“Fuck, baby,” I growled in ecstasy. “This sweet, tight pussy feels even more amazing every time we fuck.” I kissed her hard, then leaned back a little, resting my hands lightly on her hips. “Ride me, birthday girl.”
She started to move up and down smoothly, her eyes locked with mine. But I wanted her wild and abandoned. It was the most beautiful sight. I swiftly raised a hand and brought it down hard on her ass. She cried out and her head dropped back, her hips speeding up a little.
“Should I give you your nineteen birthday spankings, baby?” My voice was low and gravely as I clenched my muscles and tried to keep my orgasm at bay. I spanked her opposite cheek, and she began to lift and fall sporadically. Her tits were bouncing merrily in my face, and I lavished them with attention while finishing up her spankings.
By the time I was done, she was bucking like a fucking cowgirl on a mechanical bull and screaming my name over and over. I ached like a son of a bitch, my cock desperate to explode. Slipping a hand between us, I pinched her hard little clit and she tensed before blowing apart.
Her pussy pulsed around me, milking my cock and drawing my orgasm to the surface. In a flash, I flipped us over, so her back was on the couch and I hovered over her. I began to hammer into her, making sure to angle just right so I hit that sensitive little spot inside her with every thrust. My hands groped her full tits, kneading them and plucking at the nipples.
“Come again, Jenna,” I growled. “I want to feel your pussy clenching my cock and sucking up every drop of my orgasm. Fuck yes!” I shouted as she bore down, and I came so hard I saw stars.
Later, I reheated breakfast, and we fed it to each other around kisses. Eventually, I covered her pussy in syrup and ate my favorite morning meal before fucking her on the table.
We finally made it to the shower where Jenna dropped to her knees and gave me the best fucking birthday present ever.
I’d told her that her parents agreed to let me take her to dinner for her birthday as long as we stopped by there first. When we arrived, the door swung open wide and all of her friends and family yelled “Surprise!” causing her to stumble backwards into my arms.
Once she was steady, she twisted around and kissed the fuck out of me, right there on the front steps of her parents’ house.
“Thank you,” she mumbled against my lips.
“You’re so welcome, baby.”
We didn’t have another moment alone for the next few hours and at one point, I slipped away from the party to speak with her dad in private. After our conversation, I shook his hand and we walked back to the dining room where her mother was just setting out a pink, three-tiered cake with a cluster of white roses at the top.
I breathed a little sigh of relief at the sight. I couldn’t figure a way to slip out and get the cake without Jenna catching on, so I’d reluctantly asked Weston for his help. Though, I didn’t explain the true importance of the cake, I threatened to force-feed him his own balls if he didn’t get the right one. I’d had the cake custom made for my girl.
Carol, Jenna’s mom, plucked the flower cluster from the top and handed it to her daughter before starting to slice the cake. I walked up behind Jenna and slipped my arms around her waist. She laid her head on my shoulder and looked up at me with a smile.
“Thank you for an incredible birthday.”
“I hope it’s about to be even better,” I murmured. “Is there something in those flowers?”
Jenna quirked up her mouth into a knowing half-smile. “Always up to something,” she joked. Turning to the bouquet in her hands, she looked closely, then stuck her fingers between a few of them and pulled out a little velvet bag.
Her gasp drew everyone’s attention and the room fell silent. Opening the little pouch, she emptied the contents into her hand. A three carat, cushion-cut halo diamond ring fell into her palm.
With my hands on her hips, I guided her around to face me and got down on one knee.
“Jenna, it only took a single heartbeat for me to know you were the one. That you would hold my heart in your hands for eternity. I want you to wear my ring so everyone else knows how much I love you and that you’ll always be mine. Will you marry me?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her smile was big and bright. “Yes.”
Jenna wanted a big, beautiful wedding, and I wanted her to have whatever made her happy. I left a few days later and after my training was done, I was sent overseas. My specialty was military intelligence, and it kept me moving around. I was often unable to share much information with Jenna, especially since she wasn’t my wife. I came back as often as I could, but the whole situation was hard as hell. It took all of my love for her, not to demand she leave her life and join me.
At the end of my four years, they offered me a position stateside, and I considered taking it. Since Jenna was done with school, we could finally get married and start a family. But, a friend of Weston’s approached me with another job offer. Xander Gray ran a security firm, one that did everything from installing security systems, to body guarding, to the more specialized, black ops. He wanted me to be a part of his team of civilian contractors. Working with the military and government, while remaining a civilian and best of all, it was right there in Atlanta.
I’d taken him up on his offer and not regretted it once. For a year, I waited patiently for her to plan our wedding. But life kept getting in the way. Especially after her brother’s fiancée had been threatened, putting Jenna in danger as well.
After that, I gave Jenna a date and told her if she wanted a wedding, it better happen by then or I’d cart her off to Vegas. But, come hell or high water, she would be my wife by that day.
I didn’t share my second goal with her. I fully intended for her to be walking down that aisle with my baby in her belly.
