by Vivian Gray
Being back here felt therapeutic somehow. And maybe Silas knew it too. He seemed to step carefully around her, almost as if he were in her space instead of the other way around.
“Babe? You good?” Silas poked his head in later that morning. She’d been up for a while but battled nausea. While she recuperated, she planned for the best way to tell him.
She nodded, sending a grin his way. “I’m great.” She ignored the lurch in her stomach. “Whole body is sore, but that’ll go away soon.”
She blew him a kiss, which he made a big display of catching and planting on his forehead. She laughed, burrowing into the covers. He was as doting as ever. Which made her think about the secret in her womb.
Part of her already knew what his reaction would be; she would bet her entire life on it. And the rest of her knew exactly how great of a father he’d be.
For the first time since finding out, she allowed herself to be wholly excited.
Now came the reveal. With so much time laying around, resting and sleeping, she entertained a wide variety of ideas: buying a new pregnancy test to show him the result; engineering a conversation that would lead him right to the discovery; or something cute, like giving him a gift, and when he opened it, there’d be a tiny leather jacket inside.
The leather jacket idea won – she knew because of how giddy it made her. Besides, it killed two birds with one stone. What better way to pass the time than more Internet shopping from bed?
She found the cutest little leather jacket known to mankind and selected two-day shipping, delivered straight to the clubhouse, with gift wrap option.
Waiting the two days for delivery was a particular type of torture. On the morning that the jacket was set to arrive, she turned to Silas in bed, the secret practically bursting from her lips.
He looked at her with sleepy eyes, running a hand through her hair. “You look very alert.”
“I am.” It’s because I’m dying to tell you that we’re having a baby. “Just thinking about all the things I’m waiting for you to do to me.”
A half smile tugged at his lips. “I told you: only if you feel better. I don’t want to wreck you while you’re healing.”
She ran a hand over the ridges of his abs. “But I want you to wreck me.”
Desire flashed in Silas’ eyes, and he lifted his head off the pillow a little to look at her. “Careful there. Or else I will.”
She giggled. “I think I’ve healed enough. It’s been three days since we got back. Wouldn’t you say it’s time for my consolation prize?”
He grunted, wrapping his arms around her, sealing their bodies together. A thrill ran through Jessa. She’d never get tired of having him pressed against her, of that sturdy heat, the way he could light up every nerve fiber in her body. “I’ve been ready since we took out the Spawn. Are you sure you can handle this?”
He thrust his hips against her, making the hard ridge of his cock known. She bit her bottom lip, snaking a hand down to find his cock. She slipped her hand inside his boxers, fingertips drifting over the silky head of his cock.
“Yes. I’m positive.”
“Mmmmm.” His eyes drifted shut, and his head fell back onto the pillow. This was her window of opportunity – to thank him properly for how he’d shown up for her.
She disappeared under the covers, smiling to herself as she placed kisses down his belly, tugging at the tiny line of hairs that disappeared under his boxers. His cock made an impressive tent, one that she outlined with her hands. He shifted beneath her, peeking under the covers.
“Don’t get lost,” he said with a smile.
“I couldn’t. The sign is practically poking my eye out.” She laughed as she tugged down his boxers, his dick springing free. The slit at the top already leaked a little precum, which she lapped up eagerly.
Silas sucked on his teeth from outside the covers.
She fisted the base then ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. The manly smell of him filled her nostrils, provoking a high that came only when she entered this sexy space with Silas. He turned her on more than any other man had in her entire life. And she had no doubt that would be the case for a very long time to come.
She kissed the tip of his dick and then took the head between her lips, suckling gently, teasing him, wanting him to squirm. His hand found the top of her head, urging her downward, fingers knotting in her hair. She slurped up a few more drops of precum then took the length of him in her mouth, so deep that she gagged on it.
But that didn’t stop Jessa. She took long, slobbery pulls at his cock, pace quickening as he began to thrust into her. His dick got harder inside her mouth – if that were even possible – like it might turn into steel at any moment.
Silas moaned low, tossing back the covers. “Come up here and sit on it,” he said, voice straining as she continued mouth-fucking him. “I want to come inside you, babe.”
His words were so sexy it made her pussy clench. She pulled back from him, making a loud pop as the suction broke. “Yeah?” She pushed her hair to one side, looking up at him with a wink. “You think there’s something wrong with my mouth?”
“No,” he said with a laugh. “The opposite.”
“Then let me have your spunk.” She dipped back down, took a lazy draw at his cock. “Maybe I want to swallow every last drop you got.”
He groaned, thrusting against her. His cock reached the back of her throat, and she gagged again.
