Rule
“All right. What do you say we change the subject,” I told Laikyn.
She huffed. “Fine. I don’t want to offend your delicate sensibilities, and you’re both far too prude to talk about sex anyway.”
I snorted and looked at Jinx. I wasn’t sure what was going through his head, but he was clearly amused. That hadn’t been the case when I walked in on him and Laikyn in the kitchen a short time ago. If I were to wager a guess, I would’ve said he was a bit taken aback by the woman. I knew the feeling. When she dug her claws into something, she did not let go. After all, look at the lengths she went to push me to my breaking point. She knew I wanted her, and she pulled out all the stops to get me to give in.
She was something else.
“What exactly do you do all day?” she set her plate aside and reached for her water glass. “I mean at work.”
“Whatever needs to be done.”
“So you’re like on call or something?”
“Yes.”
“And when someone calls, you come running?”
“Yes.”
“From what I’ve read online, you’re the only person the FBI’s looking into. Do they know about your … employees?”
“They know what I let them know.”
Laikyn chewed on her lip for a moment. “And your employees … do they do whatever you tell them?” She waved her hand at Jinx. “Or are they the brains behind the operation?”
I smirked. “We all do what’s necessary to get shit done. No, they don’t sit behind a desk all day. Unless that’s the job.”
She was sitting cross-legged on one sofa, wearing nothing but my T-shirt, and since I was sitting across from her, I had the perfect view between her legs. Of course, the little minx knew that, and I got the feeling she was torturing me on purpose.
“Is it safe to talk about … stuff here?” Laikyn peered around as though seeking someone lurking in the bushes.
“Yes.”
She traded her glass for her plate once more. “You don’t worry someone will overhear?”
“No.” I had security measures in place for that, but I didn’t bother telling her that.
Her expression sobered for a minute. “What happens if you get caught?”
I avoided looking at Jinx when I answered. “Then I get caught.”
“And everyone else?”
I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to say.
“Will you take the fall for everything?”
“They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me, Laikyn. I see no reason for them to go down, too.”
I could tell she didn’t like that answer, but that was the way it worked. Back when I went to prison for beating the shit out of those two kids who’d nearly killed Jinx, I realized that it didn’t matter what I said. The prosecutor insisted I was the one responsible for hitting Jinx with that pipe and then beating the other two because they’d witnessed it. If they’d actually bothered to look, they wouldn’t have found my prints on that pipe. I never touched it. But I took the blame without argument because I was responsible for my part. The rest didn’t matter.
“You know it was on the news, right?”
It took a moment to realize Laikyn was changing the subject.
She poked at her food. “A famous director and his wife were found dead at their Hollywood Hills home. Murder-suicide. Apparently, at least according to the media, they liked to party. Cops found drugs.”
It sounded like she was quoting right from the newscast.
“I heard that, yes.” My team was good at monitoring all media outlets for information. Not to mention, Rhyan was the best at staging a scene. Her attention to detail was unparalleled.
Laikyn took a bite and talked around the food. “Sad. They were married.”
“What was sad about it?”
“That they were looking outside the marriage for … whatever they were doing,” she said without hesitation.
“Isn’t that technically what we’re doing?” I asked, keeping my expression bland as I peered at Jinx.
Laikyn barked a laugh, then fell into a fit of giggles. “And he tells jokes!”
I shook my head and grinned as I continued to eat, pondering what she said about looking outside the marriage. In Hollywood, deception and greed were par for the course. At least when it came to people with more money than sense. That was the first thing I learned when I moved here. They took what they wanted and didn’t give a shit about who they hurt.
“What about you, Laikyn? Are you dating anyone?”
She chuckled, curling her knees up and rolling onto her side as she looked between me and Jinx. “A little odd to be asking that now, don’t you think?”
I shrugged.
“But, no. I was. The night it all happened, I went to a party with this guy. His name’s Wes. We’d been dating for a couple of months. Mostly he took me hiking and shit. He was super health conscious. Said success was about more than the mind. He believed the body had to be in perfect shape for the mind to focus accurately. I guess I was his pet project.”
“What?” I didn’t understand.
“I think he was trying to get me in shape.”
I reached for my glass. “You’re perfect as it is. What the fuck would he want to change?”
Laikyn’s eyes widened, and I realized I’d said the words aloud. And there’d been a hint of vehemence behind them. I didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to change this woman. She was fucking perfect exactly as she was.
