Wrong Effing Number: A Falling for the Boss MPreg (Sprung Like Spring Book 6) Read online

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter One

  "Do you need to file a sexual harassment claim?" I asked Riley, trying not to laugh as he climbed to his feet again after being knocked to the ground by the giant mastiff and humped. He glared, flipping me off, and I chuckled, wiping the tears from my eyes. "I just wish the cameras in here were a little better. There are people out there that pay good money for the show you just put on for free."

  "You could have helped me up, jackass," he growled, looking anything but threatening.

  "How am I supposed to help you when I'm weak from laughter?"

  "You're the worst boss ever. Shouldn't you be concerned with your employees' welfare? I was nearly impregnated."

  "Oh, shit." I started laughing again as he continued to wrestle with the giant dog who'd been trying to romance him with his eyes ever since he got here a few hours before when his owner dropped him off on her way to work for his special flea dip.

  He finally managed to get the beast in his kennel, and I swore that damn dog had hearts in his eyes as he looked up at the man.

  In all honesty, I really couldn't blame the poor, lovesick pup. Riley Hester was a beautiful man, and if I could get away with it, I'd probably tackle him to the ground and hump him too. He was also hilarious and an interesting mixture of shy and bold. He'd blush one minute over something little and then bitch me out quite profanely the next.

  "Don't look at me like that, Arsyn," he told the mastiff who'd just let out a long, drawn out sigh and dropped his head to his paws. "You didn't even buy me dinner."

  Arsyn whimpered, and I could have sworn those eyes got even droopier.

  "Mmhmm. Well, you should be sorry." The beast huffed, and Riley shook his head. "That's no excuse. I'm not just a nice ass, you know."

  "Riley, stop waving your ass around at that poor dog and come answer your phone," Brenda yelled from the front. "This damn thing has been buzzing constantly."

  "What?" he asked, finally standing completely and putting me and the poor dog out of our misery.

  He hurried toward the front, and I followed him out with the border collie who'd been accused of eating a dish towel. Thankfully, she was innocent of all charges, and I wasn't going to have to do surgery on her.

  "Ronni, what's going on? Is everything okay?" Riley asked, a little frantically, into his phone.

  I watched him for a moment until Moana, the collie's seven-year-old owner, rushed to the dog excitedly wagging its entire body, wrapping her arms around the animal's neck, acting like she hadn't seen the thing in months instead of the twenty minutes it had taken me to run her back and do an X-ray.

  "What?" he snapped. "I don't give a flying…" Riley froze, eyes wide. He blinked over at the little girl, cringing slightly. "I don't give a flying squirrel about any of that. It's been over a month since Evan and Scout pulled all that sh… those shenanigans." He sent the girl's mother an apologetic look and walked back into the back.

  "Sorry about that," I said, trying not to laugh while Brenda got Moana's paperwork ready.

  Jasmine, the seven-year-old's mother, snorted, rolling her eyes and took one of the pens out of the cup. "Oh, no. I know his sister, Ronni. Trust me, she can evoke that kind of reaction out of anyone."

  "A bet?! That's why you called and texted about a thousand times? Is that why Archer and Riker are calling me too?" Riley yelled into his phone on the other side of the door, and I chuckled. He might as well have stayed in the same room with us. "If he's not already knocked up, I'd be shocked. I'm not betting. Do not call me back like someone died unless someone actually dies, Ronni."

  "She has a way," Jasmine said, not even looking at me as she put the pen back in the cup and started shuffling her daughter and the dog out the front door.

  "You dirty son of a bitch!" Riley yelled, just before something hit the other side of the door to the back hard.

  I blinked for a moment before taking off. I tried to open the door, but there was something in front of it, and when I looked through the tiny window on the big metal door, Arsyn had Riley pinned beneath him, humping his side while Riley tried to shove the dog off, cussing the poor, horny beast out the entire time.

  ***

  "I can't believe you guys," Riley snapped as I followed him into the men's room where our lockers were, still fighting occasional bursts of laughter.

  "What?" I asked, clearing my throat in hopes of keeping the amusement out of my voice. "I couldn't get to you because you were against the door. Be mad at Cath and Sara. They were both back here, and neither of them helped you."

  He spun around to look at his back in the mirror, curling his lip in disgust when he saw the clear indication of Arsyn's passion darkening the navy blue of his scrub top. "If I end up pregnant, I want hazard pay." He started to grab the bottom of his shirt, only to stop and scowl. "What am I going to tell my puppies?" He reached over his head, gripping the material at his shoulders before cringing again and dropping the thing. "Your dad was a big sweetheart, but he didn't necessarily believe in consent, and he totally took advantage of me while everyone stood around laughing." He frowned over his shoulder into the mirror again, pursing his lips. "This isn't coming off over my head. I need scissors."

  I quickly went back out into the front and grabbed some scissors, bringing them back to the bathroom with me. "Are you cutting it off?"

  He turned, giving me his back, watching me in the mirror with a raised eyebrow. "No. You are."

  I am? Was that a good idea? I licked my lips, stepping closer as he rounded his back slightly, clearly indicating where he wanted me to cut the shirt. Oh damn.

