“Your secret is safe with me.”
They were silent for several minutes, and June placed the bread onto the cooling rack.
“Are you going to tell me who the father of your babies is?” she asked, not expecting an answer.
“It’s Dale Lewis. He’s the father.”
Chapter Nine
Trey stared at his two friends hoping they’d leave. It was past seven, and he knew June wouldn’t wait around forever. He needed to find out where the loser was taking her in a couple of days. After Paul’s comments he knew it was true. If he didn’t lay his claim soon, June wouldn’t stick around to see what was going to happen.
“I tell you I’m looking forward to Friday. The two women I was with will be there again. I can’t wait to feel their sweet pussies wrapped around my cock,” Max said.
“Great, another sleepless night for me,” Dale said.
“I don’t know if I’ll make this Friday. I’ve got a lot of work to get through.” He intended to follow June with her date in a very stalker like fashion. He didn’t care how it made him look. Trey was not losing her to a guy with lots of money that her parents liked.
“Come on, I fucked two women. Two dirty, hot, sexy women, and you both are acting like a bunch of losers.”
“Not losers, Max,” Dale said.
Glancing at his watch, Trey silently cursed.
Standing up he went to the fridge and pulled his cell phone out.
June: Where r u?
Trey: I’m doing damage control. 2 friends r here.
June: Going 2 bed all alone.
He cursed, ran his fingers through his hair and charged into the other room. “Get out,” he said.
Dale and Max were glaring at each other, and they turned their gazes to him. “What?”
“Get out. I need you both to get out. I’m tired, and we’re doing nothing but argue. I’ve got to get some sleep. Go.”
“Fuck, Trey,” Max said, swigging down his beer.
Trey didn’t apologize. He shooed them out of his place like they were two strays he’d picked up in the street.
Slamming the door closed, he turned off the lights and watched them walk out of sight. Once they were gone, he pushed several condoms into his pocket and ran for the door. Flinging the door open he was shocked to see June stood there.
She shoved him inside, slammed the door and kissed him.
Moaning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close.
“I ordered pizza to be delivered here. I hope you don’t mind,” she said, giving him time to breathe.
“Baby, I don’t give a fuck as long as you’re prepared to get naked.”
June pulled her shirt up over her head. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. The vision she presented was one of his many wet dreams.
Unbuckling his belt, he tore at his jeans. She was in his place, getting naked. Fuck, he really loved this woman.
“I watched them leave. They sure do like to stick around.”
“They’re making plans for Friday.”
“You going drinking on Friday?” she asked.
He took her hand leading her upstairs to his bedroom.
The rest of the apartment was silent. They’d get plenty of privacy here, and he’d still get to hear the door.
She settled on his bed, waiting for him.
“No, I want to know where your asshole is taking you,” Trey said, sitting beside her.
“He’s taking me to the fancy French restaurant in town.” She made a face of disgust.
“You don’t sound too happy about that,” he said.
“I hate French food. It’s nothing personal, but I don’t like it. He didn’t even ask me what I like. It’s going to be a long night with him.”
She stroked his leg, and he cupped her breast, loving the hard nipple that budded against his palm.
“Why bother going at all?” he asked, feeling jealous that someone got to take his woman out for dinner.
“My parents want me to go out with him. One date and I can let them know how much I hated it. They’ll back off. Mom and Dad want me to be happy. Martin wants a wife he can get pregnant. I’d have to give up the bakery, and that is not happening.” She shook her head, smiling.
“You don’t like this Martin at all?”
“No. He’s a prick. Be lucky you don’t have to meet him.”
He was going to meet him. Trey wasn’t going to stand back while some fucker was dating his woman. Not happening, not on his watch.
The sound of the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Pizza,” she said, throwing her arms up in the air.
She handed him some cash, which he batted away. Going downstairs, he grabbed several notes from his wallet and handed them to the delivery guy. He took the pizzas and headed back upstairs.