“Thank you. I think.” She smiled and relaxed. “He would try to tickle me and tell me I could stand to lose some belly fat. I mean, for him, it wasn’t enough to be skinny.”
I glanced at Jinx, noticing the way his jaw clenched. I was in agreement. The guy was a douche. Any man lucky enough to be in her company should’ve been riveted by her beauty, not coming up with ways to change her.
“What happened to him?”
“I broke it off when he took his drunk ex-girlfriend home that night.”
“You caught him cheating?”
She laughed. “No. Didn’t have to. He was pretty upfront about his feelings based on the way he drooled around her. She was the one who invited us to the party. He claims she’s now his best friend. He texted the next day like nothing had happened. I told him it was better this way.”
She didn’t seem fazed by the fact a guy she was dating had been with another woman. I figured it wasn’t the time to tell her that the guy’s breakup with his girl was merely a ruse. Wes Carver had been in a serious relationship with Chastity Moore. That had remained the case even after Wes started dating Laikyn. I knew because Red Wally had been monitoring the situation after Monica set Laikyn up with guy #2. At that point, Jinx and I figured Monica had learned of the stipulations of the trust, and her plan was to marry her daughter off.
“How’d you meet him?” I asked.
“My mother introduced us. He’s the son of her plastic surgeon.”
“Did you like him?”
“Not really, no. I mean, he was nice. And by that, I mean he was simple. I didn’t have to think too hard to be around him.” Laikyn shrugged. “I was only trying to fuck him, anyway. What about you two? Any girlfriends going to come around trying to get you back?”
“Never had one.”
Her eyebrows slowly rose toward her hairline. “Never?”
“No.”
“But you’ve dated.”
She knew I had because I told her about my first first date when we went to dinner the other night. Since it wasn’t a question, I didn’t respond, waiting for her next question. I didn’t have to wait long.
“You?” she asked Jinx directly.
He shook his head.
“Have you ever been in love?”
Jinx’s gaze dropped to his plate as he answered with another shake of his head.
When Laikyn looked at me, I said, “No.”
“Ever loved anyone at all?”
I could tell she was trying to get to the root of whatever problem she thought I had. It would’ve been easy to tell her that I’d loved someone once, but that was a mistake I didn’t intend to make again. I’d wrongly believed I could find a home, a place where I belonged, perhaps parents who wanted me. After the fourth foster home, I realized that was an impossibility, although, at the time, I thought I was fitting in, that they were welcoming me with open arms. That was until I overheard the foster mother telling my social worker I was unlovable.
I told Laikyn none of those things because they didn’t matter. I didn’t live my life intending to find someone to love me. It wasn’t going to happen, so why bother?
“No,” I said simply, then turned my full attention to finishing my food.
“Want to go for a swim when we’re done?” Laikyn prompted, glancing between the two of us.
“Sure.”
Clearly, she was changing the subject for my benefit. I couldn’t help wondering how often she’d had to do that in her life. Switch things up because her curiosity went too far. I liked that she asked questions. I liked that she wanted to know things about people. I spent so much time around people who kept their personal details to themselves. Rhyan was the only one who talked about her past, her present, even her future. Sometimes to the point of too much information, but she was the only one comfortable talking about personal shit.
As for Jinx. I knew his story because his story had collided with mine long ago. We didn’t classify whatever this was, nor did we feel the need to. It simply was.
Twenty minutes later, after I’d taken our empty dishes to the kitchen, I returned to the patio to find Laikyn wading into the swimming pool. She was naked, every curve outlined by the night and backlit by the lights in the pool. I had never seen a more stunning creature in my life.
But it wasn’t only her physical beauty that ensnared me. I liked her outlook on life. For whatever reason, we had a connection. Although her mother had raised her, I got the sense that Laikyn had abandonment issues that mirrored my own. Although she’d never had to worry about shelter or food, Laikyn had looked after herself because her mother’s attention rarely strayed beyond her own needs.
I couldn’t help wondering if things would’ve been different if Laikyn had known who her father was. Based on what I knew of Jeremiah Montgomery, he’d had a single-minded focus, building an empire that would outdo anything before it. He’d been childless until very late in life when he met Katherine Wybler, a twenty-one-year-old woman with a single-minded focus of her own. Jeremiah had been seventy-one when he got her pregnant. They had one son, Knox, but Jeremiah never married Kitty, as she was known by her friends.
