by Sosie Frost
Jack was full of surprises.
His car pulled into the garage, but it took him longer to move now. I stood as he limped into the kitchen. He aimed for the den, but he gave up after only one step downstairs. His fingers curled into the bannister, and I darted to his side to help before he did something stupid.
“Can I get you anything?” I pointed to the fridge. “I made some dinner…but the baby didn’t like the smell of chicken tonight. I can pop it into the oven for you though. It’ll be ready in twenty. Can I get you something more comfortable to wear than the suit? Sweats okay?”
Jack set his jaw. His duffle bag crashed at his feet. “I don’t wear sweats unless I’m sick. I’m not sick. I’ll find my workout stuff.”
I took the step instead of him, pressing my hands into his chest. I wasn’t eye-level to him, not even close. And I wasn’t anywhere near intimidating, especially with my tummy swelling enough to be noticeable under the tank top, but he would listen to me. I’d make him.
“Jack Carson, go sit on the couch and rest.”
“Not in the mood to rest.”
“It’s only been a week. You can’t rush healing. Stop moping, sit down, and rest your knee.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. I never thought I’d miss his condescending smile. This welling anger wasn’t him. The moody, irritable, disheartened man wasn’t the same one who could charm with a whisper and delight with a kiss.
It wasn’t just the injury, it was everything. The coaching staff riding him. The media. The pain.
Me.
How could I bring him back?
He tried to push past. “I should do some core work.”
“You’re not working out now.”
“I have to, Kiss.” His words were too sharp. He apologized. “Look, the team is depending on me. They need me to be healthy. I have to keep training on whatever I can or else…”
He spoke so painfully, and his expression twisted.
God, he was guilty.
Jack was guilty for getting hurt.
And everyone accused him of being selfish. Including me. How wrong was I about this man?
I brushed my hands along his face, touching his hardened jaw line and the angles of his cheeks. Nothing on Jack was ever soft—not his body, never his cock—but, for once, I saw something that was.
His heart.
I caressed him, forcing those deep, steel blue eyes to look at me. “Jack, you’re going to be fine. Stay off that leg so you can go back to the team—”
“I’m missing camp. I’m missing pre-season games.”
“But you’ll be ready for the regular season. Game one, starting under center. I promise. You just need to relax.”
His lips thinned into a frustrated line. “I don’t know how to relax without…”
“Without what?”
“Going out. Getting a drink. Having a night with my friends.” He shrugged. “Can’t do that after that bar fight…”
I hoped it wasn’t just the bar fight keeping him well-behaved.
I hoped it was me and the baby and the work we did on the nursery after he came home from practice, aching and bruised but eager to build mobiles and bouncers.
I hoped it was the prospect of a nice dinner, a quiet night, a mocha milkshake with a handful of cranberries. If nothing else, Jack tolerated the weird pregnancy cravings better than I did.
But I doubted anything could truly change him. There was no reason for me to force the life I hoped he’d lead on him. Instead, I had to make home just as interesting as heading out for a night of trouble and fun.
I could do fun while pregnant.
And I could certainly do his brand of trouble…
I tugged on his hand, biting my lip just to capture his attention. “Come with me, Mr. Carson.”
He resisted my first tug, but he could never resist the shimmying promise of my hips. God only knew how much longer I could use my wiles. Soon I’d have to exploit my swelling tummy.
I had a feeling he’d like that more.
“What are you doing?” Jack’s eyes darkened as I lured him to the couch. He limped, but he didn’t complain, even as he winced before sitting.
“Just relax, Mr. Carson.”
He smirked. “Kiss, I think you’re trying to seduce me.”
“I think you’re right.”
“This some weird pregnancy thing?”
“If it was, would it matter?” I dropped to the floor before him, hands on his knees. “Be honest.”
“Absolutely not.” His voice deepened as I gently kissed along his good knee. He should have elevated it, but only one part of him perked upright. His cock bulged against the suit trousers. “I think I like you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Ravenous. On your knees. Serving me.”
“Serving you?” I arched my eyebrow. “This isn’t serving. This is…tending to your needs.”
Jack grunted as I rubbed my hands over the noticeable bulge in his pants. “How is that any different?”
“It’s much different. I’m not getting you off. I’m taking care of you.”
In more ways than just his body.
In ways I wasn’t ready to admit yet.
I slowly undid the zipper on his pants, surprised by how my mouth watered and core clenched just imagining what lurked beneath. I released his monster cock. He was thick and hard, and this perfect pleasure was the absolute perk of sharing his bed. Nothing better existed than his hands on my hips, lips on my neck, and shaft buried inside my wanting slit.
Jack groaned as I pumped him, actually bucking his hips to get closer to my mouth. It hadn’t been that long since we last touched, but it ached us both. After the fight at the fundraiser and his injury, we didn’t have time to talk about anything dangerous. We worked out our usual emotional truce in each other’s arms.
Jack burst to life in my hands. I hadn’t realized how much he needed something physical to feel whole.
Or maybe it was more than simple pleasure?