Chapter 1
Jenna
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned, tugging on the waist of my jeans and pulling hard. No matter how much I yanked, the darn things wouldn’t meet close enough in the middle for me to be able to force the button into the hole. To add insult to injury, they were my fat pants, too! My period was supposed to start yesterday, and my bloating had been out of control for the last couple of days.
Glancing in the mirror, I turned to the side and sucked my belly in. It didn’t do a lot of good, though. I still looked like I was...
“Pregnant,” I gasped.
My period was normally like clockwork, always starting on the twenty-eighth day. I’d assumed it was late because of the stress of planning my wedding to Quinn. After all these years, we were finally less than three months away from our big day. The school year would be ending in a couple of weeks, and I had about a million details to finalize so everything would be exactly how I wanted it.
“Except for one little thing,” I whispered, my hand hovering over my belly as I stared at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t planned to get pregnant before we were married. If I had, I would never have picked a mermaid, off-the-shoulder, sweep train lace wedding dress. It was a custom design and fit me like a glove—or at least it had before all the bloating had started. If I was pregnant, it would probably burst at the seams by the time our wedding date rolled around.
If. Such a simple word, but I didn’t want it hanging over my head. I wanted to be certain.
I pulled my pants down my legs, kicking them off when they reached my ankles, and grabbed some yoga pants to put on instead. Feeling rebellious, I snapped a quick selfie and sent it to Quinn. He deserved the torture of knowing that I was running around town in a pair of what he liked to call “ass corsets” because they lift and shape my ass. He hated when I wore them and he wasn’t with me since they could make a decent ass look amazing, and I already had what he thought was the perfect ass.
A few minutes later, my phone dinged with a text notification. I ignored it and pulled out of our driveway, intent on getting to the drug store immediately. As I passed my brother’s house, I briefly considered stopping to talk to his wi
fe, Aspen, but then I decided against it. Weston’s goal in life seemed to be knocking her up as often as possible, so she probably had a spare pregnancy test lying around, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone other than Quinn—not until I knew the results.
I raced to the store, practically leaping from my BMW to run inside and grab a handful of tests since I didn’t want to waste the time to figure out which one was best. Then I headed towards the Gray Security offices, calling Quinn on speaker phone when I was only a few minutes away.
“Morning, baby. How’s all the errand running going?”
“About that—” I trailed off, my eyes glossing over with tears. Stupid hormones, they were another sign that the test was probably going to be positive. “I haven’t gotten anything from my original list done yet because I had to add two more stops to the list.”
“Not because of issues with the wedding, right?”
I heard the dread in his tone. Normally, I’d be understanding of it because he would have preferred to get married when he’d graduated from college, but I’d still had three years to go, so we’d waited. And waited some more, if you asked Quinn. But with thoughts of a possible pregnancy crowding my brain, I wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable. Especially not when it was all his fault.
“It depends on how you look at it,” I muttered.
“What do you mean; it depends?”
“Well,” I drawled out slowly. “You know how I am about surprises, right?”
“Of course I fucking know how much you hate surprises. I know everything about you.”
“Then you know how I get when even the tiniest surprise is sprung on me,” I snapped at him. “Multiply that by about a thousand, and you’ll get how I’m feeling right now.”
“What the fuck is going on? Tell me so I can fix it. I don’t like knowing you’re across town while you’re freaking out.”
“I’m not across town. I’m down the street from your office,” I corrected. “As a matter of fact, I’m getting ready to turn into the parking lot now.”
“Are you okay? Wait in the car. I’ll come down and get you,” he barked.
“No!” I yelped. I didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of a parking lot. If it turned out that we were expecting a baby, I wanted this moment to be a little more memorable than us standing by my car where anyone could wander past us while I told him the news. “I’m coming up to you.”
“Jenna,” he growled.
“I know. I know,” I sighed. “You can be all macho later, after I’ve explained everything.”
I had a feeling macho was going to be an understatement if the test turned up positive. I’d seen how my brother was with Aspen when she was pregnant with their daughter, Willow. I was willing to bet Quinn was going to be just as bad—if not worse—with me.
I leapt from my car and raced towards the building as soon as I pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine on my car. If I didn’t move fast, Quinn would beat me downstairs before I could make it up to the Gray Security offices. Luckily, the guards knew me and waived me through.
“Seriously, I’m already headed to the elevator. Stay where you are. I’m coming to you.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. “But I’ll be waiting for you when you get here.”
“Like I ever expected you to do otherwise,” I snorted.
My phone’s signal always sucked on the elevator in this building, and today was no exception. The call cut out the moment the doors shut in front of me. I watched the number of each floor light up, and it felt like it was taking forever. By the time they slid open again, and I saw Quinn standing there, I was a nervous wreck. His dark eyes scanned me from head to toe, and his muscular frame seemed to relax slightly when he found me in one piece.
“Whose ass do I need to kick for upsetting you?”
