Sex, Vows & Babies: Claim Me, Baby (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Heather Stone

  I don’t bother responding, it’s pretty obvious where I’m going and why. I need to get somewhere private and fast. Thank God for dive-bars. They rarely have multistall restrooms, and Jumpin’ Jacks is no exception. I slam the door shut behind me, leaning against it, willing my anxiety to subside.

  “God, you’re a mess,” I mutter.

  Turning on the tap, I grab a paper towel to dab at my beer-soaked outfit. After a few minutes I have calmed down and no longer smell quite as putrid.

  Embarrassed or not, I refuse to hang out in this dingy bathroom all night. I take a few deep breaths and open the door to return to my table. Rounding the corner into the hall, I walk right into a firm body. Strong arms envelop me, keeping my body steady.

  “Whoa there. You okay?” A baritone reaches my ears, sending chills throughout my body. I look up into the blue eyes that had met mine earlier. It’s him.

  He spins me so that my back is against the wall and I’m thoroughly cocooned and unable to make my escape.

  “Are you okay?” he repeats.

  “I’m fine,” I stutter. “I-I was just heading back to my beer.” A grin breaks out across his chiseled face.

  “I’m pretty sure your beer is all over the floor back there.”

  I groan. “Saw that, did you?”

  He chuckles. “The whole bar saw it, sweetheart.” That endearment and the way he says it sends butterflies soaring in my stomach.

  “Guess I better get another beer,” I say lamely, biting on my lip so I don’t say anything else that’s ridiculous.

  His proximity has my entire body warm with need. I may be off the market, but I’m not dead. This man is beyond anything I’ve ever seen. He screams sex and dominance.

  I inhale his scent and moan against my will. His pupils dilate. My tongue darts out, swiping a slow line across my bottom lip. Every ounce of me is screaming to cross the small distance separating us and kiss him. His hand comes up to move a strand of my hair out of my face. His hand traces a line down my cheek, stopping at my jaw. His pinky traces the corner of my lip. Without thinking, I bite down lightly onto it. His primal groan causes moisture to collect in my panties. The smell of my arousal evident to me.

  He leans down to my ear.

  “You want me. I can smell your pussy begging for me.” His whispered words make me gasp.

  Who says things like this to a total stranger? Is this how the dating scene works these days? If so, I’m so out of the damn loop. I’ll be eaten alive.

  As I’m thinking about all the ways in which this scenario is wrong, the beautiful stranger captures my mouth with his. All my thoughts are replaced with visions of him taking me against this very wall. Sudden movement has me snapping my eyes open. He’s managed to carry me to the bathroom. I’m being shoved inside.

  “Do you want this?” his husky lust-filled voice asks.

  “What?” I can’t make a coherent sentence right now.

  “Do you want me to fuck you.” My mouth drops open at his forwardness. “Do. You. Want. This?” he repeats through clenched teeth. He’s losing all restraint. I can tell that he wants this—no, needs this as much as I do.

  Do I want this? Hell, yes.

  Boldly, I unzip my ruined jumpsuit, allowing it to pool at my feet. His breath catches as he takes in my lacy matching black panties and bra. While he gazes at my body, I undo the two prongs and slide the bra down my arms, letting it also drop to my feet.

  “Come here,” he drawls.

  I do as I’m told, stepping back into his embrace. The next second, I’m being slammed against the wall, his hands around me to protect my back from the assault. My leg wraps around his hip, pushing my pelvis roughly into his hard-as-stone cock.

  “Do you have a condom?” I ask.

  He groans. “No. I wasn’t planning on this.”

  I smile at this. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

  “I’m clean too. Are you good with this?”

  I nod. I’m not, but I can’t stop this. I want it. So badly. I hear his zipper and watch as he drops his jeans and briefs.

  Holy. Shit.

  His cock is huge and I can’t help but lick my lips. His face splits into the sexiest, most confident smile I have ever seen. If I was standing, my legs would go weak from how damn sexy he looks.