  I swallowed hard, looking back and forth between his back and the scissors in my hand, licking my lips. His shirt. It was about to be off. He was about to be standing half-naked right in front of me, and it was going to be because I cut his shirt off.

  "Let me be clear about this," I said a bit huskily, leaning closer and putting my face next to his ear while meeting his eyes in the mirror. "You're asking me to cut your shirt off?"

  He narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips. "What's the problem?"

  I shrugged, holding up the scissors and opening and closing them quickly. "I just want to make sure before I get started, so this doesn't come around on me somehow. I'd hate for the whole town to think I just run around cutting the shirts off of innocent omegas that work for me."

  He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Just cut the damn shirt."

  I smiled brightly, reaching down to grip the hem of his scrub top, biting down on the inside of my cheek when my index finger grazed the top of one of his very firm, very bubbly little booty cheeks, shooting tingles up along the digit. "I can honestly say I've never cut someone's shirt off before."

  My voice was gruff, and my damn dick had definitely started to take notice of the situation.

  "Really?" he asked, sounding surprised.

  I positioned the scissors, blinking up at him and tilting my head to the side. "What? What's with the shock? Is this a common practice I'm unaware of?"

  He shrugged. "I don't know. But if it was, I feel like you'd be a shirt cutter. It's all in the way you hold yourself."

  He puffed his chest out, apparently trying to emulate how I stood, but I didn't necessarily care for the way he crossed his eyes and nearly touched his tongue to his nose.

  I shook my head when he finished, properly displaying my disappointment with him by way of my unimpre
ssed expression. "Who knows?" I said dryly. "Maybe I'll discover a new fetish."

  It didn't take long to cut up the back of his shirt since the scissors were sharp enough to easily glide through the material until I got to the hem at the top. Once accomplished, I set the scissors down on the sink, nearly missing the edge when my eyes caught on to the pale strip of skin down the center of his back that was now revealed.

  They clattered loudly against the countertop as I released them a bit too high. He started to slide the shirt off, and I licked my lips, fascinated by every inch that he was revealing. Not even kind of paying attention to what my face might be revealing in the mirror in front of me as I practically held my breath while he continued.

  His skin was pale and smooth, and he had a small cluster of moles sitting atop one of his shoulder blades, inviting my fingers to touch. His back was surprisingly well-muscled considering how compact he was, but I probably could have guessed that by the way his bubble butt always pressed against his scrub pants beautifully.

  He slid the material off completely, wadding it in a ball and shoving it in the trashcan, while I ogled his body like the perv I was. His chest was every bit as muscled and his skin there every bit as smooth as his back. His nipples were perfect, little, oval discs that were a pretty coral color and hard from the chilled air of the bathroom.

  Pursing his lips, he turned to look at his back again, making me choke off a groan as he put those nearly irresistible, little nubs that much closer to me.

  There was no more kinda hard to my dick, and I was beyond glad I'd taken to wearing jocks to work. I really didn't need that thing flopping around all free and proud with Riley running around making my body react like nobody else.

  "I can't believe that dog defiled me like that," he grumbled.

  I chuckled, reaching out and snatching a couple of paper towels out of the dispenser before running them quickly under the water and squirting them with soap. Showing them to him, I waited for him to turn and face the mirror once again before I reached out, pressing the napkins to his back where I was sure the dog's splooge had undoubtedly soaked through the material to his skin.

  I purposely let my thumb glide over the skin, biting my bottom lip at the silky texture.

  He shuddered slightly, and goosebumps broke out along his flesh, making me glance up at his face in the mirror. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes heavy as he watched me.

  I blinked, clearing my throat, and sent him a hopefully disarming smirk as I tossed the paper towels and reached for a couple more, stopping to dampen one. Once I'd rinsed the soap off and then dried his skin, I stepped back, allowing him room to get around me to his locker where he pulled out another scrub top the same navy color as the other. The color we all wore.

  I watched as he pulled the shirt on over his head, fascinated by the way his muscles moved under his skin and the way his pants gapped slightly, falling down a hair in the front while he worked the material over his chest.

  "If he figures out how to get out of that fucking cage again, I'm leaving. I don't care what time it is, or what I'm in the middle of doing. I will not be used like that," he said haughtily, eyeing me like he was fully blaming me for the whole thing.

  "What am I supposed to tell Arsyn?" I asked, making a sad face. "He'll be so broken-hearted."

  He glared at me in the mirror before turning and leaving without saying another word, and I smiled brightly, shaking my head. Damn, he was hot.

  ***

  Disgustingly creepy mother fucker. But that wasn't going to stop me from being really, really happy having to add Riley last minute to the trip when his previous plans were cancelled, meant he had to share a room with me because the hotel was booked solid. We did manage to get two full-sized beds instead of the one king I'd originally booked, but he was mine for the next two nights.

  I'd asked him when I first found out about the conference if he wanted to come, but one of his many family members was having something, and I'd be damned if I could remember who or what. His family was even bigger than mine.

