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  Drive Me Crazy

  C. Morgan

  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

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  I’m usually the good girl.

  But I wasn’t the night I met the world’s sexiest taxi driver after a drunken bachelorette party.

  He expected me to be a lady. I wanted him too badly for that.

  Our one-night, whirlwind hookup leads to unexpected ends, with back pain, morning sickness, and a growing middle.

  A baby. His baby.

  When fate throws us back together again six months after that night, I find myself teetering on the edge.

  Do I tell him the truth? Or do I let him go and raise this baby on my own?

  My dream guy is certainly swoon worthy.

  But is he father material?

  Chapter 1

  Carter

  “The tips are fucking awful tonight. You getting that same vibe?” Ramsey asked.

  “Drunk girls always tip well,” I said, grinning.

  “You keep making it a habit to sleep with the girls you pick up, and you’re gonna be out of business.”

  “That’ll be $4.23,” the cashier said.

  “Thanks,” I murmured.

  I paid with a five and waved off the change. I wanted to be able to tip more, but graduate school was fucking expensive. Driving a taxi helped me to make ends meet, and every once in a while, it brought me across the path of a woman that needed a bit of loving for the night. I usually made good tips, I met all my bills, and sometimes I got a bit of stress relief myself, though I didn’t make it a “habit.” Ramsey was exaggerating a bit.

  “It’s only happened twice. You act like it happens every other day,” I said.

  “Well, you be careful with that shit. You get caught, or one girl files a complaint, and you’re done in this city,” he said.

  “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.”

  I bit into my food cart hot dog and groaned. It never ceased to be the best damn hot dog I’d ever put in my mouth. Two of them, with a drink, for less than I’d pay for a morning cup of coffee and a pastry. Couldn’t beat those prices on a school kid’s budget.

  “Anyway, a full moon is when the cheapskates always come out. Watch out. Because once midnight hits? You’ll be struggling, too,” Ramsey said.

  “You’re insane, you know that?” I asked with my mouth full.

  “Gross. Swallow, you animal.”

  “Says the Army vet who eats his steak well done.”

  He waved me off, and I chuckled. I inhaled the two hot dogs before washing it all down with a Coke. Because time was money, and I couldn’t spend it lollygagging in Central Park while trying to eat. Ten minutes, max. Then, I needed to get back on the road.

  And so did Ramsey. If his tips were that shitty.

  “Well, try not to come across any lunatics and werewolves on your drive tonight,” I said.

  “Ha. Ha. Ha. You make fun of me, but just you wait. You won’t make more than twenty in tips tonight,” he said.

  “I don’t know. That last guy I saw you pick up looked like a werewolf to me. I mean, did you see the neck hair coming out of that collar?”

  “Sorry. I don’t pay attention to dudes like that.”

  I smiled. “See you on the other side. I’m getting back to it.”

  “Can’t wait to hear you complaining in the morning!”

  I shook my head as I made my way back to my car. I was the psychological professional here, and I knew there was no scientific link between how people acted and the fullness of the moon at any given time of the year. But Ramsey was an expert in cheapskates, since he was one himself. But working as an independent taxi driver in New York City didn’t come with high-stakes money.

  Maybe I should drive for one of those app companies.

  I cranked up my engine and pulled away from the curb, trying to resist the urge to sit there. On the one hand, New York City nights fluctuated. Right now was the worst time to be driving around. By eleven, most people were being dropped off at their first club and wouldn’t start drunkenly waving people like me down until around two. That was almost three hours of aimlessly driving around, hoping to pick up enough money to put a tank of gas in my compact car.

  I could go home and get started on homework.

  No, the chance of money was more important than that. I had all weekend to work on homework, but I didn’t have all weekend to make money.

  I honked my horn at Ramsey as he passed by me to take a sharp left. I headed toward the nightclub district and kept an eye out, watching to see if anyone was coming or going. Much to my surprise, though, it didn’t take me long to find a small group of girls. They were stumbling out of Lux, the most popular club in uptown Manhattan.

  Bingo. Bachelorette party.

  I watched as the girl hanging on to the drunken soon-to-be bride waved her hand in the air, her eyes, frantically searching the street for someone to come help them. And that someone was me. Even with my compact car, I easily fit four people in this thing. If someone sat up front, that is. I pulled up to the curb and rolled down my window, watching as the woman dipped down.

  And when her hazel eyes caught mine, I held my breath.

  “We all need a ride home. Can you help?” she asked.

  The bride hiccupped. “I’m not drunk. You’re drunk.”

  I grinned. “Separate addresses?”

  “Yes, please. All of us.”

  “You need more alcohol, Maggie!” another girl shouted.

  She sighed. “Please?”

  I nodded. “Get in. You need any help?”

  “No, no. I got this. Need to work off this alcohol somehow.”