  “Fuck,” he groans out as he parts my folds and presses all the way inside of me. “You feel too good.” He pulls out and then thrusts back in, still holding my body up as he pounds away at me. His movements are hurried. Desperate. I love the way he touches me. It’s as if he wants to possess me and right here right now in this moment it’s exactly what I want him to do.

  “God, yes. Right there. I’m going to come,” I pant and he picks up his pace. Fucking me, owning me, and I love it. Everything inside me starts to quiver and quake, until I’m falling over the abyss into my own oblivion. I’m drunk with him or just plain drunk but right now it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but this feeling. This all-encompassing fire burning inside me.

  I feel him tremble inside me, his release joining mine. Together we try to regulate our breaths, both of us coming down from the high, when there is a knock at the door.

  “Shit,” he murmurs and my eyes widen.

  Oh my God. I’m in a bathroom and I just let this stranger fuck me. My whole body feels warm. My cheeks must show how I feel…mortified. Quickly, my hands shaky, I reach for my clothes, not even bothering to straighten my hair. I put on my bra and pull on my jumpsuit. He’s still staring at me, his cock still out, as I’m shoving open the door. I don’t bother to see if he tucked himself away before I’m dashing out and running down the hall.

  6

  Jack

  For the second time tonight, what the fuck just happened?

  She just left? Her body lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Everything about her was screaming she wanted me to take her up against the wall. Now she just walked right out the door? What the fuck?

  “Sorry, man,” Blake says, chuckling. I take a breath. Of all the fucking people.

  “Did you see where she went?”

  “No. She just ran past. She wouldn’t even look at me. She was pretty embarrassed.”

  Spilling her beer had embarrassed her, and the fact I caught her undressing me with her eyes couldn’t have helped. Her cheeks turned about ten shades darker than the pink they were before and for a second it looked like her chest was breaking out into hives. This had to about done her in. Hell, it looked like she was about to break out into tears. The insecurity she exuded tells me she has been hurt.

  From the second she walked through the door tonight with her blond friend, I had decided she would be under my body before the night ended. It didn’t matter whether it was in the back of my truck or in the bathroom of this joint, but I had decided it was gonna be her. It happened, but I’m not nearly done with her.

  I walk back into the bar, searching for her. The girls she was with are still there, but there is no sign of her. The best-case scenario, she just walked out to cool down. I’ll order a beer and give it a few minutes.

  Christy catches my eye from across the larger table. I look away as quickly as I can, but it isn’t quick enough. Now we’re about to have some awkward talk about God knows what when all I want to do is get as far away from her and this place as possible. She stands and slithers her way toward me. When we’re close enough to touch she speaks.

  “Hey Jack, how ya doin?” The sound of her voice grates my eardrums. It’s like being forced to listen to someone raking their fingernails down a chalkboard. I really thought I was over the heartache, but this moment is proving me wrong.

  “Really, Christy? Are we going to have this conversation, right here, right now? Why don’t you just sit back down with your fiancé and enjoy your engagement night. I don’t feel much like talking.” It comes out of my mouth a little harsher than I mean it to.

  The look on Christy’s face would leave anybody walking up to us to believe I had just bitch-slapped her
. I mean really, how did she think I was going to handle this?

  “Jack, I thought we were friends. I thought we had gotten through all the shit from the past. Why now? Why tonight?”

  “Why tonight what, Christy?” I say, looking right into her eyes. She deserves to see what she’s done. It’s not the loss of her I’m grieving, it’s the loss of my friendship with Blake.

  “I thought you and Blake had talked about this and that you were okay with us being, you know, together.” She is whispering the words and looking around.

  What the hell is she looking for? Blake? Is big badass Blake going to come to her rescue? I’d snap him in half in ten seconds flat. I am not in the mood for this shit.

  “Blake and I talked about you two dating, not getting fucking married. I really didn’t want to be here to witness it.”

  Christy looks like she’s on the verge of either tears or rage. Let’s hope neither, since I don’t need a damn scene to top this shit show of a night off.