“You want to take it? All of it?” He thrust into her as she worked him, resuming a quick pace that left her jaw aching. But she wouldn’t stop until he came and she got every last bit of his cum.
She mumbled her reply from around his cock, fisting the base of it as she sucked him. The bed occasionally creaked as Silas fucked her mouth from below. And then he grunted and stilled, his fingers knotted so tightly in her hair it made her eyes water. His abs turned to stone, and suddenly her mouth was full of hot cum, so much and so fast that it dribbled outside of her mouth and flowed back down over his cock.
Swallowing his load felt like a new chapter for them. She never tended to suck dick, and the few times she had in the past, she’d absolutely never swallowed. But with Silas, she wanted all of him and then some. His baby growing inside her was just one way of proving that. Now she would work on fulfilling all his desires; showing him the depth of her love any way she knew how.
His body jerked beneath her as she swallowed more of his load. A gravelly moan escaped him. His hand went loose in her hair.
Jessa drew a deep breath, pulling back as she smacked her lips. “Jesus, Silas.”
He laughed and fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “You said you wanted it.”
Yet she hadn’t even swallowed half of it. No wonder he’d gotten her pregnant. The man probably had double the normal sperm load. She wiped her mouth off, trailing her fingertips over his abdomen.
“Hope you’re ready for round two.”
Chapter Twenty
Silas’ mouth parted as he watched Jessa straddle him, her dark hair mussed and wild. Her breasts hung round and lush in front of him as she settled into place, gliding the folds of her pussy over his dick.
“Damn, girl.” His cock twitched as the head made contact with her clit. She sent him a sexy look. “You don’t mess around.”
“This is what happens when you make me wait a few days,” she purred out, rocking slowly against him. His cockhead butted up against the tight nub of her clit, which made her inhale softly every time it did.
There was nothing sexier than Jessa on top. And even though Silas had just come, his cock was hard as a rock again, eager for more.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, squeezing the tops of her hips. “If I ever need to punish you, just withhold sex.”
She laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”
“Too late.” He grunted as she rolled in a slow circle on top of him, her pussy leaving a damp trail over his groin. “I already
know your weakness.”
Jessa’s head tipped back as he ran his hands up over her belly, cupping each heavy breast. “I think your boobs are growing.”
She sat up, eyes snapping open. “What?”
“They’re bigger.” He grinned wickedly. “Is that a side effect of being in love?”
Her cheeks flushed, though he couldn’t tell why. She seemed embarrassed, like having big boobs was anything to be embarrassed about.
“You must have thought about them enough to make them grow,” she finally said, but her usual spunk was dialed down.
He smoothed his hands over her chest. Maybe he’d made her feel self-conscious or something. “Hey. I loved your boobs before, and I love them now. Remember, I’m a dude; I love boobs no matter what.”
She cracked a grin. “I know.”
“As long as that’s clear.” He flexed against her, his cock coming dangerously close to slipping inside her. She inhaled sharply.
“Sit on it babe,” he implored her. “I know you want it.”
“I do,” she purred out, eyes hooded as she stared down at him. “It’s all I think about you know.”
“Obsessed,” he said, giving her ass a loud thwack. “I like it.”
“Only for you.”
“And hopefully for a long time,” he said, trying to make the words sound lighter than what he felt, “wifey.”
“Now it’s okay for you to call me that,” she said, lining up their parts. And then she sat on top of him, plunging his cock deep inside her velvety heat. His voice shriveled as his dick disappeared inside her.
“Yeah?” His voice came out edged with tension as she rocked back and forth on top of him, her breasts jiggling slightly. He wasn’t kidding about her tits – they really were bigger. Part of him wondered if it was because her period was about to start or something like that. And a deeper part of him wondered if maybe she was pregnant.
He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what his laziness with condoms could lead to. But absolutely no part of him worried about that outcome because, if she got knocked up, he’d welcome it. She wasn’t putting up a fight either.
As she sank down on top of him, again and again, he felt his cock stiffen inside of her, prepping for another release. She was the only woman who could pull him to the precipice and push him over the edge multiple times in a day. Jessa was the kind of woman he couldn’t see himself getting tired of. And hell, they’d already gotten married. Why not try for forever, too?
He squeezed her boobs gently as she fucked him, enjoying the sweet interplay of sensation and fantasies about their future... If they had kids someday… Whether they’d favor Jessa or him... Continuing to learn things with Jessa, maybe even grow old with her.
Silas’ ass cheeks clenched as she jolted down hard against him, burying him to the hilt. Her fingernails scratched a path over his chest as she came, her pussy contracting around him, prompting his own release. He squeezed her ass cheeks so hard he thought he might bruise her as he filled her with his cum. Her head tipped back, an unearthly moan escaping her.
