How About No

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  Tears tipped over the edge and started to streak down my face.

  “Here,” Castiel said when the baby started to really belt out her frustration. “I can’t deal with this.”

  Wade didn’t hesitate.

  He walked over to Cass, picked the baby up in his arms, and then cuddled her up to his big, muscular chest.

  I felt something clog my throat at the sight.

  “We’ll just leave this big guy in our car on the way home,” Porter said. “We’ll transfer over the seat and the shit—I mean stuff—when we get to your place.”

  “Car seat is in,” Bayou rumbled.

  “Perfect!” Shiloh clapped. “I have a lot of stuff in this box here for y’all. Formula, diapers, clothes. Donations of all kinds that should hold you through the day. I’m so excited for y’all.”

  I looked over at my longtime friend.

  I’d had to call her twice now since I’d started to run my own daycare, and I never thought I’d see the day that she’d be giving me a gift such as this.

  Wade moved until he was standing directly in front of me, his eyes so intently focused on mine that I could practically feel his emotions.

  “You just made my life, woman.”

  I stood up on tippy toes, one hand going to his chest, and the other going to the little girl’s tiny back and pressed my lips to his.

  “It’s only fair since you made mine, too.”

  What’s Next?

  My Bad

  Release date: December 4, 2018

  Chapter 1

  Don’t judge someone just because they sin differently than you do.

  -Life lesson

  Hoax

  Either my dick was broken, or I was about to die. Those were the only two possible explanations.

  I wasn’t actually a hundred percent sure why I was at the hospital for my current predicament but something had to give. Something in the form of my erection—or my lack thereof.

  I’d been lying in bed for hours tonight, trying to think about something that would make my dick hard, but nothing worked.

  Not my usual buxom brunette with tits so big that they slapped her in her face when I fucked her hard. Nor the small Asian chick that had nipples so tight that I wanted nothing more than to suck them into my mouth and hold on tight with my teeth while I went to town.

  Hell, even my oldest daydream—the one of Mrs. Oliver from ninth grade science class—didn’t even do the trick anymore, and I’d been using that particular one for years.

  Before I could think, I’d gotten on my bike and ridden to the hospital. Then, before I could get embarrassed that I, a thirty-four-year-old man who was in the prime of his life, couldn’t get it up, I marched straight into the ER—emergency room—and stopped.

  I shouldn’t be there. Technically, I wasn’t actually experiencing an emergency.

  I’d never hear the end of it, either. Not from my family and not from my friends. It was probably best that nobody saw me.

  Though, technically, the one single nurse that I knew that worked in the ER, Conleigh, had assured me that what happened in the ER stayed in the ER. And not because they had some weird pact kind of like fight club where you didn’t talk about your patients. No, because there were laws that required them not to.

  Which, I supposed, wasn’t really going to keep them from talking about me. It just meant they couldn’t talk about me to other people—not amongst themselves.

  Honestly, I was about to turn around and leave when I saw her.

  She wasn’t very tall. A little over five foot three or four, she was a good foot shorter than me. She was wearing navy blue scrubs that fit her body like a glove.

  Since when did hospital scrubs become so fitted?

  But goddamn. The scrubs she was wearing hugged her supple ass, belly and thighs. And those tits…yeah, they would fit perfectly in the palm of my hand.

  She took my breath away.

  Oh, and made my dick hard.

  She’d cured me, and what better way to thank her than to give her a very thorough thank you present. One that involved my tongue, cock and fingers.