Reaching around with his other hand, he played with her clit, teasing her until she was just at the edge. “No coming without permission, baby.”
Oh, damn it.
He’d been teaching her to delay her orgasms, and she didn’t want to repeat the last punishment she’d been given after coming without permission. She bit down on her lip and concentrated on not slipping over. Her legs shook with the effort, and, just as she knew she couldn’t take much more, he withdrew his fingers from her asshole and nestled the head of his cock against her puckered entrance.
As she breathed out, the head slipped past her tight ring of muscle.
Oh, it burned so good.
Inch by staggering inch, he pushed inside her, his cock, slick with lube, filling her completely. So full. So hot. So good.
“You may come when you like, baby,” he told her, swiping at her clit as he drove himself deep then pulled back. In fast, out slow. Again and again. Then a powerful wave hit her, sweeping her away. It was so hard and deep and all-consuming that she barely heard his own cry of satisfaction as he followed her over.
***
Curt cuddled into her from behind and kissed her neck. “All right, baby?”
“Oh yeah.” She smiled as she snuggled into his embrace. This was where she belonged. With him.
Curt placed his hand over her belly. “I can’t believe you’re really here. That you’re mine. I know I’ve fucked up in the past, but nothing is more important to me than you.”
Her doubts faded a little more. Maybe all she needed was time. Tomorrow she should call Doctor Harper and officially give her notice.
He rubbed his hand up and down her stomach. “You’re everything I could have hoped for. Although, you can be a bit bratty and stubborn.”
“Hey!” She turned to glare at him over her shoulder.
He grinned and winked. Then reaching over her, he turned off the light “You’re also kind, compassionate, and loving. You’re going to be an amazing mom, Jenna.”
She stiffened. Oh, God. They hadn’t spoken about this. They should have. She knew that. But when in the middle of all this crap was she supposed to have talked to him about this?
“Uh, Curt—”
“Not right now,” he said, kissing her ear as he snuggled in behind her, holding her belly once more. “I know you’re young. You have your career. But one day. You and the babies we’ll make will mean everything to me, Jenna. I promise to look after all of you. I know I can be a hard bastard and, I don’t always say the right thing, I’m domineering and possessive, but I’ll always love you. And I’ll love the children we create as well. How many do you want? Two? Three? I thought four might be a nice number.”
“Four?” she asked faintly. Was this the same man? Somehow, she’d never seen Curt wanting children. But, no, that wasn’t true. The Curt she’d known before Amelia had adored children. He’d have made an amazing father. So would this Curt. He’d be a bit more protective—okay, a lot more, and she’d have to get him to ease up on that to let their children breathe and learn and. . . Who was she kidding? She couldn’t have children. And Curt didn’t know it.
How didn’t he know? Hadn’t Amelia told him about the accident?
“I thought it was all over when Amelia and our baby died. That baby was the one special thing in my life. The only thing that was mine. I couldn’t wait to be a dad, even though I knew my time with Amelia was through, I always intended to be there for my child.”
“Of course you did.” She held his hand where it rested on her belly and a tear ran down her cheek. It had been a long time since she’d thought about being a mother. She mourned the loss of that part of her, the inability to carry her own child—Curt’s child.
Oh, God, how could she tell him?
“I know there was a possibility it wasn’t biologically mine. I wasn’t a fool. There was no reason to think Amelia did the sensible thing and used protection when she was fucking around. But she said it was.”
And then the baby was gone, and he was alone.
She bit her lip. She couldn’t tell him. Not yet, anyway.
“But now I get to have babies with you. Thank you, Jenna. For giving that back to me.” And her heart broke just a little more.
Chapter Eighteen
Tears ran down her face until she could barely see the road in front of her. Fuck. She wiped furiously at her cheeks. She couldn’t keep driving; she was going to cause an accident. She had to pull over. She saw an exit coming up and took it, ending up in a small town. She pulled into the parking lot of the first motel she came across.
“I think we better get a room, Daisy. I’m not up to driving to Haven. Not tonight.” When she got there, she knew there’d be questions she didn’t feel like answering right now, like why the hell she’d run from the man she loved.
She wasn’t running away, she reassured herself. Yes, she’d taken off while he was away on a job. But she’d left him a note that told him where she was going. Just not why, exactly.
She’d lied to him, the one thing he’d asked her not to do, because she couldn’t figure out how to tell him the truth.
“You’re a wimp, Jenna. Leaving a note is such a cowardly thing to do.”
She just needed some time to think.
And you couldn’t do that in Dallas?
Curt had left two days ago on an out-of-town job, she’d had plenty of time to think. Thinking wasn’t the problem. Talking was. How could she look at him while she explained that she could never have his child? How could she stand the disappointment on his face?
She swiped at her eyes, trying to calm down before she went into the office.
“Oh, Daisy, what have I done?”
Truth was, she missed Haven, and her friends so she’d left Curt a note telling him she was going back to Haven to pack up her stuff and that she needed some time to herself.
He was going to be furious.
