Jumper and Jasmine’s comforter was covered with pregnancy sticks. But what was worse was the number of unopened boxes still in bags by the door. What the fuck was going on?
Sophia had her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a long sweater with black leggings and sexy-as-fuck knee-high boots. Jasmine, on the other hand, looked terrible. She was leaning against Jumper’s broad chest like there wasn’t an ounce of energy left inside her. Her bathrobe was open a little too much for decency, forcing Pirate to quickly turn around and face the bedroom door.
“They’re just boobs,” he heard Sophia scoff behind him. “Okay, it’s safe to turn back around.”
Slowly turning in case Jasmine’s robe hadn’t been fixed after all and Sophia was just trying to start shit, Pirate peeked and was relieved to see Jasmine was completely covered once more. Jumper had a hand clamping her robe closed for good measure too.
He sent Jasmine an apologetic smile. She barely met it in return. God, she looked awful. Weren’t pregnant women supposed to glow or something?
The only experience Pirate had with a pregnant woman was when he’d found Harper mid-labor trying to leave the highschool last March. He hadn’t even understood when Lucky had asked if her water had broken. Pregnancy was fucking terrifying.
Despite that he’d called Sophia into the bedroom, Jumper’s eyes were on Pirate. “Get your fucking woman under control.”
Pirate raised an eyebrow at his big brother. “I don’t even know what the fuck is going on. Is Jazz pregnant?”
“Yes,” Sophia said as Jumper and Jasmine said, “No.”
“Well that didn’t clear a thing up,” Pirate scoffed. “What the hell is going on?” His eyes dropped to the pregnancy tests on the bed. They weren’t lined up neatly, nor were they all facing upward. But enough were for Pirate to see either a single blue line or the word Negative on a digital screen.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.
“Fuck,” he grumbled out. Feeling a headache coming on, Pirate rubbed his temple. “What the hell, Sophia? How many tests did you force her to take?”
“Like three,” Sophia waved off. “She’s pregnant! No one has had the flu here in weeks! It doesn’t make sense for her to have it.”
“Except that she works with the public?” Pirate offered up.
Sophia glared at him over her shoulder. “You’re not helping.”
He pointed to the mattress. “And you are? One would have been enough! Not,” he counted really quick, “fourteen!”
“It’s a womanly thing, you wouldn’t understand,” Sophia snapped at him.
“Pretty sure I understand more than you do right now.” Pirate approached his wife. His hand ached to blister her ass for this stunt. “I think you made your best friend, who likely is sick with a stomach bug or the flu, become dehydrated to prove your theory.”
“She’s hydrated!” Sophia’s eyes blazed, likely at the accusation that she’d endangered the health of her best friend.
Pirate shook his head. “Clean up here and say goodbye to Jazz. We’re leaving. She needs rest and less,” he waved his hand up and down her, “of this.”
He, on the other hand, needed much, much more ofthis. He truly was insane, because Sophia’s antics were a fucking turn on for him.
Pirate didn’t even havea chance to remove his prosthetic leg before Sophia was on him. Yeah, there was no questioning his insanity. He was done for. A goner. Because fucking hell, there was nothing hotter than a very naked Sophia riding him.
His hands kneaded her ass cheeks like they were made ofPlay-Doh. Groaning, he thrust up inside her as she bounced on his cock. They’d long ago thrown out the condoms. Sophia had been on the shot for six-ish months now, which was fucking fantastic. Messy, but fantastic.
He lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her ass. “Naughty, naughty girl. You have no shame.”
Sophia’s smile was wicked. “None,” she said in agreement. She was completely naked while he still wore his sweater. His pants were undone, though only pulled down to his upper thighs. Her hands gripped the cotton of his sweater so tight that, if she were any stronger, she would have ripped it open by now.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me, take my cock. It’s been two fucking days since I was inside you.” Pirate couldn’t remember the last time they hadn’t had sex since they started having sex. Was it possible that yesterday was the first full day since their first ride on that pirate ship in the San Francisco Bay that they hadn’t had sex? He wasn’t positive, but there was a good chance that statement was accurate. Even her period didn’t stop them.
Rocking back and forth, she took his dick like a good girl. Pirate lifted his head with the intent to take one of her nipples, but even in the throes of passion he caught the moment her expression changed.
Like a switch had been flipped, Sophia froze on top of him.
“Baby, what?—”
Sophia flew off Pirate so fast it was a wonder she didn’t take his dick with her. Scrambling to right his pants and follow her, Pirate nearly tripped over the collection of unopened pregnancy test boxes still in plastic bags from the pharmacy. They’d brought them over to their side of the house when they left Jumper and Jasmine only minutes ago.
