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“Hey, now. Watch that mouth of yours.”

“No, you idiot,” she said. “I haven’t thought about it in years.”

She turned her head up towards mine, and as our lips connected, for a brief moment the images faded away. My chest settled, my heart fluttered, and it felt like the vice on my throat was slowly being cranked open. Hearing her say she hadn’t made a mistake made me feel like I wasn’t holding her back from her aspirations. I had always encouraged her to do what she wanted and not to take me into consideration when mapping out her future, and I was scared that I’d ripped that from her the moment she’d gotten pregnant.

“I love you so much, Colt Smith. In a couple of months, we’re gonna be parents, and then we’ll start planning a town-wide wedding everyone can attend. Your chef can show off more of his dishes and Tiffany will love decorating the town square, and our child will be there to witness us pledge our love for one another. This is all I ever could have dreamed of or wished for when it comes to my life, and I’m just lucky that I’m marrying my best friend, my lover, and my own personal grade-A eye candy.”

“Now, that sounds more like it,” I said. I nibbled at her lips with a kiss, and her swollen body turned into mine. In an instant, my blood began to heat. No matter how much she complained about her stomach and no matter how many stretch marks tore into her body, she could still rile me up even after the hardest of days. Her tongue danced along mine while her bouncing breasts mashed against my chest, and I slid to the floor between her legs before I started shimmying her out of her pants.

“Feels like someone could use a little treat,” I said.

“God, yes,” Cheyenne whispered.

I peeled her layers back until her red, juicy pussy was bared only for me, and I pressed my lips to it before I slicked my tongue into her depths. For as long as I lived, I’d never get tired of the way she would buck into my face and wrap her legs around my head. I’d never get tired of how tightly she’d grip my hair and how close she’d want me to her body, but the best part was the words that easily fell from her lips whenever I could finally throw her plump, pregnant body over the edge.

“I love you, Colt Smith, I love you.”

I would happily do this every day for the rest of her life just to hear those words from her lips.

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DADDY NEXT DOOR

By Claire Adams

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams

Chapter One

Vivie

I switched the station when the opening riff of Guns 'n' Roses' Sweet Child O' Mine hit my ears. It had always been one of Dad's favorite tunes — one he played on guitar a lot and one he'd sang to me as a kid. It didn’t matter that he'd been gone for four years; not a day went by that I didn't miss him or think of him. And something like that song reminding me of everything he’d been as a dad and how he loved me; it was just too much to take after the day I’d had. Not to mention, I sure as hell didn't want to break down and start crying in the middle of five o' clock traffic.

I kept one hand on the steering wheel as I flipped between stations, stopping on a local talk show where the radio host, Arthur Valley, was interviewing a local detective. I pricked my ears and fine-tuned the radio so I could hear more clearly; crime stories always fascinated me, and it sure wasn't as if we had many crime sprees here in Irvine. So, my interest was piqued.

“Good afternoon, and welcome to the show, Sam,” Arthur said. “I want to point out to our listeners that 'Sam' isn't our detective's real name; he needs to remain anonymous since he is working undercover, and if his identity is discovered, that would put Sam in serious danger.”

“That's true, Arthur,” said the man. “I deal with some very unsavory people on a daily basis.”

“And that, ladies and gents, is why we've also put a filter on Sam's voice. He doesn't actually sound like Darth Vader in real life.”

I chuckled at that. The guy did sound a lot like Darth Vader was coming through my speakers.

“Unfortunately, no, I don't,” Sam commented with a laugh. “But how cool would it be if I did?”

“Well, why don't we get started? First of all, thanks for coming on the show today, we really appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to be here with us.”

“Not at all, Arthur. The residents of Irvine need to know what's happening behind closed doors in this town, and some of it ain't pretty… it ain't pretty at all.”

“What exactly is going on here in Irvine that's got you working undercover?”

“I’m afraid we've got a problem here, Arthur. No, not just a problem: a crisis. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that. We have a serious, serious problem affecting our youth,” Sam said.