The Baby He Wants: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (11 page)

“
And
she thought about it; and at the benefit dinner that you gate crashed
she agreed to be my bride.”

Ava
nodded her understanding. “I see,” she said hunching
lower in her seat. “And you feel my presence and pregnancy
might impede that huh? You want me to be your lil secret?”
There was bitterness in her voice.

Tristan
shook his head. “You don’t get me. The fact that you’re
having my baby is a miracle. It’s a gift I never expected. I
might never be able to have another! But Savannah and I have been
destined since I don’t know when. It's just; I don’t know
how to go about things so nobody gets the short end of the stick.”

“
And
you want me to help you decide?” Ava asked.

“
No.
I just want you to understand what I’m going through. There are
people I have to speak to. Arrangements that have to be made. It
might take some time. But I want you and I to be able to keep
talking. I want to support you; go with you for your clinics…do
you have a doctor yet?”

Ava
hesitated, not wanting to seem irresponsible by explaining the method
to her madness, “Er, I will have a doctor when school starts in
a week or so.”

Tristan
nodded, “Do you mind if I find you someone else? Maybe a more
specialized doctor?”

“
Well,
I figured the campus doctors have a lot of experience with pregnant
women…”

“
Okay
yeah, but I thought that you know, in case of anything; maybe you
could get on my healthcare? It covers a really wide range of
situations.”

Ava
shook her head. “This is really not necessary,” she said
causing Tristan to raise his hands in surrender.

“
Whatever
you say,” he said.

Ava
nodded and they studied each other curiously.

“
You’re
glowing,” Tristan said.

“
Oh?”
Ava replied.

“
Yeah,”
Tristan whispered.

There
was mustard smudged across Ava's face, a smear of goo and yellow. A
shadow in her eyes said that the little girl had finally grown up.
Tristan still wanted her, ached for her bone-deep. Two months without
seeing her had not dispelled that curious…
thing
they had between them. Ava, all long legs and laid back attitude,
hair still caught up untidily atop her head…it looked longer
than it had before…no sign yet that she carried his seed
within her – Tristan went a little crazy just looking at
Ava.
This was not how Tristan had envisioned his life. His
expectations had kept shifting from one moment to the next ever since
he took that damned blood test. First, he was condemned to
childlessness and then he’d met Ava. She was a bubble of
unreality in his sea of depression; a port in the storm. He’d
come back to his life ready to face the music and the future. To do
everything he could to make this new reality work. And then here was
Ava again, throwing another spanner in the works; and looking
criminally gorgeous while she did so.
"Hey, Tristan."
Ava's tongue flickered over her unsmiling lips, leaving them moist.
"Since you’re kind of engaged to another woman you might
want to refrain from looking at me like that."
Tristan
shifted in his chair and took a moment before responding; if Ava
wanted to act like nothing was happening here, then Tristan was gonna
be damn well sure his own voice didn't betray him when he
answered.
"Like Jensen said, nothing has been set in stone,
and nobody’s gone down on one knee yet."
It's not quite
enough. There's still a crackle of barely restrained fear there,
reluctant desire and frustration. Ava didn’t respond to it,
just lifted her shoulder in half a shrug and flashed a smirk as
feeble and fake as their conversation.
"Sure, denial usually
works really well in the long run." She said.
They went quiet
again and Tristan tried to get a grip. He tried to stop the noise in
his head, tried to ignore the sudden thrum of blood that told him to
kissfuckbreak
and
then he let go. Because this was Ava and all Tristan's self-control
and composure seemed to disappear when it came to her.
He sprung
from his seat and his long-legged stride ate up the distance between
them before Ava could even think of backing away. His hand curled
about Ava's throat like it belonged there, her jugular pressed
against the thin webbing of skin where thumb swept into finger.
Ava's
breath caught but her eyes widened only for a second, honey brown and
shining. Her hand came up to settle on Tristan's, her lips moved to
speak and Tristan had enough. He grabbed Ava's wrist and yanked it
behind his back, pushing until Ava stumbled into him. And before any
stupid, worthless words can come tumbling out of Ava's
pretty,
pretty
mouth, Tristan took it as his
own and kissed past the excuses.
He bit his way past Ava's lips,
sharp teeth worrying the full curve of them until Ava opened up for
him. He didn't know if the desperate noises Ava was making were about
pain or arousal, didn't care. All that mattered was that Ava gave it
up to him, gave in. Surrendered, to this at least.
The kiss drove
Ava backwards, until her back slammed gently into the wall and
Tristan's mouth was still on hers, tongue fucking past her slack
lips, hardness of his cock riding the angular line of Ava's hipbone,
as if they could somehow be fucking if Tristan was just hungry
enough.
Ava jerked her head to the side and dragged in breath.
Tristan could feel her shivering and his grip on her tightened
instinctively. He left Ava's mouth looking soft and dark and bruised.
He wanted to fuck Ava's mouth, push her down onto her knees and grind
Ava's face into his lap, until every time she breathed she'd be
sucking Tristan deeper. He wanted to lick Ava's lips, feather them
with delicate kisses that would beg for a second chance, better than
any words Tristan could come up with.
"You didn’t
call," Tristan whispered against Ava's temple.
He watched
Ava's eyes flutter shut, coal-dark lashesm a smudge on her cheeks. He
thought he’d put her behind him. He really had…but found
that somewhere beneath his assumptions sat a little wound of hurt
that she’d forgotten him so easily. That she hadn’t tried
to get in touch.
"We agreed that it was just for the
weekend."
"And that’s really all you wanted?"