Maybe it was my touch?
That was a risky hope to an already fragile heart.
His growl thrilled me as I leisurely took his cock into my mouth, letting my lips tease softly around the head. I flicked a playful tongue along the sensitive underside. He loved that. Loved that I did it for him. Loved that I looked up at him, held those bandit blues, and pleasured him as he was meant to be savored.
He groaned my name.
Whispered his praise.
I expected him to get rough. His hand tangled in my hair, but he didn’t yank. His fingers touched my cheek. He guided me to the spot that tensed his every muscle.
“Kiss…you’re so good at this…”
It wasn’t talent. It was adoration. I took more of him into my mouth to avoid speaking.
God, I had no idea what I was doing around this man anymore. Suddenly just pleasuring him, trying to distract him from an awful day and his pain became something more.
I wasn’t helping him to relax. I worshipped his cock, memorizing every ragged breath that passed over his lips. I wanted him to feel better. I wanted him to be happy.
I just…
Wanted him.
His words stirred me, layering me in a quick heat that only served to make everything more complicated.
“Kiss…strip. Now.”
His shaft popped out of my mouth, slippery and shining with my attention. I lapped at the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that trickled from the head. More where that came from.
“What do you want, Jack?”
“See you…” He groaned as I jerked him off. “Let the see the bump. Let me see what I did to you.”
Oh, there was something absolutely primal about this. I bit my lip. “But I’m…getting bigger.”
His eyes widened, wild and aggressive. “Yeah. And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Jack helped me as best he could without moving his knee. His fingers clutched at my shorts, ripping them down. I smirked and p
ulled my top off, shivering as his attention turned feral when the bra dropped from my shoulders.
I was all curves. All natural. Soft and dark and swelling in both my chest and tummy.
His cock pulsed harder. Stiffer.
“Suck me.” His order was sharp, and it only stirred me more. “Now, Kiss. Suck me while you’re naked and carrying my baby.”
I dropped back to my knees, guided by his cautious hand so not to hurt me or the baby. That only made me want him more.
I never thought Jack Carson would care about someone else. He took his pleasure from my mouth, but he touched me with such gentleness. He whispered a sensual gratitude I longed to make him groan again.
His cock throbbed in my mouth. I licked and kissed and caressed. Sucking him off was an experience, and I proved how much I liked it by swallowing as much of his length as I could. When I drew up for air, his eyes narrowed on me.
Studying me.
Marveling at my body.
So intense. So comforting.
Was he always like this?
Was it a change? Since when was Jack Trouble-Maker Carson compassionate about others? Especially when he had his cock sucked by someone begging to let his thick flesh pump between her lips?
The damn hormones raged through me. I didn’t know whether to sit, cry, or admit how wrong I was about him.
My core heated. I needed him. I couldn’t last another second without feeling him inside me.
I sucked his cock just to earn his pleased profanity. He hardened, tensed, and was ready to reward my efforts. But Jack read my expression. He saw that desire, and it raged through him just as fierce. He helped me to my feet, but I didn’t let him move. I wiggled into his lap and he guided me over that glistening cock.
“Look at you, Kiss. No one can doubt you’re mine.”
Neither did I anymore.
His whisper sliced through me. “You want me?”
“Always.”
“How bad?”
Pure honesty. “More than I’ve ever needed you.”
His cock warmed my slit. He held me in place, staring into my eyes as I slid over him.
A single stroke and I was completely filled.
Stretched and taken and desired.
I weakened over him, but Jack was there to hold me. He captured me in his arms and groaned with me as our bodies melded the same desperate need that first crashed us together.
His hand passed to my tummy, resting over the tiny bump. His voice raged, hard and muffled against my kisses.
“Nothing sexier than this…” He flexed his hips. I gasped as his cock struck even deeper. “You straddling me, fucking me while…while…”
I arched, trying to suppress the need to explode over him. “While what?”
He moved as best he could with the injured knee. “While you’re pregnant with my baby. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Natural. How you should be. Always. Drives me crazy.”
I moved my hips against him, reveling in just how big his cock was when completely impaled in me. “I waited for you…”
He grinned. “You wanted this cock?”
“Yes.”
“Wanted it inside you?”
“Every minute of the day.”
His satisfied hiss punctuated as he slammed my hips. “There’s nothing better in this goddamned world. Let’s do this forever, Kiss. Fuck the damned championship. I only want you.”
I stilled. He didn’t. His admission fueled his ravishment. He lifted me only to force me down against his cock again and again. We both tensed and ached and murmured lost words into our kisses.
Something was changing. Everything was changing.
But I had no idea what to do or how to stop it.
Or if I even wanted to stop it.
It didn’t make sense to fight what I felt when the only thing that mattered in this world was the baby inside me and Jack plunging in my quivering core.
He’d forsake his championship for me.
What would I surrender for him?
That was easy.
Myself. All of me. Everything that I thought was important and the heart I’d feared to give before. Jack was passion and romance and sensuality, and every second I spent filled with his cock and swelling with his child made me feel...