  "Why do they put these doors on the bathroom where there are two beds? You can see right through this crack," he grumbled, messing with the sliding door that separated the bathroom from the bedroom. "If people aren't sleeping in the same bed, they probably aren't wanting someone to see them bare ass it into the shower. I'd rather have a fucking privacy curtain."

  I smirked when I looked through the crack he was talking about. From this angle, I was looking directly into the mirror that was reflecting almost every inch of the shower.

  That was going to be a lot of fucking temptation right there. How the hell was I supposed to just sit over there in my bed, and not at least think about the fact that while he was showering, if I wanted to be a complete perv and watch, I absolutely could?

  I knew me. I was a complete perv!

  "Quit whining," I said, unbuttoning my shirt.

  I wasn't sure what had possessed me to wear the damn thing for the three-hour car ride anyway. It wasn't horribly wrinkled, but it was definitely showing signs of wear.

  "You're not the boss of me," he grumbled, pursing his lips as he continued to contemplate the fucking door.

  I slid my shirt off, tossing it on the bed before moving over toward the closet where I was pretty sure I'd seen an ironing board.

  Riley was standing directly in my way, so I grabbed his hips, steering him to the side so I could get to the closet and trying not to think too hard about how perfect his hips had fit in my hands.

  Maybe I should have thought this thing through a little better. He might be mine for the next two nights, but I couldn't really do anything about it. I was basically going to put myself through pure torture.

  "We have twenty minutes before we are supposed to meet down in the lobby for the fair, and then we have that meeting tonight with the flea dip people after dinner." I groaned just thinking about all the people and all the noise and unclicked the ironing board from where it was connected to the wall, lifting it out of the closet. "I need to get a few of the wrinkles out of my shirt. How is yours?"

  He didn't answer, and I frowned, turning my head to find him… staring at me. Specifically, the muscles of my shoulders, and I tried not to smile.

  "Riley?" I asked, making him jump and look at me with wide eyes. "Do you need me to iron your shirt?"

  "Uh. I don't know."

  I sat the ironing board down and turned to grab him by the hips again, spinning him slowly to check him for wrinkles. "Take your shirt off, Riley," I said, my voice dropping low as I stepped back, grabbing the board and moving it again. "I'll have you fixed up in no time."

  He didn't say anything, but when I turned to look at him, he was slowly removing that shirt, and I smiled to myself. I was going to fucking love spending the weekend with Riley Hester, but it was going to take all the control I had.

  Chapter Two

  I think I always knew it was going to be my older sister, Ronni, who ruined my life. Actually, I think I had that fear about each of my cousins too. In general, I knew it would be my family that took me down, but I must have gotten cocky at some point. That was the only excuse I had for sitting around during a meeting with my boss and a bunch of other people I didn't know from several vet offices around the state… and texting Ronni.

  History would tell me that there was absolutely no telling what could and probably would get texted to me, including once a few years ago a soundbite of porn that was extremely loud. Needless to say, the cute little picture of a golden retriever on the play screen sounded like he was having a great time when you pushed the innocuous-looking arrow on his nose, and everyone in a twenty-foot radius could hear it. So, you basically just look like a perv watching porn in public.

  If I'd been smart, I would have ignored her as soon as she texted me and tried to find something else to occupy myself, but the man talking had been droning on and on about the calming agent in the flea shampoo he was trying to sell, and I was bored out of my fuc
king mind. Plus, Cole looked fucking glorious in his slacks and white button-down that he'd left the top few buttons open on. I'd seen a great deal of that smooth, chocolate skin earlier, but that didn't mean I was done looking, and he was sitting directly across the coffee table in the lounge area from me with his legs spread like a hussy. My eyes were only human.

  I needed a fucking distraction, so I threw caution to the wind and texted her back.

  Me: What?

  Satan's Sadistic Sister: What are you doing?

  Me: Sitting in on a meeting with my boss desperately trying not to think about the fact that we are sharing a room tonight, and that he is literally the hottest fucking man in the world, but he's not helping at all by sitting there flashing me his fucking crotch. I swear he keeps sinking lower in that fucking chair just so I can see the outline of his dick through his pants.

  I glanced up at said crotch and bit down hard on my bottom lip. Seriously. If he looked down at his lap at all, surely he could see it. I don't know how long I sat there staring at the clear outline of thick, beautiful alpha cock, but it was long enough that my phone buzzing in my hand scared me enough to make me almost drop the damn thing.

  I glanced up to find Cole watching me, and I gave him a small smile, hoping he had just looked at me because of my minute flailing and hadn't been watching me stare at his dick the whole time.

  Satan's Sadistic Sister: What the fuck, Riley? What are you, like five? You shouldn't be thinking like that!

  Me: Go away.

  I thought she might have listened to me, because the texting seemed to stop, and I wasn't sure if I was happy about that or not. On the one hand, talking to my sister drove me insane, but on the other, texting her would keep my eyes away from the gorgeous man who was off-limits to me.

  I glanced at him again, only to find his eyes on me. I tried to remember what kind of stupid facial expression I might have been making, but I was fairly certain I'd kept the really hideous ones that I saved for Scout and Evan under wraps, so at least there was that, but there was definitely odd in the way he was watching me. It was almost… no.