“
I
wanted you,” Ava shrugged. “But having a guy like you for
one weekend is really the best a girl can hope for if she doesn’t
want her heart broken into teeny tiny pieces.”

“
So
all you wanted was some guy to 'wham bam thank you ma’am'. See
you when you see me?”
Ava looked sharply at him. Then she
tilted her face back towards Tristan, wordlessly offering her mouth
again. An answer was almost more important to Tristan than more
kissing but it'd been two months and he thought he'd need to be
kissing Ava for another three years simply to get over it. He did not
expect this at all.
He walked Ava backwards into his bedroom,
mouth on her jaw and throat, hands moving reverently, desperately
over her. The back of Ava's knees hit the bed and Tristan pushed her
down. When he started undressing her, he was gentle, careful, but the
more café au lait skin he uncovered, the rougher he became.
Ava was so pliant, letting him take what he wanted. The ragdoll
limpness was contradicted by the pin-pointedness of her nipples;
standing to attention.
Pretending was useless. Tristan
knew
.
Tristan knew he got under Ava's skin just like Ava got under his.
Tristan's knuckles skimmed the taut muscle of Ava's lower belly
and instantly, Ava's legs fell open for him. Ava closed her eyes,
turned her face away. A rosy glow crept along her cheekbones as if
she was embarrassed. She probably was. This had to be terribly
conflicting for her; especially after everything she’d just
heard. Tristan wondered why he wasn’t more conflicted
himself.
"Just relax and lay back," Tristan whispered.
He worked slick fingers into Ava, working her open for his cock. He'd
be more gentle but it'd been two months. If Ava ended up being fucked
sore she could blame it on all the delayed gratification. "There
hasn’t been anyone else since you," he felt the need to
point out.
Ava made a short, hacking sound that Tristan chose to
interpret as laughter. It cut off into swearing and panting for
breath as Tristan lifted her body and dragged her down the bed and
onto his cock.
It was that first moment of penetration, of
sinking into Ava, that second when the head of Tristan's cock pushed
past all resistance and into her, that gave Tristan a rush of drunken
madness. He discovered that he loved to spread the swollen lips of
Ava's entrance apart and watch her stretch around him. He thought he
could spend hours just watching his cock slide back and forth into
Ava's swollen, glistening hole.
But
two
months
and Tristan couldn’t give
himself time to enjoy it. Can only
take,
take, take
. He fucked up into Ava like
he meant to break her. Ava scrabbled at the sheet for something to
brace against as Tristan's thrusts slammed her back up the bed.
"You
stayed away," Tristan mumbled into her ear. He pressed down into
Ava, spine curving as he worked his hips fiercely because he needed
to be deeper inside Ava, needed to make sure it'd still be hurting
should Ava even think of walking away. "Where did you go? I
looked for you. Were you hiding from me? Haven't I only ever been
good to you?"
His teeth grazed over the delicate skin at
Ava's throat, tongue flickering briefly over her pulse, before his
teeth sunk in. Ava thrashed beneath him, her fingers grabbing at the
back of Tristan's neck like she wanted to pull him off. The sounds
she made were definitely pained but Tristan bit harder, gnawed at the
flesh until Ava went limp.
Tristan pounded his cock into her, his
hands curling about the sharpness of Ava's hips and yanking her up to
meet his thrusts. He bit down again, into the hickey that was already
forming. He could taste Ava in his mouth, feel the two-month old fear
easing as he fucked it away in Ava. His body has felt tight with
tension since Ava disappeared but the longer he had his cock in Ava,
the more it melted away.
By the time he came, he felt safe and
happy again. He groaned against Ava's mouth as he lazily rode out the
end of it. His cock slipped free with an obscene, moist sound and he
paused to watch his come trickle from Ava's hole. Trailing his
fingertip over the flushed, hot skin he scooped up his come so he
could push it back inside Ava. Where it belonged.
Two
months
.
Ava moaned as Tristan's
fingertip prodded at her abused hole and she tried to shift away,
which meant Tristan instantly had to be crawling over her, pinning
her down with his body. He kissed Ava languidly as his hand closed
over her breast and gently kneaded it. Ava lay in exhausted
repletion.
"Did I break you, baby?" Tristan asked, smile
tugging at his lips.
Ava's eyes were hooded, blissed-out, but they
tracked to Tristan at his question. Ava was how Tristan liked her
best, freshly fucked, bruised and boneless.
Here
.
He licked at Ava's lips until he could slip his tongue into her mouth
once more.
"Yeah, you did. For a while," Ava said, when
Tristan let her have her mouth back. "I got it together."
She
might have said more but Tristan's hand was insistent at her breasts
and she pushed up into his touch, hips jerking, needy. Her face
crumpled into some kind of anguish that Tristan didn't understand as
she looked at him. Her lip caught between her teeth and the dim light
in the room caught on the tears in Ava's eyes. Even as Tristan was
staring at her, stricken, Ava was stretching up to be kissed again.
They didn't talk again that night. They slept for a few hours, fucked
again just before the sun came up in the sky.

