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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 cock to rip through my
clenching body.

He exploded too,
the heat of his orgasm 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 cock 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.

Chapter Fourteen – Jack

Nothing greater
than a woman waiting for me outside the locker room.

It would have
been better if Leah joined me in the showers, but that would have meant my
teammates getting a look at the sexiest girl in the world. And then they would
have seen me fucking the ever-loving hell out of her.

It made more
sense to take her at home, in the privacy of my bedroom, where her cries for me
echoed for my ears only.

Leah struggled
with her blouse. Only a month into the pregnancy and her tits already swelled
and looked both ridiculous and sexy on her. Of course, they embarrassed her. It
excited me. This woman was beautiful, especially knowing it was my fault her
body shifted, softened, and, in some places, deliciously plumped.

I told her I
couldn’t wait to see her get a bump from the kid. Leah wasn’t so thrilled. She
made me swear to keep the pregnancy on the DL until we were ready to formally
announce.

“When’s your
plane leave?” I asked.

She waved me
close with a finger so she could redo my tie, earning a few knowing smirks from
my teammates heading out for the evening. “Soon. I have to go now.”

I grimaced. The
tie choked me. She finished, but I loosened it immediately.

“Come on, Kiss.
I hate this thing. Why can’t I just wear normal clothes?”

“Unless you’re
in a jersey, I want you looking like you’re ready to give a presidential
address.”

“Hard to get
these layers off.”

She smiled.
“Good. I’m going out of town. Those pants should stay on, Mr. Carson.”

If she had
asked, they’d have dropped in an instant to take her again. “You sure you gotta
go?”

“This is a
fundraiser in LA for some very important political candidates. They want to
secure movie deals for the city.” She couldn’t hide her excitement. Over the
past few weeks, I decided I didn’t want her hiding anything from me. Ever. “I
think this could be the second client that I maintain. Jolene trusts me to woo
these people.”

“Don’t woo them
too much.”

“You afraid of a
little woo?”

“Afraid of you
woo-hooing.”

“You jealous?”
She grinned.

I kissed her. “I
gotta watch out for two of you now.”

She liked that.
“The only thing we need to fear is that I’ll throw up on their shoes. Believe
me, between the morning sickness and flying, I’m going to be a mess.”

I tensed. “You
better be careful.”

“I am.”

“I want you to
stay safe. Especially since you’re—”

She hushed me as
the locker room door opened and a handful of players walked out, slapping my
shoulder and complimenting the suit and the woman who picked it out.

“Don’t say it,”
she said. “It’s still our secret.”

“You know I’m no
good at secrets.”

“You better be good
with this one.” She poked my chest. “Just for another couple weeks. Now wish me
luck.”

“Why?” I crossed
my arms. “So you can go get a client that takes up more of your time than me?
No, ma’am. I’m your number one trouble-maker.”

“Not something
to be proud of, Jack.”

“Speak for
yourself.” I winked. “Maybe I like keeping you on your toes.”

“I gotta go.”

“Like you on
your knees more.”

“Jack.”

“On your back…”

She smiled
despite her better judgment—pretty sure I was the destruction of all her
judgment.

“Enough.”

“Come here,
woman.” I tugged her close. “I want a kiss goodbye.”

“And if I say
no?”

“You’re gonna be
gone all weekend. Leave me something so I don’t miss you.”

Leah’s eyes
widened. My reaction shocked me too. I had been fucking the woman because I couldn’t
keep my hands off of her curves, imagining how she’d grow for me and how sexy
it was that I got her pregnant. But I hadn’t admitted to wishing she’d stay in
my bed for any other reason but sex.

But, damn it. I
would miss her.

She was fun.

Kept me entertained.

Straightened me
out if only because I was a slave to the slit between her legs.

She wasn’t bad
at dinner conversation either. And she had decent taste in movies and music.
She also liked to sit in the pool while I did my laps.

And she was soft
as fuck to hold, keep in my bed, and wake up to in the morning.

She was the only
woman I ever woke up with.

Leah was
dangerous territory for me, but I wasn’t ready to retreat yet.

I threaded my
fingers in hers and pulled her close. She rewarded me with a shy smile as I
kissed her, long and deep, even while a few of my teammates sauntered out of
the locker room and hooted. She tugged away with an adorable embarrassment,
hiding her eyes from the other players.

“I’ll see you
Monday morning.” She pointed at me. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Maybe.”

She huffed. “I’m
serious.”

“What could I
possibly
do while you’re gone?”

She left me with
a timid wave. “That’s what I’ve been asking myself all morning.”

“You have no
faith in me.”

“Prove me
wrong.”

“There’s no fun
in that.”

She sauntered
out of the door, wagging that beautiful ass. I expected the hand clapped on my
shoulder. At least Bryon knew to wait until Leah left before hanging around me.

“That bitch
don’t like me,” Bryon snorted. “What’d I do to her?”

“Don’t call her
a bitch.” I knocked his hand away and buttoned my suit. “Maybe getting arrested
for sexual assault gave her the wrong idea.”

“They released
me.”

“And how much is
that civil suit gonna be?”

“Man, what the
hell is with you?” Bryon frowned. “This girl gets all up on you, and suddenly
you’re not chasing pussy, you’re becoming one.”

“Just chasing
the right one.”

“And how long do
you think that’ll last?”

I hadn’t thought
about it, but I let myself hope. Probably more than I should have. I doubted
Leah had fit Jack “Trouble-Maker” Carson into her life plan.

Hopefully she’d
tolerate Jack “Baby-Maker” Carson instead.

For a long time.

