“Nothing. I saw nothing,” he says, looking at Asher again.
“It’s a girl.” I smile and cover my mouth when a laugh escapes.
“Nothing is certain,” Dr. Phillip says.
“Fuck me. Another girl,” Asher says, sitting down hard in one of the chairs. “I thought for sure this time we’d made a boy.
“Sorry, honey, but no boys for you.” I laugh, jumping off the table. I walk to my man, bend over, and kiss him until were both breathing heavily.
“She’s healthy, right?” I ask the doctor, looking over my shoulder.
“Perfectly.” He smiles warmly before moving to leave the room.
“Love you, babe,” Asher says, rubbing my tummy. “You sure we can’t try once more?” he asks, looking at my bump. We agreed that this was going to be our last, but the look on his face makes me want to give him whatever he wants.
“That would be five,” I say, scrunching up my nose.
He smiles. “I could handle that.”
“All right. One more after this.” I smile back.
Bonus Until Trevor…..
Trevor
“You’re really fucking tight!” I say, sliding through her wetness, feeling her wrap tightly around one finger. “How long has it been?” I ask her while biting down on her earlobe. Damn, I love the sound she makes.
“Never,” she whimpers, raising her hips up to meet my hand.
Jolting awake, I look at the time and see that it’s just after two in the morning. “This shit is getting ridiculous,” I say, scrubbing my hands down my face. Ever since the night that I had my hand down Liz’s pants, this shit has been plaguing me.
The second the word “never” came out of her gorgeous mouth, everything stopped. I couldn’t fuck a virgin. Especially one that was as sweet as Liz.
“You’re awake?” Anna or Amber, maybe its Angie, says from the other side of the bed.
“Yeah, time for you to go, sugar,” I say, sitting up and wondering why the fuck I keep doing this to myself.
Fucking these other women is like walking with a bottle of saltwater through a desert. You know it might look the same but it still won’t fulfill the need you have.
“Can’t I stay?” she whines, running her fingers down my back.
“Nope,” I say standing and pulling up a pair of grey AE sweats.
“So you’re just going to kick me out?”
“Nope, I'm telling you it’s time for you to go. Kicking you out would be bad manners.”
“When can we meet up again?” she asks, putting on her tight blue dress. The way it resists, I’m wondering how the hell she slipped out of it so damn fast last night.
“I’ll call you. Just leave your number,” I say walking into the bathroom. I know that by the time I get out, she will be nothing but a memory.
“Yo, T!” Cash says, sliding in the booth across from me. I smirk. He uses that word at least a hundred times a day. “What are you doing here?”
I raise an eyebrow and shove another piece of French toast into my mouth, answering without speaking.
“You’re going to Mom and Dads’ this weekend, right? Asher is finally lifting the ban on access to July so Mom’s having a big party,” he says, looking excited.
“Does he know that Mom’s having a party?” I ask, thinking that if he doesn’t know anything about this, he’s going to flip the fuck out. Yep, I’ve only seen my niece twice and only held her once after November forced Asher to give her over.
Cash shrugs, looking over my shoulder. “Yo,” he calls, waving his hand. I see Liz standing near the front door, her long, blonde hair is over one shoulder in some kind of messy braid and her strapless summer dress is fitted around her perfect breasts reaching the floor. She waves. Her cheeks turn a pretty pink then I see red when some guy pulls her in for a hug.
“And who the fuck is that?” I growl, knowing that my brothers are used to my Liz issues.
Cash shrugs again. “Don’t know,” he mumbles, watching them. “Yo, Liz, come here for a second,” he calls her over. The guy she’s with walks to a different booth and sits facing us.
“Hi, guys,” she says, her voice as soft as the curves of her body. Since I know exactly what she feels like and smells like, it fucks with my head.
“You’re going to Mom and Dads’ for the party this weekend?” Cash asks.
She looks at me, her face closing off before she answers. “I'm umm not sure.”
“Who’s the guy?” I ask. She looks startled by the question for a second.
“Just a friend,” she says, wringing her hands together.
“What’s his name?” I ask, looking over at the guy who has his eyes pointed right at her ass. He’s younger than me by a few years. His dark blond hair is a mess and he looks like a fucking bank teller in his cheap ass suit.