Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) (36 page)

“Hello,” I said.

“Did you see the game?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, “these are some
rough
away games.”

The phone was silent for a moment, even though I could hear the guys cheering in the background.

“I’ll be home in two weeks, can I see you?”

I was surprised he said so this soon.

“Fine,” I said, “but don’t expect me to be in a good mood.”

“That’s
okay;
I just wanted to talk and maybe get a drink.”

“You’re buying,” I said as I ended the call.

I could feel my mood beginning to improve. 

7.

It wasn’t until Wednesday that I went to see my doctor.  I’d had morning sickness for the last few days and was getting
really tired
of it.  She walked back into the room with a cheesy smile on her
face,
and I started to laugh uncomfortably.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” she said.

“Congratulations for what,” I asked.

“You’re going to be a mother.”

I almost started choking on my
own
saliva when she said it.

“No, really
?  I don’t want to be a mother,” I said.

Her smile dissipated a bit.

“Well, if you’d like, we can discuss options for terminating the pregnancy,” she said.

“I don’t want that either,” I said, shaking my head, “
I
don’t know what I want.  Give me some time to think about this before I do anything, would you?”

She nodded and handed me some pamphlets.  I stuffed them into my purse and just walked out. 

I was pregnant, and here I thought I was doing so well with birth control.  I contemplated calling Jake right away, but then I didn’t.  I had a feeling that he had little to no interest in starting a family, especially considering his situation with Monica. 

I stayed silent for the next couple of weeks.  We still talked a few
times,
and it seemed that he was interested in rekindling our romance.  I was interested in doing so as well; it had been long enough without him.

I was the first person he called when the team plane landed at the airport.  He wanted to see me right away.  So I decided to indulge him.

I went to the bathroom at work again, being careful to lock it behind me.  I stripped off my top and leaned towards the mirror, giving my best
‘
fuck-me
’ face, and sent the photo.

Before I started putting my top back on, I heard the stall behind me click
open,
and I froze.  Monica, of all people, was in the bathroom with me.  I reached down and grabbed my top as she started washing her hands.

“Don’t feel so embarrassed, we’ve all done it at some point,” she said.

“What brings you to the agency, I didn’t think you were a client,” I said.

She pulled a lipstick out of her
handbag
and began to draw a line over her lip.

“I’m not, but my soon to be husband is.  He’s talking to Martin right now.”

“Ah, that makes a lot more sense now.”

“So, who’s the man on the receiving end of that photo?  He must be pretty eager if you’re sending him something like that.”

I held back a laugh as I thought about the coincidence.

“I don’t
think I can
say, Agent client confidentiality and all,” I said with a smile and a wink.

With the worst timing possible, my phone started to vibrate.  Jake’s photo popped up on the screen in full view of my current company.

I tried to snag it before she saw but the damage
was done
.

“Jake?  Why is he texting you?”

“He’s my client, why wouldn’t he be texting me,” I said, trying my best to deflect her suspicion.

A click of realization shot across her
face,
then a scowl took its place.

“How long were you sleeping with him, you little slut.  You must be the reason he wasn’t interested in marrying me.”

I picked up my bag and started backing towards the door, but she advanced on me
quickly
.

“Tell me!  You piece of trash,” she said while grabbing my hair.  She wasn’t very strong, which was good for me.  I grabbed a hold of my hair and put a foot
to
her stomach and pushed her away. 

She fell to the floor and looked up at me with rage in her face.

“I’ll have your job for this!  I know the
owner,
and he won’t let you stay here after I’ve had a chat with him!”

I was already unlocking the door and making my way out as quickly as I could. 
She followed me, trying her best to catch up, but I was quicker.

I hopped in a taxi and headed straight to Jake’s apartment.  He hadn’t arrived back from the airport yet, so I waited in the lobby downstairs. 

I twisted my phone through my hands, nervous.  I waited for a call from Martin, thinking he’d be furious with me.  My head was starting to feel a little woozy when the door opened.

Jake stood there with his bag in tow.  I stood up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him in a big hug. 

It must have been unexpected to him, but he still held me back. 

“I need to take my mind off today, think you can do it?” 

He just picked me up and cradled me in his arms as we rode the elevator up.  I leaned in and kissed him as though it were the first time.  It felt like my heart would burst out of my chest.

Inside his
apartment,
I could hardly contain myself.  I was already clawing at his back trying to take his shirt off.  He threw me down on the couch and dropped his bag. 

I undid my blouse, regretting wearing something with so many buttons on it today.  He threw his shirt to the floor and walked towards me while I was still trying to unbutton.  It didn’t look like he cared; he just pulled the shirt away and lifted my chest up to face.  I tugged my bra off and tossed it aside.

He was like a hungry dog ready to eat, and I didn’t mind feeling like his meal.  He took my nipples into his tongue as I worked at the zipper on my pants. 

