Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby) by Adair Rymer, Nora Flite Page B

of going directly to her house, there was fuck-all I could do to get a hold of her. Considering that she still lived with Brendan, that option was off the table. I needed to contact her privately and explain what had happened.
    She must have tried calling me by now. My whole body tensed as I got on to my bike, my grip threatened to bend the handle bars. What did she think of me right now? She probably thought I was gone again, that I just rolled into town, fucked the shit out of her then moved on.
    Another worry sparked in the back of my heart. What if she just didn't want to talk to me? What if she came to her senses and realized that she didn't actually need me in her life? My insides twisted at the thought.
    What if I never got to see her again?
    It was all so fucked up!
    I was so angry with myself for fucking things up again that I actually growled. I started my bike up and rode it around town; it helped to clear my head and vent this mountain of frustration that had been building up.
    I got my bike out of impound and fortunately the damage wasn't bad enough that I couldn't fix it. Every night since then, I rode aimlessly through the city, just praying that I would see her or her car.
    I had taken Kait's advice and checked out the fire stations for work. Eventually a small, single company station took me in. Officially I was just a volunteer until I finished my training. Being in the Marines definitely helped fast track me, but there was still a bunch of stuff I needed to learn. Good guys though, they even let me use their equipment to work on my bike.
    I wasn't on their twenty-four hour shifts yet so I found myself with more free time than I knew what to do with. I was about to head back to the motel and tear my phone company a new asshole when I saw a flash of red pull down a side street behind me. I jacked on my breaks, dropped gear, planted a foot and did a reckless one-eighty much to the angry honks of the cars around me.
    I didn't care.
    If there was even a chance that it was Kait, I had to take it. I was lucky there were no cops around for once. They had taken to following me whenever they saw me. They didn't pull me over and they always kept their distance, but were never all that subtle about it.
    We see you, motherfucker, the gesture said. Just give us a reason.
    It did make me smile that the one time they would've had a reason to harass me they were nowhere to be seen.
    A felt a pang of worry when I lost the car. Then another pang when a red car that wasn't hers drove by.
    Dammit!
    I doubled back and circled the block. It was a good thing, too. Hidden in the back of a building I'd never seen before was a red Jetta. What the hell was this place? The sign read “Bounce” and the parking lot was packed. I was constantly reminded of how much had changed while I was away.
    I parked next to the car and instantly recognized that it was Kait's. What'd she call her car? Juan- something? Why did she give her German car a Spanish name? It was so uniquely adorable, that I couldn't help but smile.
    I would never find another girl like her.
    There was a blast of color and music and screaming when I walked in. The whole place seemed designed to amp children up. I saw that it was one of those trampoline places. I thought she worked with kids as a tutor or something, what was she doing here?
    Spotting Kait was easy, she was at least a head taller than all the children around her. Kait was all brilliant smiles. Her happiness was infectious, just seeing her made my whole day brighter.
    Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail that looked a full shade brighter in the aggressive lighting. She wore a gray tank top and black yoga pants. The athletic look suited her. More than suited her, really. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her ample tits were fully covered, but all the bouncing...
    I snapped my eyes away when I felt my core heat up and my cock stir to life. I took a few deep breaths and bought a wristband from one of their