After securing a room, she went back to the car and grabbed Daisy and her suitcase. Luckily, this motel allowed dogs to stay in the rooms. Although, as she looked around she could see there wasn’t much a dog could do to make the place any worse.
Oh, well. It wasn’t like she planned on staying longer than one night. She just needed time to regroup before she arrived in Haven. Maybe she’d manage to get some sleep. She snorted. She couldn’t really see that happening.
She laid out some food for Daisy and put her bed on the floor, although she’d probably just sleep with her. She took a quick shower and climbed into some track pants and a T-shirt before laying back on the bed.
***
A ringing woke her. Feeling disorientated and still half asleep, she searched around for her phone. She held it up to her face, blinking to clear her vision. Melody.
With a yawn, she answered the call.
“Hello? Jenna?”
“Here,” she replied, looking around with a bit of confusion. Where was she? This wasn’t Curt’s bedroom. She stood and looked out the curtains. A parking lot. The motel. She was on her way to Haven. Away from Curt.
She dropped the curtain. It was getting dark; she must have slept for a few hours.
“Did I wake you?”
“Um, yeah. I haven’t been sleeping that well and I laid down for a minute and fell asleep.”
She didn’t tell her where she was. She glanced over at Daisy then grabbed her leash. The poor dog was probably desperate. She wagged her tail excitedly.
“Are you okay? You sound funny.”
“Actually, I’m not. I think I’ve been really stupid.”
“Where are you? Has Curt hurt you? Are you somewhere safe? Do you need me to come get you?” With each question, Melody’s voice rose, her agitation clear.
“Woah, okay, hold on. One question at a time. I’m all right. And, no, Curt certainly hasn’t hurt me. I’m just a total wimp.”
“What do you mean?”
“I took off,” she said softly.
“What? Why?”
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sp; She bit down on her lip to hold back a sob. “Because I’m a coward.”
“You’re neither of those things,” Mel defended her. “Although that doesn’t mean you haven’t done something stupid. What happened?”
It still amazed her how her friends had stood by her. Even knowing what her father had done.
Jenna explained everything. About her inability to have a child, Curt’s excitement over the idea of a baby, and feeling homesick for Haven.
“So while he was on an out-of-town job, I left a note telling him I was going to Haven for a bit to pack my stuff and spend some time with you guys.”
“We’ve already packed up your stuff for you.”
She sniffled. “I know, that’s why I’m an idiot. I lied. Because I’m homesick, and I can’t have babies, and I don’t know how to tell him.”
“Oh, Jenna, I take it back. You are an idiot.”
“Well, thanks.”
Melody sighed. “I’m not going to sugarcoat it; you know me, I tell it like it is.”
“I know. I need to talk to him. But he’ll try to convince me that it doesn’t matter whether I can have babies or not. That he wants to be with me no matter what.”
“Of course he would have. Because he loves you. If things were reversed, and he couldn’t have kids, would you leave him?”
“No, but that’s different.”
“Why? Because he’s lost a baby? Because he’s a man? Just because you can’t carry a baby doesn’t mean you can’t have children, Jenna.” There was a disappointed note to Melody’s voice.
And it made Jenna feel all the worse.
“You’re right.”
“Was it just an excuse so you could leave?” Melody asked. “It’s okay if it was. I get it if you wanted to leave him but didn’t know how to get out.”
“No. No, it’s not like that at all. I love Curt.”
“But you also love living in Haven.”
“Yes.” She groaned. “What have I done?”
“You two really need to get your shit together.”
“I know. You’re right.” And she was. Jenna had just needed someone to lay it out. A bit of tough love. “He’s going to be so upset with me.”
“So, make it up to him,” Mel said pragmatically. “I find a blow job helps. Men will forgive anything for a blow job.”
“Mel!” she protested, even though she was smiling.
“What? It’s true. Women all over the world know this. I’m sure Curt is no different.”
“This is more than just sex, Melody. This is forever we’re talking about.”
“I know,” Melody said quietly, more gently. “And it’s understandable you reacted the way you did. The two of you barely had time to breathe, let alone talk to each other, with everything else going on. It’s been an emotional roller coaster and it’s no wonder you needed some time out to think, but you need to talk to him. Go back, Jenna. And hey, you said he’s out of town, right? So you can get back before he sees the note.”
She could. But she’d still need to tell him. She needed to come clean with him. She couldn’t play games like Amelia had.
“Have you always been this bossy?” she teased her friend.
“I like to think of it as assertive,” Mel countered. “Where are you anyway?”
Daisy barked, and she frowned. What was wrong with her? Daisy hardly ever barked.
“I don’t know. Some Podunk town off the highway. I think it had a name from the bible. I have to go, Daisy wants out. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” she said as she opened the door. She paused as she saw two large men standing there. Scruffy, and menacing looking, they glared back at her. Jenna’s hand tightened on the door, prepared to shut it in their faces when the one to the right raised his hand.
“I wouldn’t,” he said, pointing a gun at her chest.
