Bad Boy's Baby Part 22

His smile only faltered for a split second. "That's really gross. Drop those before you give me a kiss."

"Oh, come on, Jack-"

"Kiss me, Kiss!"

I dropped my notebook and paper and the tests, but Jack swooped over me before I could move. His arms captured me. I sucked in a breath to reveal it again.

"Jack, I'm-"

He didn't let me finish.

His kiss overwhelmed me, stealing the words, savoring the truth, and hiding it from the world so it could be ours and ours alone.

I hadn't expected the kiss, but my body desired nothing but his lips, his touch, his c.o.c.k. Six weeks of complete and utter pa.s.sion had left me starved for any contact, any attention from a man who operated on pure testosterone. I'd warned him it'd be harder than it seemed to get pregnant, and that it might take some months of trials. I thought he'd be demoralized.

Jack took it as a personal challenge.

I should have known not to doubt him.

He f.u.c.ked me every morning. Every night. Sometimes in between. My life became little more than the impatient hours when I wasn't in his bed.

His c.o.c.k hardened. My body responded, melting into his arms and sighing in his kiss. I moaned against him and let his dominating tongue lure me into that fuzzy, heated world where I lost all control.

G.o.d, what were we doing?

Jack's hands drifted over my curves, grasping me as if he hadn't felt the softness of my skin for decades, not hours. We f.u.c.ked in the morning. Pa.s.sionate. Fast. Demanding. I rode him, seizing the pleasure he gave. Again and again. My o.r.g.a.s.m was frenzied, and I knew something had changed.

I just had no idea how much.

What were we doing?

I pulled from his arms and released a shaky breath. "Jack, we should...talk."

"Talk?" He didn't know the meaning of the word. "Kiss, we need to celebrate!"

"Celebrate?"

"d.a.m.n right! We should hit the town. Go out for dinner. f.u.c.k, we'll go out for two. Have the second deliver to the first restaurant. What do you think? Italian and sushi?"

"I...I don't think I can have sushi now-"

"We have to tell everyone!"

Not a good idea. "Jack, we can't announce it yet. It's too early. We don't say anything until I'm about twelve weeks along."

"Twelve weeks?" He groaned. "This is huge, Kiss! What's the point if we don't tell anyone?"

"We just want to be safe." I bit my lip. "So we don't...you know, jinx it."

"Oh...can we still be excited?"

G.o.d, he was cute. "Of course."

He grinned. "Perfect. Then...we'll go out. Hit a club. Dance. You can't drink now, but I'll buy a bottle of sparkling grape juice. Or...better yet..." His grin turned mischievous. "I'll go rent us the biggest, sw.a.n.kiest, most luxurious hotel in the city."

"Why?"

Jack's eyes brightened, excited and wild and staring at me like I was either a prize to win or a piece of meat to devour.

"Why?" He moved close, brushing the hair from my cheek. "Because you're carrying my baby!"

I shouldn't have had such a good shiver warm my core.

I shouldn't have parted my lips for another kiss.

I definitely shouldn't have let him overpower me again. He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. I rested on the bed where we had f.u.c.ked, where I whispered so many secrets but never revealed what I was truly feeling.

"Do you know how I want to celebrate this with you, Kiss?"

Jack brushed his lips against my ear. His lips tickled my neck. I was dizzy again but not from the heat or the news.

"I want to strip you bare...kiss every inch of that beautiful, dark skin...hear you moan my name while you come and come and-"

"Jack..." My body naturally surrendered as he rested over me. I curled my fingers into his shirt, grazing hard muscle. How many times had I clung to his strength as he f.u.c.ked me through the night? "Really...we have to talk..."

His hands were already at my waist, tugging down my skirt and marveling at the little black panties I wore. "No reason to talk. We just need to f.u.c.k. I need to be inside you, Kiss."

"Why?"

I didn't know what answer I hoped for or why I even asked.

s.e.x was complicated enough while trying to make the baby. Now we had one growing inside me, safe and warm and our little secret.

We didn't need to have s.e.x now. We had no reason to continue beside our own greedy comfort.

But I wanted it. Him. Us. Together.

And so did Jack.

It scared me.

"You think I need a reason to f.u.c.k you?" Jack dove for my throat, nipping where he had learned I loved to be bitten. "What reason do you want, Kiss? That you're the s.e.xiest woman I've ever seen? That when you come you almost squeeze my c.o.c.k off, and I love to take my chances?"

"That's not what I mean."

"Then how about the biggest reason?" Jack ripped my panties off, staring at my soft petals. "How about that you are carrying my baby. That I took you, seeded you, and now you're doing the most amazing f.u.c.king thing I can think of because of me. I f.u.c.ked you. I put a baby in you. And if I don't have you again I'm going to go f.u.c.king insane because that is the hottest thing I have ever heard in my life."

Jack lowered himself between my legs, making good on his demands as his tongue flattened against my quivering p.u.s.s.y and struck hard, fast, and completely enveloped me in his mouth.

