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“Not a chance in hell, Brandt. You smell good, look good, and I need to get laid.” I grabbed him by the tie and dragged him into my house, kicking the door shut with my heel.
Walking me backwards, he pushed my back against the wall of my entryway. I looked up at him, and marveled at his gorgeous face—he looked like he wanted to devour me. Michael was six foot one, with strong cheekbones and bright blue eyes. His hair was a little grown out, but still shorter than Kyler’s, and a lighter brown. He was wearing a gray, button-down dress shirt, and black slacks. He always dressed nicely because of his job. He helped companies get off the ground and a good presence was necessary. I loved a man in a suit—the total opposite of how Ky dressed everyday, and what he performed in on stage. God, I needed to shake the thoughts of Ky from my head.
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My hands wove into his hair and gripped the short spikes as I moaned into his mouth. He took that as his cue to lift my body up, forcing my other leg up to around his hips. My breath came in short pants as I started to unbutton his shirt, ru
I scratched my nails down his front and he hissed. “Fuck, Harper,” he growled, sliding my dress up so he could hold my bare ass. Who needed underwear anyway?
I heard a sound in the distance, but I was so preoccupied I didn’t care what it was, or where it was coming from. Continuing to kiss Michael, I had just bitten down on his lip, when he pulled away, frustrated by the interruption. “Your cell phone keeps ringing. Maybe you should answer it?”
I whined as I slid my legs back down until my feet touched the floor. Reaching over toward the entry table, I grabbed my phone. Christ, I was wet. I was going to murder whoever it was. Seeing I had three missed calls from Em and a text from Fi
Fi
“Oh shit,” I whispered as I looked through my contacts and found Fi
Michael came up behind me to ask what was going on.
“Em’s in labor. I have to go.”
He’d seemed disgruntled when we were first interrupted but hearing my news, he started smiling. “Well hot damn! That’s great news. I’ll drive you to the airport.” Michael adored Fi
I called Fi
Arriving at the airport four hours after receiving Fi
Pulling up to the main entrance of UCLA Medical Center, I looked around for a directory to tell me where I needed to go. Unfortunately, it was after hours and the front desk wasn’t ma
“Hi, I’m looking for Emilyn Morgan’s room.”
She pushed a few buttons on a screen in front of her then said, “She’s just down the hall in room three twenty-five.”
“Thank you,” I said and walked in direction she had pointed.
I found Em’s room all the way down the end of the hall. Knocking, I heard Fi
As soon as I set foot in the room, Em saw me and burst out crying.
“Oh, honey, don’t cry.” I rushed to her side. Fi
“I’ve missed you so much, Harper. I’m so glad you’re here.” She wiped away her tears.
“Where else would I be? You’re about to make me an aunt.”
She smiled at me and I smiled back. I glanced around the room and saw that Em was hooked up to an IV and a machine was feeding the line. In one corner was a wooden rocking chair and an exercise ball. What on earth do you need an exercise ball for? Em must have seen the look on my face.
“That’s for me to sit on. It’s just another tool I can use to help me move around and maybe help the baby move down.”
Nodding in acknowledgement, I continued to look around. In the opposite corner of the rocking chair was a large incubator looking thing. I assumed that was what they put the baby in when it was first born so they could weigh and measure it. There was a rolling cart next to it that had a sheet over it. I had no idea what that was for or what was under it, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. There was a door leading to a bathroom, but the rest of the room was wide-open space.
“Oh god, here comes another one,” Em said as she began squeezing my hand.
I looked down at her, watching as her eyes squeezed shut and she breathed in and out.
“That monitor right there is what shows her contractions. When it spikes like that, it shows how strong it is. At least, that’s what they tell me,” Fi
When Em’s contraction seemed to dissipate, I got up from the bed and walked around to the other side to hug Fi
“Hey there, handsome. You hanging in there?”
His smile was meant for me, but he wouldn’t take his eyes off of Em. “I’m doing fine. I just wish I could take the pain away for her.”
Fi
The machine next to Fi
“You okay, baby?”
Another contraction must have hit her because she gritted her teeth and said, “Do I look like I’m okay, Finley Morgan?”
Fi