Free Senn (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 5) by Lane Hart Page A

my question, but then waves his gloved hand through the air. “Never mind. I forgot that you don’t have any sisters. So, are you gonna go to the doctor’s appointment or what?”
    “Why should I? To get rejected again?” I ask.
    “Don’t do that,” he says with a shove to my chest. “Don’t pussy out because you’re scared of getting hurt or looking like a fool. You’re gonna have to step up with actions instead of words if you want to be a part of your daughter’s life and prove to Abby that there’s more to you than being a careless dickwhore.”
    “Asshole,” I reply, flipping him off with both gloves in the air since I can’t flip him the middle finger.
    “Man up and get ready for her to knock you down a few times before you finally get the upper hand,” he says. Moving back to the center of the ring, he’s clearly ready for us to keep pounding on each other. “You won’t know unless you try, right?”
    …
    Abby
    I lay on my horn with the heel of my hand when the Mercedes in front of me doesn’t budge at the green light. Finally, grandma wakes up and puts her foot on the gas. I’m already running five minutes late for my ultrasound appointment after getting held up on a conference call at work. The bride flip-flopped on purple or pink lilies for the centerpieces until I was ready to pull my hair out. I finally said to hell with it and told her I would pay for both myself.
    Squealing my car’s tires into the medical park lot, I pull into the first available space, grab my purse and hightail it to the elevators. I’m pushing the up arrow button repeatedly, like that will make it come faster, when a familiar deep, masculine voice behind me says, “Pregnant women shouldn’t drive so recklessly.”
    Spinning around on my black strappy heels that are killing my swollen feet, I find Senn leaning against the hallway wall, hands in the pockets of his jeans, wearing my favorite shirt to see on any fighter, the tight, black, cotton Havoc tee that shows off all the hard earned muscles across his chest and down his arms. The shirts also remind me of Linc.
    “What are you doing here?” I ask, more breathless than I should be from the short hike from my car. I hate to admit it, but Senn looks good. Better than good, all big and intimidating with his long wavy hair pushed behind both ears. Just the sight of him has me cowering like a damsel in distress, wanting to beg him to save me and then carry me off to be thoroughly ravaged.  I’m obviously a glutton for punishment.
    “I’m going with you to your appointment.” He doesn’t even formulate the words into a polite question. And I really shouldn’t be even more turned on by his assholy assertiveness. Stupid hormones.
    “How did you know this was my doctor’s office or when I had to be here?” I ask.
    He glances away, looking out the glass windows in the lobby instead of answering me. Before I can play detective to figure it out myself, the elevator dings. And as soon as the doors open, Senn steps forward, following me on. He even presses the number three on the panel, so he must know my doctor’s on the third floor.
    “I didn’t say you could come with me,” I point out after the doors close.
    “Does it look like I’m taking no for an answer?” he asks, stepping into my personal space, threatening, and…and hot. So hot. He smells good too, that familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood that I swear still lingers in my bedroom from the first night he came over months ago. 
    Thankfully, the elevator door opens again before I have a chance to do something stupid like kiss him. Or yank his zipper down and fuck him. The pregnancy hormones are a slutty bitch with low standards and not a single ounce of shame. Despite how horny I am, I still haven’t slept with Luke or let him go down on me, even though he spends practically every night in my apartment. I do make sure that he doesn’t have to leave with blue balls the next morning. Why