Bad Boy's Bridesmaid: A Secret Baby Romance (42 page)

Leah covered her
mouth with her hand, staring at me with wide, startled, absolutely beautiful
mocha eyes. She didn’t speak, but I knew the answer.

Yes
.

It wasn’t a
chance that she was pregnant.

She
was
.

She had to be.

She leapt into
my arms with a squeal, burying her face in my shoulder as the excitement turned
to tears. I held her close, grinning like a fucking idiot at the trainer who
probably thought Leah was the world’s worst patient.

“You gotta go
get checked out,” I said. “What if something—”

“I’m okay…” Leah
pulled away, sharing my grin. “I know I’m okay.”

“Go to a
doctor?” I asked. “Please.”

“Right now.”

I glanced over
the field. “I’ll come too.”

“It’s okay.” She
stood on her tip-toes and kissed me, earning a clap from the growing crowds. “I
promise. I’ll go in right now. Meet you at your house?”

“Yeah…”

The trainer
offered her arm, and Leah took it, beaming a beautiful smile that sucked every
bit of courage from me.

At least she was
taking it well.

Pregnant
.

We did it.

I was having a
baby.

The revelation
got to me. I crumpled on the bench and nearly puked. Coach Thompson shouted for
me to return to practice.

Holy
fuck
.

What the hell
was I supposed to do now?

Coach yelled
again. “Get your ass on the field, Jack!”

The adrenaline
surged through me. I did what I was told and jogged to the huddle.

And I played
even better than I had before. Now I had two reasons my game was improving.

Nothing was
going to stop me from getting everything I ever wanted.

But I wasn’t
sure the championship was all I wanted anymore.

Chapter Thirteen – Leah

I didn’t know
what to do.

I didn’t need a
doctor. I probably needed to sit down. I should have wanted a stiff drink but
that
wasn’t a good idea now.

The trainers
said to wait it out, drink some Gatorade, and let an ambulance take me to the
hospital. I refused, staying until the dizziness stopped and I could make it to
my doctor without the media blitz.

This wasn’t a
story I wanted spread unless it was absolutely true.

The doctor
confirmed our suspicions with a smile.

I didn’t believe
her. I left her office and bought three other tests before heading to Jack’s.
If I wasn’t dehydrated before, I was now.

The tests all
said the same thing.

Pregnant
.

Holy. Hell.

I always
wondered how it’d feel when it happened. I once pictured a very different life.
Husband. Stability. A candlelit dinner and me brushing Wyatt’s hand, whispering
my excitement.
That
was the romance I planned. I imagined soft music
playing while I revealed to him how our lives would change. I thought we’d
dance in candlelight and just enjoy that miracle.

I could have
made Jack a dinner. Maybe? But he already knew. There wasn’t much of a mystery
anymore, and I didn’t know what to serve for such a blessed revelation. Or what
music to play. What we’d do after we confirmed the pregnancy…

And Christ,
there was no comparing Jack and Wyatt, even if every time I imagined that
gentle dance, I saw me swaying in
Jack’s
arms.

This was so not
how I planned my life, but I wasn’t regretting it. Not in the least—and that
was weirder than everything. The past six weeks of “dating” Jack by day and
rolling in his bed at night wasn’t structured or planned.

But it was
fun
.

Was life
supposed to be
fun
? Having a baby was a serious, life-altering event. We
had to plan things and organize everything and prepare for a multitude of
changes and events and—

I grabbed a pen,
paper, and my laptop. I could make a list of things that were immediately
necessary. Doctors and more vitamins, insurance changes. One afternoon, and I’d
map out our life for the first trimester, at least. Maybe tonight I’d tackle
the second…

Jack’s car
roared up the driveway. He didn’t wait for the garage doors to open. Jack leapt
out as soon as he parked and sprinted into the house. The front door slammed
behind him, and he bellowed my name like it was Christmas morning and I was the
present waiting for him under the tree.

“Kiss?” He held
his arms out, phone in hand. I already texted him the news. He wanted more.
“Tell me it’s true.”

I held up the
three home-pregnancy tests. “It’s true.”

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
cock. Six weeks of complete and utter passion 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 fucked 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 cock
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.

God, 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 fucked in the morning. Passionate. Fast.
Demanding. I rode him, seizing the pleasure he gave. Again and again. My orgasm
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?”

“Damn right! We
should hit the town. Go out for dinner. Fuck, 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?”

God, 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, swankiest, 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 fucked, 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 fucked 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 fuck. I need to be inside
you, Kiss.”

“
Why
?”

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

Sex 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 sex 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 fuck 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
sexiest woman I’ve ever seen? That when you come you almost squeeze my cock
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 fucking thing I can think of because of
me
.
I
fucked
you. I put a baby in you. And if I don’t have you again I’m
going to go fucking 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 pussy 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 fucking.

His mounting.

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

Sex 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 clit. 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 pussy 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 pussy and celebrate what we
made
.”

And God, 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. Damn 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 clit. He
was never rough, but Jack was too big, too strong, and too raging with his own
desire to ever truly be passive. 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
fucked 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 orgasm. 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
cock, 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
cock caressed my clit. 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 cock 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 cock 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.