“Yours,” I hissed, darting a glance at the receptionist, Jessa. Her head dropped low as soon as our eyes met, and I would have made a point to go talk to her except I had more urgent business with my fiancé. “We need to talk. In private. Now.”
“What the hell, Jenna?”
I shoved the bag full of pregnancy tests into his hand and waited for him to look inside. His entire face lit up when he realized what they were. And what they meant for us.
He didn’t freak out like I had. Why would he when his tuxedo would still fit him perfectly? Instead, he led me past Jessa and into Xander’s office.
“We need to use your private bathroom,” Quinn barked at his boss, shaking the drug store bag.
Xander’s eyes darted from Quinn, to the bag, and then to my belly. The man was way too smart for his own good because he immediately figured it out and grinned, gesturing to the door. “Sure. Go ahead. It’s open on this side.”
Quinn didn’t give me the chance to offer Xander more than a quick hello before he nudged me into the bathroom and slammed the door behind us.
“Holy crap!” I squeaked, taking in my surroundings. The bathroom was huge, with travertine flooring, cream painted walls, a cream and gold swirled counter, and an enormous shower, the tiles made to match the floor. There was a bench against the wall next to the door, and before I knew what was happening I was sitting on it with Quinn kneeling at my feet. Due to his six-foot-three frame, it left us at eye level with each other.
“Are you pregnant?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. “I think I might be since my period was supposed to come yesterday and none of my pants fit me right.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed out, making me narrow my eyes at him.
“Why don’t you seem the least bit surprised by this?”
“Worry about that later.” He dug through the bag and pulled out a pink box. After scanning the front and back of the package, he nodded and ripped it open. “It says you can get results up to six days sooner than your missed period with this one. Go pee on it.”
“Fine,” I huffed, scooting around him to use the toilet. It was a good thing it was in a little alcove off to the side, with a door, or else we would have ended up in an argument because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pee in front of him and there was no way I’d get him to agree to step out of the room.
I did my business as quietly as possible, and after I was done, I set the test on the counter and washed my hands. Quinn came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my belly and pulling me close. His scruffy chin rested on the top of my head, and his eyes were glued on the test. I was as anxious to know the results as he was, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his reflection in the mirror. I watched as his dark eyes filled with so much emotion—love, excitement, determination—and I knew. The test was positive. We were pregnant.
“C’mon,” he growled, gripping my hand in his tightly as he tugged me towards the door opposite the one we’d come through before. He threw it open and practically dragged me across the mats on the floor of the workout room.
“Where are we going?”
“The courthouse.”
Chapter 2
Quinn
Jenna tugged on my hand and dug her heels in an effort to slow my progress.
“Quinn!” she snapped. I stopped abruptly and spun around, pulling her into my embrace.
“This isn’t up for discussion, baby. You’re pregnant with our kid, and you’re going to be my wife right now.” My tone made it clear I expected no argument. I swung her up into my arms and continued striding from the room and over to the elevator.
“Quinn, be reasonable,” she pleaded. “Our wedding is less than three months away. I’ll barely even be showing by then! And, if we run off to the courthouse and get married, my mother will kill you.”
I growled in frustration as we stepped onto the elevator and the doors swooshed closed. “Reasonable? Jenna, I’ve waited five very long years to marry you. My reserve of patience is empty.”
She sighed. “Put me down, please.” I could hear the adorable pout in her voice and gave in. I always did when she used
that tone, and she knew it.
The elevator halted and opened to the underground parking garage. I took her hand and started walking towards where I’d parked my black Charger.
“Babe, my car is over there,” she protested, pointing in the opposite direction.
“We’ll come back for it.”
“Quinn. Let’s at least go home and talk about this, okay? I’m not saying no, just…not right this second.”
I wasn’t happy about that option, but the reality was that she wasn’t asking me for much. So, I shoved my inner Neanderthal back into his cave and tucked Jenna into my side. “All right, baby. Let’s go home and talk.” I could afford to wait since I knew how that conversation was going to go.
Once we reached my car, I helped Jenna into her seat and buckled her up before jogging around to the driver’s side. After getting in and starting the car, I shot a quick text to Xander and let him know I’d be out for the rest of the day. With the wedding so close, I’d been assigned short-term security gigs and was between them at that moment. I’d been occupying my time with reports and other paperwork shit that I hated. He responded with the name and number of the OBGYN his wife was currently seeing. I laughed and put my phone in a cup holder before backing out of my parking spot.
Less than twenty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway of a large, white, clapboard house with stone accents. About a year after I graduated from college, Jenna and I decided to buy a house. We both came from money, but had been taught to be smart with it. Our trust funds were invested with the help of Xander’s friend, Rhys. We hadn’t intended to buy a house that large right off the bat, but Jenna had seen the listing and fallen in love.
We both wanted a big family, so we decided to go ahead and buy the home we would raise our children in. It became even more perfect when her brother and his wife had purchased a home in the same neighborhood. Jenna had become extremely close with Aspen and was overjoyed to be so close to her niece and nephew as well.
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