Thirteen years later, at eighty-four, Jeremiah had an affair with a vibrant eighteen-year-old named Monica Quinn, an up-and-coming actress looking to make a name for herself. I would never understand the appeal of an age gap quite that drastic, but clearly, it had worked for Jeremiah, and I wasn’t referring to his virility, although, goddamn.
However, from what I could tell, Monica hadn’t fought for his attention. That or Jeremiah had managed to keep it all under wraps. He’d certainly had the sort of money that made improprieties such as that one go away. It wasn’t as difficult as it sounded. I’d played a hand in hushing a few myself over the years.
“Are you two going to join me?”
Realizing I was staring at Laikyn as she floated in the pool, I shoved the thoughts away. I would reveal those details to Laikyn soon because she deserved to know. But until I had all the pieces in place, it would only cause more questions. Questions I couldn’t answer yet.
Jinx pushed to his feet and stripped his shirt over his head, revealing a body that should’ve been on the cover of a fucking magazine. He certainly hadn’t looked like that back in Purgatory. The transformation took place while I was in prison because when I saw him the day of my release, he’d buffed up and inked up in equal measure. The tattoo work had continued over the years, and now I wasn’t sure there was much space left for him to decorate.
Laikyn’s eyes locked on Jinx as he moved toward her. I found it interesting that she didn’t hide her fascination with his body the same way she didn’t hide her intrigue for mine, something I noticed when I stripped off my jeans and waded into the water, watching Laikyn as she watched me.
She didn’t move closer when we joined her. I could tell she wanted us. She didn’t try to hide that, but she wasn’t clingy or aggressive. Part of me wished she was, but I shoved that part down deep, reminding it that attachments weren’t allowed. They always backfired, even when I wasn’t harboring secrets that were going to change lives.
Jinx went to the corner and leaned against the side, his arms spread wide as he watched her with unabashed interest. I joined him, taking a seat on the concrete bench that lined the corner.
We remained like that for a few minutes, the two of us watching her. She seemed content with the silence that settled around us, and I was, too. I’d long ago gotten used to it, having spent a good amount of my adult life with Jinx. His silence never bothered me. When he needed to tell me something, he would find a way to do it.
Like now, as he brushed his fingers on the back of my head.
I glanced up at him. His eyes were hooded, his jaw tense. I knew without looking that his cock was hard. Mine was, too. Just looking at Laikyn did that to me.
His hand curled more firmly on my head, nudging me toward where he wanted me. Our position cast us in shadow but highlighted enough for Laikyn to see me when I turned toward him, gripping Jinx’s cock and stroking.
Her mouth fell open, and she stopped moving.
“She’s fascinated with the idea of us together,” I told Jinx, keeping my voice low enough she couldn’t hear. “You want her to watch, don’t you?”
He nodded, gripping me by the hair and tilting my head toward his cock. That was one thing I liked about Jinx. He wasn’t subtle with his needs. When he wanted me, he ensured I knew it. I, on the other hand, tended to act out to get his attention. It wasn’t intentional. At least it hadn’t been in the beginning. Now, I did it because I liked his aggressive response when I did. I needed that from him, and he knew it. It had taken a while to get him around to my way of thinking, but the moment he did, everything had changed between us.
With my fist around the base of his shaft, I guided him into my mouth. I was aware of Laikyn the entire time, the way she moved closer, but not too close. She didn’t say a word, but her breaths became choppier.
Jinx snapped his fingers to get her attention, and the next thing I knew, she was approaching, her hand moving over my arm, then my back.
I reached for her, wanting to feel all that smooth, silky skin wrapped around me. I curled my arm around her hip and jerked her to me. She straddled my thigh and put her arm over my shoulders, leaning closer to Jinx’s cock, which was pumping past my lips.
“God, that’s so fucking hot,” she whispered, her palm sliding over Jinx’s washboard stomach.
He grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to his cock, forcing mine away so she could take over stroking while I continued to suck him.
“Do I get a taste?”
I let Jinx maintain control, and when he guided her head down, I released him from my lips. I sat up, watching as Laikyn licked the head of his cock. Jinx’s stomach muscles flexed as he pumped his hips, helping her along. Laikyn didn’t hurry, savoring him until he was fisting her hair and pulling her back.
“Your turn,” she told me, then peered up at Jinx. “I want you to come in his mouth.”
