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  She gasped, intensely aroused by the idea and when he told her to lay down with her legs up, she laughed shakily and did as he instructed but covered her eyes with embarrassment as he threw her legs over his shoulder and insert the dildo between her folds. She sucked in a tight breath as the dildo stretched her passage but it bumped up nicely against her G-spot, abrading the sensitive patch with precision, just as Nolan’s flesh and blood cock had done. “And now for my favorite part…” he smeared a dollop of cool lube on her tightly closed bud and then eased the thick, fleshy head of his cock at her entrance. “Come on, baby, let me in,” he coaxed, gently pushing his staff past the sphincter, inch by inch, until the muscle stopped resisting and he slid in. Her stomach muscles trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely filled in both private places and her nipples hardened as intense arousal washed over her. It was so dirty and bad — God, she loved it. A groan escaped her, in spite of biting her lip to hold back her cries. Nolan grunted with pleasure as her tight hole squeezed his cock and he began to flex his hips against her. The dildo pressed unerringly against her sensitive pleasure spot deep inside while Nolan’s cock began to tease the wildly arcing nerve endings within her ass and she began to lose control quickly.

  “Holy Jesus,” she cried, shaking all over, sweat breaking out across her body as she thundered toward another orgasm, only this one threatened to break her in half when it came and the idea frightened and excited her. “Oh God,” she said, trembling. “N-Nolan!”

  “That’s right, baby, say my name,” he commanded, gripping her legs tightly as he pushed himself deeper inside her, the sound of their skin slapping together carnal music to her ears. “Say it!”

  “N-Nolan! Oh God, that’s it,” she cried, unable to hold back. It was coming — and it was going to be big. Everything clenched and exploded in a wondrous cacophony of sensational pleasure and she might’ve blacked out for a moment because for a second, she lost all sense of time and space. When she came to, Nolan was jerking against her, his hips flexing in wild abandon as he lost himself inside her quivering body. He cried out and withdrew, collapsing beside her and for a long moment, neither spoke. She couldn’t have if she’d tried. Stars were still exploding behind her eyes and her body rocked with small avalanches of pleasure, clenching around the embedded dildo as if desperately trying to milk the silicone for its essence. Nolan slowly withdrew the dildo and she felt utterly bereft and empty without the pressure of both the dildo and Nolan’s cock inside her. Good God — so fucking fantastic and what a way to celebrate.

  Shannon finished her wine in a quick swallow and headed for her bedroom. Moments later, the muffled vibration of her trusty vibrator was the only sound in the apartment — until she cried out his name, lost in the memory of that one night with the hot stranger.

  Nolan…

  -2-

  Nolan couldn't believe what he was seeing. The entire drive to San Jose, he kept telling himself, this was all likely a ruse, some game to shake cash from his wallet. But as his gut tightened with instant recognition of the long-legged strawberry blonde, he remembered the night they’d spent together with frightening clarity. When she’d said names hadn’t been necessary, truthfully, he hadn't believed her. He’d figured after a little pillow time, she’d give up her identity — mystery solved. Girls always wanted a second round with a Buchanan. And given how many times he'd made her squeal, he had arrogantly assumed she’d return begging for more. But that wasn't how the next morning had gone down at all.

  "Where you going?" he asked sleepily when he realized she was no longer in the bed. He found her fully dressed and trying to find her shoes. "It's so early."

  She smiled and, having found her shoes under the bed, slipped them on her feet and grabbed her purse. "I had fun but it's time to go. I have a full day on the schedule.” She stopped to add, “You are great, by the way. I confess, I might have thought you were overstating your skills but I was wrong. You have reason to be arrogant."

  It was then Nolan realized she was actually leaving. He sat up straighter. "You're really leaving? How about some breakfast?" he asked, throwing the sheets from his naked body. "Don't leave just yet. We were just getting to know each other."

  "I don't want to get to know you beyond what I already know," she answered sweetly. "Besides, why ruin a beautiful memory?”

