Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) (18 page)

“What did you have in mind?” I asked as my dick perked up like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Never fucking took long with these two around.

“Anything,” she murmured, reaching back for Cole’s hand and coaxing him closer as well. “Anything you and your friend want. I’m all yours.”

And she was. She followed all our directions to a T.

I got a call late on a Thursday night. Cole had left as he tended to do before the night drifted into morning. Rain was crashed beside me, snoring ever so quietly which was kinda cute, actually. She was exhausted.

We had worked her over really well.

But when the phone rang, I jumped. Late night calls always freaked me out. They were seldom good things.

I saw Denny’s name and answered immediately.

“Feckin’ hell, Justin,” he said, worry evident in his hushed voice. “The wee snapper is on its way.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Speak English, you fucker.”

“It’s Sophie. She’s in labor.”

“I didn’t know she was due yet,” I murmured in shock, raising my voice just a bit. Rain stirred beside me.

“She’s not. It’s happening early. Only a couple weeks early, but earlier than they’d prefer. Her water broke, though. No turning back now.”

“Gross, dude.”

“Feck off and get your arse to the hospital. Your services are requested.”

What the fuck did he need me for?

“Um, I’m not so sure I’ll be much help in a situation like this.”

“Oddly enough,” he sighed, “you’re the only one who can help at the moment.”

We were almost to Butte before it hit me.

I’d asked Rain to come along, thinking the moral support might be a good thing. She’d looked at me like I’d grown a second dick and murmured, “
uh, okay
.”

Now I realized why she’d seemed so shocked.

We were headed to Butte to see my friends at the hospital. In the middle of the night. She had total fuck hair. They were going to have no doubts what we’d been doing.

And they knew she was my student.

Stupid, stupid fucker
, I berated myself.
So fucking stupid…

But it was too late now.

Rain and I made our way through the deserted corridors to the labor and delivery ward. Hospitals seemed weirdly eerie at night, and St. James was no exception. Big. Old, by Montana standards anyway. Institutionally cold and creepy.

Fortunately, the patient rooms were a little less so.

The other Mofos had gathered, too, bringing their women. The mini Mofos were thankfully nowhere to be seen, which set me a little bit at ease. The last thing this night needed was Max staring at me or Eoghan saying
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
because of me. It was the middle of the night anyway, though. They must have been home with grammas and grampas or something.

“Rain?” Felicity quietly gasped as we walked into the room.

Aside from Sophie who appeared a bit drugged out of her gourd, everyone’s jaws dropped to the floor in pure shock. Even Brannon’s where he stood next to Sophie’s bed. His hand froze in midair from where he’d been smoothing the hair from her eyes.

Drew gave me a slow, cheeky grin. “I thought you didn’t fuck students.”

“Bite me, fucker,” I shot back.

Time for a new mantra.

“Oh, God,” Sophie moaned deliriously. “I think I’m having another one.”

Brannon went a shade pale. “Already?”

“There will be a wee Forrester before the night is through, I’m thinking,” Denny grinned.

“A Forrester,” Sophie said with a listless gasp as she attempted to breathe through the contraction. Then her eyes shot open. “Is Justin here yet?”

“He just got here, Soph,” he replied.

“The baby has to be a Forrester. I have to—” her voice broke with a low groan that she breathed through for a few seconds, and then continued. “I have to be a Forrester.”

“You will be, baby,” Brannon began.

“But I’m not yet,” she sobbed, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. “Not really. We just say that. We mean it, but we just say it.”

“Soph, even if we didn’t have time—which we do—you’re already my wife in every way that matters,” he tried again.

She burst into tears. “That’s so sweet,” she sobbed into his arms.

Fucking hell, Sophie was a trainwreck.
I’d never seen her like this before. I glanced down to get a quick read on Rain. I didn’t want her to think my friends were a bunch of crackheads.

Rain looked sweetly worried, hopefully not that Sophie was off her rocker, but rather about her pain and the desperate tone of her voice.

“Justin,” Felicity said, waving me over. “You stand here. Let’s do this shit.”

“Do what shit?” Rain asked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to perform a wedding ceremony,” I replied with a raised eyebrow.