As Jinx was known to do, he became aggressive, grabbing my hair, shoving his cock in my mouth. He controlled the movement, the pace. I sucked him, intimately aware that Laikyn was breathing harder as she observed.
Her hand moved over Jinx’s stomach as though she wanted to be included but not intrude.
Jinx grunted, and I knew he was close. I could feel the pulse of his cock against my lips, the tension in his body as he rocked into me. I took a deep breath through my nose, allowing him to drive deep into my throat. He groaned, the sound emanating in his chest, his hand loosening on my hair as he came with a jerk of his hips.
I barely had a chance to sit up before Laikyn’s mouth was on mine. She thrust her tongue past my lips as though she was seeking his essence. I kissed her, barely managing to hold her at bay when she turned, straddling both of my legs and sliding her arms around my neck. It wasn’t easy to resist when my cock was settled between the juncture of her thighs. One adjustment, and I would be buried to the hilt.
“We aren’t fucking,” I warned her, pulling my mouth from hers.
She smiled, not at all fazed that I slowed things down. “Do you need more time to recover? I get it. You’re old…er.” She giggled. “It takes longer.”
I pressed my hips forward, my cock rubbing along the slit of her pussy. “Does that feel like I need time to recover?”
I didn’t tell her that my dick hadn’t been soft for a moment since I met her.
“Mmm.” She rocked her hips, rubbing herself on my shaft.
I tightened my hold on her. “Can you get yourself off like that?”
“Probably.”
“Do it.”
“What if I said I’d prefer your big dick inside me?”
“No condom.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do we need one? I’m on birth control.” She lifted her arm and gestured toward the underside. “Implant. Good for three years.”
I already knew about the birth control. I knew far more about Laikyn Quinn than she could even imagine. More than she would probably approve of. The details were listed in page after page of background and history we’d unearthed about her after I learned what her mother had done.
And while I knew there was no risk of pregnancy if we were to go bareback right now, that was only part of it. It was one thing to show her my STD test results, or even Jinx’s (which were both negative the last time we took them), but I couldn’t tell Laikyn that I knew she’d been tested four months ago after screwing one of those fuck-ups her mother set her up with and that the test had returned clean. I wasn’t supposed to have that information. Plus, I needed to use the situation to my advantage.
“Until we’re all three tested, we use condoms.”
She didn’t sound offended, merely curious, when she said, “You don’t trust me?”
“Do you trust me?” I countered.
“Yes.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Do you have a disease?”
“No. But how could you possibly know that?”
“Because I just asked, and you’re the one who said you would never lie to me.”
I had said that.
Obviously, she wasn’t going to let this go, so I tried to shut it down. “It’s the smart thing to do.”
“I’ve never had sex without protection,” she said defensively.
Nor had I. Except for with Jinx, but I didn’t admit that.
“Fine,” she hissed, grinding herself along the ridge of my dick. “We’ll get tested tomorrow.” She looked up at Jinx. “All three of us.”
She gasped when I pressed on her hips, holding her against my cock while she bounced gently, rubbing her clit furiously along my shaft. If she questioned how this was different from actual penetration when it came to transferring bodily fluids, she didn’t voice it. Truth is, if it weren’t futile that I get a blood sample for the DNA test, I would’ve been fucking her bare right now. My resistance was fucking shit when it came to her.
Laikyn wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my neck, her soft moans close to my ear. I held her tighter, angling her hips, helping her along. It took tremendous restraint not to drive my cock inside her. I wanted to feel her again, and I knew I shouldn’t. I was forming an attachment, and it was going to backfire in my face.
“Come for me, beautiful butterfly,” I whispered, pretending for a brief moment that an attachment to this woman wouldn’t be the worst form of torture when it came to an end.
Laikyn gasped and shuddered in my arms. A moment passed before she relaxed, then eased back, grinning like a cat.
She stood and brushed her hair back from her face.
“Good night, boys,” she said sweetly, leaning forward and kissing Jinx on the lips before turning toward the house.
I found the loss of her disappointing, but it was exactly what I would’ve done if Laikyn had been any other woman. For some reason, she was abiding by the rules—don’t confuse sex for love—while I was lingering dangerously close to uncharted territory.
* * *
Jinx
I watched Laikyn walk away. Watched the sway of her sexy ass as she tiptoed quickly toward the house, probably hoping to ward off the chill.
When I turned back, I found Rule standing, his gaze pinned on me.
