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“No, my plan is for us to sell this information to people who wouldn’t mind seeing Genesis taken down. They’ll happily knock over a stash house and they’ll get plenty of joy from it if it’s a rival and they get to keep the stash.”

It wasn’t a bad plan, actually. “He won’t realize it’s us, though.”

“So? Are you so macho that he needs to? The point isn’t that he knows it’s us, the point is to fuck him. Hit him where it hurts, steadily and consistently until he’s cut off at the knees.” She still wouldn’t look at me and even though I deserved it, I hated it.

“Well?” She asked me, impatiently.

“How pissed are you right now? You know what, it doesn’t matter.” I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto my lap, kissing her before she had a chance to react. She tasted like grapes and pineapple and I couldn’t get enough of those plump lips and that succulent tongue. The way she squirmed and tried to get closer, spearing her hands through my hair, had my cock standing up tall and ready to invade.

Rocky pulled back first wearing a mile wide grin. “Just because you kiss like that doesn’t mean you’re not still an asshole.”

“I know. But I was hoping the kiss would remind you of all my good qualities.”

She sighed and moved away. “I know you’re a good man.”

“But?” Because I could hear the ‘but’ coming a mile away.

“But none of this is real and I don’t want to fight with you like a couple, because we’re not a real couple. You married me for the baby just like you’re keeping me safe for the baby. I appreciate it, but I can’t pretend. We can have sex and talk and all that, but let’s not do the rest of that, okay?”

Well, shit. That didn’t end the way I thought it would.

Fuck.

Chapter 17

Rocky

Fishing had been both a pleasure and a pain in my ass because it highlighted what I already knew. Lasso didn’t trust me. Still. Not that he should, but he shouldn’t mistrust me so much. But there was nothing I could do about it, so as soon as we made it back to the cabin I ran a bath to help me relax.

I probably shouldn’t have unloaded on Lasso the way I did. He didn’t deserve it when he was only being honest. I overreacted because this little peanut inside of me wreaked havoc on my hormones. There was no way in hell I would apologize, though. I was the one coming up with plans while he begged his so called “brothers and friends” for help they weren’t inclined to give.

Ugh, whatever! This wasn’t what I came into the bathroom to think about, so I stepped into the hot water and leaned back with my eyes closed, letting the water carry away my stress and worries. At least temporarily.

I had to focus on one problem at a time. And despite my good intentions, a list began to form in my head of people who’d love to have a hand in taking down Genesis. I needed to reach out to them as soon as I could. Then I had to figure out my next move.

A knock sounded and then Lasso popped his head into the room. “Hey. Need a hand?”

The man didn’t give up. Not yet, anyway but I knew there would come a time. Probably sooner rather than later. “I’m good La

sso, thanks.”

“Come on Rocky, I’m trying to apologize. I was being an asshole earlier.” He shoved both hands through his hair and blew out a breath. “This is hard for me too.”

I knew that. His friends were his family and they all doubted me, it was only natural those doubts would surface in him. “I know and that’s why I think we should keep things separate, the sex and the rest of it.”

“We’re married Rocky, there is no rest of it, just us and our lives.”

I shook my head, unable to accept that answer. “We’re married for the baby, Lasso. Not because you love me and want to spend the rest of your life with me, but because someone will likely kill me before this is all over. This doesn’t make you a bad guy. It just is what it is.”

He was about to argue, I could see it in those big blue eyes but then all the tension left his body. And a sultry smile crossed his face. “Fine. Then I’m apologizing for being a prick earlier and I want to make it up to you. By helping with your bath.”

“Not necessary.”

“Maybe,” he said and pushed off the wall to come closer and sit beside the tub, draping one arm over the side so his fingertips brushed the sudsy water. “Or maybe it’s very necessary.” His hand scraped along the water and then over my knee, up my thigh coming so fucking close to my pussy only to cross over and drag down the opposite leg. “So I’m going to wash you, Rocky, all of you. And then I’m going to do things.”

“Things?” I arched my brow, intrigued

“Things Rocky. Things with my mouth.”