One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(95)

Reaching between my legs, under my underwear, I press lightly on my clit and try to hold back my moan.

“Fuck, Adalyn, what are you doing?”

I don’t answer him, instead, I say, “See you Saturday night.”

Hanging up, I toss the phone to the side and start moving my fingers through my slit, pressing down on my clit, letting the built-up tension in my body slowly ease. Spreading my legs wider, I sink into the pillow just as my phone buzzes next to me.

Knowing exactly who it is, I take a moment to read his text.

Hayden: I swear to God, if you’re pleasuring yourself right now, I might not be able to control myself on Saturday.

Smiling, I talk to text.

Adalyn: Good thing I’m not telling you what I’m doing right now.

He responds immediately.

Hayden: Send me a picture.

Adalyn: Never. Night, Hayden.

Hayden: You’re mine, Adalyn. And I’ll be sure to show you that Saturday.

With those last words read, I lean on the memory of his chiseled body above mine, his sexy voice rattling through my ear, and bring myself to orgasm for the first time since I’ve been without Hayden.

And oh my God, was that much needed.

Chapter Twenty-Six

LOGAN

My brother’s words play on repeat in my head as I help Adalyn into her chair, her soft, brown hair brushing the back of my hand when she sits down.

Do something, or you’re going to regret it forever.

Moving out to California was the first step. Although moving away from Binghamton has been a wish of mine for a while. This was the perfect excuse to getaway, start a new chapter in my life, hopefully with Adalyn.

Being there for Adalyn was the second step.

Taking her to dinner is the third step.

Making my move is the fourth.

The fourth is what terrifies me. What if she turns me down? What if she still has feelings for Hayden? From the conversations we’ve shared, there is nothing going on between them, but after her date on Wednesday, she’s been weird, a little standoff-ish with me.

That’s why I had to act quickly.

But acting quickly means I didn’t have enough time to pump myself up, and fuck do I need time.

This is Adalyn, the girl I’ve lusted after for years. The girl I foolishly screwed things up with.

Because of nerves!

Fucking nerves.

I had the best fucking night of my life with her wrapped in my arms, and the next morning I blew it. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know how to react, and because of that I ended up saying the completely wrong thing.

That was a mistake.

Those words will haunt me until the day I die, I’m sure of it, especially if I’ve lost Adalyn forever.

Why did I say those words? Besides being an idiot, because when I woke up with her by my side, I went to reach for her, and in that split second when my arm began to wrap around her . . . she flinched.

Fucking flinched.

I was spooked and instead of spending that morning worshipping Adalyn all over again, I balked and said the last thing that should ever have come out of my mouth.

Now I’m in the midst of trying to win her back, playing the friend role with the hopes that when Jackass fucks up once again, I can swoop in and take the spot I never should have lost.

Although, after the other night, it seems like my time is running out. So with Hayden out of town, I have to make my move.

“That dress is gorgeous on you, Addie.”

Blushing, she folds her napkin on her lap. “Thank you. It was the only nice thing that fits.” Scanning the dining area, she leans forward and whispers, “This place is really nice, Logan. You didn’t have to bring me here.”

“I wanted to. Thought you deserved a nice night out, especially since the morning sickness has died down and you’re eating more. Thought a little celebration was in order. A feast-a-bration.”

A big smile spreads across her face. “A feast-a-bration, I like that. Does that mean we can get two sides to share?”

“You can get all the sides you want, Addie.”

After Emma, Addie, and I graduated from college, one of the first things we did was go to a fancy steakhouse for dinner to celebrate. We always wanted to go to one of those places where the only thing served to you is a piece of steak on the plate, and if you wanted potatoes, it was an additional charge.

Fancy and ridiculous.

But we loved it. We ended up ordering way too much, spending a good chunk of our graduation money, and had the best time, drinking our champagne with our pinkies lifted high in the air.

I wanted a repeat of that night. I wanted to remind Adalyn how great we are together.

Staring at her menu, she says, “These prices are high, Logan.”

I reach across the table and take her hand in mine, rubbing the back of her knuckles. “Don’t worry about it. It’s on me.”

“Oh no, I don’t want you to—”

“I asked you out, Addie, so it’s on me. Just enjoy the night. The last few weeks have been hell; let’s celebrate what’s to come.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” I give her a wink and turn to my menu. “The filet sounds amazing with the truffle butter.”

“And the roasted cauliflower with cheese and the salt-boiled potatoes with rosemary.”

“And the house onion rings.”