  “Okay, look, Christy, I’m sorry. You’re right. I do need to get over it. You and I were not good for each other, I know that now. I would like to be friends. I can’t lie and tell you I was ready for tonight, but I’m going to try, okay?”

  Christy nods and lets the first tear fall down her cheek.

  “I’m sorry I hurt you, Jack. I was just a kid. I love Blake. I hope you can let this all go so we can be friends one day. He really thinks you are okay with all of it. I mean, that’s how you made it seem. He’d be crushed to know he hurt you again. He never wanted that.”

  She’s right, I did tell Blake I was okay with them being together, It’s time I either have it out with them or let it go. I’m choosing to let it go.

  “I’ll go congratulate Blake so he knows we’re all good.” I give her a quick hug.

  Looking at Christy in this light makes me realize it’s not her leaving me that had me so heartbroken, it was the rejection. Not only did she leave me when I needed her the most, she didn’t stand up for me against my parents. I needed that from someone, but I should have known it wouldn’t be her.

  “Jack, you don’t know how much it means to Blake and me to have your friendship. I know I did you wrong, but you know it was never gonna work between us. I need out of this damn town and you are hellbent on staying.”

  The look on her face tells me she’s wanted to have this conversation for a while but hasn’t had the nerve to broach the topic. I let her get it all out.

  She’s right. We’ve always wanted different things. There was nothing fulfilling in our relationship. I felt just as hollow and alone with her as I have with the countless one-night stands I’ve had since.

  “We’re good, all three of us. You’re right and it’s time we all moved on from that.” I give her a reassuring smile and she pulls me into another hug.

  “Now, Jack Kincaid, it’s time that you settle down with someone.” She smirks at me and I roll my eyes. We may be cool, but the last thing I’m letting her do is try to play matchmaker for me. I’m not that pathetic.

  “Not going there with you tonight,” I say.

  She chuckles.

  “Fair enough. I have to make the rounds. I’ll talk to you later.” She gives me one last look and walks away. With that, I finally put Christy and our relationship to rest. One issue down, about fifty more to go.

  About ten minutes have passed since the bathroom. The odds that my mystery woman is going to return are getting slimmer by the second. I’m about to head over to get her information from her friends when in the front door she walks.

  “Holy shit!” It comes out a whisper but everyone at the table turns their head to look at me and then at her. Ah hell, there goes my focus.

  Gone is the hot little black jumpsuit soiled by our tryst. In its place is the shortest dress I’ve seen in this place. Ever. It really should be illegal to look that good. Her legs look like they never end and I have the strong urge to run my hands up their length to prove my theory.

  My dick ticks to life and I have to sit so I don’t cause a serious scene capable of landing me in the slammer overnight. I just keep staring at her.

  Julia breaks the silence. “Whatcha staring at, bro?” The laughter in her voice is unmistakable. She’s amused.

  I give her a quick shrug and reply with a husky, “Something.” If she only knew about my actions earlier, she’d really flip.

  I head to the bar to get another drink and shortly after, the woman slides up to the bar right next to me and gives me her shy little smile. My insides explode and once again I have to turn to the bar to hide my growing erection. God, what this woman is doing to me. I glance down at her left hand. It didn’t even occur to me earlier that she might be married. No ring, perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better scenario.

  “You’re back,” I say quietly. “I’m glad.”

  “I needed some air.” She shrugs. “And I had to change because my outfit was pretty much screwed.” Her cheeks turn red at her choice of phrase. I chuckle.

  “You could say that.” I grin.

  The bartender comes back with my beer, stopping that line of conversation.

  I look at him and say, “I’ve got hers, too.”

  She shakes her head. “Thanks, but I’m getting beers for my friends. too. I’ll pass.”

  What the hell? Passing up beers? This is just my type of girl! The bartender sets down her three beers. She grabs them and starts to walk away.

  “So that’s it? I didn’t even get your name,” I call over my shoulder.

  She looks back at me, smiles, and replies as she continues walking. “That’s because I didn’t give it.”

