wasn’t the man I got.

“Have you had dinner yet?” I asked softly, eying the way he lounged on the couch with a wariness that didn’t bode well for our evening.

“No,” he rumbled low in his throat.

I swallowed thickly, very aware of the way he was looking at me like I was dinner.

“I’m making steak and mashed potatoes. It’s all I have.”

I’d been meaning to go to the store for the past couple of days, but I’d been avoiding it since I knew that it would inevitably turn into an errand for Jennifer.

And I wasn’t buying her groceries. There was only so much waiting on and catering to her that I could stomach, and I had surpassed my limit now.

She was totally taking advantage of us and milking her situation for all it was worth.

So, Jennifer could suck it.

And I would’ve almost believed that I would do anything for her if she truly needed it, because I couldn’t stop thinking about the innocent life she was carrying.

The baby who had no say in who her parents were or how they behaved.

Suddenly, it all became so very real.

What was I to Mig?

Was I supposed to be his girlfriend?

Could I be the kind of girlfriend who takes care of her man’s baby from another woman?

What if I wanted kids of my own?

“Mig?” I asked, shutting the fridge softly and turning around.

He looked up from the couch, and it was then I saw the shiner on his eye.

“What happened to your face?” I asked in alarm.

He grinned.

“Just a little bit of release. You got me all riled up, and I didn’t want to take it out on you when I got here, so I burned it all off at the gym,” he mumbled, returning his gaze to the TV.

That move clearly shut down any further questioning about the shiner, so I decided to broach the other topic.

“What are you going to do once the baby gets here?” I asked softly.

He shrugged.

“I figured I’d take him with me to work when I could. When I can’t, I’ll take the baby to daycare,” he mumbled, not bothering to look away from the screen.

I blinked.

Then walked around the couch to sit on the coffee table, effectively cutting off his view of the TV.

“Mig,” I hesitated when his eyes finally met mine. His eye looked awful. “A baby can’t go to daycare until they’re at least six weeks old.”

His brows furrowed.

“Since when?” He asked.

I snorted.

“Since always,” I challenged.

He dropped the TV changer onto the couch beside him, then lifted his arms to work his hands into his hair.

“I never really thought about it, I guess. I’d always thought Jennifer would be there to take care of the baby. Since she went on bed rest, I’ve done a lot of avoiding, rather than thinking, about the consequences of taking the baby from Jennifer.” He looked at me finally. “I haven’t even told my family. They never even knew I was married.”

My brows rose, and I stood up, offering him my hand.

“Then let’s go tell them,” I said. “But first we need to make a quick stop. I need to pick up a few things.”

He stopped me before I could get more than two steps away from him.

“My family lives nearly ten hours from here,” he told me.

I blinked, then took a seat back where I was sitting before.

“Well then, maybe we should plan that for this weekend, eh?” I teased.

He didn’t smile.

“When were you going to tell me you’ve lost customers because of Cornell?” He growled.

My eyes widened.

“How do you know that?” I asked warily.

I’d never seen Mig like this.

Never seen him quite so…aggressive.

It wasn’t to say that I didn’t find him hot, because he was.

But I’d also never seen him so pissed off at me before.

I hadn’t done anything!

He had enough on his plate dealing with Jennifer to take on something this petty. It was just a couple of clients!

“Annie,” Mig sat up on the couch.

This put my legs in between his, and his face only inches from mine.

And suddenly I was not thinking about my business anymore.

I was thinking about how good he smelled.

I thought it might be his deodorant, because I’d never seen him put on anything other than that since he moved into my house.

Every morning his routine was the same.

Get up before the sun even rose. Go for a run. Eat some oatmeal. Shower. If I was awake, he’d fuck me, and if I wasn’t, he’d just get dressed. And he always gave me a kiss before he left for the day.

And during those times that I did get used thoroughly, he’d get dressed while I watched, barely able to move.

He always slipped his underwear on first, followed by his pants, socks, shoes, shirt and then lastly he’d swipe on some deodorant.

I never once saw him put any cologne on.

So there I was, contemplating making his deodorant into a candle when he grabbed my face.

“Are you even listening to me?” He asked sharply.

My lips were smashed together, and I looked at him while I spoke in what sounded mostly like gibberish through my squashed lips.

“Oo mell ood,” I told him.

He eased up on my face, cupping my ears instead, and asked, “What?”

“I said you smell good,” I repeated.

He blinked.

“What?”

“You.” I poked him with accusation. “Smell.” Poke. “Good.”

His lips twitched.

“So we’re done talking about your customers?” He asked.

