RenegadeI'm sort of surprised when I show up at the station to get into our car the next morning and see Tank already there. I figured he'd call in or get someone to switch with him instead of being stuck with me for the day."Morning," I hand him the cup of coffee I always bring both of us.He grunts something to me that may be morning back, but I'm not sure. If this is any indication on how this ride is going to go, maybe I ought to turn around and go back home. For the first three hours, we ride in complete silence. When my cell phone chimes with a new text message, I'm excited that it gives me someone to talk to.W: Hey handsome! How's it going with my brother?R: We haven't said but two words to one another. He took my coffee though, so maybe it's a good sign? How are you today? You were sleeping hard when I left this morning.W: It's because someone wore me out last night.R: No, I'm pretty sure that was you humping my dick in the back of my truck, and then you giv
WhitneyAugust"Thanks for picking me up," I lean in, buckling my lap band, kissing Ryan on the cheek.I'd had a meeting with a client at The Café in town, and instead of driving two cars, I'd had Trevor drop me off on his way to work and gotten Ryan to pick me up. Today, we get to find out what our baby is going to be."Like you had to ask me twice to pick you up? You're vibrating with excitement," he laughs as he eases his truck into traffic, putting his arm around my shoulders."I'm so excited, I could barely sleep last night. It was bad enough you weren't there," I put my hand on his thigh as we drive through downtown. Even though it's almost noon, it's not yet bustling with activity."Well, trust me, working the night shift last night sucked. I don't like riding with Ace as much as I like riding with Tank, but luckily it was a slow night either way. I had trouble sleeping last night, too," he indicates the back seat of the crew cab. "Totally packed a bag for tonight. I
Renegade"Truth or lie?" I ask her, running my hand along her shoulder. It's hot tonight, and we're both still sweating from the workout we just put in with one another. But I know we're both energized and neither one of us will be sleeping for a while. Back to playing our game."Umm," she rolls closer to me, tugging the sheet up to her chest before she scrunches her nose in the most adorable way. "Sometimes I love the elaborate lies you make up, but I want a truth tonight.""Ahhh," I throw my head back against the pillow, wondering what kind of truth I should tell her. "How old does the truth have to be?"She sucks that full bottom lip in between her teeth and sits up crisscrossing her legs while she makes sure the sheet still covers her bare breasts. "Teenage truth," she throws down the gauntlet."Shhiiitttt," I breathe out, sitting up myself, but I lean against her headboard. I go back through my teenager years, trying to figure out what the hell I want to tell her. So muc
Whitney"Everything's ready for her to be here, Ryan."I spin in a circle, eyeing what will be Stella's nursery when she decides to come in December. Who cares if I'm a few months early. Before I know it, September will be over and I'll be looking down the barrel of my thirty-sixth birthday, wondering where all the time went. If I can get as much done now as possible, that's less I have to do later.It looks exactly like I planned for it to. Pink, white, and grey chevron on one wall, the other three walls alternating those colors. The hardwood floor has the huge pink shag rug I wanted, a chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The dresser and changing table are set up, the closet has clothes ready for her to wear. Trevor, myself, and Ryan have done a lot of work, almost completely on our own. It's been fun, watching their friendship evolve."The only thing we're missing is a crib." I put my hands on my hips, with a frown on my face. It's all we need to make this room perfect."It'
Renegade"Please don't hurt yourselves," Whitney looks at Tank and me over the top of her sunglasses."We're cleaning out your gutters and taking care of your fall yardwork," Tank shoots her a look. "How in the world do you think we're going to hurt ourselves? We're in great shape.""That cocky attitude is it right there," she puts her hands on her hips, giving him a stare down. Showing her own attitude."Don't worry about us. Go hang out with your friends, take their gifts, and when you get home, we'll put them in the nursery and then we'll relax," I send her off with a kiss on the cheek as she strolls over to her SUV."How in the hell did you get out of a baby shower?" Tank asks as he watches her leave.I turn, a sly grin on my face. "No fuckin' clue dude. All I know is the second week of September, somebody called, and said that they thought it'd be too difficult to do a baby shower with her birthday next month, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. Since all of us think she
RenegadeI'm nervous this morning, even though Whitney has been banging around the house since she woke up. I think it's because she assumes this day will be like all her other birthdays. What she doesn't know is this is a game changer. I've gone to a lot of trouble to surprise her and make this day special. I hope like hell I've done enough.Two weeks before"I hope you don't mind," I tell the Trumbolt family. I've asked them to meet me for lunch when I know Whitney's made a trip to Birmingham. The last thing I need for her is come upon this meeting of the minds, so to speak, and figure out what the hell I'm doing for her."I know you all like to do a party for her, and it's kind of a tradition, but she told me she wants to go to the Alabama game her birthday weekend. I got lucky and got tickets," I show them the tickets to prove I really do have them. "But I don't want to step on anyone's toes.""She'll love it," Tank answers first. "She's always wanted to go to a game, but
Renegade"I'm still not sure about this," I pull the truck into the brick building, shutting it off as I look over at Whitney.She laughs and like always it grabs me by the heart. I love to hear her laugh. I love a lot of things about her, but her laugh is in the top three. "Why are you so scared? We'll get to see what she looks like."I shrug, running my hands over the steering wheel. "It freaks me out slightly. What if she looks like an alien? I don't know if I'm prepared for it.""Chances are she'll be born in the next month, Ryan. I have a feeling she's going to look now exactly like she will then. Don't you want to make sure she looks like a Stella before she becomes a Stella?"Whitney has a point. We don't want to stick her with a name that doesn't scream it's her name, but we can figure that out after she's born – right? "I guess."She gets out of the truck and comes over to the driver's side, opening the door. Pulling at me, she gets me out of the driver's seat and
WhitneyI hear Ryan come home through the back door, hear his keys hit the bar, and his shoes hit the spot next to the door where we keep them.I've been thinking about him the past few hours. I have no idea what it is, but he sent me a selfie at lunch with the sexiest smirk I've ever seen him wear. Since then I've been on edge, my nipples rubbing the inside of my bra almost made me come twice.People told me that once I hit the third trimester, I would want sex, but they didn't tell me how much. Today I feel like a horndog, and I'm almost mad that it took him an extra thirty minutes to get home tonight. Something about a call they had. I know it's crazy I would be upset about it, but I literally ache with the need to have him inside me."Whitney, you in the bedroom?" he yells as he makes his way down the hall way."Yeah," I answer as he enters the room, whistling as he sees me.I'm naked as the day I was born because I didn't want to waste any time getting clothes off my b