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tightly as he pumps in between my legs, taking extra care not to enter me.
    “Shit, Amie.”
    I know he is close. I can feel him swelling between my legs. I lean over the counter, pushing my ass into the air and tightening my legs even more. His dick is rubbing back and forth along my clit. The silky rock hardness is bringing me to the edge, just waiting to be pushed over. I squirm and whimper, begging him to help me.
    His hands grab my ass, squeezing tightly before releasing me. Reaching forward, he slides his finger into my mouth, wetting it, and then presses it gently against the entrance of my ass. My body tenses, unsure of this, but he rubs his finger along it, wetting it, and then slowly, he slides into my forbidden entrance.
    I feel him tense and then jerk as he releases between my legs. His hot cum is running down my thighs. I whimper again and press backward against his hand, begging him to move his finger. To pump into me. To make me come.
    Pulling back, he slides his other hand between my thighs and pumps two fingers into my throbbing pussy as he slides out and back into my ass.
    My world shatters apart.
    My eyes are squeezed tight, but I see brilliant colors shooting off behind my lids like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
    “Callum. Yes. Yes. Yes,” I scream, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He continues to slide in and out of me, slowly and steadily bringing me back down from the edge of oblivion, sliding out of my asshole. I lean against the counter, trying to catch my breath, and now that my raging hormones are somewhat under control, trying to figure out what the hell happened and why I let it.
    Ha. Let it, hell. I practically begged for it.
    Cal pulls his pants back up, buttoning them as I gather myself and then, turning away from me, he opens the bathroom door.
    “The towels are in the cabinet. Do you need any help?” His comment is like a slap in the face to me. Cold reality washes back over me, and with it . . . shame.
    “No, Cal. I think I can bathe myself. Thank you,” I reply coldly, and his head snaps toward me questioningly. For a moment, I wonder if I misread the situation and his comment.
    “Just trying to help,” he says, and I can see his guard come back up. I feel horrible, and now, totally different hormones are affecting me. Slipping into the warm bubble bath, I try to hold it together until he shuts the bathroom door, and then I let the tears fall.

Chapter Ten
     
    Callum
     
    “You gonna tell me what the hell is going on?” Griffin asks from the kitchen bar when I walk in. I should have been expecting this. Nothing I do escapes his notice.
    “What are you talking about?” I ask, playing stupid. I don’t know how much he knows, and I’m not about to give away something if he doesn’t already know it. I still feel like I’m walking around on eggshells half the time, waiting for the man to tell me he’s gay.
    “Cut the shit, man. I’m talking about the pregnant chick you brought home from the hospital. The one in the bedroom down the hall? Ring any bells?” He snaps his fingers, and if we were discussing anything else right now, I’d smile. He reminds me of Beyoncé right now, singing her Put a Ring On It title with the way he is sashaying his hips and snapping his fingers. But now isn’t the time to smile. Now isn’t the time for any of that, because my girl . . . or rather, my ex-girl . . . is in the room down the hall, and I have absolutely no clue how I plan to convince her to stay.
    She has to stay.
    She’s pregnant with my child.
    My daughter.
    I should have known to tell Brian to send someone with the ability to keep his trap shut to pick me up, but I wasn’t thinking in that moment. All I wanted was to get Amelia out of the hospital and home where she belongs. Leave it to Lonnie, the asshole who picked us up, to run back and tell Griffin, his cousin, everything he saw and heard.
    I had my reservations about hiring Lonnie when Griffin brought it up, but