Desired.
And with him, I was desired. Wanted. Cherished.
Maybe more. Maybe one day. Maybe if we both trusted each other and ourselves?
My feelings for Jack would damn us both, but for now I could simply take my pleasure in his arms while he moved within me.
While I came for him.
Only him.
Nothing else compared.
We crested together, my words broken in a gasp he kissed from my lips. I ached and heated and released everything in a sultry moan as his hands held me steady, firm, and tight.
I crashed to his chest and clung to his strength. His heat burst into my body, and I welcomed every jet of his seed as he grunted into my neck.
I was moved to tears, but I played it off.
“Hormones,” I whispered. “It’s nothing.”
Jack’s thumb brushed the wetness from my cheek. He stared at me, silenced as his cock pulsed another rush of heat.
Silence.
Words that didn’t come.
I caught my breath, gently brushing my lips against his. He met my kiss with the same uncertainty.
Except I was more certain of what I felt than ever.
And I hoped it wouldn’t ruin us both.
Chapter Nineteen – Jack
“Rivets back-up quarterback, Matt Harrington, is playing some spectacular ball.”
The TV cast a miserable glow over the den. It was the third show praising my back-up. Nothing else was on, not even a damned baseball game. All I had was Ainsley Ruport while he verbally sucked Matt’s cock for the millions of people watching Sport’s Nation.
“He really stepped up and took control of a decimated team. After this first pre-season game, I doubt Ironfield’s worrying about their quarterback problems.” Ainsley’s vile grin filled the screen. “And if I were Head Coach Thompson, I’d be considering a real quarterback switch. With Jack Carson’s image problem and run-ins with the law, is it worth jeopardizing the entire organization for a single player?” He winked at the camera. “This knee injury might have made the Rivets’ decision for them.”
I threw the remote. It imbedded in the flatscreen and crackled the glass. A spark flew, and the TV crashed to the ground. I stood, blinded with rage, and aimed a kick for the couch.
“Jack!”
Leah stopped me before I slammed my bad leg into the sofa. Pain ricocheted from my stupid leap to my feet. I swore as the agony raged through me. Leah rushed to help.
Like I needed her pity. I waved a hand. She surveyed the den, the TV, me.
And I knew what she would say.
“Are you that much of an idiot?”
Sounded about right.
She tried to pick up the TV but stopped as she bent over. Her tummy wasn’t big enough to get in the way yet, but her hand brushed her stomach. She sighed. “I might have to ask you to help clean up.”
“Kiss, I’ll get it. Sit down. You’re fucking pregnant.”
“I’m fine.”
“You look tired.”
“And you look like you just threw a remote through the TV.”
I snorted. “I’ll buy a new one if I don’t get cut from the team.”
“Jack, don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s true. The league is counting on it.”
I shouldn’t have paced, but sitting in the same goddamned room night after night made me crazy. The knee wouldn’t heal without moving, and I couldn’t live until I got back on the field. My legs demanded to run. My arm to throw. I couldn’t watch last season’s tapes anymore. I wanted to read a real defense.
I could handle three rushing linebackers, but this uncertainty was worse than a blitz. I had no idea what would happen
to my career or how I could fix it.
Or if it could be fixed.
I might have ruined everything.
I might have already fucked myself.
“It was one pre-season game.” Leah leaned against the couch. She fanned her face and then collapsed on the cushion, dropping her purse at her feet. “Just one. The starters only played in the first quarter. If you had been there, you’d have looked just as impressive as Matt.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t. I was on the sidelines. In fucking sweats.”
“Jack—”
“He’s a fifth round draft choice. Fifth! I was first overall. I broke records. I led the team from one of the worst records in the league to the playoffs my first year. My second year got them to the championship. This was supposed to be my season.”
“It still is.”
“Bullshit. It’s not. The league is looking for a reason to kick me out. Coach Thompson gets in my face every damn day waiting until he can make the call. And Christ…” I pointed to the wrecked TV. “The media is salivating for the moment I make one tiny, fucking mistake.”
Leah folded her hands in her lap. “You know you made a lot of mistakes in the past.”
“I’ve changed!”
“It takes time to repair a reputation. You can’t flip a switch, decide you’re changed and expect everyone to accept it.” She smirked. “If that were the case, I’d be out of a job.”
“But you know I’ve changed.” I stared at her, watching as her perfect lips parted. “Don’t you?”
Those big, chocolate eyes glanced away too quickly.
Un-fucking-real.
My heart pounded so hard I blood nearly dripped from my ears. “You don’t believe that I’ve changed.”
Leah extended a hand. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
“We’ve only really been…” She cleared her throat. “I’ve only known the real you for a few months.”
“Yeah. For as long as you’ve been carrying my baby.”
Leah’s jaw set. “That’s not fair.”
“I was good enough to give you a child.”
“I never said you weren’t a good man.”
“You never said it out loud.” I paced, despite the pain in my knee. “The team has no faith in me. The league thinks I’m a piece of shit. What about you?”