  He advanced toward her, his grin growing as surely as his cock. He felt fairly confident that if he could get her into his arms one more time, she wasn't going anywhere. But she must've realized that too because she danced out of his reach with a knowing laugh even as her gaze registered regret. "Sorry. Tempting as it is, this was a one-shot deal." She blew him a kiss and quickly let herself out of the penthouse.

  Nolan couldn't believe it. Women didn’t willingly leave his bed. Most times he had to push them out when they became tediously attached. Here he was with a rock hard cock, ready for round two and his partner had just tapped out. Damn. So this was what rejection felt like. Not very appealing. Should he chase after her? A voice in his head countered, why? He didn't want commitment and neither did she. This was really the best of both worlds, so why did he feel so abandoned, as if he’d been used? He forced a rueful laugh. Hell, he was becoming a woman. They’d both enjoyed the night. Leave it at that.

  And if the nagging sense that he should have followed her dogged his steps days after she'd left, he ignored it.

  Now, as he watched her from a distance, laughing and joking, seeming perfectly at home among the rough and brawny hockey players of the Juggernaut, he realized he should have listened to his gut. His gaze strayed to the little girl perched upon the shoulders of one of the large players and her delighted squeal ricocheted through his heart. Was that his child? Was that little girl, with the soft strawberry blond curls, a Buchanan? There was only one way to find out. And yet, his feet refused to move.

  If that kid was his, what would that mean for his life? He could walk away from this right now and pretend he’d never received an anonymous note. Whoever had sent it hadn't asked for any money and thus hadn’t given any contact information. There was no need to chase after this, right? The kid looked happy, well taken care of. And he really didn't know if the kid was his. Plus, he recalled, they’d used protection. In fact, they went through half a box of condoms. There was no way that cute little kid was his. Someone had played a very unfortunate joke and they were going to pay.

  Nolan watched as the woman and the toddler separated from the players as the men headed for the ice rink and she headed for a backdoor into the building. He broke away from the shadows and quickly followed. The musty smell of a high school locker room assaulted his senses and he grimaced at the unpleasant scent. That was one thing he did not miss about high school or college. He’d played enough sports to remember that distinct odor of sweat, burnt muscles, and pure exhaustion to last him a lifetime. As the sport trainer, he supposed it was appropriate for her office to be near the lockers but he was shaken by the pinch of something too close to possessiveness for his comfort as he rounded the corner. He could hear her talking to the toddler with softly animated tones and he remembered the sound of her cries as he rode her lean body all those many nights ago. Not helpful, he reminded himself as he crossed the threshold into her office. When she saw him, she actually yelped and nearly dropped the toddler in surprise. "Nolan…" The strangled whisper told volumes. She tightened her hold on the child, who turned to stare at him with her finger in her mouth. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her eyes darting past him. "You shouldn't be here.”

  “There are a lot of places I shouldn’t go but here isn’t one of them.”

  “Please, Nolan. This is my job. I can’t get into this with you right now.”

  “Too bad,” he said, not willing to budge. “I have some questions and you’re going to answer them.” A surprising shock of awareness rippled through Nolan as he stared at the woman he last saw three years ago. His gaze returned to the toddler who was about three years
old and that sickening lurch in his gut returned. He stared harder at the little girl and his brain quickly began picking out the easy similarities between himself and her fair features. "She mine?" he asked in a hard tone. When the woman’s lips tightened as if refusing to answer he repeated the question only this time his gaze narrowed with unrestrained anger. "Is she mine?"

  "No."

  He wanted to believe her so he could walk away but the sad truth was he knew she was lying. He could plainly see Buchanan traits in that child. "You're lying."

  "What are you doing here?" she asked plaintively, her eyes growing wet. "How did you find me?"

  "Funny thing about that. I didn't find you. Someone sent me an anonymous note saying I had a kid. Honestly, I thought it was a ruse to shake me down for some money. But I see now that whatever their motives, it had nothing to do with money. Surprisingly."

  "And you think I sent that note?" she asked incredulously. "Well, I didn't."

