“I was leaving school for the day when my phone rang. It was Mike, and he knew I’d been with his parents, which means he’s watching them. Or me. Or both. I don’t know.” She brushed her hair off her face with a shaking hand.
“Slow down. Tell me what he said.”
Big brown eyes turned his way. “I told him to sign the papers and I’d be gone from his life. He said if he did, his parents would cut him off financially. I figured that was because they want to see the baby, like they told me. So I offered to give them that right—but not him.”
He opened his mouth to ask what the hell she was thinking, but she held up a hand in front of him.
“I was just feeling out the situation for information, that’s all. I wouldn’t do something like that without more facts. Anyway, I figured he’d jump on the chance to give his parents what they wanted, right?”
“I’d think so, but I’m guessing not?”
She shook her head. “He said if I did that, they’d just make the baby their heir, and he’d lose everything.”
“So now we know it’s about money.” Scott clasped her hands in his, hating how cold and clammy they felt. He rubbed them between his palms in an attempt to warm her, succeeding in warming himself up too, in all the wrong ways.
“I asked him what I had to do to get him out of my life, and he said I should do what he told me from the beginning. Get rid of the baby—”
Those words triggered something primal and still raw inside Scott, and he let out a low, angry growl.
Meg’s shocked gaze darted up, meeting his. “What’s that all about?”
“He threatened you,” Scott hedged, not wanting to reveal his personal shit here and now.
“But—”
“Later,” he promised. “I will tell you everything when we get home later.”
She nodded. “It’s the second time you’ve put off telling me something. I’m holding you to that promise,” she said, her voice strong.
“Okay.” He’d suck it up and explain everything about Leah and the baby. Later.
Her shoulders relaxed at his promise.
Right now, though, this was about Meg, and she wanted to keep her baby.
“Back to you. And Mike,” Scott said.
A defiant expression crossed her pretty face. “If I wasn’t going to get rid of the baby when I found out about it and was in shock, what makes him think I’ll do it now?” She pulled her hands free, wrapping them around her stomach.
As a man who’d had everything ripped away from him suddenly and without warning by a selfish bitch who’d never given his feelings a thought, Scott eyed this protective woman with wonder and awe.
“Is that everything?” he asked gruffly.
She shook her head, her eyes damp. “He told me to get rid of it or he’d do it for me,” she whispered.
Scott swore, possessive feelings rushing through him. “He won’t get near you,” he promised. He’d protect Meg and her unborn baby, but more than that, he’d make her feel safe. “I’ve got you.”
She threw herself into his arms, wrapping herself around him and holding on tight. “I don’t know why you’re with me, but I’m so glad you are.”
She fit against him, and he buried his face in her hair, breathing in her sexy scent. “It’ll be okay.”
She eased back, glancing up. “I believe you.” Her gaze intense, she moved her head until her lips touched his, a soft press of her mouth, and he was lost. He skimmed his tongue back and forth over the seam of her lips, coaxing her open, sliding inside.
She welcomed him eagerly, the kiss going on, a long stroking tangle of tongues. He loved tasting her, could kiss her forever. Even with his cock begging to be freed, he could get lost in her mouth for hours. He lifted her shirt, gliding his knuckles up her sides and cupping her breasts through the lace bra.
“I may keep my desk empty just for this alone,” he muttered before burying his mouth against her neck.
He suckled lightly, knowing she wouldn’t be happy if he left a mark. His inner beast wanted to claim her that way, but he respected her too much to cause trouble for his hot, sexy kindergarten teacher.
She wriggled closer, and he pulled her astride him, her knees on either side of his thighs. His cock jumped in eagerness, but it wasn’t getting any real action. She shifted, settling her sex over the hard swell of his erection, and as he rocked her against him, she curled her fingers around his shirt and moaned.
“I know what you need, baby. Let me take the edge off of your stress.” He braced his hands on her hips and moved her back and forth, heeding her soft sighs and increasingly rapid breathing.
He gritted his teeth at the heated press of her mound against his confined cock, promising himself release later. This wasn’t about him. Since he’d met Meg, nothing he did was about anyone or anything other than her.
“Oh, Scott. This feels so good.” Her hips shifted restlessly, her lower body gyrating hard against him.
“Pretend I’m inside you. Hard. Big. Hot. Fucking you and giving you what you need.”
She tipped her head back, which thrust her pelvis forward, and she let out a shuddering scream.
Somehow he silenced her, slamming his mouth down on hers, capturing the sound of her orgasm at the same time her body seized over and around his. As she rode out her release, the steady grind of their bodies nearly killed him. He held back somehow, trying to focus on counting in his head and not on the sexy-as-fuck woman coming apart in his arms.
She finally collapsed against him, and even he needed a minute or two to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard the knock on his door.
Meg tried to push off him, but he held on. “Come in.”
“Rick’s guess was right.
