Baby, Don't Go (Yeah, Baby Book 3)
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Authors: Fiona Davenport
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic, #Romance, #Contemporary, #billionaire romance, #friends to lovers romance, #alpha male romance
Baby, Don’t Go
Yeah, Baby 3
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Fiona Davenport
© 2016 Fiona Davenport
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Baby, Don’t Go
Yeah, Baby 3
Guy Rule #3: No sex in the friend zone
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J
ack Halston’s life changed when his best friend married his sister. He started flying solo more often, especially once his niece and nephew were born. It made him reexamine his life and consider the possibility of settling down. But finding the right woman isn’t easy—unless she’s the one who filled the gap your best friend left behind.
Ellison Reed enjoyed her long-standing work flirtation with Jack. When their friendship deepened over time, she did her best to ignore the chemistry which sizzled whenever he was near... until the night Jack’s possessive tendencies exploded and he claimed the woman who was his. Before someone else could.
An accidental pregnancy between two surgeons who should have known better. A job offer in another state Ellison would be crazy to turn down. Too bad the path from friends to lovers is so complicated.
Warning: This novella contains a sexy alpha, insta-love, and an "oops" baby! It's quick, hot, and dirty.
**This is the third novella in the Yeah, Baby series, but each story can be read as a standalone and features a different couple.
The pregnancy might be accidental, but their love is not.
Jack
Guy Rule #3: No sex in the friend zone
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“H
ey, Ellie!” I yelled as I jogged down the sterile halls of the hospital. A white lab coat and dark brown ponytail had just disappeared around the corner. As I reached the turn, I rammed into said lab coat and ponytail, knocking us both to the ground. I caught her as we fell, so that she landed on top of me. Soft tits were pressed against my chest, wisps of straight, toffee-colored hair tickled my chin, and a sweet, elfin face grinned at me, while her hazel eyes danced with amusement.
“You’re pretty clumsy for a surgeon, honey,” she laughed, then lightly smacked my shoulder. “And, would you stop calling me Ellie?”
The endearment brought warmth to my chest and her laugh started a buzz in the general area of my dick. I shoved both feelings away. Ellison Reed was my friend. In fact, since my best friend had gone and knocked up, then married my sister, Ellie (no, I wouldn’t stop calling her that) had basically taken his place.
She jumped to her feet and I followed, my own grin splitting my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dr. Reed. You plowed into me.
Ellison snorted, “You wish.”
Yes. I did wish, but I wasn’t about to admit it aloud. I raised a single eyebrow. “You think so?”
She shook her head. “Well, since your blow-up girlfriend deflated...”
I tweaked her nose. “Funny, funny girl.”
Winking at me, she curtseyed. “Thank you.”
Damn, she was adorable.
Or, you know, cute. Like a friend. “Alright, Dr. Comedienne, I have a surgery in half an hour, but I wanted to see if we were still on for movie night at my place.”
“Yep. My last case should be done by five, so I’ll grab a shower and pick up Chinese on the way. I should be there by six.”
“Great. And none of that all vegetable crap you got last time. I’m a growing boy, I need meat, woman!” Her short ponytail was swinging and I couldn’t resist tugging it before I walked away, her laughter following me, bringing back those damn tingles.
Ellison and I had worked together on and off over the last two years. She was a general pediatric surgeon and when her patients needed a specialist in pediatric vascular surgery, she usually requested me. However, a few months ago, we ran into a tough case and ended up working long hours together. We began to realize we had a lot in common, a love of crappy horror movies, Thai food, eighties music, and baseball. When Wyatt, had to cancel a baseball game with me, I invited Ellison. From there, things took off and we’d been inseparable ever since.
I’d always been attracted to her, but the friendship we’d developed was important to me and I decided never to cross the line out of the “friend zone.” Friday nights became movie night for us most weeks and I was looking forward to unwinding with her, a cold beer, and a shitty B-list horror film.
My afternoon was spent with a tough case, and by the time the surgery was done, I was strung tight with stress and worry.
“I want updates every hour for the next four hours,” I told my nurse as I finished writing Heather’s orders. She was only six years old and in critical condition. “Then I want another update every four hours from then on.”
“No problem, Dr. Halston.” She finished hooking up Heather’s IV and followed me from the small room in the ICU, both of us stopping at the nurse’s station to drop off paperwork.
I changed into street clothes in the locker room and tossed my scrubs in a laundry bin on my way out the door. Entering the employee-parking garage, I strolled over to my Mercedes convertible and popped the remote lock. Getting in, I put down the top and drove out into the balmy, summer evening. On the way home, I stopped by the store for beer and a carton of Moose Tracks, Ellison’s favorite ice cream. When I arrived at my house, I pulled into the four-car garage and parked next to my Ducati. Taking everything inside, I put the groceries away and hopped in the shower, washing away the grime and some of the stress from the day. Afterwards, I dressed in an old pair of comfy jeans and a grey T-shirt, but stayed barefoot, enjoying the feel of my soft, plush carpet on my feet.