  "I'm beginning to realize that. Regardless of who sent the damned note, don't you think it might've been prudent to let me know I had fathered a child?"

  "No." She lifted her chin. "I never had any intentions of you knowing."

  "And why is that?"

  "I'd rather not talk about this right now," she said, smoothing her daughter’s curls. "Please go. I'll call you later, I promise."

  "I don't even know your name," he retorted with a shake of his head. "At the time, the mystery hadn't bothered me because it was a little exciting but now I realize that was pretty stupid."

  "I didn't get pregnant on purpose," she nearly hissed, her eyes flashing with indignation. "But I'm not about to talk about this with you right now so get out. I promise I'll call you later. Leave me your number and we will set up a time to talk but I'm not going to have this conversation with you while I'm holding my daughter at my place of employment. Got it?"

  "Is this guy bothering you, Shannon?" A deep gravelly voice asked from behind Nolan. Nolan turned and saw a mountain of a man giving him a hard look. "You were asked to leave. If you don't want your pretty teeth rattling down the back of your throat, I'd suggest you do as she asked."

  Shannon graced the big man with an appreciative smile but said, "it's okay, Rocky. He was just leaving." Rocky stared Nolan down before walking away slowly, clenching a fist and purposefully crushing it against his palm with clear intent. Nolan didn’t want to leave but he had no doubt that Rocky’s threat wasn’t idle. And since Nolan had no wish to swallow his front teeth at the moment, he plucked a business card from his wallet and tossed it to her desk.

  "I expect a call. Shannon." His gaze strayed to the toddler one last time and his knees wobbled. Eyes identical to his own stared back at him. Nolan stepped away, his heart hammering. "This isn’t over. Not by a long shot."

  He left her with that promise and walked away, his brain frozen in place.

  He had a kid. Holy fuck. He had a kid.

  Shannon's hands fluttered as she handed Aubrey off to CeCe, her nerves completely shot. How did he find them? Who would have known that Aubrey was Nolan Buchanan's child? Precious few knew Aubrey's paternity and the ones who knew, would never betray her. When she’d found out she was pregnant, Shannon had been stunned. They'd use protection — she was sure of it. But there was no mistaking that eight weeks after that one night with Nolan Buchanan she was most definitely pregnant. And since there’d been no one after Nolan, and in spite of all attempts to be responsible, Shannon had found herself pregnant from a one-night stand. A little digging into Nolan Buchanan's reputation, had uncovered plenty of evidence proving that he would make a terrible father. She wasn't about to subject her child to a spoiled rich boy who treated people as disposable. Her one saving grace had been she’d never given Nolan her name.

  But he knew now. One look at Aubrey and he'd known. Just as she had. Of all the dumb luck, Aubrey had been born sharing her father's genetics. And she was such a beautiful baby. Everywhere they went Aubrey elicited “oohs” and “aahhs” over her precious strawberry blonde curls and her aristocratic, China doll features. What was she going to do? Crossing a Buchanan was tantamount to tangling with a lion. But she wasn't about to hand over her child to a man who was a stranger.

  "Are you okay?" CeCe asked. "You look like you're about to be sick."

  Shannon cast CeCe a wan look. "Probably because I feel like I’m going to barf. Did you know that man who just left?" she asked. At CeCe’s shake of her head, Shannon muttered, "I'm pretty sure he's the devil. And I think that devil wants my child."

  "Why would he want Aubrey?" CeCe asked, frowning.

  "Unfortunately because he's her father."

  CeCe's mouth formed a silent ‘oh’ and Shannon dropped into her chair. Who hated her so much that they would reveal Aubrey secret paternity? “I should’ve known this day would come. From what I know about the Buchanans…they don’t give up anything that belongs to them without a fight.”

  “He doesn’t seem that bad,” CeCe ventured cautiously, earning a black look from Shannon. “I’m just saying, he seems clean-cut and he’s really good-looking. How bad could he be? Maybe give him a chance.”

  “Absolutely not. The devil was the prettiest angel in heaven, remember?”