I shrugged. “There’s not really much to say here. Liam Cornwell is bad mouthing me around town. My business has slowed down, yes, but not enough to where I’m worried yet. I’ve lost maybe six clients total. But I’ve already replaced those six clients with new ones, so it’s all good.”

“How do you know it’s Liam?” He asked curiously.

“My clients called and told me,” I explained.

He nodded, lifting both of his roughened hands to run them down his handsome face.

“I’m looking for him, I swear,” he said, finally lifting his head and pinning me with his gaze. “He won’t be able to do this much longer. He’s burning through his resources fast, and it’s only a matter of time before he gets cocky and fucks up.”

I leaned forward until my head was resting on his shoulder.

His shoulder was like a ball of solid muscle.

It felt like I was resting my forehead against a rock.

A very sexy rock, but a rock nonetheless.

“I’m not worried, Mig. I know you’ll take care of this,” I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his warm embrace.

“You don’t deserve to deal with this shit,” he muttered.

I tipped my head back until my boobs were resting on his forearms.

“Mig, shit happens in life, and we deal. This isn’t anyone but Liam Connell’s fault, so stop blaming yourself.” I informed him.

He grinned, his straight white teeth standing out starkly against his tanned face.

His shaved hair looked a little better today than it had the day before, and I wanted to rub my hands all along the top of his head.

I refrained, though.

Barely.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” he muttered, his gaze moving down to my lips.

I parted them slightly, and nearly laughed when he inhaled sharply.

“I’m hungry,” he lied.

“Yeah?” I asked, leaning forward until my mouth was only millimeters from his.

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

Then his lips were on mine.

Our hands tangled as we each reached for the other’s shirt.

His was first, followed immediately by mine.

Next to go was my bra. His pants. My shoes. His underwear. And finally my pants and underwear, all in one fell swoop.

He pulled me onto his lap, the shaft of his hard cock nestled in the seam of my pussy, as we both started to slowly move our hips.

My breasts were pressed tight to his chest, the fine hairs tickling my nipples and stimulating them.

“You’re almost as good as dinner, I suppose,” he rumbled, his hand going to my hair to expose my throat fully to him.

His lips skimmed up the side of my throat, and I laughed breathlessly.

“Almost?” I asked, sitting forward and reaching behind me to guide his cock to my entrance.

He helped me by holding his cock as I slowly slid down his length.

Filled completely with him his hand went to my ass my body adjusted to his girth.

I started to move, sliding all the way up the length of him to the very tip before dropping slowly back down

His thumb ventured down to sweep across my entrance, and my body hummed in anticipation.

He’d tried this once before, and he’d caught the hesitancy on my face, so he didn’t take it very far.

This time, though, he let his thumb gather the wetness around my stretched entrance, then he drug it up to the rosette of my ass and slowly started to massage there.

My nipples pebbled, and I leaned my head forward until it rested on his shoulder.

My arms encircled his neck, and I kept up the pace sliding up and back down on him.

Not too fast, but not slow.

Just right for now, allowing him to work without trying to keep up with my jostling movements.

I gasped when he finally slipped his thumb inside, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as sparks of pure pleasure burst through me.

Who knew that having a thumb in your ass felt as good as it did?

And I’m not talking a little bit of good, I’m talking about a lot of good.

I couldn’t decide which feeling to focus on.

The way his thumb felt, teasing me in a way that I’d never been teased before, or the way his huge, hard cock filled me perfectly, dragging across that spot inside of me that only he had been able to reach.

In the end, it didn’t matter what I focused on.

I was on fire for him and barreling toward a massive orgasm.

He had three fingers inside of me when I came, and I came so hard that I screamed.

Loudly.

“Mig!”

He growled as my hips slowed, taking over the movements with both of his hands on my hips. Controlling the movement for his pleasure now.

He quickly moved me along his length and slammed me down, three more times before he exploded inside of me.

Short, strong bursts of his semen poured inside my pussy, making me momentarily wish that I wasn’t on birth control.

That his seed would take root.

I shook those thoughts away, and I focused on the present.

Didn’t need them any time soon, either.

Which was why, instead of focusing on what could be, I focused on what we had now.

“Do you even have any of the things you’ll need for the baby?” I asked him, turning my head to study his profile.

His eyes were closed, and he was breathing hard.

Contentment started to slowly seep into my limbs.

I licked my lips, but Mig’s next words had panic rising in my throat.

“No. I don’t have anything. What do they need? Diapers and clothes?” He asked, sounding tired.

I blinked, sitting up to stare at him.

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked carefully.

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

I stood up, immediately rethinking how awesome it was to have sex without a condom.

Seriously, sex was messy business.

Who knew?