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freeing his cock to probe my inner thigh.
    " Mmm ." He groaned, his kisses urgent. He whipped up my skirt, groping, shoving his cock into the thin fabric of my panties.
    "Let me fuck you, Sammy. Damn, I've missed fucking you." More kissing, gyrating, groping and cock shoving.
    " Mmm, fuck, you're hot. Lemme fuck you, lemme— "
    To my horror, he tugged at my panties.
    No!
    I nudged him off. Anger blazed in his eyes and quickened my pulse.
    It's now or never.
    "I have to tell you something, Caleb."
    "What is it?" he asked, sitting on his heels between my legs. "I hope nothing's wrong."
    "No. Nothing's wrong." I grabbed his hand and held it to my chest, wondering if he could feel my heart thumping.
    I certainly could feel and hear it. Loud and clear.
    "Come on, baby. I love you. You can tell me anything." His expression softened, although looks could be deceiving.
    Especially coming from Caleb.
    "I did something stupid a while back. I got pregnant."
    "Really? You're pregnant? Well—that's great," he said with a short laugh. "Guess it happened that time I didn't use a condom, eh? So I'll just... uh, buy you a ring and we'll set a date for the wedding."
    Um, yeah.
    We raised upright, propped pillows against the headboard and leaned back. He turned to me, stroked my face with his forefinger, already grinning like a proud father-to-be.
    "Someday I wanted us to have a cute litter of kids. I just wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. But hey, whatever. It's all good," he said. "It's all good 'cause I still love you so much."
    How the fuck could I tell him the baby wasn't his? Could shit possibly get any worse?
    Of course it could.
    Tread lightly, Sam. This may soon get ugly. Very, very ugly.
    "Caleb, it isn't your baby. I'm sorry." I cringed.
    Silence. Big grey eyes glowered. Crazy eyes. Smiling lips fell to a line.
    "What do you mean it isn't mine?" He scooted to the edge of the mattress, his backside to me.
    I didn't know what to say. What could I say?
    "Not my baby," he muttered as he lifted from the bed, zipping his jeans and slowly shaking his head. He stepped to the window and peered out, his shoulders slumped.
    "I was going to tell you sooner but didn't know how," I said.
    He mumbled something and spun to face me. Rage twisted his features.
    "Why didn't you fucking tell me? Why did you wait so long? Christ, we've been back together for weeks!"
    "What do you want me to say? You told me I could tell you anything—"
    "I wanted to marry you, Samantha. Honest to god, I wanted to make a life with you and you drop this— this on me?"
    Hotness flowed from my neck to my cheeks. "What do you want me to do? Abort it? Because I'm not."
    "And I can't be a father to some other guy's baby." Wildly he threw his hands in the air, pacing.
    Caleb kept ranting while I slid off the opposite end of the bed, making sure I stayed far away from him.
    He made me feel like a helpless child. Like I was being scolded by my father.
    Then came the name-calling.
    Slut.
    Stupid bitch.
    Moron.
    Whore.
    Now I remembered why we broke up the first time. Now I knew—he hadn't changed at all.
    And he was still ranting and raving like a crazed lunatic. "To think I've been whacking off and taking cold showers for the past month, just because you didn't want me to know you got knocked up by someone else. Fuck!"
    "Okay, I get it. You hate me. I'm going home." I drifted to the bedroom door. He followed but stopped an arm's length away.
    Too close for comfort.
    "Dammit, Sammy. I'm sorry. I don't hate you. I could never hate you." Short pause. "But I can't do this. I'm sorry." He raked his fingers through his hair.
    You can't do this and you're sorry. Even though you said I could tell you anything.
    Anything!
    Lies. All lies. I'll never give you another chance. I'd rather kill myself. Once a sonofabitch, always a sonofabitch. God damn you, Caleb.
    You may not hate me—but I fucking hate you.
    That's it. Over.
    No point in putting off the inevitable, I left Caleb's