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  Secret Baby Daddy (Part Five)

  Paige North

  Favor Ford Publishing

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  Contents

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  Secret Baby Daddy (Part Five) by Paige North

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  Excerpt: Jackson (The Billionaire Croft Brothers, Book One) by Paige North

  1. Jackson

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  Secret Baby Daddy (Part Five) by Paige North

  Chapter 1

  I spend the night at the hotel with Sebastian, and after Colt’s security release is arranged the next day, I go to pay it, then pick him up from the Haverill jail where he’s been waiting in his own cell. He’s silent and broody as he drives us to Portland, and I have no idea how to read him. He’s been staying away from Sebastian too, as if he doesn’t want to contaminate our son with his uncanny ability to turn some situations to shit. I want to remind Colt of everything he’s turned to gold with his career and with the little boy we both made together, but he obviously isn’t in the mood to hear that.

  What I’m not going to tell him is how, last night, I had bad dreams. Crazy dreams filled with doubt for the first time in a long time, and the dreams aren’t just about him and my family—J.Page had a starring role in them too.

  But those nightmares are trash, and I’ve tried to put them behind me as we enter the hotel suite. Colt is still quiet. He doesn’t even take Sebastian from me as he usually does when he puts the baby down for a nap, so I go to the second bedroom myself, laying Sebastian in the crib that I had the concierge discretely set up. It isn’t like Colt to keep his distance from our son, and my heart gets heavy. I think he feels unworthy of us, even though he’s anything but.

  When I come out of the bedroom with the baby monitor, Colt isn’t in the main suite, but the door to his room is open, so I walk in. I find him in the grand marble bathroom putting away the electric toothbrush he’s obviously just used. He starts stripping off his button down as if it’s infected by his short time in jail.

  “I just talked to my PR flaks,” he finally says without any emotion. “So far they’ve been able to keep last night’s festivities out of the tabloids.”

  He’s mocking himself, bitter that he’s blown it yet again.

  I lean against the counter. “I already texted my family about dropping the charges.” God, I can’t keep my eyes off of his bared torso: his rippling muscles, his tanned skin. I shouldn’t be getting excited as I watch him undo his trousers either, but heaven help me, I’m doing just that. “I texted because I couldn’t bring myself to talk to my parents. They keep asking me to come back to the house so I can hash this out with Jack, but I keep telling them I need some time to think. And so do they.” I shake my head. “I’m so angry that they sprung Jack on us that I could—”

  “You know they didn’t mean for that to happen. Jack showed up uninvited.” Colt pauses before he takes off his trousers. His gray-blue eyes bore into me. “Don’t let me ruin what you’ve got going with your family, Serena. They love you and Sebastian. I’m the fuck up.”

  “Don’t say that.”

  “You know it’s true.” He lets out a long breath. “I’ve been wracking what brains I have for a solution to all this.”

  I wish he would stop beating himself up. “Don’t talk like that, Colt. You’ve got brains.”

  “Yeah, and they were really on display last night, weren’t they?” A hard smile tilts his mouth. “Anyway, aside from having another talk with your parents, I’m out of solutions for now.”

  “We’ll come up with something.”

  As my Sally Sunshine comment hangs in the air, Colt takes his phone out of his trousers pocket and deposits it on the marble counter. He strips off his pants, and my pussy tightens, then releases in a dangerous throb. I can’t resist Colt, even if, deep down, I’m a little frustrated that he couldn’t stop himself from going after Jack, even in defense of me. Truthfully, I’m angrier with myself right now, because, dammit, I shouldn’t be turned on by something so primal.

  But I am, and as Colt moves toward the rock-walled, dual-headed rainforest shower stall, I go moist at the sight of his tight calves, lean thighs, and muscled ass. His cock makes me pound harder, and even though I know he wants to wash off the feel of the jail from his skin, I want every bit of him, bad boy and all. We haven’t solved a thing about my family and this mess we’re in, but here I go with Colt once again, knowing that I can never let him go, even if I’m having bad dreams and it seems as if all the odds are against us.

  He activates the shower, and I turn the baby monitor on high volume then set it down on a shelf right outside the stall. Although I already showered this morning, I take off the sundress Margot loaned to me when I picked up Sebastian, then join Colt under the gentle yet persistent fall of water. He’s just standing there, letting the liquid stream down his hard body, and I grab a thick washcloth that’s folded on a shelf next to another one stocked with toiletries. As I squeeze some gel onto the cloth, it smells like the woods where Colt and I spent such an amazing weekend with Sebastian, and I ache to be back there, where everything was so uncomplicated and perfect.

  I run the washcloth over Colt’s corded back, and his muscles flex as he looks over his wide shoulder at me. “I won’t do something this dumbass again, Serena. I promise.”

  “I know you won’t.” God, I hope he won’t.

