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I drag my finger down her cheek. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

She giggles. “I’m fucking crazy. Who lets someone pour vodka into their twat?”

I smile and pull out. “You. And that makes you sexy as fuck.”

I run my hands up her thighs and sink my thumbs where my cock just was. “Peaches, I have some bad news.”

She closes her eyes as I work in and out of her slit, one thumb after the other. Each time I pull one out, it circles her clit while the other shoves inside.

Her back arches and she gives me a hmm.

“I got so heated up that I forgot the condom.”





My eyes fly open, and I bolt upright. “You did what?”

“I forgot protection.” At least he has the good manners to look sheepish.

I push his hands away and drag my skirt over my legs. Hopping off the table, I run for the bathroom.

When I come back from having a shower, Jackson sits on the sofa, his White Russian in hand.

He looks up, his green eyes troubled. “Look, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what happened. I was in the moment and—”

I tighten the belt on my robe. Even my newly discovered love doesn’t make the prospect of getting pregnant any less terrifying. “No worries. I’m on the pill. It’ll be fine.”

Hopefully the pills have had time to get into my system.

He reaches for me, hooking his finger into my belt and dragging me to stand between his legs. “It would be fine either way.”

Jack pulls me into his arms, his head against my belly. “I mean, I don’t shirk my responsibilities. If anything happens, we’ll take care of it.”

Take care of it?

What does he mean, take care of it?

He looks up, those sage-green eyes almost sparkling.

I wriggle out of his hold. As calmly as I can manage, I say, “I think it’s time for you to go, Jackson.”

What the hell? How can he do that? All happy and shit about taking care of it if anything should happen.

My brain may explode.

He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

Crossing my arms, I glare. “Just go. Please.”

He scratches his head, his brows drawn together. “I don’t—”

I stalk out of the room. “Please lock up on your way out.”

He rushes to follow me, but I have a head start. I slam and lock the bedroom door before he makes it inside. I lean against the door.

He bangs a couple of times. “C’mon, Peaches. Tell me what I said wrong. I thought you’d be glad. It won’t cost you a dime. Ever.”

I scream at the top of my lungs. “Get out!”

Mumbling drifts off down the hallway. The front door opens and closes.

Good. Be gone.

I open the bedroom door, yelling, “Asshole.”




Decode the Man in Your Life

Chapter [9]: Men Don’t Play Games

Correction: Men Don’t Play Fair.




The sun is out, and the temperature breathes spring, even though it’s only a couple of days into February. There is definitely something to be enjoyed about mild winters.

I let myself in through the gate at the side of the nursery. Hopefully Dave’s here. I rub the spot under my breast bone where my nausea has rolled around all morning. I have to get this over with.

It’s time I put us both out of our misery. Even with me and Jack on the outs, the chemistry between Dave and me is nonexistent. There’s no way I can win this bet if I can’t get him to even start falling for me.

Brushing aside a flowering vine that’s obviously confused about the season, I step around the corner. I smile when Dave steps out of the back door. As I raise my hand to wave, he stops and turns.

Another man, almost as tall and every bit as good looking as Dave, follows him outside.

Wait. I know him. He’s the one from the dog show, the guy with the Sheltie.

The man takes Dave into his arms. His hand slides to the nape of Dave’s neck, and he pulls him in for a passionate kiss.

My cheeks heat as the pieces fall into place. I take two giant steps around the corner from whence I came. Leaning against the fence, I slap my palm over my mouth.

Oh. My. Gosh. Is he cheating on that guy? Or me?

No. Not me; he and I never even kissed. Or said we were exclusive, for that matter.

I let out the breath.

Okay. Let it go. If he calls, I’ll just tell him—

“Ronnie, is that you?”

I close my eyes and let a puff of air out from between pursed lips.

I turn and try to smile. “Hey, Dave. I was dropping in to see you.”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking up from under his thick lashes. “Benji thought he saw someone come around the corner. I guess you saw him too, huh?”

My gaze flits from plant to plant. “Yeah. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”