Terror held her frozen. Spots danced in front of her eyes and for a moment, she was back in Sudan, listening to Alana beg for her life. Her breath came in hard gasps, panic threatening to overwhelm her. Stomach churning, she stared at the two men.
No. No, this wasn’t happening again. She dug her fingernails into her palms, the small bite of pain helping her push back the fear.
She wouldn’t let herself be taken.
This time, she wasn’t going without a fight.
“Drop the phone. Now.”
Jenna swallowed, trying to moisten her dry mouth. Who were these guys?
“Drop it,” the other man demanded. She let it slip from her numb fingers without turning it off, hoping Melody was still on the line.
“Who are you? What do you want?” she said loudly, aware of the wobble in her voice.
“Shut up,” the one closest said, reaching for her. “Come quietly and you won’t get hurt.”
As he grabbed her arm, Daisy jumped with a snarl. Jenna took the opportunity to slam her fist into his throat. She quickly kneed him in the balls then followed with an elbow to the back of his neck as he bent over with a cry. Daisy snarled as she ripped into the other guy. He cried out in pain and as he dropped to the ground, Jenna took off.
“Daisy, come.”
She could hear the dog running behind her as she headed to her car. Fuck! No keys. There was a ping against the car next to her, and she screamed, realizing one of them was shooting at her. Why was no one coming to help her? Was everyone else out? Or did they just not care about a woman and her dog being attacked?
Jenna ducked down, keeping low as she moved between cars. She had to make it to the hedge beyond the parking lot. That would give her and Daisy some cover. She grabbed hold of the dog’s collar, keeping her close.
“Come on out, there’s no hiding from us. Our employer just wants to chat with you.”
Their employer? Who the hell’s that?
She moved around another car, trying to slow her breathing. The last thing she wanted was to alert him to where she was.
“Hey, what’s going on out here? What’s all the noise about?” It was the old guy from the office. She didn’t wait around to see what would happen; she took off in the direction of the hedge. Daisy raced silently beside her, and she thanked God for whomever had trained the dog. There was some yelling behind her, but she forced herself to ignore it. They weren’t going to take her. Not again.
Once they were behind the hedge, she looked around. The street lighting wasn’t great here, she’d chosen to stay in a crappy area of town, it seemed. About half a block down there appeared to be some sort of wrecking yard.
“Could be the best place to hide,” she whispered quietly to Daisy. Or an ideal place to be tracked and gunned down. Damned if she knew what to do. What would Curt do?
Curt wouldn’t even be in this position, he’d have disabled both men, taken their guns, and waited for the cops. Probably without breaking a sweat.
Well, she couldn’t sit around thinking about it forever. She took off towards the junk yard, hoping like hell Mel knew to send help.
Oh, God, why had she left Curt?
***
She’d left.
He stared down at the note as he sat in one of the armchairs in his living room. He’d come home from his job early to find her gone. In one hand, he held a glass of whiskey, in the other her note. He frowned. According to her note she’d gone to Haven to pack up her belongings.
Fucking bullshit.
She’d told him her friends were packing up her stuff. If she’d wanted to go and help them then why hadn’t she said anything? Why the fuck would she just leave a note?
Had she left him?
His gut tightened. No. He wasn’t losing Jenna. Whatever was going on, they could fix it. He’d make sure of it. He just wasn’t certain what needed fixing. Fuck. He leaned his head back against the chair, closing his eyes. Actually, he had some idea of what might be the problem.
She missed Haven.
She’d tried to hide it, but he’d seen it in her voice, her face. He’d figured she’d just get over it. And now she’d gone ther
e without him. What if she didn’t want to come back?
Then you move there to be with her.
Could he do that? Leave everything?
And what exactly was he leaving? A crappy apartment? A job he loved, but he could still work from Haven. Or start his own company.
What mattered most was Jenna. Her happiness came first.
He ran his hand over his face. At least he knew where she was, and that she would be safe. If she couldn’t be with him then she was safest in Haven where people would watch out for her.
Oh, but she was in a world of trouble when he caught up to her. She wasn’t going to be able to sit down for a long time. In fact, the idea of spanking her ass each night for at least a week held a lot of appeal.
But first he needed to talk to her. He looked over at his phone. He could call her, but it wouldn’t have the same impact as turning up on her doorstep. Then she wouldn’t be able to refuse to speak to him. He quickly packed up his stuff then strode to the front door as the buzzer sounded. He stilled. Was she back?
He pressed down on the button. “Yeah?”
“Curt, it’s Hunter, why the fuck aren’t you answering your phone?”
“Got other things on my mind. I have to leave town for a few days.” It occurred to him he should buzz Hunter in but he didn’t have time to talk to him and explain. He needed to get to his woman and teach her a lesson about running away from him.
“Curt, Jenna’s in trouble.”
His stomach dropped. “I’ll be right down.” He stormed down the stairs, bag in hand. Hunter was waiting outside. Another car pulled up beside Hunter’s truck. Gray stepped out, his hand holding a phone to his ear. He covered the speaker. “Have you told him?”
“Not yet. Just got here,” Hunter snapped.
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