Damaged and the Cobra (Damaged #3)

“Being a sister is tough,” I said, patting her head. “You love them, but they can break your heart. Or in your case, steal your ball.”


Pollack heard the word “ball” and raced at Professor who saw her coming and fled with the prize. Smiling, I turned on the television and curled up on the comfy couch. A few episodes of Friends later, I heard the wood floor creak and a sleepy Aaron appeared.

“Hey, baby. How long have you been up?”

“A couple hours.”

“You should have woken me up.”

“Why?”

Aaron shrugged then I noticed a naughty gaze in his eyes. “I could have relaxed you.”

“I was already relaxed,” I said, ignoring his suggestion. Seeing him frown, I let my gaze admire his gorgeous chest. “I wouldn’t mind a little help in the shower though.”

“Shower sex is tricky,” he muttered, turning on the coffee. “The height difference makes it even trickier.”

“So? We’ve done it before. Are you getting lazy?”

Aaron smiled from the kitchen. “I just want to be careful.”

“I’m not fragile. Doing the math in my head, I was preggers when I fought with Kristen and Larry. I don’t need careful. I needed soapy sex.”

Aaron studied me then nodded. “I’ll start the water. My girl has needs and I woke up hard, so this is going to work out great.”

Before he could leave, I touched his arm. “This baby thing is a good thing.”

A very good thing.”

“You’re not scared at all?”

“I’m healthy. I have the job I love. My parents are alive and well. My best friend is happy. Now, my muse is carrying my child. Everything is right with the world.”

“It’s unexpected, but it can still be good.”

“It’ll be great.”

“I mean, it’s not like I got pregnant by some random guy. I’m having a baby with the man of my dreams. I already knew I was done with college after the semester. Also, the baby won’t be here for nine months. That’s plenty of time to get used to the idea. Look at Maddy. I’ve only know her a few months and it still feels like she’ been pregnant forever.”

When Aaron kissed me tenderly, I felt how hard he had woken up. “I know people like to keep these things a secret until a certain trimester,” he said, playing with a lock of my wild hair, “but I’d really like to rub it in Cooper’s face as soon as possible.”

“You’re so immature.”

“Trust me, Lark. That bastard has been rubbing his every good fortune in my face for years. Now, it’s my turn. Let me have this.”

“Let’s go to the doctor and check things first. If they say everything looks normal, you can brag. After all, you should be proud of your Thor sperm.”

“Oh, I am,” he said, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “So very proud. Even if they already got the job done, I’m looking to give them a reward in the shower.”





Chapter Thirty Four - Aaron


Farah answered the door and I knew immediately her pants had recently been off. When our eyes met, I sensed she knew I knew. Farah gave me a casual smile then realized her ponytail was hanging weird off her head.

“Sex is fun, huh?” Lark said, walking past her friend. “We’re like rabbits too.”

Farah laughed. “We got home late and needed to let off some steam.”

“Four times,” Cooper announced, bouncing the stairs.

Grinning, I was ready to smack that smirk right off his face. “We have news.”

“Moving in together is such a great first step in a relationship,” Cooper said, wrapping an arm around Farah’s shoulders. “We remember those days, don’t we, baby? So long ago.”

“You’re being obnoxious,” Farah murmured to her husband. “A giant obnoxious stud.”

Lark laughed and winked at me. “Speaking of studs, Aaron knocked me up our first time while I was on the pill. Bam! That is some super sperm!”

Farah burst out laughing while I gave Cooper two middle fingers. He just glared at me like I’d knocked up my new girlfriend just so I could make him look weak. Yes, everything in the world revolved around Cooper including my sex life.

“Fuck you,” Cooper growled at me.

“Don’t feel bad. I mean, you had sex four times,” I said, putting up four fingers. “Wow, you’re bound to have at least one good swimmer in the bunch.”

When Cooper ran at me, I took off through the dining room, past the kitchen, and out the backdoor. My buddy was big and strong, but he was slow. I was in the front yard before he got past his excited dogs.

Lark opened the door for me then we shut it on Cooper who started cussing until he realized kids were nearby. Farah was laughing so hard she sat on the ground to keep from falling.

“Let me in,” Cooper said in a low pissed voice as he glared through the side window.

“Say it first.”

“Congratulations, jackass. Now, let me in my damn house.”

“That’s not what I want you to say.”

“Then what? I’m not saying please, so it better not be that.”