  As I lovingly soap his back, he reaches for the shampoo, pours some into his hands, lathers it in his hair, and then rinses it out. We quietly work together with the sound of our breathing and the flow of water filling the poignant silence. I take my time washing him all over, saving his front for last. My skin feels raw under the pulsing water, and my heartbeat seems to be the only thing stringing me together, making me one connected series of erotic throbs. I slip the washcloth around to his chest, running it over his contours, pressing myself against his back, my breasts crushed to his wet skin, my belly against his ass.

  He grips my wrists, then slowly guides my hands down to his cock. I gently bite his back as I cup him, stroking him with the cloth and getting him hard.

  He angles forward and plants his hands against the smooth rock wall, making the muscles bulge in his arms as the water shimmers over us. When I ease the washcloth to his balls, I can feel of the vibration of his low groan through his back. I reach even farther between his legs to his taint, rubbing him there, and his shoulders hunch as he takes in a breath that he doesn’t release just yet. Then, when I put more pressure on his sensitive spot, he loses it, turning around to scoop me into his arms and lift me into a ruthless kiss.

  He drives me against the wall, his thick arm cushioning me as I drop the washcloth. Everything inside of me crashes like something heavy being dropped into a pool. Violent waves spread out from my belly, making me gasp and clench my legs around his waist as he devours me, gets me dizzy and so unbearably hot that I don’t think I can go much longer without brutally coming.

  But not yet.

  His kisses are desp
erate, owning me, and our skin is slippery, his stiff cock nudging my inner thighs. He tears his mouth away from me to press his lips against my ear.

  “Why the fuck are you still here with me?” he asks in anguish. “Why the hell haven’t you given up?”

  I grip his hair so he looks into my eyes, and a bolt of lightning splits me. “I shouldn’t have to tell you why, Colt.”

  There’s a word blasting down on us with every beat of the water. Love. And just as I’m about tell him that I’ll love him through the ages—through anything that tries to come between us—he seems to get taken over by a beast. It’s in his eyes—furious and hungry—and when he suddenly lifts me high enough so that my legs are hooked over his shoulders and my pussy is by his mouth, I let out of strangled gasp. My heart is clamoring through every part of me, especially my insatiable clit, which thuds wildly, wetly.

  Colt looks up at me with that ravenous gaze. Then, with the bad-boy smile that always lets him get away with anything in the end—even if he’s the one who ends up punishing himself more than anyone else—he buries his face between my thighs. Electricity jolts to every cell in my body, and I grasp his hair and go limp against the wall as he runs his tongue around my pussy, working me with a long, sensual kiss that turns my blood to clicking steam. He sucks on my lips, tastes me with lazy strokes, teases my clit until I’m so plumped that I know I’m going to explode soon. And when he enters me with that talented tongue, I can’t hold back any longer—I blast off, trying to not to howl with unrestrained delight, but I do. God, I do, and it echoes everywhere.

  Panting, I at least have the presence of mind to listen and see if Sebastian is crying on the baby monitor. But he’s quiet. Thank God, he’s quiet, and as Colt looks up at me again with those passion-fogged eyes, there’s a devil in him.

  He lets me slide down the wall so quickly that my stomach flips, and with another fluid move, he catches me, bringing me down on his hard cock and making me howl again as he thrusts deep inside to fill me to the limit. With another powerful stroke, he fucks me, then fucks me again, driving me against the wall like demons are hounding him. I move my hips with every carnal push, egging him on with tiny sounds that are only building and building to—

  I come again with a torrid blast, pulling his hair, my breath suspending just before everything inside me starts to freefall. When I hit, I hit even harder, exploding again, then again until my brain starts to clear and I feel him still hard and hot inside me. His gaze is frenzied just before he clenches his teeth, then comes just as viciously as I did, one uncontrollable blast after another until we’re both grasping for breath.

  The water keeps beating down on us as we come off of our highs, still clinging to each other. I don’t ever want to let him go. I might die, broken and inconsolable, if I ever have to let him go…

  After he turns off the water, he slowly dries me with a towel, showing infinite care. It’s only when the sound of his cell phone goes off from the counter that reality sets back in.

  It’s the theme song from Colt’s first movie. J.Page’s ringtone.

  Without a word, he lets it go to voicemail, then he quickly dries himself off as I get out of the stall, pick my clothing off the floor, and put it back on.

  “Colt,” I finally say. “If you want to do business with her in private, I’ll—”

  “I don’t want to deal with her at all.”

  I sigh, and after he steps out of the shower while wrapping his towel around his waist, I lean over to nuzzle his bare, steam-misted arm. “Better to deal with her now rather than later.”

  He looks down at me intensely. His phone signals that the voicemail has already been recorded, and with his jaw tight, he accesses the message on speakerphone.

  Nothing between us. Not even goddamned J.Page.

  Then she speaks, shattering all my illusions.

  “Not answering, huh? Well maybe you’ll have something to say when I tell everyone about how you got me pregnant and then took off, asshole!”

