Page 8 of The Ranger (Black Hawke Security #5)

I’ve got a big job to do here, and the faster I can get it done, the better. When the baby comes, as I told Josh and Aidan, I will drop everything.

I DRIVE PAST on the way home from work, despite it being late in the evening, and pull up outside Scarlett’s house, letting the car idle.

Is she in bed?

I put cameras in despite her resistance, and that was a fun argument.

“No, it doesn’t show what you are doing in your bedroom. I told you. The cameras are on the outside only. Did you see anyone in your bedroom? No, it’s monitoring the road, the side of the house and front of the property. And the yard out back.”

“What if I like masturbating on my back lawn?” Scarlett tilted her head.

My brain short-circuited. Like, was she fucking kidding me right now?

“Then you stop fucking doing that because the BHS team are monitoring the house now.”

That’s when she burst into laughter. “Your face!”

Yeah, she was playing with me.

Beep.

I glance down at my phone.

Go away, stalker.

A smile hits my lips as I press video call.

“Ugh, what?” Scarlett answers, her lips glossy, cheeks pink and flushed, and I can see she’s wearing her black and pink flamingo pj’s.

They’re hideous.

But her tanned legs and tight ass look so sexy in them, I don’t comment. I’ll just look, then take care of my erection when I get home.

“Why are you still awake?” I glance at the clock on my dashboard.

“It’s nine o’clock, grandpa. Why are you stalking my house?” she pouts.

“You’re pregnant with my baby.” And I haven’t seen you for three days now.

“Well, I’m not running away with it. I can’t even walk tonight. My feet are aching—”

My brows lift, and I’m out of the car before I can stop myself.

“What are you doing?” she squeaks.

“Open the door.” I walk up the steps.

“No. Go home, Cole.”

“I have a key.”

“That’s still breaking and entering.”

“Scarlett.”

“I have a gun,” she warns, and I snort when she adds, “I’ll use it.”

Scarlett opens the door anyway, and I take in her swollen belly sticking out of the ridiculous PJs and go hard. Some men are aroused by pregnant woman, and some aren’t. I’m the former.

Fucking her the other day was so damn incredible and all I’ve been able to think about. I want to be inside her every day. My cock has been aching.

Surely she enjoyed it...correction, I know she enjoyed it. Has she been craving more?

That’s why I’m here, if I’m being honest with myself.

I have to see her.

I need to taste her.

“Threaten me again with an imaginary weapon, which I could disarm in under three seconds by the way, and I’ll—”

I clear my throat when she juts out her hip and I see a flash of skin at her waist. It’s ridiculous as she’s half naked, but that little bit of soft skin is just screaming for my hand to slide under her top and cup her breasts.

“What? What will you do?”

The jutted hip was clearly a bad idea for a woman eight months pregnant. Scarlett wobbles, and her arms go flying.

I leap forward and catch her, my hands on her bare skin around her middle.

“I got you,” I rasp.

“You are always doing that,” she almost whispers.

“Saving you?”

“Touching me,”

“You didn’t complain a few days ago,” I say, my thumb brushing over her skin as her green eyes sparkle with need.

Between us, my cock is hard, fighting to get inside her.

“Tell me what you were going to say? What would you do if I threatened you with a gun?

I smirk.

She’s being playful.

Well, if she wants to play, I’ll play.

But she better be ready for me to break the rules and play dirty.

Then again, I know Scarlett likes it dirty.

“I’d lock you in the bedroom, after tying you up with your legs bound apart, and leave you there until you’re so fucking wet I’d just slide inside you.”

Scarlett swallows.

“Leaving seems like a dumb thing to do.”

“It’s the anticipation,” I rasp.

“I hate anticipation.”

I smirk. “No, you don’t.”

Scarlett’s pretty eyes dart away, so I step back to give her space.

It’s been four months since we found out our baby was on the way, and suddenly we’re sleeping together again. How we’ve not fucked for this long I don’t know.

But it complicates things. It’s exaggerating my feelings for her. Making me ask questions that I haven’t in recent months.

Do I care, or do I feel something deeper?

Do I just lust for this woman and need to fuck her out of my system before our kid is born?

Does she just want sex because of the hormones and lack of anyone else—an assumption I hope I’m partially right about—or does she feel something else?

I don’t know what I want the answer to be.

Yet here I am on a Monday night, late and unable to keep my hands off her.

But I’ll try.

When I turn back, she’s tugging down her pajamas, and then her head snaps up to me when I groan.

