One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(114)

“Because black, white, and red are not baby colors,” Adalyn protests, hands on her hips.

“Says who? All the people who design all this baby crap? It’s a mass market for suckers like you two. Oh look at this cute sailboat, or this dinosaur blanket . . . it’s all about black, red, and white.”

“And how convenient, that those colors just happen to go well with your hockey-themed room.”

Casually, trying not to show my true colors, I say, “Hey, if it works out that way, it works out that way.”

“What happened to wanting to keep me happy, huh?” Adalyn taps her foot, staring me down.

Logan’s gaze bounces between the two of us for a split second before he shakes his head and says, “I’m out. You two are on your own.” Giving the peace sign, he points at me and says, “Tickets for tomorrow’s game?”

“In your fucking dreams after your betrayal.”

Logan deflates but not for long because Adalyn walks up to him, gives him a hug and says, “Don’t worry, I’ll get them for you.”

Betrayed, once again.

Ever since that awful fucking night in the hospital, Logan and I have been on good terms. We never spoke of our problems again. It was simply accepted we both love Adalyn and will do anything to keep her safe. And what’s even better about this entire situation is that Logan has a girlfriend now, Mandy, and she’s a good fucking time. They make for a good couple to hang out with. On off nights, we have them over with Chris and Shannon, to have game night. Adalyn and I lose to both couples every single time.

We keep blaming it on the baby, eating all of Adalyn’s brain cells. Once the baby is born, it’s game on.

Once Logan is gone, Adalyn turns toward me, her gaze intent. I’ve seen that look before. She’s determined, not going to back down, and ready for ten rounds of arguing. She’s about to get her way.

It’s what happened when she moved into my apartment. She insisted on dating first, I insisted upon not letting her out of my sight. I won that round. Then when it came to the house we bought, she won with what house she wanted, not wanting anything too outlandish. Apparently an elevator in your house is “too much.” I was voting for convenience. And now, with the nursery needing to be painted, I can see that look in her eyes.

This place is going to be blue.

Giving in before we can get into it, I say, “Can we at least agree upon on sailboats?”

“What is your beef with sailboats? They are a delightful nautical fixture.”

“We aren’t nautical people.”

“We could be,” she suggests, wrapping her arms around me, her belly bumping up against my stomach. “Want to buy a boat? Go sailing?”

“Not even a little.” I chuckle, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “What about robots.”

“What kind of message are we trying to send our kid if we decorate with robots?”

Brow pinches, mirth in my voice, I say, “Uh, I don’t know, that they’re cool. What kind of message is sailboats?”

Gesturing with her hand, she answers, “Come sail away with us, baby boy. Your dreams can reach as far as the ocean. Let your every dream set sail.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, kissing her again. When I pull away, I whisper against her lips. “I’ll give you the blue, but not the boats.”

“Ugh, you hate me.”

Laughing hard, I shake my head and drag her to the white glider she picked out from Pottery Barn. “On the contrary, I’m absolutely obsessed with you.” I nuzzle her neck, kissing the soft column. “What about airplanes?”

She moves her neck to the side, giving me more access as my hands glide up over her stomach, to her full breasts. Pulling down the low cut of her tank top, I slip my hand into her bra and pinch her nipple, getting right to business. One thing I’ve learned from this pregnancy? Slow is not something she’s interested in at the moment. She likes it hard and fast, and fuck do I come hard every time when she screams my name, begging for me to thrust harder.

“Airplanes?” she gasps and leans her back against my chest. “Mmm, I can do airplanes.”

I slip my hand down the front of her sweatpants to find her wet already. “Fuck, Adalyn, why are you always ready for me?”

“Because, this is what you do to me, Hayden.” She circles her hips against me, holding on to my neck while I work my fingers between her legs.

“I need you on all fours, baby. Now.”

Helping her down, I take no time shedding our clothes and pressing inside her. So tight, so warm, so damn perfect.

“Yes.” She arches her back, her ass pushing against me. “Yes,” she chants.

Leaning over her, I roll one of her nipples in my finger, tugging and pulling, knowing in seconds she’s going to combust.

Just like clockwork, while I fuck her hard from behind, my cock slipping and sliding in and out of her, her pussy convulses around my cock, pulling at me, dragging out my orgasm as hers takes over, spiraling both out of control.

I come hard, my dick pulsing, giving me sweet relief. Short and sweet, that’s what we are right now, and I know once she has the baby, I will spend more time exploring her body, making love to her over and over again. But right now, my girl wants to be fucked, and I give my girl what she wants.

Falling to the floor, I tuck her into my shoulder and stroke the side of her hip, marveling in the softest skin I’ve ever felt.