He kept pulling me in closer so he could devour me.  His passion turned me on more, and in his
impatience,
he yanked my pants off.  I had almost soaked my underwear through, thinking about his sweaty shape on top of me again.

I shoved my hand down the front of his pants to feel his manhood again.  He was bigger than I remembered, and I thought about it inside me again.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me into the air until I was sitting on his shoulders.  With his
mouth,
he pulled aside my panties and started to lick along my slit.  With every flick of his
tongue,
I felt sensations shoot into my legs.  I held onto his head for dear
life
and pulled his tongue into my sex further.

He lapped up my juices and kept begging for more; I hadn’t been aroused this much before that I can remember.  I felt my muscles start to tense up as an orgasm wracked me with ecstasy. 

Jake could
tell
as I let out a loud moan.  Then he started lowering me back down.  Once I
was finally face
to face with
him,
I leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth.  I could taste my sex on his breath.  I wrapped my legs around his lower body, trying to hold myself in place. 

He walked, while we kissed, towards the bedroom.  He continued to fondle my ass as we walked, holding on tight.  I don’t think he could see too well because we kept knocking things over as we went.  I didn’t want to wait till we got to the bedroom but I had no say in the matter.

With a
push,
he shoved me to the bed, and I peeled off the soaked panties.  He tore off his
pants,
and I could see his throbbing erection, as a monster about to consume me
completely
.  I urged him closer.

He fell to the
bed
and crawled to me on all fours.

“I have been waiting for this for too long,” he said.

He pushed me into the silk sheets and started kissing me up and down.  Then I started feeling his manhood waiting at my entrance.  I took the
initiative,
this time, wrapping my legs around him and pulling myself onto him.  With what felt like a pop, I could feel the entirety of his member tear me open.  I winced in pain, but it subsided just as fast. 

For a moment we just lied there, feeling
each-others
most intimate of places and enjoying each second.  But, he wanted more.  I gave it to him. 

I leaned up, forcing him to his back, straddling him with my legs.  Then I started to ride, up and down.  Letting him almost come all the way out before thrusting him back inside. 
He felt so big, and each thrust sent shivers down my spine, and to my toes.
 

The two of us moaned as I strode along the length of his shaft.  It didn’t feel like a slow build
today;
it just felt like an explosion in my head that traveled down to my private parts.  The muscles inside me clenched and started to choke his manhood.

He exploded inside me, and I still wanted more. 

I kept riding up and down, as our
juices
mixed together
on the bed.  I felt another orgasm take hold of me, and I shuddered but still I kept going.  By now I wasn’t pulling in and
out
but was just moving my hips around in circles. 

It didn’t last long though as I didn’t have any energy left to continue, so I laid myself down on his bare chest; collapsing into this perfect moment.

8.

We both woke up at about the same time.  My legs felt like dead weight, so I rolled over
on
the pillows.  He laughed, and I did the same.

“What’s the plan for today?” I asked.

“Breakfast, I think,” he replied.

He stood up and turned to see me still laid out on the bed, and something stirred inside him.  He joined me
again,
and we enjoyed ourselves again in the morning. 

After the last night, though, I had almost nothing left.  He had worn me out in entirety.  It was another couple hours before we
were dressed
and sitting at a breakfast table just down the block. 

“Tell me, what kept you occupied while I was in the away games,” he asked.

I stared at the menu and couldn’t think of what to tell him.

“I worked,” I replied, “it seems there’s always something that needs to
be done
at the agency.” 

“Seems reasonable,” he replied.

“How was the girl at your first away game,” I asked, with more than a little resentment.

“She wasn’t,” he said, “she was ready and
able,
and
she
wanted to do some
really
kinky stuff, but she wasn’t you.” 

I
blushed
and did my best to hide
myself
behind the menu.

“After our fight from before, I wanted to do something crazy to prove to myself that I
could, but
when the time came I just didn’t have the interest.”

I couldn’t hide the truth from him any
longer;
he needed to know. 

“Jake, I have something rather important to tell you,” I started.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“I visited the doctor about two weeks ago; I was having morning sickness and didn’t know what was going on.  I’m a little embarrassed to say that I’m pregnant.”

He pulled the menu out of my hand to see my face.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked.

I nodded.

He leaned back in his chair and set the menu back on the table.

“Well, no big deal, you’re going to terminate it, right?” he said with a casual attitude.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; he wanted to tell me what
I
should do with my pregnancy, maybe I should tell him where he can put his opinions.

“Now that you bring it up, I think I’ll just keep it.  It’s not like you wanted to be a father.  I’m not ready to be a mother, but I’m willing to try.  If you want to go off and fuck cheerleaders, go ahead.  I’ll just be taking care of your illegitimate child.”

I stood up and grabbed my things.  I think more than enough people could hear what was going on, and I knew I had made a mistake by talking about it so cavalier over breakfast.  I did my best to hide my face as I walked out of the restaurant.