  I chuckled as I unlocked the doors. She piled the girls in before slipping into the seat beside me. And when I saw her curves fill up my passenger’s seat, I forced my eyes forward. With those hazel eyes and that dark brown hair, I felt my body already craving her. She was beautiful, even if her friends reeked of booze.

  “Party pooper,” someone murmured.

  “Yeah, yeah. Shut up,” Maggie said.

  I chuckled. “Where to first?”

  The girls in the back seat chastised Maggie for taking them home. And with every girl we dropped off, I got out to help, especially if steps were involved. One by one, the girls were taken home until it was me and this charming beauty. Alone. In my damn car. With her peaks and valleys calling to me.

  “Ready to go home?” I asked.

  She sighed. “Yeah. I guess.”

  I kept stealing glances at her as I punched in the address she rattled off. I followed my GPS, using the twists and turns as a way to run my eyes up and down her body. Fucking hell, she was gorgeous. Dark brown hair with honeyed highlights, cropped right at her jawline. Hazel eyes that sparkled, even in the reflection of my car window. Thighs I wanted to bury my face between and tits I wanted to rest my body against.

  Stay focused, Carter.

  Then, her soft, angelic voice filled my car.

  “Thank you for rescuing me tonight.”

  Chapter 2

  Maggie

  I looked over at him and saw that smile creep across his face that ignite
d those bright blue eyes of his. The light brown of his hair caught the moonlight perfectly. And as we journeyed toward my place, I made a decision.

  I’d flirt with him mercilessly.

  I mean, there’d been plenty of cute guys tonight, but none as sexy as this random cab driver. Or independent taxi? His car didn’t look like a regular taxi. Maybe he worked for one of those ride-share companies?

  Does it really matter when he’s this hot?

  “Well, you’re welcome. You looked like you needed the help, and I was glad to help out,” he said.

  “Still. Thank you. Most girls think chivalry is dead. Nice to know it isn’t.”

  He flickered his eyes over to me. “Not completely dead.”

  I cocked my body toward his. “Your eyes are beautiful.”

  “I get that a lot. Thank you.”

  “And, forgive my bluntness, but you’re incredibly attractive.”

  He grinned. “I appreciate that.”

  “So, what the hell are you doing driving around a city for tips when you could be posing on billboards as an underwear model.”

  “I don’t like being cold. Might need something to cover up those bare legs while I’m standing there in underwear.”

  I giggled as we came to the last intersection we needed to get through. So, he was cute and funny. I liked that. A lot. While standard operating procedure told me to keep flirting with him until he shoved his hand down my pants, for some reason I wanted more than that tonight.

  I wanted company tonight.

  “When are you finished working tonight?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “I’m finished whenever I want to be.”

  “So, if I offered to keep you warm tonight, you could be finished with work?”

  He smiled. “A woman who knows what she wants. I like that.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “You aren’t the least bit worried about inviting a random cab driver up to your place by yourself?”

  “If I wasn’t a capable woman, I wouldn’t have.”

  He nodded. “Capable. I like that, too.”

  “I like to have a good time. There’s no shame in that for women nowadays. And you look like the kind of guy who can show me one.”

  He peeked over at me. “Didn’t have enough fun with your girlfriends tonight?”

  “If you’re asking whether or not I’m drunk, I can assure you I’m fully coherent.”

  He nodded. “Are you excited that your friend is getting married?”

  I snorted. “I can’t believe it, but yeah. I’m excited for her.”

  I honestly didn’t know why Dakota wanted to get married so young. I mean, there were plenty of hot guys for her to indulge in while she was still in her twenties. Why settle for only one? By getting married, she was missing out on the hot piece of ass sitting next to me—the hot cab driver pulling into the back parking lot of my apartment complex.

  Then again, her loss was my gain.

  “So, are you coming in to keep me company? Or am I going to have to go to bed alone tonight?” I asked.

  He turned to face me. “I envy your zest for life.”

  I turned toward him. “You could match it tonight.”

  “I’m usually too tired to do more than collapse into bed after work.”

  I imagined him naked in bed, and it made me lick my lips.

  Now there’s something I’d love to experience.

  “How about this? You can come collapse in my bed as naked as you want to be, and I’ll make sure you sleep soundly tonight. How does that sound?” I asked.

  “Do I get to know you a bit first?” he asked.

  Who cares about that shit? “If that’s what it takes to get you upstairs, I’m down.”

  He grinned. “I’m currently in school for psychology. I’m getting my master’s. Do you have a degree?”

  “Do you like them smart?”

  He chuckled. “Just a question. I want to know more about you.”

  I sighed. “If you’re getting a master’s in psychology, then you must be an expert on the human mind. Right?”

  “Well, I’m not sure if—”

  “So, if you’re an expert, then you can guess what I’m thinking, right?”

