Bad Boy's Baby (16 page)

She was about to get into major trouble from her favorite trouble-maker.

She came again. Hard. Quivering. Her heat completely enveloped my cock.

“I can’t…” She panted for me, her arm stretching out and grasping the blanket. “This is so…”

“Just enjoy it.”

“So much…”

“Ever been fucked like this?”

“God, no…”

Yeah, me either. I felt the same way, down to needing to clench something in my fist. My fingers sunk into the pillow because I didn’t trust grabbing her fragile, beautiful fingers. I hardly recognized myself or my strength, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt the woman giving me the most amazing gift of my life.

I had never fucked a woman bare before. It was a good thing I did it with her. If I had known how goddamned amazing it felt fucking a woman without the burden of a rubber barrier...

I never thought it’d feel that good to bury inside a woman when I came.

No. How good it felt to come inside
Leah
.

My orgasm was once the only part of sex that mattered. Not anymore. I wanted to watch her come. I needed to see that quake of her shoulders and hear the groan from her lips.

Nothing existed more beautiful than her pleasure.

Except…what would come from tonight.

Her body would change because of me. She’d grow a little life inside of her because of me. We had a connection now…because of me.

I ground harder against her, taking my fill of her body, of her heat, of everything she offered and what she didn’t realize she gave. I never felt these sort of things with the women I fucked. I never imagined a future where I’d ask one to carry my child.

Fuck, I never considered having a baby before.

And it wasn’t some PR stunt. It wasn’t just a reason to save my ass. If it made me look responsible, fine. But that little life would be
mine
.

Same as Leah.

And I wanted it so goddamned bad I fucked myself into oblivion and back.

“Jack…”

Her voice flooded my thoughts, echoing in my head with the delicious little mew. She sounded almost pained, waiting, wanting me to fuck her harder and crash her over yet another peak that would render her utterly spent beneath me. “Come with me.”

“You sure, Kiss? Want me to stop?”

“No…”

“Want me to come?”

“
Yes
.”

Leah moaned, shifting her hips as if I wasn’t already hitting the deepest part of her. I slammed into her body, knocking the air from her chest in a quick gasp. She clung to the mattress as I rutted. It wasn’t fair to use my full strength against her, but this woman conquered me from the moment she first kissed me. She brought me to my knees to taste her. And now? I finally erupted inside her, but she was the one who tore through my heart, beat at my soul, and rent every muscle that made me stronger, bigger, faster than my opponents.

Leah destroyed me from the inside out.

Why didn’t it bother me?

Why did it feel so…right?

“Where am I coming?” I grunted in her ear, each syllable punctuated with a deeper, harder thrust. “Where do you want me to come?”

“In…inside me.”

“In your pussy?”

“Fuck me, yes. There.”

“Why in your pussy?”

She stiffened, but I knew she hadn’t forgotten our purpose. We dissolved our willpower and lost our dignity as we fucked like animals. We bred. We mated. Every thrust indebted her to me because I gave her that seed and the orgasm that milked it from me.

And yet I was the one begging. I needed this woman more than anything.

Nothing would ever drive her from my arms.

Nothing.

“Tell me what you want…” I grunted. “Tell me, Leah.”

“
You
. I want you.”

“Will you keep that seed inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“God, yes, Jack.”

“What do you want?”

“I want…I need…” She surrendered. “Please fuck me. Give me your baby.”

At least she was honest.

It broke my mind. I surrendered to that bestial urge, too fucking humbled and
grateful
that
this woman let me fuck her. I’d do anything she wanted,
anything
, and it wouldn’t be enough until I heard her tell me she’d be mine.

And I wouldn’t believe her until she proved it.

Until she grew with my child.

Nothing would stop that from happening now.

The tingling began in my cock, creeping through my spine. I grunted, pounding into her, using her ravaged body as a little toy to pump a surge of heat inside her. Another load of my seed rushed deep within her womb, and I jammed my cock in as far as her body yielded. Our skin touched, bare flesh to bare flesh, and my balls slapped hard against her slit.