I pulled my comforter off of the bed and took it to the couch, knowing Ellie would get cold and ask me for it eventually anyway, and tossed it onto one of the couches in my theater room. I checked my phone for an update on my patient and was pleased to know she was improving. When the doorbell rang, I walked down the hall and into my large entryway, to the front door and twisted the handle. Opening it, I found Ellison holding plastic bags in one hand and munching on an egg roll with the other. Her plump lips closed around the cylindrical food and I fought a groan as I suddenly pictured those plump lips around a similarly shaped part of my body.
You need to get laid, dude.
Clearly, six months of celibacy had put my fucking hormones into overdrive. It didn’t help matters to see her wearing yoga pants that molded to her very fine legs and ass, and a large T-shirt that hung off one shoulder, revealing a bright purple bra strap.
“That better not be my egg roll,” I growled playfully. Her eyes widened with innocent shock as she took another bite.
“You wanted one?” She popped the last of the greasy treat into her mouth and chewed slowly. I rolled my eyes and stood back, allowing her to enter.
“I saved you all of the crab rangoons, though,” she tossed over her shoulder.
I felt my face screw up in a disgusted grimace, I hated seafood. “Hardy har, Ellie. Now, give me my food.”
She set the bags on the table while I grabbed plates and silverware, bringing them over to her. We dished up our food, I grumbled over the vegetable fried rice and lo mein, and then we each grabbed a beer and headed for my theater room, settling on a couch to watch our movie. Ellie finished off two plates of food and I wondered, not for the first time, where she put all of it. She was barely five foot three and no more than one hundred and ten pounds, soaking wet. An image I’ve pictured a million times. I grabbed our plates, taking them to the kitchen and returning to find she’d taken over my couch. As usual.
She was wrapped up in the blanket I’d left for her and I lifted her mummified feet, so I could sit back on my end of the couch and let them drop into my lap. They were dangerously close to my cock and he had definitely taken notice. I focused on the movie, determined to forget about her sexy body and the proximity of her cute little feet to my budding erection. At one point, she ran a toe up her opposite leg, likely scratching it, but it was sexy as hell, and I had to clench my fists in order to keep from following the path of her foot with my hands. Then she shifted and when she brushed against my hard as fuck cock, I almost came in my pants right then and there. If she noticed the bulge in my crotch, she didn’t mention it and I wasn’t going to bring it up. All in all, it was fucking agony.
I managed to get through it, but when the credits started to roll, I jumped up, almost knocking her to the ground.
“Hey!” she yelped as she caught herself.
“Sorry, I need some...um...ice cream!” I hurried to the kitchen and opened the freezer, basking in the cool air. I dished up the bowls and returned to the living room, handing hers over and taking a seat in my black, leather recliner.
“Ready for the sequel?” I asked as I cued up the DVR.
She licked her spoon and let out a tiny little moan of delight.
Fuck!
Ok, stupid choice of words.
“Sure. Although, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay for it all.”
I glanced at her in surprise. “You know you can crash here if it gets too late or if you want to have a couple of beers.”
She nodded absentmindedly, continuing to dig into her ice cream, searching out the little peanut butter cups. “Yeah, I know. It’s not that. I have an early date tomorrow.”
Something inside me started to burn, an irrational anger building. Her
date
was cutting into my time with her, the bastard.
“What kind of a date happens on Saturday morning?” I muttered rhetorically.
“He’s taking me horseback riding and wants to get an early start before it gets really hot.” She didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic about the date and it soothed a little of my ire. Why was I mad? What the fuck was wrong with me? I was being ridiculous.
“Sounds like he’s a pretentious snob, showing off.”
Ellison laughed at my comment, giving me a dry look. “Excuse me, but don’t you own horses, Jack?”
“That’s different,” I huffed. “We’re friends. I’d take you riding if you wanted to go. But, taking a woman horseback riding for a first date? What a tool.”
It was Ellison’s turn to roll her eyes and mutter, “What crawled up your ass tonight?”
“Nothing. I just think you shouldn’t waste your time with losers and this guy is obviously trying to get in your pants by throwing his money in your face.”
“What? Jack, seriously, what is wrong with you tonight?” Ellison stood and left the room. I followed at a slow pace, confused by my own behavior and having lost my appetite. I found her in the kitchen, loading all of our dishes into the dishwasher.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “Bad day, I guess.”
She sighed. “Yeah. I’m going to head out.”
I felt something akin to panic creeping into my chest. I couldn’t let her walk out the door, because it would mean she’d be going on a date tomorrow morning. I couldn’t let it happen, I just couldn’t. I was stunned at my reaction and didn’t know what to make of it. Before I was able to form a response, Ellison had left the room. I trotted to the entryway to find her grabbing her keys and cell phone from the glass bowl on the little marble table by the coat closet.
I stood there, watching, my arms hanging at my sides, not knowing what to do or say. She glanced at me with a half-smile as she slipped on her flip-flops and headed to the door.
I joined her and put my hand on it to keep it closed. “I’ll see you Sunday for breakfast?” I asked tentatively.
“Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you, he’s taking me to a cabin by a lake for the night. That’s why we want to get on the trail before the heat is unbearable.”
“Your—um,” I croaked as something began to choke me. “Your date is overnight? As in spending the night with him, in the cabin, alone?”