Reckless Love: A Billionaire Baby Steamy Fantasy Multicultural Love Story Rockstar Romance

by Imani King

  “They’ll never understand you and me…” His hand came out to touch her face gently as she played, staring into each other’s eyes. The crowd squealed with delight at this move, and she could feel the flow of love and electricity between them. “I’m your man if you’ll have me,” he sang, kneeling by her chair. Jasmine couldn’t help but smile, and seeing her face on a big screen behind them, her eyes widening the only element of shock that showed at all.

  Leo lowered the mic out of range and whispered, “You’re doing great. I love you!” at her before standing up and singing the rest of the song in the spotlight to the crowd.

  Kerry was staring at Jasmine’s face. She had never looked so radiant, ever, even on the nights of her best performances. She was a queen tonight and Leo her king.

  ***

  Mrs. Peters flipped on the television. The Grammies were on that night, and she had made a small bowl of buttered popcorn. Unfortunately she had burned the first batch and needed to make another, but when it was finally ready, the nomination for best song was on. She was about to dismiss the performance – clearly just some hoodlums singing and playing guitar – emblematic of the way music had declined since her day, when suddenly there was her neighbor, Jasmine – face blown up on the big screen behind her. She leaned forward, peering at the set.

  “Jasmine?” She asked. “Is that you?”

  “There’s nothing as reckless/As love/My love for you,” sang the ruffian with the undone shirt. She could see Jasmine singing along, mouthing the words behind him. But when she began to mouth the next line, “Will you love me?” the ruffian turned around, walked over to her and fell onto his knees, pulling a small blue box out of his pocket, and sang, “Will you marry me,” instead.

  She saw her neighbor’s face go through a multitude of emotions – shock, awe, excitement, control, as the crowd went wild with excitement. Finally he put the mic to Jasmine’s mouth.

  “Don’t do it!” Mrs. Peters croaked at the television. “The English are chintzy! Chintzy!”

  But she was unable to save her from her fate. An unmistakable ‘yes’ formed in her full lips as they embraced, before cutting away to the announcers.

  ***

  “Are you for real, Leo?” Jasmine whispered into his ear.

  “You don’t know how happy you’d make me,” he said, eyes warm with love.

  “Wait, they’re announcing,” said Jasmine, gesturing over to the dais, where two impeccably dressed celebrities stood, struggling with the envelope.

  “And the Song of the Year is…” the woman finally ripped open the paper, and pulled out the sheet, peering at it. “No surprise to anyone, is it… Reckless Love, by Leo Wellington-Kerr and Origin of Species!”

  The crowd was in uproar. Lights flashed everywhere as Leo strode to the podium, and made a speech that was punctuated by constant applause.

  “Look, I’m not sure what you’ve heard about me lately,” his grin was devilish as he addressed the crowd. “And I am sure that my past has earned everything you’ve said, but I wrote this song for a very special woman,” he looked meaningfully at Jasmine, until the crowd couldn’t contain its enthusiasm, before he went on. “– But now, whatever you’ve heard is wrong. Ever since I met her, I’ve hardly been able to look at another woman. And you lot are the first to know,” he smiled, angelically this time. “I’m engaged. And she’s off the market, lads. And speaking of lads, I want to thank my band mates, without whom none of this would be possible.”

  It was pandemonium, the crowd loving every second of his speech, before the swell of ‘Reckless Love’ swept them off to commercial, and the album of the year nominees to follow.

  Leo jogged over to her and helped her with her cello, holding her around the waist and kissing her before carefully bringing it backstage.

  “I’d never have been able to do this without you,” he smiled. “I love you, Jasmine!”

  “I love you too Leo,” she said, knowing it was the truest thing in her heart.

  “And I love you too, Jasmine,” said another voice behind them. It was Nigel. “And I’d love you even more if you’d accept my apology. I am so sorry about calling you names.” He rubbed his jaw ruefully. “Really sorry. And frankly so’s my chin.”

  “Your chin?”

  “Yeah. It took awhile, but Leo punched me pretty hard, right here, just before he wrote this hit song. So I had to forgive the bastard. Still, you have to admit the lad’s got timing,” he winked.

  “All is forgiven, Nigel, and it’s lovely to meet you properly,” Jasmine grinned.

  “Pleasure’s mine,” he said, though his eyes began to roam over Kerry as she bent to put her violin away.

  Leo waggled his eyebrows at Jasmine and she cracked up. “Forget that lunatic. Now let’s get to the hotel,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” she smiled.

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  Jasmine and Leo, and baby makes three…

  Kissing furiously on the hotel sheets, one thing was weighing on Jasmine’s mind. She hadn’t yet told Leo that she was pregnant.

  She pulled away. “Leo there’s something I need to tell you,” she started.

