Page 70 of Baby Daddy

“I’m just pretending.”

Without warning, his hand slipped under my robe and crawled between my legs. I jolted, almost spilling my tea.

“Jesus, Dee. You’re so fucking wet for me. This is pretending?”

He continued to caress my sensitive slick folds, my wet heat dripping down my inner thighs. The bundle of nerves between my legs buzzed with electricity as he rubbed his thumb over it. Closing my eyes, I arched my head back as I moaned with ecstasy. Oh God, what was he doing to me?

Then, suddenly, the sound of the front door opening clicked in my ears. My eyes popped open and I straightened up. Drake heard it too.

“Fuck.” He jumped to his feet and grabbed the lamp on the end table, yanking the electrical cord out of the wall socket.

“What are you doing?”

“Stay right here,” he whispered as my heart pounded with fear.

Stealthily, with the base of the lamp in his hand, he tiptoed to the front door. I thought my heart would leap out of my chest as the door swung open. And then my eyes grew as wide as saucers.

“Jesus,” mumbled Drake.

“Drake, what the heck are you doing with that lamp in your hand?”

Lulu! As Drake lowered his arm, I let out a sigh of relief. “We thought you were Kyle.”

Lulu’s brows jumped to her forehead. “Dee-Dee, what are you talking about? Kyle’s in jail.”

Drake shot me a puzzled look. “She doesn’t know?”

I looked my confused sister straight in the eye. “Lou, he’s out. He’s here in LA.”

Her jaw dropped to the floor. “What?”

“C’mon, Lou. We need to talk.”

Several cups of tea later, my sister knew everything that happened last week.

“Jesus, Dee-Dee. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

Lulu rolled her eyes at me. “The fucking scumbag could have killed you. And Drake too.”

Drake’s face darkened. “It’s the other way around. I could have killed him.”

Still in her workout clothes, Lulu sat back in her chair and met his angry gaze. “I wish you had.”

Calming down, Drake filled Lulu in on his recent encounter with Kyle. Though he didn’t go into much detail, I learned that Kyle was dealing drugs again. Which meant he was probably shooting up heroin or doing crystal meth.

“I’m worried about your safety. And Ty’s too. He knows where you live.”

“We’re moving out at the end of the month.”

Drake’s lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s not soon enough.”

“What do you propose?” asked my sister, her tone challenging.

“That I stay here until you move.”

Before either my sister or I could reply, Drake’s cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his jeans pocket and gazed at the caller ID screen.