Bad Boy's Bridesmaid

by Sosie Frost

  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.

  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.

  “They don’t respect me.” The beer soaked through my shirt. I swore. “Think they can jerk me around. They think I’m trouble, just like her.”

  “Who?”

  “Kiss.”

  “Your girl?” Bryon laughed. “Dude, she got you so whipped you can’t even see straight. She’s the reason you can’t get respect. You’re Jack Mother-Fucking Carson. You don’t apologize for taking three sluts home. You don’t dress in prissy-ass suits and pretend you’re some high-class wannabe. You gotta be yourself to get any respect. If they know they can make you grovel…” Bryon ordered me another beer to replace the one soaking into my suit. “Fuck dude, you might as well castrate yourself.”

  He had a point. Of course, it completely countered Leah’s school of thought.

  But not like playing by the rules got me
anywhere. I was entering into the last year of my contract for a team who expected me to lead them beyond a championship and into a dynasty. But the bastards didn’t even offer to extend the terms. If I ate a sack, broke an arm, and was out for the season, fuck me. That was it. No one had a reason to sign me the following year if they thought I’d be damaged.

  The linemen were drunk already. They beat the pinball machine in the corner. It ate their quarter, and, apparently, that deserved two boots through the side of the machine. A fist pounded on top of the glass. The waitress hurried over to ask if they needed help.

  I saw it happening, but I was too slow to stop it.

  One of my men picked her up by the waist, sat her on the pinball machine. He grinned at her.

  “Hey, baby. Game’s broken. How about if I twist your buttons tonight?”

  “Let go of me!” She slapped him. “Now!”

  I shouted to my lineman, but some knight-in-shining armor hopped up from the bar and crashed into the private room. He called to my linemen, but he was just some college-aged punk who really should have looked to see who the fuck he was harassing.

  I hopped from the table as the swearing started.

  “Lay off her, man!” The kid charged.

  I pushed him away. Both of my linemen roared. I yelled, but unless I was in a uniform in front of eighty thousand screaming fans, they couldn’t give a damn what I said when pussy was on the line.

  I threw my weight at both three hundred pound men, but it wasn’t my teammates I should have avoided. Served me right trying to prevent them from pummeling the asshole.

  The douche heaved a punch aimed for one of the guys.

  He missed.

  He clocked me in the cheek, narrowly missing my nose but crunching everything else valuable I liked on my face. I took a lot of hits harder than that, but usually I was in full pads. I staggered a bit, swearing. I didn’t have time to stop the rest of my team from charging.

  In seconds the bar delved into chaos.

  And, within minutes, flashing lights and sirens raged into the parking lot.

  I hoped Leah had a long flight. This bullshit wasn’t gonna look good for me.

  Neither would the handcuffs slapped over my wrist.