  “Can it wait, my love,” he said in his smooth voice. “It’s been too long that we’ve been apart –“ His body against hers, his urgent need immediately apparent, pressed hard against her.

  She relented. “Of course,” she murmured, caught up in the moment. “Oh Leo,” she said as he kissed her neck.

  “Yes, my love…” the vibrations of his voice tickled her skin.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  “Me too,” he said absentmindedly, before – “You’re what?”

  “I’m pregnant, Leo. We’re going to have a baby.”

  This time it was he pulling away from her, his eyes wide, but she was gratified to see that they didn’t seem alarmed, instead excited. “You’re serious!”

  “Yep, serious,” she said solemnly. “No joke.”

  “That’s incredible!” His lips joined hers in their deepest kiss yet. Then he pulled away. “That’s brilliant! Brilliant!”

  “You’re sure you’re happy with it?” She said anxiously. But then she had to laugh – if the way he was kissing her was any indication, he couldn’t be more thrilled. He just grinned at her in his devilish way before kissing the warm brown skin of her neck again. His hand cupped her breast, squeezing it gently before thumbing her nipple and making her squirm in pleasure. She wrapped her leg around his.

  “God you’re sexy! And that dress, incredible…”

  “Do we have to wait Leo, or can we just go for it? I need you inside me!”

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he grinned, reaching down to unzip the leather pants and free his cock. “God I’m so excited I’m like a teenager.” It was true. She reached down to feel him and he was rock hard.

  “You feel amazing,” he whispered. “And since you’re already pregnant –“

  “No condom,” they said together, before he slid her panties off her legs and teased her with the head of his cock.

  “You want this, baby?” he asked her as he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

  “More than anything,” she purred, and he plunged into her in one move, her hot wetness surrounding and squeezing his hard length.

  “Oh my god you feel so good,” he moaned. “You’re so wet and tight…”

  She could only cry out in return, as he rubbed her clit gently while he filled and unfilled her again and again. She clutched him to her as he undulated his hips, tantalizingly, sweetly, then hard. Demanding. His eyes were shut tight, his eyebrows knitted together, but his mouth softly opened as he thrust into her.

  “Jasmine, oh Jazz,” he cried out, as the pressure built inside both of them, a warm tingling turned pressure, turned need. Finally the feeling broke, and he pushed into her – a thousand tiny stars filling her body, as the waves of pleasure washed over her again and again, until they lay panting, sp
ent, entwined.

  His hand came up to caress her face. “Jazz,” he said softly.

  “You’ve never called me that before,” she smiled, turning to him.

  “Is it ok?” he asked.

  “Sure!”

  “Ok. Jazz, my beautiful Jasmine, was that good for you?” his hand trailed down her body, fingers pausing at her hard nipples.

  “The best,” she said, reaching over to touch his soft lips, his cheek. “You’re the best,” she said again.

  “I love you,” he said as he nuzzled her chest, settling in by her neck. ‘I’m beyond thrilled that we will have a little Jasmine or Leo on the way,” he murmured. “And we will raise the baby here, in the states… how does NYC sound?”

  She imagined it. The wedding – then moving in together in the city, and finally having the baby - comparing their features. A brownstone on the Upper West Side. A terrace. A kitchen and a nursery. She snuggled into him, completely peaceful for the first time in what seemed a long while.

  “Then I could continue with the quartet,” she said.

  “And I with the band, though I’ll be putting that jet to good use.” He murmured, snuggling in further. “But it’ll all be worth it to be with you.” He meant every word. It would be the perfect way to state his claim on his own path, to marry Jasmine, the love of his life, to have their child.

  In America: a new world for a new life.

  Together.

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  The Billionaire Baby Doctor

  Chapter 1

  He took me in his arms, hands slipping around my waist, and bent a little over my rounded belly to whisper in my ear. “God I want you, Teagen…” His voice was low, sexy, almost growling with desire, thrumming in my ears. “I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.”

  My cheeks grew hot. “You’re just saying that.”

  His sky blue eyes flashed stormy. “Not at all. The way your skin glows, the fullness of your breasts, your belly,” he paused as he kissed me, lips trailing from my neck to my cheek, my cheek to my mouth. The flame grew inside me as his tongue met mine, each touch a need, a desire, and a desire quenched, only to build more. My breath quickened as his lips slipped down to my collarbone, to my newly generous cleavage. My nipples pebbled under his touch.

  “Oh Christopher,” I breathed. “You’re making me crazy.”

  “Not half as crazy as you’re making me,” he said, slipping one hand around my ass cheek, and pressing me into his hard length. He began to pull down the fabric around my neckline, teasing my skin with his silky lips.

  It makes me think back to how this all started… and how unlikely it all was.