“Well, you broke and entered. I’m alive. Your kid is fine.” She rubs her stomach. “So you can leave now.”

Is she joking?

I glance at her pajamas and grimace, wishing she had more clothes on. It would make it so much easier to walk away. Her nipples are hard, pressing against the thin cotton and begging for me to suck them.

“Sorry I revolt you so much.” Scarlett pouts. “But you did this, so whatever.”

Revolt?

I almost laugh.

I close the gap and cup her breast, thumbing the nipple like it’s a criminal. Scarlett gasps, her eyes closing.

“I’m so revolted.” I take her chin. “I’m so revolted I’ve spent three days jerking off, dreaming of your naughty cunt, Scarlett.”

“Don’t call it that,” she breathes, pressing into me.

“Go lie down so I can taste you. Then I’m rubbing your feet.”

I take her face, lower my mouth to hers, and kiss her hard.

She wouldn’t want me to be soft.

That would be too much for her to handle.

And I have no problem making this physical and ignoring all the raft of emotions that will only complicate things further.

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SCARLETT

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I ’M PREGNANT, NOT stupid .

If the hot and infuriating man wants to give me orgasms and rub my feet, then I will let him. But I’m closing my eyes, and when he goes, I’ll pretend it was Henry Cavill or Ryan Gosling.

I’m not fussy.

And like I said, I’m not stupid.

I pad across the floor to my bedroom with Cole right behind me. Before I can turn, he has my sleep shorts pulled down, and he spins me and sits me on the edge of the bed.

“Legs apart,” he growls. My pussy pulses as he drops to his knees.

Holy hell.

I watch him lick my slit and smirk up at me as I rest my hands on his muscular shoulders.

Jesus bloody hell.

I must have saved a saint in a previous life or something. Because this, this, oh my god. He knows how to use his tongue and make... oh lord.

When his fingers enter me, I cry out and tighten my hold.

“Look at me,” Cole demands as my entire body trembles with arousal.

Sparks of desire fill every single part of my body, from my toes to edges of my skin. This man is so beautiful it's blinding. His confidence is infuriating and makes my core ache.

“Do you like this?” he asks, flicking his tongue over my clit and then growls as I moan loudly, yes.

“Oh god, Cole, god, oh, oh, I’m going to come,” I warn him, shuddering.

His fingers move with speed, his tongue stimulating my nerve endings as I fall apart on his face.

As my orgasm flows through me in waves, and I feel like I’m in outer space, Cole keeps his hands on my body, rising. Glancing down at me, he runs a thumb over my lips.

“Take my cock out,” he orders, already undoing his belt.

Aside from a few nights ago, I’ve been sex starved. These pregnancy hormones are out of control. Try being pregnant to a man who is out of reach and forbidden.

Then have that line crossed and him offering you everything.

The nights I’ve thought about his gorgeous cock.

So don’t judge.

I reach into his briefs and wrap my hand around his thick shaft and slowly lick the end.

“Fucking hell,” he moans, gathering up my hair and using it as a remote control.

I lower, holding one hand under my belly to support the baby as he steps closer. Then, I take all of him into my mouth.

Immediately I gag.

He’s big, and it would be impossible to do this without gagging unless you’re a pro.

I’m not.

“God, Scar. Nothing is sexier than seeing my cock inside your mouth.”

“Mmm.”

“Your mouth is perfect.”

I work him as best I can with one hand and my mouth while he presses deeper.

“Fuck, fuck,” Cole growls. “I want to come inside you.”

My heart pounds.

I want it, but my stupid imagination has us falling in love and living happily ever after since the other night. I need boundaries.

“Oral only,” I mumble, licking the tip and then sucking in my cheeks to push him further.

His eyes dip to mine, and an understanding is shared. Then he closes them and comes in my mouth.

Thirty minutes later, we are both cleaned up and my feet are on Cole’s lap, and the TV is quietly playing in the background while he rubs them.

I’m almost asleep, but clearly Cole thinks I am already, because his next words surprise me.

“God, Scarlett, you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re asleep and not mouthing off at me.”

I barely draw in my next breath.

He thinks I’m beautiful. Is there a chance...no, stop.

Cole does not love me.

I guess I’m grasping at straws. Being a single mom is not some life sentence. But what if...what if it's not about ending up like my mom. What if...what if I do really like this man?

He will be a great father. I know that.

He’s also a dominant alpha who knows what he wants. Cole has had four months to tell me he feels something more.

I’ve spent three days jerking off, dreaming of your naughty cunt.

He’s a horny man.

That’s all this is.