She let out a little gasp as he traced her lip with his tongue, and he plundered inside, drawing her closer.

Robin moved to straddle his lap.

Her pregnant stomach pressed against his, but he loved feeling her as she pressed her pussy next to his cock. It was an odd angle, but he deepened the kiss, sliding one hand down her back to cup her ass.

It had been so long. His cock was rock-hard as it pressed against her core.

Both of them pulled apart at the sound of the door opening.

“I’m home,” Bishop called.

Robin climbed off his lap, running fingers through her hair and smiling as he adjusted himself to cover his aching erection.

“What’s going on?” Bishop asked as he walked into the room.

“We just felt the baby kick. I’m going to go and check out the nursery. It’s good to see you home.” Robin spoke really fast, and within a matter of seconds, she was gone.

Preacher smiled. Damn, that was some kiss.

He hadn’t taken the time to kiss a woman in forever. He didn’t care about kissing. It was all about the fucking that mattered to him.

“What’s up with her?” Bishop asked.

“She doesn’t want to bore you with the details of preparing the nursery, especially as you’ve been so strict as to not want to be part of it, or the baby’s life.”

“She told you about that?” Bishop asked.

He hadn’t spoken to his son about seeing Robin on the night he found her upset. “She did. I’ve got club business to attend to next week, and I need to know I can trust you to take care of her.”

“Of course you can.”

“Can I? You’re rarely around. I’ve got it on good authority you don’t even hang out with her at the high school. You avoid her like the plague. Tell me again why I should trust you to take care of her?” He put his hands on his hips as he stood up to confront his son.

“I know I haven’t been the best … friend right now, but I’ll get better at it.”

“Son, the time you had to be pissed about this has passed. You need to get over whatever kind of shit you’re dealing with and see that this is not Robin’s fault. It’s not anyone’s that is alive.”

“I know. I know. You tell me how you’d handle it if your best friend came home pregnant with another guy’s kid and you had to marry her.”

“Bishop, you didn’t have to marry her. You volunteered. All of this could go away. I will make sure the marriage is annulled, and handle the rest. If you really want to call it a day and you can’t get over your petty shit, then tell me now.”