  Chapter 2

  At first, J.Page’s words only glance over me like a stone skipping over the surface of a lake—pregnant?...her?...Colt? Then they gather force and speed, finally slamming into me.

  Pregnant.

  Her.

  Colt.

  He’s merely staring at the phone, obviously floored by what he heard.

  “Did she just say…?” I whisper. But I know what J.Page yelled on that voicemail, and something sour is already curdling in my stomach.

  Colt shakes his head, his expression blank. “I’ve never even kissed her off screen, much less slept with her.”

  Nausea rises in my throat, and I sink to the floor. I think I’m going to throw up.

  He gets to his knees next to me. “Serena, she’s lying…”

  I abruptly turn my face away from him, overwhelmed by how sick I am about this, and it’s not only my stomach that’s roiling. My heart… Oh, my God, my heart feels like it’s getting drilled out of me. My brain’s not working, and I’m too numb to even cry, much less say anything.

  Something flickers in my head, and it’s like there’s a bad movie that’s starting to play through my thoughts at high speed: a scene of Colt impulsively punching Jack, another one of J.Page in this very hotel room coming on to Colt as if she owns him, another with her voice on the phone telling him to get his hot ass to Vegas as if she’s totally comfortable with ordering that hot ass to do whatever she commands it to do…

  Ugly questions take me over. Panic. Doubts about how Colt could’ve ever preferred me to J.Page anyway and how stupid I might’ve been to believe that.

  “Why would she lie to you about this?” I croak. “What does she have to gain from doing that?”

  “Serena…” Colt’s voice is torn apart. “I have no idea what she’s up to, but I swear to you…it’s a lie. I never so much as kissed her when we weren’t filming some kind of fake love scene.”

  “Nothing ever happened? Not even on the set in Europe after you were so angry with me?”

  Colt’s silence pierces me.

  Oh, fuck. Fuck. Did something happen between them, and not only in Europe? Was he with her again before he tracked me down in that bar and now he’s trying to carry off the best acting job of his life by telling me J.Page and him never happened?

  My God. My God…

  In a daze, I scramble to my feet. Colt’s shoulders are hunched as he stares at the floor, and I don’t know if he’s seething because J.Page spilled the beans or if he’s feeling guilty about lying to me.

  I swallow back the rising bile, then run out of the bathroom. I sprint straight to the second bedroom and, as tears threaten me, quickly gather all of Sebastian’s stuff before he wakes up. But even from where he’s been napping in the crib, he seems to sense my sadness, devastation, and hurt, and he starts crying. Laden with our bags, I scoop him to me, praying that Colt stays where he is so Sebastian will have no part in this.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I shakily whisper against my baby’s head as I hurry out of the room. “Everything will be okay.”

  I’m not sure it will be, though, and as I grab the keys to Colt’s SUV and go to the front door, he’s nowhere to be seen. I wonder if I’m relieved or even more devastated.

  Sebastian starts wailing in the lobby as I press the private elevator button. The doors open right away and, once we’re inside, I press the down button again and again. The doors close on an empty lobby.

  Then I start to cry as I hug Sebastian tight, not knowing where else to go but home, back to the family who betrayed me last night.

  An hour later, I’m huddled on the sofa in my parents’ house. They came home from work early, and across the family room, my mom is soothing Sebastian by walking around with him in her arms. Dad is sitting in his favorite chair, watching me carefully.

  On the drive from Portland, Colt kept calling me, but when I arrived here I texted him, letting him know that I don’t want to talk and that I’ve checked into a nameless
hotel. I lied about that just so he won’t come here to the house—my parents would only call the cops again because they’re not in a very charitable mood when it comes to Colt.

  My phone is off now, and I wonder how many times he’s called since I walked in the door. I should talk to him, but I need to think. I have no idea what to do, what to believe about this thing with J.Page. I only wish Colt hadn’t gone silent during that all-important moment when I asked him those questions about why she would’ve left a message like that. It only occurs to me now, as I lower my head and fight back more tears, that maybe Colt was stunned that I would be questioning him about this. Maybe his heart is just as broken as mine is.

  Then again…

  God, I just don’t know.

  I hear my dad’s harsh sigh as I sit here so torn and tangled.

  “Damn that guy,” he mutters.

  Mom clears her throat. “Jason. Language around the baby.”

  “Julia, chances are that Sebastian will be experiencing far worse than a few cuss words with Colt as his father.” Dad’s face is ruddy. “Serena, you made the right choice coming back here. Colt is nothing but bad news. Honestly, can you imagine what kind of role model he’d be for Bash?”

  Mom joins the chorus. “That’s true. Maybe this is for the best, honey.”

  “For the best?” I ask. “Are you saying that if Colt did get another woman pregnant, that would be a good thing?”

  I shoot them a look that makes my disappointment in them clear. Yes, they’re still pissed that Colt punched Jack last night, but Jack wasn’t even supposed to be here hurling insults at us. The trust I had in my family isn’t what it used to be, and the more they say about Colt, the more my temper simmers.