  Chapter 2

  Dr. Marcus Finnegan, the old, kindly doctor I’d seen for years, looked at me sympathetically. After knowing me for so long, I was sure it was difficult for him to tell me anything bad.

  “I am sorry, dear,” he said, “to be the one to say this, but I am afraid it is possible that you likely won’t be able to have children. We don’t advise infertility treatments for single women, in general, as they aren’t covered under insurance for one. Especially at your age. You’re a young thing! And when the time comes, you can always adopt. You never know what life will throw at you. Maybe you’ll marry someone with a whole slew of kids.”

  He patted my hand, but to no avail. The message hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t have a clue what to say, especially since my throat seemed to be closing up with held-back tears.

  “I understand, Dr. Finnegan,” I said. “Thank you for your kindness.” This last came out a bit choked.

  “I’ll leave you be, dear,” he said, standing up. “You take the room for as long as you want. We can use the other examination room while you collect yourself.”

  “That won’t be necessary,” I burbled, grabbing my things, and stuffing them in my purse. Everything was growing blurry as my eyes were filling with tears. I don’t know why it’s so important for me to have a baby now.

  Yes I do.

  When my little sister passed away, I knew that my first priority was going to be to fill my household as soon as possible with the sound of giggling, shouting, running, stamping – even crying. The kind of crying you do when you skin your knee, or drop your ice cream cone. Not the silent tears you try to hold back in front of your other daughter. No, I wanted a household that was like we had until she was seven. Happy, loud. Not the mausoleum it turned into. My mother, Shandra, was devastated. Of course. Losing a child must be the most difficult thing in the world. But sometimes, the grief of the parents is like a pall that fills the entire household, and the surviving children get buried under that weight. This was something I knew all too well.

  “Teagen,” my mother would say, from the couch, hand draped across her forehead. “Please, I have a headache. Don’t make so much noise. Not today, honey.” Some days I would skulk away to my room, trying not to pout, trying not to be angry at my poor sister. Other times I would lay next to her and watch the faraway look in her eyes, cuddling and hoping for a squeeze or a hug. Instead I’d wipe away a tear. Hers, or my own.

  And I knew if I did have a kid, my mother would be so happy to hear that laughter too. We both had so much love to give.

  All this was flashing through my mind as I pulled my bag over my shoulder and followed the doctor out of the room, still trying to keep my composure, trying to stay as strong as I have always had to be. Always wanted to be. The doctor knocked and entered another room, and I was making my way to the door, when the receptionist called me back.

  “Teagen,” she nearly stage-whispered, beckoning with her hand.

  “Yes, Natasha?” I approached the desk hesitantly.

  “You’re a nurse, right?” She picked up a card. “I’ve been asked to pass this out if I see anyone who might be right some work at a doctor’s office. He’s an OB-GYN, and he’s fantastic. Beautiful grounds, I understand, very posh. But all signs point to him being a great guy. And I never said this, but he’s gorgeous as well. You should go over for an interview.”

  Hmm. Well, if I can’t have a baby, at least I can be around them. Help them come into being. And besides, it beats working at the office I work in now.

  “Thanks Natasha,” I said, putting the card in my pocket. “Wonderful of you to think of me.”

  Chapter 3

  I spent a couple of days vacillating between calling this doctor and not calling him.

  “You have nothing to lose,” said Maia, my friend and roommate of two years. “You might as well just call?” She wrinkled her nose in a sympathetic way.

  “I know. But will they be interested in me? Will it hurt too much to work there? Considering I am so desperate to have kids when I don’t even have a husband yet?”

  “Your doctor is like, a hundred years old, he’s not going to be in favor of you having kids right now!” She laughed and poured another glass of Pinot. “But this guy sounds a lot younger, a lot more approachable. A lot hotter, too, by the sounds of things. You should go meet him.”

  “What does that matter?” I said, handing her my glass with a decided motion. “I just want to get a better job and have a baby some day, I don’t care if he’s green and has three heads.”

  “Wait – you don’t care if the baby has three heads?” She laughed. “Maybe you need to think this through, girl.”

  “Nah, the doc!” I swatted her with the pillow. “Though it’s true, he is a fox. Do you want to see him?” I gestured to my laptop, which I had been using to research him.

  “Thought you’d never ask!” She scooched beside me and sat down, eyes sparkling. “Let’s see the hot baby doctor!”

  I opened my browser and immediately his page popped up. Lots of medical stuff, but in the center wa
s a picture of Dr. Christopher Fox. His eyes were a penetrating blue, his dark hair pushed back from his face contrasting with a crisp white coat.

  “Oooh,” said Maia. “Now that is a Dr. Fox!” She whistled low.

  “I know – but look at this. It says he has a really high success rate. I’ve been researching it and nobody can touch him. I could never afford treatments, but if I worked there…”