  CeCe sighed and shook her head as if Shannon were being dramatic and maybe she was but Shannon wasn’t about to latch loose of her child without drawing blood first. “Well, if you can’t work it out amicably, I guess you’re going to need an attorney. If you want I can do the team assessments while you find a good one.”

  God, CeCe was right. She needed a damn good attorney if she was going to stand a chance against Nolan. She looked to CeCe. “Do you think you can handle the assessments on your own?” she asked, taking Aubrey back.

  “Of course. I did get a degree in this stuff,” her intern reminded her with a smile and Shannon nodded with relief.

  “You’re right. Thank you, CeCe! Just leave your notes and I’ll go over them tonight.”

  And with that, Shannon hurried from the office, intent on finding the best attorney her money could buy.

  “How can you tell?” Vince asked over the phone, confused. “Don’t all babies, sort of, look alike?”

  “She looks like me with strawberry blond curls,” Nolan said, wiping away the sweat that kept beading his brow. Perhaps he was having a heart attack. “What does it feel like when you’re about to have a coronary? Or a stroke? I might be having both.”

  “Calm down. First things first: get a paternity test. Your mind could be playing tricks on you. Chances are this kid isn’t even yours.”

  “No. I know she is. I can feel it in my bones.” Nolan cradled his head in his free hand. “I don’t know the first thing about being a father. What if I suck at it? Our own father was a dick. Maybe it’s genetic and I don’t have a chance.”

  “Stop. Don’t compare that man with yourself,” Vince said, surprising Nolan with his stern tone. “Our father was a dick. End of story. His actions don’t have to have anything to do with you. But you know, it doesn’t sound as if she’s eager to have you be in the kid’s life. Maybe you ought to just walk away.”

  “Walk away?” he repeated, uncomprehending. “What are you talking about? She’s my kid. I’m not walking away from her.”

  “I’m just saying, you said yourself that it seems as if the woman is taking good care of the baby…and the mom doesn’t really want you around…maybe it would be best if you bailed.”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure of many things right now but he knew for a fact he wasn’t walking away from a child he’d inadvertently created. Then a thought occurred to him and he groaned. “I don’t even know her name,” he said, feeling like a shit. “I’m already a bad father; I didn’t even think to ask her name!”

  “Jesus, Nolan, stop whining like a pussy and get yourself together. If you really want the kid to be in your life, then do something about it and make it happen. You’re a fucking Buchanan for crying out loud. S
ic the lawyers on her and take the kid from her. It’s simple. Do you really think she can afford the legal fire power she’s going to need to protect her rights once you put the Buchanan fortune behind an attorney?” Vince took Nolan’s silence as agreement and continued with a slightly gruff tone, adding, “Honestly, I think you’re crazy for chasing this down. You have an easy out and you’re not taking it. What kind of life are you prepared to offer this kid? Suddenly, you’re going to be a stay-at-home dad? I don’t see that happening.”

  “What are you saying?” Nolan asked.

  “Nothing. I’m just saying…think about it, man. This shit is big life stuff. No playing around.”

  “If Isabel hadn’t died, you said you would’ve raised her child, even though it wasn’t yours,” Nolan reminded his twin.

  “Yeah, well, I was young. I didn’t know what I was offering.”

  “So you think I should just walk away.”

  Vince waited a beat then said, “Hell, Nolan, I don’t know. You should do what your gut says but I know what I would do in this situation.”

  “You’d leave.”

  “Yeah…”

  Nolan quieted, not sure what to think and his twin’s counsel hadn’t helped much. “So, after Isabel died, you never considered the possibility of having kids? Ever?”

  “No, man. I never did.”

  But there was something to Vince’s voice that caught at the edge of Nolan’s memory and Nolan remembered the ashen expression on Vince’s face when news of Isabel’s suicide had reached them. Something had died inside his brother that day so it was possible that Vince was telling the truth. After Isabel, Vince would never be the same. Sadness swamped Nolan for his brother’s hidden pain but there was little that could be done at the moment, particularly when Nolan had his own problems to solve.