Free Beyond The Checkered Flag by J.D. Wylde Page B

her. “How about on the table then?” he asked, caging her between his
body and the table.
    She rolled her eyes. “How about you look at these announcements
for the house? I need to pick one.”
    They’d gifted Harrington House to the Harrington Historical
Society and since announcing her own retirement from country music, Lauren now
ran the Friends of Harrington Foundation. She oversaw the house, the grounds,
and the staff who gave the tours. Next month she was kicking off their official
grand opening with a Bliss benefit concert.
    He picked up the glossy cards. Gave them a cursory glance
before tossing them down on the table, opting instead to nibble on her neck.
“You smell good enough to eat, sugar.”
    “Bobby Wayne.” She wiggled against him, playing right into
his hands.
    “There you go, sugar. Now you’re gettin’ into it.” Still
kissing her neck, he nimbly unbuttoned her shirt. Pushed it down off her
shoulders, leaving it to hang from the waistband of her skirt – a very short
one showing off some pretty kick-ass legs in some fantasy hooker boots.
    “Bobby Wayne.” She pushed against his shoulders. Putting
space between them, she slipped her world-class ass onto the table. Sitting in
front of him, her legs were spread wide enough for him to stand between them.
    “You know, I can see up your skirt.”
    One dark brow arched. “Good that I put on underwear then this
morning.” She gathered up the announcements. “Now will you please look at
these?” She handed the cards to him. Nibbled on her bottom lip.
    Lauren’s heart beat hard against her breast bone as she
nervously waited for Bobby Wayne to look through the small stack of cards she’d
given him. The second to the last one was the most important one.
    He gave them a cursory glance. “Whatever you decide, sugar.”
    “No really,” She pushed his hand closer to his chest. “Look.
And tell me what you think.”
    Slowly he looked at each card… until he got to the second to the
last card. The one that wasn’t an announcement card for the Harrington House
benefit concert, but a copy of a sonogram taken at her OB-GYN’s office this
morning.
    His blond brows furrowed over his beautiful blue eyes.
“What’s this?”
    “Something we haven’t talked about,” she quietly told him as
she chewed on the corner of her thumb nail.
    “Are you tellin’ me you’re pregnant?” he quietly asked.
    Slowly she nodded her head up and down.
    “Is this ours?” he asked, holding the picture out to her.
    “No, I picked it out from between the Camaro’s bucket seats.
Of course, it’s ours,” she replied, wishing nerves didn’t make her so snarky
and sarcastic. “If that’s okay with you,” she cautiously added.
    “Jee-suz, Lauren. Of course, it’s okay.”
    She didn’t know how he’d react. She wasn’t sure yet how she
was reacting.
    “A baby. We’re having a baby!” Bobby Wayne whooped, right
before he picked her up and spun her around, letting out a rebel yell that
Olivia Harrington would have been proud of.
    “Should I have done that?” he worriedly asked, as he
cautiously sat her back down on the table.
    “I’m fine,” she told him, allowing her fingers to slide into
his silky blond hair. She’d never forget the look of awe on his handsome face.
    “We’re having a baby,” he softly and slowly said. Like he was
having a hard time wrapping his mind around that fact, just like she was.
    “Damn!” A huge smile spread across his face. “I can’t wait to
buy him a car.”
    “No.”
    “Better yet, we’ll build our own car.”
    “No, no.”
    “I can take him to the garage and we can build him his own
race car.”
    “ No .”
    “The guys will love it. We’ll start out small. We’ll make him
a jacked-up go cart.”
    “No!”
    “And then we can work our way up to midgets.”
    “No.”
    “Or a sprint car. It’s gonna be fun.”
    “No, no, no ! Oh my god. Will you listen to yourself?
What if he is a she ? Did you ever