Every wave of my orgasm drained me.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I clung to her as the only way to tether me to the world. Leah accepted all of me as she shuddered in weak and exhausted pleasure again. We both collapsed.

Finally done.

Shattered.

Aching.

Enthralled.

I didn’t pull out from her. I’d never withdraw my cock from her again if I didn’t have to. We rolled onto our sides, and my cock kept her stuffed full of everything I offered.

She stilled in my arms, but her breathing shuddered as the aftershocks of our fucking stole her voice. She closed her eyes, her hands gripping my solid arm pinning her to me.

This wasn’t like
anything
I ever experienced.

I never felt this close to anyone. Never had such pleasure. I let her rest against my strength. She had every permission to sleep and enjoy the pure bliss that crashed over us after the sex.

Fucking.

Love-making
?

Whatever just happened wasn’t normal.

Or maybe it was? Maybe
this
was how couples actually experienced passion and sex?

I wouldn’t know. I never had anything but the mindless fun. Straight physical reactions from lips around my cock or a pussy separated from me by rubber. Hell, I never talked to the girls I fucked. I never even learned their names.

But I knew
this
woman. I knew
Leah
. And that made sex…better.

I fucked her naturally, without protection. Christ. The protection I needed wasn’t a condom. No one warned me about the insanity that was slipping inside a woman who stirred everything inside me. She got in my head, fucked everything up, and left me a mess to sort out.

Sex used to clear my mind so I could focus on winning, succeeding, championships.

Now I wanted more. This. Closeness. The
understanding
between the two of us. We fucked like animals in heat, and we used each other to get exactly what we had wanted, and we joined to create something amazing…

But it wasn’t just
sex
. I liked it.

I pulled the covers over her trembling form, held her tighter against me, and I watched Leah drift into a peaceful sleep.

Something changed inside me. Something big. Something important.

And it was as fucking exhilarating as it was terrifying.

Chapter Eleven – Leah

I woke stiff and exhausted and…sticky.

Very
sticky.

Everywhere. My thighs. My slit. The sheets.

Jack wasn’t in the bed—thank
God
. I slipped from the blankets, stood on wobbly legs, and surveyed the mess. At least I could assess the damage without him watching and flashing that knowing smile.  

Not like I hadn’t earned it last night. That gorgeous, cocky smirk overwhelmed me when I was under him, conquered me when I rode him, and dominated me even as I crushed my body against his to harden his cock once more. I’d wanted him to take me again and again.

I got my way.

Three times. Maybe four?

I couldn’t even remember. The night was a blur of pleasure, energy, and undeniable, unquenchable need. I had never, ever experienced anything so erotic or insane or unbelievably sexy.

Now the sun rose. I was supposed to return to my normal state of respectability and repression.

But how could I handle the man who turned me from responsible, controlled Leah into a crazed sex kitten? I remembered my demands. Bare cocks. Coming inside. Orgasms.

Babies.

Oh, God. I was a mess. My core still heated. It was sticky too.

I had unprotected sex. A
lot
of it.

But I didn’t have any regrets. That was the strange part, especially since I was usually suffering in shame after my nights with Wyatt. Even after dating for so long, we only ever had sex under the covers, carefully and slowly and
always
with a condom. The last thing either of us wanted was a mistake that would ruin our judiciously crafted lives.

Well, that life-plan ruined before it began. Now I’d have a baby at twenty-four with the star, playboy quarterback of the Ironfield Rivets. It was as good a plan as any, especially since it meant sex with a man who dominated my body with the same ease he ruled the football field.

I checked my phone. Eight o’clock. At least it was a Saturday or I’d have one hell of a time explaining my tardiness to Jolene.
No, sorry, I was getting my brains fucked out by Jack Carson last night. Nope, we weren’t careful at all! I took so much of his seed inside me, I’m still dripping this morning…

Christ, that thought shouldn’t have gotten me hot. But it did. Horribly. Shamefully.

I let my fingers glide over the slickness between my legs—some of it mine, most of it Jack’s. My clit throbbed under my touch, and every little bump nearly drove the air from my lungs.