“She might be off limits for the night,” he said gruffly, leaning closer. “But you’re not.”
I held his stare, my cock swelling with renewed interest. He stepped closer, pressing his hips to mine, his erection sliding against mine.
“You’ve got two choices,” he said, his voice low as his hips began to rock, his cock sliding against mine. “Shower or bed.”
I held up two fingers, letting him know I’d take the second option. It had been a while since Rule fucked me in a bed. Our encounters were generally spontaneous and occurred in all sorts of places, here and at the office. I would never admit it, but while I enjoyed the spontaneity, I really liked it when he slowed things down. It was rare.
“Let’s go,” he said, turning away.
I stared after him, admiring every glorious inch as he prowled toward the house. The man was unlike any I’d ever met. From the first day I met him, I knew he was different. And I wasn’t referring to his intellect or his slightly warped sense of morality. Back then, Rule looked out for only one person. Himself. Or at least that was the impression I got. It wasn’t long before I’d become someone he looked after as well. I’d never asked him to, but he took it upon himself.
That was what Rule did. It was how we ended up being friends with Rhyan. It was also how we met the twins. People gravitated toward Rule, and if you were one of the lucky ones he allowed into his orbit, you could remain there as long as you were loyal. Rule never asked for anything and pretended he had nothing to give back. He was wrong, but he would never see it, even if it was spelled out for him.
I followed Rule into the house, then headed up to his bedroom while he closed everything down and locked it up. I didn’t see Waldo, so I assumed he had followed Laikyn to her room. He was one lucky dog; I could say that much. He was the only one of us who had the pleasure of sleeping in the same bed as her, and he didn’t even realize how fucking lucky he was.
In Rule’s room, I retrieved the lube from the bathroom drawer and returned as he walked in. He didn’t shut the door, which intrigued me. There was a good chance Laikyn would hear us. Was that what he wanted? For her to know that he was capable of turning her down but that he would fuck me?
I wasn’t sure what to make of this situation. Earlier, when Rule had come into the kitchen to find Laikyn kissing me, I could’ve sworn he was bothered by it. Then in the pool, he seemed content to suck my dick while she watched. I’d been testing the waters then, trying to figure out the rules because he wasn’t forthcoming with them. The only thing I knew for sure was that something had changed last night after we fucked her in the shower. He was no longer holding back.
Rule didn’t hide his approval as his gaze raked over me. I’d never questioned whether I turned him on. I knew I did. From that first night he fucked me in the motel room, I’d felt the sizzle of our mutual attraction. It was powerful enough to have gotten us this far. Through all the years we’d been together, it was the one thing I could rely on.
He approached slowly, his eyes sliding up to my face. “I watched you and her last night.”
I knew he did. I’d felt his gaze lingering when I was fucking her. It had added an intensity I hadn’t anticipated.
“I couldn’t look away.”
Rule stopped directly in front of me. I noticed how his shoulders tensed and the cords in his neck stood out. He was holding himself back.
“I wanted to fuck you then,” he admitted, taking one more step until there was only a breath between us. “I wanted to drive my cock in your ass while you fucked her.”
My skin heated at the image his words painted.
His voice dropped an octave. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
I held my ground when he pressed his chest to mine, exerting his dominance.
“I wasn’t supposed to give in.”
But he had, and clearly, he wasn’t happy about that.
“You didn’t stop me.”
Ah. So that was what he’d expected me to do? To stop him from taking what he so obviously wanted. I couldn’t ask him why he thought I was capable of doing that when I’d never been able to stop him from doing anything before.
His voice was barely more than a rough growl. “You were supposed to stop me, Jinx.”
I took control, grabbing his head and crushing my mouth to his. I knew what he needed, and I would gladly provide an outlet. I needed it the same as he did. Rule gave me something no one else ever had. He gave me safety and security even though he swore he didn’t have it to offer.
Rule’s kiss was hard, rough. We fought for dominance for a moment before I surrendered, allowing him to shove me to the bed. He straddled my thighs, grinding his cock against mine as our tongues thrashed, hands grabbing for purchase. We were rough, but it was what we both needed. I’d never been able to tell him how I felt, so I had settled for showing him. Matching him kiss for kiss was my way of proving I was worthy of what he was unwilling to give. His trust, his love. I would never hurt this man, and he knew that. Deep in his soul, I knew he did. That was how we’d come this far. Twenty years was a long time, but I wanted twenty more and twenty after that.