Tristan
walked into the kitchen to find Jensen making coffee. His assistant
cast him a meaningful glance as he prepared a plate of pastries.

“
Don’t
judge me,” Tristan said as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

“
I
said nothing,” Jensen replied neutrally.

“
Not
with your mouth,” Tristan complained.

“
So…you’re
going to make up imaginary comments, ascribe them to me then snark at
me for them?” Jensen deadpanned.

“
Pretty
much, yeah,” Tristan replied. “After all, I know what
you’re thinking.”

“
What
am I thinking?”

“
You’re
thinking that I’m complicating my life unnecessarily and that
Ava is probably using me for her own ends.”

“
You
said it, not me,” Jensen replied. Tristan was silent, pouring
his coffee as if it demanded all his attention. They heard footsteps
shuffling along the hall.

Ava
looked pale that morning, like the last thing she wanted to do was
drag herself away from bed. She slumped over the kitchen counter and
picked at the pastries Jensen had left in the basket and disappeared
somewhere.
Tristan eyed her worriedly. "You kinda look like
shit."
Ava shook her head and yawned. "Nah, m'just
tired. Need more coffee. Good morning to you too."
His driver
honked his horn from outside, but Tristan lingered. Ava would be
picked up a little later, and dropped off wherever she wanted because
Tristan still had to show up for work. For some reason, he didn't
really want to leave Ava while she looked so crappy, which was
stupid. "You should eat breakfast, at least. Most important
meal, yadda yadda."
Ava pulled a reluctant face and poked at
her pastry, and Tristan frowned. "You should--"
The
driver honked again, and Ava cracked a smile. "Go to work,
Mom
,
I'm fine. Fresh air'll wake me up. Go."
Only slightly
reassured, Tristan left, turning back as he reached the door; but Ava
took a big meaningful bite of toast, eyebrows raised, so he grinned
and went.