I was still sensitive. Still wanting.

This was trouble waiting to happen, and I’d have to leave the safety of the bedroom to confront the trouble-maker himself.

I rinsed off in his expensive, beautiful shower with more soaps and oils, dials and temperature settings than a man like Jack Carson ever needed. The spa tub looked comfortable though. A good soaking tub was a quarterback’s best friend on Monday mornings. Also, a bottle of aspirin. And, of course, I remembered Jack telling me he often added a
blow-job
to his recommended prescriptions.

It shouldn’t have tingled me to think that maybe I’d be the one giving him that small comfort after a hard game.

I had nothing to wear, so I stole one of his shirts, the first thing my fingers brushed from the drawer. Of course it was a jersey. Wearing it would only boost his ego, but after last night? Maybe he deserved that swagger.

The jersey was long enough to cover my behind. The black and crimson stripes looked better on him, but at least it’d shield most of my nudity from the man.

Not like I wasn’t seared into his memory by now.

He’d be forever in my mind.

I tip-toed into the kitchen. He flipped pancakes and crisped bacon, bare-chested. It was as good an image as last night’s tensing muscles and dark tattoos cradling my body. I slipped onto a stool at the kitchen island, marveling at the brand new stove top, counters, and appliances that lined a professional grade kitchen.

Jack was planning to say something smart. He glanced once over the jersey and his grin turned wicked.

“Holy fuck, Kiss, you have no idea how bad I wanna fuck you while you wear that.”

I tugged at the material, feigning disinterest with the name of his league rival. “I was looking for a Tim Morgan jersey, but I figured yours would do.”

Teasing him didn’t have the intended consequence. His cock hardened, tenting his boxers. The spatula cast onto the counter, and he leapt at me, forcing me into a kiss.

Everything inside of me melted, but I wasn’t ready to lose myself into that reckless, consuming passion again.

We probably needed to talk.

I thought so.

Maybe?

What was left to talk about? We agreed to make a baby. We had sex. Now the bacon was burning.

I slipped from his arms to take his post in front of the stove, my bare feet chilled on the cold tile. It was the only part of me cold. Everywhere else burned like I struck myself with the grease.

I flipped the pancakes as Jack’s hands wove over my hips. The heat turned to an inferno, and I whimpered as his lips brushed against my neck. He had bitten there last night. Now his mouth grazed over the sensitive little bruises and nips. Apologizing. Re-energizing. Seducing me all over again.

I had no idea what to say to him, or how to even begin when my words dissolved into a sensual purr. I whispered his name. His grip tightened on me.

“Did you have fun last night?” His whisper ached my core.

His thick arms circled me, holding me, pinning me against the solid strength of his flexing, bare chest. It was almost too much. My mouth dried. I nodded instead.

“Do you regret it?”

I licked my lips, wishing he’d kiss me instead of making me talk.

“Absolutely not,” I said.

I heard Jack’s grin through his words, muffled in the sensitive hollow of my throat. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hurt me?”

“I took you harder than I planned.” He switched off the stove and lifted me up, setting me on the counter if only so he could move between my legs again. His blue-eyes flashed, mischievous, the gaze of a rogue looking to steal what he had already taken. “You turned me into an animal, Kiss. Couldn’t contain myself.”

“I survived.”

“Wish I had. Can’t stop thinking about you. If you knew how hard I was…”

I knew very well how hard he was. I felt it pressing against me. I arched an eyebrow.

“You still want more?” I asked. “Even after all of last night?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Jack’s fingers grazed my bare leg, tickling up to the hem of the jersey. “Tell me that wasn’t the best sex of your life.”

“Aren’t you a little smug?”

“I deserve to be. I rocked your world.”

I rolled my eyes. “Good Lord, Jack. You think everyone’s world revolves around you.”

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you aren’t still weak in the knees and wetter than hell because of me.”

He knew the answer to that. I looked down, but my gaze fell only to the definition of his broad chest. The man was pure muscle, absolutely rock hard in every place his body had laid over mine.