  He laughed. “I’m just a student right now. Nowhere near an expert.”

  I leaned closer to him. “What if I give you a hint?”

  I pressed my lips against his softly, holding my position. I fluttered my eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his lips. Touch me. All he had to do was touch me, and he’d be mine. They always were. And I sure as hell didn’t want to spend tonight alone.

  Then, his lips pulled back. “I don’t need a hint, beautiful. I know exactly what’s on your mind.”

  And as he turned off the engine of his car, the two of us quickly got out.

  Thank fuck, he parked in a parking space.

  Chapter 3

  Carter

  I loved it when a woman made the first move. And this girl certainly made me hot underneath my collar. She was sexy. Funny. Aggressive. She knew what she wanted, and there was nothing better. Except for one thing. The second she got out of the car, it was clear to me how much she’d been drinking, because she kept stumbling around.

  “Here, here. Let me help,” I said.

  I reached for her as she hummed with delight.

  “Mmm, my hero.”

  I chuckled. “I guess it’s a good thing I helped you with your friends.”

  “And with these muscles? You could help me with a lot more.”

  I helped her up the steps and into the lobby of her apartment complex. Despite the green light she was giving me, I treated her stumbling around like a stop sign. Maybe she was tired. Maybe she really concealed the fact that she’d been tipsy this entire time. But whatever the case, she was in no condition to be having sex with anyone.

  And I certainly wasn’t going to take advantage.

  She tried to hide the wobbling of her ankles by leaning against me, which almost tumbled both of us over. I caught her just in time, then eased her softly into the elevator. With this beautiful woman in my arms, I gazed into her eyes. The doors slid closed as her eyes fell to my lips, and I resisted the urge to kiss her.

  “What floor?” I asked.

  She grinned. “The seventh, please.”

  I helped her to her feet once more, then pressed the button for her floor. As she leaned against me, I felt her shirt creep up. My hand fell against her bare skin. I drew in a deep breath to try and keep myself under control. The electricity that crept up my arm made the tip of my dick sizzle. I wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall of this metal compartment and kiss her senseless.

  At least I get to feel her if I never see her again.

  The elevator stopped its movements, and I helped her off. She guided me to her door at the end of the hallway where she lost her footing again. I caught her around the waist. I hoisted her against me, and as her hand clapped around the back of my head, she pulled my lips down to hers, giving me a kiss that left me breathless.

  She hummed as her tongue pressed its way into my mouth. I extended my hand, falling against her wooden door. I pressed her back against it, and her hands cupped my cheeks. My body gave way to her, just for a second. My body indulged in the electricity, just for a moment.

  Until I pulled my lips away.

  “Thank you for the memory,” I murmured.

  “Why don’t you come on inside so we can make a few more?”

  “Can’t. Got some studying to do tonight.”

  She giggled. “Such a lame excuse.”

  I snickered. “I know, I know. The downfall of being a grad student.”

  I took a step back and surveyed her. Holy shit, if she were a bit more sober—or steadier on her feet—I’d be all over her. But I wouldn’t do that to this woman tonight. I had needs, sure. But I was also a gentleman.

  “Well, let me at least get you paid,” she said.

  I watched her dig around in
her purse before pulling out a wad of cash.

  “No, no, no. That’s way too much,” I said.

  “Take it. Or come inside.”

  “You can half that and it would still be—”

  “I said, take it.”

  She shoved it against my chest, and I heard the pain in her voice. The pain of rejection. I’d known that pain, too. And it made me feel sick. I didn’t want her feeling that way. I didn’t want her to feel rejected twice in one evening. So, I nodded my head and took the money.

  “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome,” she murmured.

  She turned around and went to unlock her door, so I made my leave. I took a few steps away from her, relieved to put some distance between us, until I heard something fall against the floor. I whipped around and all I saw were her heels sticking out of her open apartment door, which caused me to take off striding toward her.

  “Maggie! Are you all right?” I asked.

  A wave of protectiveness rushed over me. She whimpered as I stood over her. I slipped my arms underneath hers and helped her up, listening as she sniffled. She tried to shrug me off, but I wouldn’t let her. I helped her into her apartment and sat her down on her couch. Before sitting across from her on her coffee table. She kept her eyes turned away from me as I picked up her leg, settling her heel against my thigh. And the height of her heels made me laugh.

  “You’re going to break your neck in these things,” I said.

  She cleared her throat. “Thanks for the help tonight.”

  I slipped her shoe off. “Of course.”

  I helped her out of her other heel and began massaging her foot, twirling her ankles slowly as she melted into the couch. A soft groan left her lips, pulsing my cock, making me wish those moans were for a different reason. I settled her feet quickly back to the floor. I stood from the coffee table and moved past her, only to feel her hand wrap around my wrist.