Rain gaped up at me, completely astounded.

“Justin got ordained to marry Cody and I,” Ilsa explained to her.

Rain gave her a total WTF look before turning back to me. “You’ve officially shocked the hell out of me,” she murmured.

“We were mostly scared of what kind of date he’d bring,” Cody leaned over Ilsa’s shoulder to add.

Rain nodded. “Okay, that makes a little more sense.”

“Now, wait… Justin isn’t always dumpster diving for dates,” Raven frowned at Cody. “Lacey was his date to our wedding.”

“Rave,” Drew argued, “your cousin was also one of your bridesmaids, not really a date. Just because he did her doesn’t make her his date. You’ve seen some of the chicks he’s come up with before.” Then Drew stopped short, kind of flushing slightly as he looked over at Rain. “I mean, um… shit… no offense.”

“It’s okay,” Rain smiled back with a nonchalant wave of her hand, putting him a bit more at ease, “we’re just fucking.”

“Really…?” Drew trailed off, clearly more of a dubious statement than a question. He looked at me for a moment, studying me closely before tipping his focus down to Raven with a raised eyebrow. She simply smiled back as they shared some sort of private joke.

“Bran,” Sophie sniffed, “I think we need to hurry. It’s starting to get stronger.”

Brannon would have done damn near anything for Sophie on a normal day when her body wasn’t wracked with pain. When her hormones weren’t completely out of whack making Sophie turn from sweet and lovely to bat-shit crazy. The look he threw me told me I best get my ass in gear and get them hitched. He was clearly on the verge of bat-shit crazy, himself.

So I stepped forward. I quickly ran through what I remembered about vows, which wasn’t much, but I did get the part right where it was all “
do you, Sophie…
” and “
do you, Brannon…
” They both did the “
I do
” thing, and I pronounced them man and wife. Brannon leaned in to give her the sweetest kiss on her lips, and Sophie smiled up at him through tears of love and pain.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, and suddenly groaned as another labor pain hit, “I can’t believe we had a threesome with the guy who performed our wedding.”

Brannon grimaced. “If it makes you feel any better, he kinda touched my junk that night, too. We can be weirded out by this together.”

Quickly after Sophie became a Forrester in name as well as spirit, her labor really kicked into high gear. It was almost as if the kid had waited just long enough to get that formality out of the way and now couldn’t wait to get the fuck out.

The rest of us were ushered out to the waiting room, leaving Brannon and Sophie in there. Brannon’s sister Mira showed up and barely gave us a second glance as she raced into the room to check on Sophie’s progress before returning to wait with the rest of us.

As she walked back out, she eyed me curiously, then swept her gaze over Rain who stood close beside me. “Holy shit, Justin brought a girl?”

“Fuck off, Mira,” I snapped.

She looked over at Ilsa who nodded with wide eyes.

“Wow,” Mira mouthed back.

“I know, right?” Raven whispered.

“And she’s his student,” Felicity added.

“I thought you didn’t fuck students,” Mira murmured with a disbelieving shake of her head.

I rolled my eyes and glanced down at Rain who was smiling at my discomfort.

“It’s not a big deal,” I said to the rest of them defensively.

“Yeah,” Rain nodded, crossing the room to sit by Felicity, “like I said before, we’re just fucking.”

“Uh huh,” Drew nodded with a raised eyebrow. “So were we.” He gave me a knowing look and pulled Raven closer, kissing the purple hair back from her eyes.

“This is… different,” I shook my head, scowling as Felicity laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Rain said with a screwed up expression. Felicity just laughed even harder.

“How is this different than when they were shaggin’?” Denny asked me.

Well, I’m fucking a dude, too
… I thought to myself, but didn’t share that bit of info. “It just is.”

“Mmm hmm,” Felicity nodded in sheer disbelief and nudged Rain with her shoulder. “Riiiight.”

Rain just rolled her eyes coolly and gave a dismissive shake of her head.

“Whatever,” she grinned.

Her carefree smile struck me then. Her ease with this playful banter, like she’d been a part of the group right from the start. She fit so well, so perfectly.

And it sent a cold wave of unease up my spine that lingered there, unsettling me as the night went on.