"But...what about..."

Why was I still talking? His tongue fit inside of me, licking and savoring and drawing every little slickness from me with the full intent of preparing me for his f.u.c.king.

His mounting.

Except we didn't have a real reason to do this now. I couldn't justify f.u.c.king him, not when we had the baby and we already convinced the press that we were a couple.

s.e.x could ruin everything.

Especially when I didn't understand what I felt for him.

"What does this mean?" I tried again, my mouth dry and words fading as Jack's tongue flicked over my c.l.i.t. He rewarded my body with the same trouble that tangled us together in the first place. "We're...we're already...I don't know what it means."

Jack grinned at me, ravaging my p.u.s.s.y with his tongue and earning my shudder. "It means I can't spend another without sliding inside you. It means the only thing I want to do is bury deep in your p.u.s.s.y and celebrate what we made."

And G.o.d, I wanted that too, I just had no idea what wanting it would eventually lead to.

How dangerous this would become.

And I didn't care. d.a.m.n the lists. Screw making plans.

He was right. It was time to celebrate. I spread my legs and welcomed another lap of his tongue against the furiously hot center of me.

He knew exactly how to tease me, how to make me scream his name as his teeth nipped my c.l.i.t. He was never rough, but Jack was too big, too strong, and too raging with his own desire to ever truly be pa.s.sive. His kisses were meant to lower my defenses. His licks against my most sensitive area a deliberate attempt to weaken me to his commands.

And when he f.u.c.ked me?

I could cling to the bed or I could hold onto him, but there was no escaping that masculine, animalistic war between his humanity and the primal need to sate himself inside me.

I trembled and welcomed the first rush of heat flooding my slit with his reward for nearly bringing me to o.r.g.a.s.m. I whined as Jack stilled. His movements turned deliberate.

I watched as his hand brushed from my hip over my sensitive slit. He tickled his fingertips over my stomach, but he touched too high for where the baby was inside of me.

I took his hand. He looked at me, and I lost my breath. His eyes burned through me. I felt stripped. Not just bare, but utterly exposed and vulnerable, as if I'd slip and reveal the words hidden within my heart.

I couldn't speak them. I didn't understand them. I had no idea where their place was.

But I knew where mine was.

Under him. With him. Taking him.

I guided his hand lower, below my navel, and pressed his fingers where I would eventually grow. His body shuddered with mine, and I knew what he imagined.

A baby. A miracle. A little part of him and me.

It was just as we planned, but nothing like what we expected. The baby was our little secret. Something we shared alone.

It was an intimacy that overwhelmed both of us.

Jack kissed me, slowly. Gratefully. The tender brush of his lips was so different from the rushed, desperate crash of our bodies.

He pumped his c.o.c.k, but he didn't immediately plunge inside my waiting slit. He kissed me, again and again, just enjoying the feel of our nibbling lips. The head of his c.o.c.k caressed my c.l.i.t. Gently. As if asking for permission. As if wanting to hear my gasp as I bucked against his hardness and imagined how perfect it'd feel to be filled with him again.

"Kiss..." His words rasped. He stared at my body, at my yet flat tummy. "I need you."

"You have me."

"Do I?"

Did he?

I guided him into my body, holding my breath as the thick head of his c.o.c.k sliced through me. My eyes widened as he slowly, inch by inch, entered me. Agonizingly patient. Staring at me. Watching me. Waiting to hear words I swallowed and bit my lip to silence.

His c.o.c.k filled me completely, like nothing ever had or would again. I gripped his arms and arched. He sunk in deeper, and I stretched to accommodate the slow thrust that revealed entirely too much.

Jack groaned. I tried to stay silent, tried to grip his arms and hold myself on the brink of sanity as his length offered me pleasure and excitement and danger and everything I wasn't ready to give.

He stared at me, marveling in how our bodies connected and moved and created.

"You're carrying my baby."

His thrusts began. He wasn't frantic. Every leisurely withdrawal ended just before his thick head popped from me. He pierced me with gentleness and savored how my body welcomed his length within my tightness.

"That means you're mine, Kiss. You got that? From this moment on, you're mine..."

I came, gasping his name as the hardness pressed just right against my sensitive body. He didn't finish his thought. He grunted, forcing his c.o.c.k to rip through my clenching body.

He exploded too, the heat of his o.r.g.a.s.m so familiar, so deliberate, and so...so...

Right.

Just perfect.

Just the way it was supposed to be. Exactly what I needed in my life.

If only I had imagined a Jack Carson instead of someone safe, reliable, and tamed.

He fell over me, bucking his hips to fill the rest of me with anything else he could offer. He rested on his arms, preventing his weight from falling over my body. I loved that he covered me with his strength, his size, his intent.

I accepted his kiss as his c.o.c.k re-hardened and filled me again. His movements remained gentle. Too gentle.

Too loving.

And I thought having his baby would get me in the most trouble.

If I was his, then he was mine. And neither of us knew what to do with that gift.