“Jeeesus.” Her chest heaved as she pressed her palms to his chest, staring down at him yet still somehow a million miles away.
He let a low whistle. “Damn, girl.”
She moved slightly, looking down to inspect their parts. “How do you have so much in you?”
He laughed as she dismounted, collapsing on the bed beside him. “Just call it my secret talent.”
“Not so secret.” Her fingers made lazy trails over the planes of his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “In fact, fairly well-known by now.”
He laughed, turning onto his side. He glanced over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. “Fuck, Jessa. It’s almost ten. I need to get moving.”
She sighed, burrowing into his embrace. “Fine. At least I took what I needed from you.”
“That’s sweet.” He bit at her neck. “Feel free to take what you need from me. Like a buffet. You’re married to a buffet table.”
She giggled. “Okay, I meant it slightly sexier than that.”
He planted one last kiss on her lips before rolling out of bed. He pulled his jeans on, belt clanking as he fastened it. She watched him, propped up on one arm.
“Your bed is comfier than mine,” she said, spreading a hand out over the soft brown comforter.
“I know.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have stayed here.”
He looked back at her. “Because you wanted to stay at your house. And if I’d have told you we’re moving into the clubhouse, you probably would have divorced me the day after the wedding.”
She sniffed, as though considering this for the first time. “Yeah. That’s probably right.”
He snatched a plain black T-shirt from a pile near the bathroom door, then pulled his hair up into a ponytail before giving her a quick kiss. “I’ll stop in and say hi when I can. Love you, babe.”
She returned the kiss, then melted back into the bed with a satisfied smile on her face. “Love you too.”
Silas hurried out of the bedroom, eager to touch base with the club brothers and get started on some errands. As soon as he came into the living room, Butch flagged him down. A majority of the brothers milled around, probably waiting for his late ass.
“Hey. You got mail.” He waved a small package in the air. “Or should I say, your old lady does.”
Silas arched a brow, taking the small plastic package from him. “Huh? She didn’t tell me she’d ordered anything.” He turned it over in his hands. “You guys, meet me for a briefing in five. I’m gonna go give this to Jessa.”
He hurried back to his bedroom, finding a smiling Jessa on the bed. “Back so soon?”
He waved the package in the air before he handed it off to her. “You got some mail. You didn’t tell me you were getting stuff sent to the clubhouse. I think this makes it your home now.”
Her mouth parted, eyes on the package in her hands. Then she jerked her gaze up to meet his. “Actually, this is for you.”
“Really?” He took it back from her, eyeing it suspiciously. “Why?”
“Because I wanted to get you a gift. Duh.” She rolled her eyes. “Now open it.”
“Yes, ma’am!” He smirked as he tore into it, excitement thrumming through him. When he found a small box wrapped in tissue paper inside, he looked back at her. “You really planned this.”
She didn’t say anything, just jerked her chin to the package as she brought her knees to her chest. He gently opened the small box, the white tissue paper fluttering to the bed.
A small leather jacket lay folded inside the box. He creased a brow, pulling the jacket out and unfolding it. It wasn’t doll-sized, but still, way too small for any human. Adult human, at least. When he looked at Jessa, her eyes were shining with tears.
“What is this…” he began, but then it clicked. He looked down at her boobs, then back up at her face. “Your boobs have something to do with this.”
She laughed, wiping away a spilled tear as she nodded. “Yes. Yes, they do.”
He studied the jacket again. “Jessa.”
“Silas.”
He set the jacket down, sitting on the bed beside her. He gathered her hands in his, bringing them up to his lips. “Are you pregnant?”
She nodded hard, more tears spilling out of her eyes. “I am. We’re gonna have a baby.”
He sat in stunned silence, a smile creeping across his face as the news sunk in. And then he whooped, pulling her into a hug.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He squeezed her tight, then thought better of it. “Oh, shit. I need to be careful. Fuck. Should we have had sex? Can the baby—”
“I think we’re fine, Silas.” She laughed through tears, pressing a kiss to his chin.
“When did you find out?”
“The day I was kidnapped.”
Silas’ brow furrowed. “And that didn’t… hurt anything?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I can�
��t know for sure until I go to the gyno. But I feel fine. Everything is still… the same. Pregnant. So, for now… all I can say is: we’re having a baby.”
They stared at each other for a long time, grinning and laughing.
“Fuck, I gotta tell the brothers.” Silas hopped to his feet, scratching at the side of his head. “We need to tell the world!”
“Babe, let’s wait. At least until we know that everything is fine.”