I wasn’t used to
thinking of woman as something other than disposable. And I wasn’t sure what
the hell I was feeling when I looked at her, saw her, felt her. I watched her
fucking
sleep
in the morning.

And since we
found out about the pregnancy?

The sex was
unreal. More than a celebration, better than that first time I buried myself in
her and unloaded jet after jet of my seed. She
knew
me now, and she
anticipated what I liked and what I needed. I never had a woman actually care
enough to learn.

Christ, I was
sorry to see her leave for the weekend. I hated being alone. Hated being
without her.

“Dude, it’s
Friday, we gotta go out,” Bryon said. “Get out of that damn suit and let’s kick
it.”

“And piss off
Leah? Yeah, right.”

I couldn’t
ignore her only request. She knew what she was doing. Leah was the only reason
the league hadn’t suspended me for breaking that journalist’s camera on that
first date we went on. I paid him ten grand to stay the hell away from me, and
that was good enough.

“You gonna let
that woman pussy-whip you?” Bryon nudged me. “You ain’t dating her. Don’t feed
me that bullshit. Dude, I was with you that night you almost scored with three
horny little sluts. You telling me you were in a
relationship
when you
set them in your lap?”

“It’s
complicated.”

“Either you’re
banging her exclusively, or you’re fucking around the town.” He shrugged. “And
you know what you rather be doing.”

Maybe once I
did. Now I wasn’t so sure. I liked what I had with Leah, difficult and strange
as it was. And, God, did I love sheathing in that woman knowing full well what
she hid in her tummy.

“Look.” I
lowered my voice and pushed him back. “Gotta tell you something. Don’t freak
out.”

“Oh, Christ.
What the fuck did you do now?”

I couldn’t hide
my smile. “She’s pregnant.”

Bryon smacked a
hand against the wall. “Goddamn it, fool. You know better than that. Wrap that
goddamned prick you…fucking prick.” He exhaled. “You fronting her the money for
an abortion?”

Jesus fuck, the
thought paralyzed me. “Christ, it was
intentional
. We meant to have a
baby.”

“Oh…” Bryon
blinked. “
Why
?”

Wasn’t about to
get into that. “Because we wanted it. I wanted it.”

“A
baby
?”

“Yeah.”

“With that sexy
little chocolate kiss?”

“Yeah.”

Bryon grinned.
“And you knocked her up?”

“Got her on the
first cycle.”

“That’s my
boy!”
Bryon grabbed me, pulling me into a hug and slapping my shoulder. He pushed me
into the locker room and hollered for our usual gang to drop what they were
doing. “Me and my boy here are gonna go out and celebrate his latest T&A.
Who’s with us?”

Goddamn it. This
wasn’t good. I nudged him. “We’re not announcing yet. It’s like…early or
something. Women don’t talk this shit before a certain time.”

“That’s cool,
that’s cool.” Bryon pointed to me. “We just taking our Play-Maker out on the
town. Been a while. Pack it up, we going.” He lowered his voice. “You girl
ain’t cutting off your balls now that she got a kid outta you?”

I clenched my
jaw. “No.”

“Then what she
don’t know won’t hurt her. We get a drink, toast to your successful nut, and
everyone can tuck safe and sound in their beds with a slut of their choice.
Except you,
Daddy
.” Bryon cackled to himself. “You got yourself a
baby-momma to hold your leash now.”

Too bad I liked
letting Leah have that lead.

I shouldn’t have
followed, but it had been a long week. I wasn’t looking forward to going to an
empty house. Always hated the quiet, and I kicked my ass at practice. If I even
looked at the pool I’d probably drown.

I missed heading
out too. Leah was fun, but music and lights, loads of people begging for my
attention? I couldn’t resist it. What could it hurt? Wasn’t like I was gonna
hook up with anyone. Hell, I stopped hunting pussy because I didn’t
want
anyone else. I wasn’t done exploring everything Leah had to offer yet.

And since her
body would be changing for the better part of a year? I’d have a
lot
to
explore. I planned to have eight more months of fun with my
baby-momma
.

More, once the
kid came.

So one night out
wasn’t bad. A drink, some music, a few laughs. It was just a way to blow off
steam.

I agreed.

I drove myself
to our bar of choice, but I didn’t make it inside with the guys. My phone
buzzed instead.

My agent with
bad news—as always.

No new
negotiations opened. The Rivets’ general manager didn’t even return his call.

Now I really
needed a night out.

Christ, what
else did I have to do to prove to the team I was committed?

I slammed the
door to my car and stalked inside. The rest of my team shouted and waved me
from our private room. The waitresses drew straws to see who would have to
serve us tonight. The one fresh out of college, Mary or Beth or something like
that, pulled the short one. She groaned and grabbed a tray just to take our
order.

Then used it as
a shield to cover herself while Bryon’s hand curled up her shorts.

I slapped his
head and told him to pick from one of the girls sitting at the bar. They had
waited for his arrival. Bryon had them on fucking speed dial, and I hoped to
God he hadn’t paid them to show.

“No contract
yet.” I took a sip from my beer and crushed a handful of pretzels. The bar was
dim, but the waitresses groaned as a pitcher of beer tipped when two of my
offensive guards decided to arm wrestle. “They don’t fucking want me.”

Bryon slapped
the waitress’s ass. “Keep on dressing in suits and taking Miss Respectability
places, and you’ll get that hundred million.”

“Yeah. It’s not
about the money.”

“Of course it’s
about the money.”

“It’s about the
respect
.”

I pitched the
pretzels away. The beer bottle would have been next had it not jostled against
the table and spilled all over me. Bryon separated the guards after the arm
wrestling devolved into a near fist-fight.