“You’ve never been with a man like me,” he whispers, his voice heavy and thick with need. “I promise you’ll never forget this night.”
My core burns with desire as I stare into his eyes. “Harry.”
“I want you under me saying my name.” His lips brush my cheek. “I want to hear what I do to you. I want to watch you come undone when I touch your…”
A sharp series of knocks at the door yanks me from his arms.
“Fuck.” Harry shoves a hand through his hair. “That’s Sean. He’s a friend. I have no idea why the hell he’s here.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harrison
“Oh no.” London looks around as if she’s searching for a hole she can jump into. Is there a back door in this place?”
I chuckle. “Sean knows I bring women home. I’ll introduce you. His timing is shit, but he’s a good guy.”
“I need to use the washroom.” She glances toward the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms. “Is there one up there?”
“Three,” I tell her. “Are you sure you don’t want to say hi to Sean?”
“I can’t.” Those words leave her lips as she sprints toward the staircase.
It’s impressive, given that she’s wearing sky-high heels. Before I can chase her down, she’s up and disappeared from view.
Sean knocks again with the distinctive pattern we came up with one night when we were drunk and high. Too much beer and weed resulted in us standing on opposite sides of my front door, creating a secret knock that only we use.
It’s lame as hell, but we’ve never dropped it. I doubt we ever will.
I knock back using the pattern Sean is expecting before I swing open the door.
He’s standing there dressed in jeans and a green sweatshirt that once belonged to me. He borrowed the shirt when he briefly lived here and never bothered to return it.
“Look at me.” He holds both of his arms out to the side. “Do I look different to you?”
“What the fuck?” I stand in the middle of the doorway. “What are you doing here?”
As usual, he brushes right past me and invites himself in. “I asked you a question, Harry. Do I look different to you?”
I glance toward the staircase. “No, why?”
He turns to face me. Tears well in his eyes, and even though there’s a beautiful woman in my home, I focus all my attention on my best friend.
“What’s wrong?” Concern edges my tone. “What happened?”
“This!” With a flourish, he yanks a small plastic zip top bag from the back pocket of his jeans.
He waves it in front of my face. It’s too close for me to make out anything since my reading glasses are currently in their case in the inner pocket of my suit jacket.
My hand darts out to circle his wrist so I can hold his hand in place a few inches in front of me.
His pulse is racing.
I know why the second I get a clear view of what’s in the bag.
“I found this.” His voice cracks. “Calliope must have put the baggie under the bathroom sink. I saw it when I went in there looking for bubble bath.”
I hold in a laugh. “What?”
“I like lavender baths,” he says as if I should know. “She fell asleep, and I thought, why not take a bath but then…”
“But then you saw this?”
A tear falls onto his cheek. “It’s positive, right? Look at it, Harry. Tell me it’s positive.”
I squint, but I can’t see shit that small without my glasses, so I head toward my jacket. I slide the case out and open it. With the reading glasses in my hand, I walk toward Sean.
He’s literally bouncing in place. The shoes on his feet are tapping each time his heels hit the floor. “Look, Harry. Tell me I’m not dreaming.”
I grab the clear zip bag and get under the overhead light to get a better look.
“Congratulations,” I say with a crack in my voice. “This pregnancy test is positive, Sean. You’re going to be a dad.”
Fifteen minutes later, Sean is still talking about finding the pregnancy test his fiancée hid under their bathroom sink.
I look toward the staircase again. I expected London to make an appearance by now, but since she hasn’t, I need to check on her.
I don’t want Sean to feel like shit for interrupting my night, so I move to stand. “I need to run upstairs for a second. I’ll be right back.”
He doesn’t tear his gaze from the zip bag in his hand. “I should wait for Calliope to tell me about the baby, right? I mean, there must be a reason she didn’t tell me.”
He should head home, wake her up, and tell her that he found it, but right now, he needs to talk this through with me even though all I want is to race upstairs and crawl into bed with the beautiful birthday girl I brought home with me.