I would never tell him, but I would show him.
Rule planted a hand in the center of my chest and held me to the bed as he ripped his mouth from mine. I stared up at him, dragging air into my lungs in ragged pants while he reached for the lubricant. He watched me as he slicked his cock, and his eyes never strayed, even when he repositioned so my legs were free.
I knew what he wanted, and I didn’t hesitate, spreading my legs, welcoming him. He inched forward on his knees, one hand pressed to my shin, forcing my leg back as he used the other to guide his cock into my hole. I relaxed, allowing him entry because it was exactly where I needed him.
“Fuck,” Rule hissed, his head falling back on his shoulders as he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding in deep.
I welcomed the initial discomfort because it was a reminder that he was still mine. I would gladly share him with Laikyn, but on some level, we would always have this. Just us.
Rule leaned forward, planting his hands on both sides of my head, rocking his hips, fucking me slow and deep.
“I want her,” he said, staring into my eyes. “I want her with every fucking breath I take.”
I gripped his hips, guiding him to a pace that worked for both of us.
“I’ve only ever wanted one person,” he whispered.
Me. I was the only person he’d accepted fully into his life. But he’d never admitted it before. Never told me that he wanted more than what we had. He wouldn’t. I wasn’t disillusioned. He was overwhelmed at the moment, confused by his feelings for Laikyn. It was causing him to see things from a different perspective. Once he worked that out in his head, he would go back to insisting the only thing he wanted was nothing. From anyone.
I knew better.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I pulled him down, fusing my mouth to his. Giving him the distraction he needed so he could allow himself to feel, if only for a few minutes. He fucked me for the longest time, slow, deep strokes. And as he pulled himself together, his pace quickened, as did the storm brewing inside me. It wasn’t long before he pulled his mouth from mine and rammed into me, hard and deep. Finesse took a backseat to assuaging the deep-seated lust that continued to pulse.
“Come for me, Jinx,” Rule hissed.
I grabbed my cock and jerked roughly, timing my strokes with the jarring of his thrusts until I was right there.
“Ah, fuck,” he growled, his hips jerking as he tried to hold on.
I waited until he met my gaze, and I let go, dropping my head back and closing my eyes as the tension broke and ecstasy flooded my system.
“Oh, God, yes!” Rule rammed into me one final time and came with a barely restrained roar.
* * *
Rule
The next morning, I lingered around the house longer than usual. Long enough to have breakfast with Laikyn and Jinx before we took her to the clinic for the blood test. I found it interesting the way she chatted away as though there was nothing unusual about getting tested for STDs first thing on a Monday morning. Never mind the fact she was with two men she was currently intimate with.
Nothing seemed to faze this woman.
The actual testing was uneventful. We waited our turn, then waited some more for everyone to finish. Afterward, Jinx headed for the office while I dropped Laikyn off at the house and told her to be good before going to work. All morning, Laikyn had acted as though nothing was different between us. Just three people enjoying the benefits of the situation we found ourselves in. I wanted to do the same, but my objectives made that impossible.
When I arrived at the office, Willy and Red Wally were standing in Rhyan’s office.
“Wow. Did you sleep in this morning, boss?” she called out as I stopped at her office door.
I ignored her razzing. “You should be able to get a blood sample for the DNA test.”
She stared at me, coffee cup—this one read: SOME PEOPLE JUST NEED A HIGH-FIVE. TO THE FACE. WITH A CHAIR.— to her mouth, clearly confused by my response.
“I took Laikyn to the clinic this morning. STD test.”
“Ah. That’s creative.”
More so because I’d let Laikyn believe it was her idea. For her, it allowed us to have sex without worry. For me, it provided what I needed to prove who her father was. And because we already had something to compare the results to, it was only a matter of time before her paternity was settled.
“I need you to get it done,” I told Rhyan. “Soon.”
“Got it.” She stood up. “I’ll take Red Wally with me. He always proves to be a good distraction.”
She was talking about the office staff at the clinic. And she was right. Red Wally had a personality as bright and distracting as his red hair. People were drawn to him. They trusted him, which was important considering his line of work.
But the truth was, I didn’t care how Rhyan got the sample. As long as she did. Although we were working on a specific timeline, I wanted everything in place by the time the ninety days were up. Something told me that it wasn’t going to be nearly as easy to walk away from Laikyn as I’d anticipated it would be.