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I nodded toward the sink, with the soapy blender still sitting in it. “I gave her some chocolate milkshake with a little Benadryl. She’s sleeping now.”

Dad clapped my shoulder, smiling like drugging his wife was a brilliant plan. He walked up the stairs, without another word.

I couldn’t help the jealousy that flared in my gut. I gritted my teeth as he walked into his room. To sleep next to Delila.

He might not know it yet, but that was my woman.

My father had his chance and fucked it up. He didn’t deserve to go near Delila. I swallowed down my anger.

Soon.

He wouldn’t be calling her his wife for much longer.

ELEVEN

DELILA

I woke up with my head pounding, and more sore than I’d been after losing my virginity.

My pussy throbbed. If she had a mouth, she’d be screaming, asking what I’d done to her.

As I stood to get to the shower, to clear some of the fog in my head, I felt a trickle down below.

What was…

A moment later, it hit me—that was cum dripping out from between my thighs.

Oh, shit.

That was my stepson’s cum leaking out of me.

SHIT.

I bolted into the shower, jamming on the faucet and letting water that hadn’t quite warmed yet wash away the proof of my crimes.

A literal splat hit the tub. I stared at the glob of semen that plopped out of me unceremoniously, as the lukewarm spray of the shower sluggishly washed it down the drain.

Oh, fuck.

There was so much of it.

What if Jax actually did it?

What if he got me pregnant?

I cupped my lower belly, right over the little soft pouch I could never seem to get rid of no matter how hard I dieted… and imagined a little one growing there. A tiny baby with Jax’s strong features.

I… should be mad right now. Shouldn’t I be mad?

The thought of Ryan crossed my mind, distantly. But I kept my hand over my lower belly, cradling it protectively.

Was it wrong… that the thought of Jax’s baby growing in me didn’t make me mad?

Did I want his baby?

Did I want Jax?

This wasn’t who I was. I wasn’t a cheater.