“Sam,” I called again as I climbed out of bed, pulling the sheet with me, then wrapping it around my naked body.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and found a note beneath it.
Baby doll,
I hope you’re well rested. You were sleeping when I returned yesterday, and I didn’t want to disturb you. I’m having an MRI done this morning. I shouldn’t be long. Also, don’t panic about Jordyn. You didn’t miss her. My dad called last night. Jordyn had been discharged from the hospital later than expected, and my dad wanted to talk to the state police about Junior’s body. They’ll be here around noon. Oh, and Jo and Harley went in together and bought you some clothes. They’re on the chair by the closet.
Love, your baby papa.
I snorted and rolled my eyes at baby papa, then smiled at Jo and Harley’s generosity. When we’d gotten out of the shower, I’d made a comment to Sam about clothes and how it would be impossible to have any type of wardrobe, given how fast I was about to grow in size and weight. Yoga pants would do the trick, since they were stretchy, along with an oversized T-shirt or blouse. It wasn’t my usual attire of skinny black jeans and tight-fitting tops, but it would be nice to find something that fit and looked good at the same time.
I wound my way around the foot of the bed and over to the chair. From the infirmary to the apartment, I’d worn a pair of sweatpants and a loose top that Jo had lent me. I had some outfits at Harley’s house and a couple here, but none of those garments would fit me at the moment.
I snatched another note off the pile of clothes. This one was from Harley and Jo.
Sam mentioned you needed something to wear, so we picked up a variety of maternity outfits in different sizes, based on what we’ve seen you wearing. We can return what doesn’t fit.
I sifted through an array of high-end leggings, jeans, tank tops, T-shirts, and V-neck sweaters in different colors to mix and match.
Emotion clogged my throat. I didn’t know how I’d gotten so lucky to have fast friends like Jo and Harley. I needed to repay them somehow and catch up with Harley especially. She was definitely my new bestie. She’d been a rock and a gracious host during the time Sam had been in a coma.
I chose an outfit, then jumped into the shower, not lingering long. I wanted to be completely alert for Jordyn. We had so much to catch up on. I hadn’t seen her since I stabbed Fred Emery in the hospital garage.Asshole.I should pay him a visit in the base prison and finish what I’d started.
Once I was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a light-blue T-shirt, I twisted my hair up on my head, then wound my way through the apartment. A cozy feeling washed over me. This spacious open floor plan was mine and Sam’s. I poked my head into the empty bedroom beside Sam’s that had once been Jo’s, envisioning the nursery. If my dreams were any indication of the sex of the babies, I could confidently say I was having at least one girl and one boy, so the colors had to blend. A coat of soft light-gray paint to start. I loved the grays, blues, blacks, and pinks. I wasn’t a fan of yellow.
The click and groan of the front door resonated.
Three seconds later, Sam strutted in, his long legs eating up the space as he entered the future nursery. “There’s my baby mama. You’re awake.” His gaze roamed lazily over me. “Love the new clothes.”
A slow flush crawled up to pinch my cheeks, and my lips tingled at his heated but loving stare. Instantly, my lady parts awakened, my core went liquid, and my body hummed. I was ready to strip his black uniform off him, pull the leather strap from his hair, and ride him into the sunset.
“And you’re officially my baby papa,” I teased through a laugh.
He leaned in and kissed the sensitive spot just below my ear. “You want to hear me roar,” he retorted.
I playfully pushed him, but, of course, he didn’t budge. “That makes no sense.”
He captured my earlobe between his teeth, his warm breath grazing my neck. “Sure it does. I’m papa bear, and you’re mama bear.”
I dropped into a fit of giggles as delicious shivers pebbled my skin. “How many pet names will we have?”
“As many as possible to make you laugh, Layla. It’s good to see you happy.”
I angled my head, giving him access to do as he pleased. “You know what would make me happier? You inside me.”
“See? I told you pregnant women were horny.” He backed me into a wall before placing one hand on each side of me and rubbing his cheek against mine as if he was marking me with his scent. Then he jammed his impressive bulge into me. “That would definitely make me happy too.”
I craned my neck up at him. “But?” We had about twenty-five minutes before Jordyn would arrive. That was plenty of time to fuck like bunnies.
He gave me that boyish-yet-sexy grin as he stroked my lips with the pad of his thumb. “I have something else in mind.”
I arched an eyebrow, wrapped my lips around this thumb, and suckled.
His eyes flashed quicksilver, and he groaned, mashing his dick into me. Before I could track his movements, my arms were above my head, and his tongue was in my mouth, claiming what was his—my body, my mind, my soul. Our tongues fought for control as a wild need for dominance had me nipping his bottom lip, drawing blood.
That burn in the back of my throat sparked instantly.
As if he knew, he bit into his wrist. “Drink,” he rasped.