  Ah hell, this is a game I’m more than willing to play. I haven’t had to chase a girl in ages. It’s like some type of torturous foreplay, except we already hit a home run.

  The girl doesn’t know what kind of game she’s started. I play to win.

  7

  Kate

  I don’t know what just got into me. I’ve never acted like that. Holy hell, my heart is racing. As I walk back to my table, beers in hand, I can’t help but wonder what came over me. I mean seriously he is a god, and I just fucked him ten ways to Tuesday in the bathroom. Why the hell wouldn’t I give him my name? This isn’t like me. I’m not a vixen. That’s Andy…not me.

  Jamie has a shit-eating grin on her face. I know our interaction didn’t go unnoticed by the peanut gallery. Even Andy is staring at me like she’s about to jump out of her seat to tackle me for details.

  “Spill it,” is all Andy can manage as she nearly tips the table over.

  “I have no idea what you are referring to.” I can hardly keep my composure as I try my hardest to rein in the silly smirk that wants to break loose.

  “You can’t fool us, Katelyn Stone. We saw him eye-fuck the hell out of you, and you just walked away?”

  I stare in awe. I can’t believe Andy’s vulgarity. She’s always had a sailor’s mouth, but does she really have to be so loud?

  “Hasn’t your momma ever told you to watch your mouth? And if you can’t, the least you can do is whisper.” Andy rolls her eyes at me.

  “You need to stop being such a damn prude. Now spill, or I’ll just go ask Mr. McHottie what’s up.”

  Dear Lord, I know she’s not bluffing. She wouldn’t think twice about shimmying over there to talk to him.

  “He asked to buy me a drink, I turned him down, then he said he didn’t catch my name and I said it’s because I didn’t give it. Then I walked away and I’m bringing you bitches your beers.” Andy and Jamie simultaneously gasp.

  “Come on, girls, I’m not that big of a prude. I’ve called you bitches before, many times.”

  “I am not talking about your unpleasant nickname for us. I can’t believe you were that rude to him. My God, Kate! Didn’t you see him?” Jamie is literally fanning herself as she speaks. I can’t help but chuckle at her lack of self-control, so not her style.

  “Yeah, I saw him. He’s also at least te
n years younger than me. I’m probably some big bet he has going on at that table. Who can get the mom to go to bed with me first? That kind of bet.”

  “Honey, you look nothing like a mom tonight. In fact, you don’t look a day over thirty. He probably is clueless about how old you really are.”

  “Wow, thanks, James, way to make me feel better.” I roll my eyes.

  I quickly change the subject as there is no way I’m ready to confess to my promiscuity. That’s one I may end up taking to the grave. They wouldn’t believe me even if I did tell them. It’s so out of character.

  “How are the anniversary plans coming?” I offer as a segue from my sexcapades.

  Jamie takes the bait, taking us through every detail of her planned Eurotrip. It feels like hours go by as we talk the night away and continue to slam beer after beer. I’ve lost count and the room is definitely starting to spin again. I keep making sideways glances toward his table.

  I know he sees me and I know he keeps watching me too. It makes me feel a tad self-conscious, but with every passing minute and every beer downed I loosen up and my inhibitions are flying out the window…again. Jamie pulls me out of my stupor.

  “You’ll never guess who I ran into yesterday. Kate?”

  “Mmm…” I turn my head toward her with little interest in what’s she’s saying.

  “Travis.” She mock-gags.

  The mention of his name is like a slap to the face. I thought we were burying him tonight and now he’s being resurrected.

  “Jamie. We are not talking about that douche tonight,” Andy fumes. “I promised Kate no mention of the dickhead.” She crosses her arms defiantly. Jamie winces at her snafu.

  I smile, hoping to help her feel better. “It’s all right, James. I know you didn’t mean any harm.” She smiles back in response.

  As much as I really don’t want to know, I can’t help but ask. “Did you talk to him?”

  “Kate!” Andy exclaims, irritated. I ignore her. Jamie looks back and forth between Andy and me, trying to decide whether it is a good idea to answer.