“I don’t doubt it.” I’ve always suspected there was more to Jack Ravenshaw than what he lets the world see, but looking up at his stern face, I feel no fear. Only comfort.
“I can protect you from Jonah,” he assures me, and I smile as if I might believe him. Truth is, nothing can save me from him. Nothing except for this deal we’ve made.
“The only way I’ll ever be safe from that man is if he was dead.” I laugh sadly, and when Jack slides his hand behind my ear and kisses me, it feels different from all the times before; softer, more fragile, and it seems to fill the hollow of my chest.
“Why did you come find me?” he whispers, keeping his forehead tight to mine and his thumb stroking my cheek.
“I’m ovulating, aren’t I?” I smile up at him.
“You came here to get knocked up?” His free hand slides down my back, then over my hip so he can grip my thigh, and I nod in response.
“Fuck. What am I going to do with you?” He shakes his head and smiles that boyish grin at me.
“Hopefully, put your baby inside me.” I grab at his belt, knowing that the idea of him making me pregnant gets him off. He watches my hand as I remove his cock from his trousers and start pulling it through my fist, holding it with just the right amount of tension to make him moan.
“How about doing it, right here on your desk?” I suggest, sliding my other hand around his neck and drawing him closer to my lips.
“Fuck your heir into me, Jack,” I whisper against his mouth, and my words must trigger the beast inside him because that soft, gentle kiss turns into something that feels like an attack. His fingers grip me too tight, so tight that I feel them bruising. He growls into my mouth like he's been possessed, and when his hand slips up my skirt, and he notices I’m not wearing panties, he quickly pulls away.
“You came prepared.” He looks at me with that same confused look again.
My core is clenching, desperate to feel him inside me; my pussy is leaking on his desk from the anticipation, and I gasp when his fingers wrap around my throat.
“You like the idea of me knocking you up, don’t you?” He tilts his head and studies me.
“Maybe.” I swallow thickly, because there's a whole lot of truth in my answer that shouldn’t be there. Jack must like my response because he rewards me by spreading my legs wider with his knees and edging his cock inside me.
“You love the idea of me fucking this unprotected pussy.” He kisses me again, before I can answer. “You're too stubborn to admit it, but you like the idea of me taking care of you for the next nine months.” He releases my throat and slides the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, wiping away the lipstick I put on before coming down.
“You don’t have to pretend with me; you don’t have to be brave for anyone.” His thrusts get deeper, and his voice gets raspier. “Youcanbe vulnerable, Gracie. You're going to be vulnerable when you're growing my child, and I’m going to take pleasure in every second I get to take care of you.” I want to argue, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. His words have stirred something soft and comforting in my stomach that is impossible to deny.
“Fuck, I’m going to take such good fucking care of you.” He takes my throat in his hand again, this time much more gently, as he uses it to push me back so my back is flush with his desk.
“You’re going to look so fucking perfect carrying my heir, Gracie.” He trails his hand down my body to rest on my stomach. “The first time I saw you out there scouting my garden, I knew there was something special about you. Now I know what it is…you were made for this.” He pins my hips to his desk and slams into me harder. “You were made to take this cock. Made to take my cum, and fucking made to grow my child.” Suddenly, that warm fuzzy feeling turns into something heavy and explosive.
“That’s right, Gracie, come for me. Soften that tight, little pussy so I can fill it with a baby. Is that what you want?” he asks, and the only response I can give him is a long, drawn-out moan. “Come on, Gracie, it’s time to be honest. Is that what you want?” He pushes himself to the hilt and holds himself still, so we both feel the way we pulse for each other.
“Admit it.” He holds my orgasm hostage, staring me in the eye and waiting for my answer.
I raise myself back up, wrap my arms around his neck, and whisper in his ear.
“Yes.”
“Fuck!” His growl is so deep I feel it vibrate against my chest, and the tension in his fingers almost makes them tremble.
“I’m going to knock you up so fucking good that you’re going to beg me to do it again,” he warns me, holding me steady as he smashes his hips into mine. “Do you feel that? How desperate your pussy is for my cum?” He fists my hair and pulls my head back so we’re looking at each other. “I think you want this just as much as I do.” There's so much tension in his fingers, in his eyes, and in our bodies that I feel the invisible wire holding all this together is about to snap.
“Yes,” I manage, my toes curling and my hips thrusting for more. “Please.” I hear the desperation in my voice as my nails dig into his shoulder.
“Please, what, Gracie?” His hips start pounding again.
“Please knock me up.” My words come out, along with my release, and the wave of euphoria shivers my skin and takes all the breath from my body.
“You're so fucking perfect. Stubborn, and a little broken, but fucking perfect.” His voice becomes strained as his heat floods my pussy, and he kisses me fiercely.
“I’m never going to want to let you go,” he whispers, burying his head into my neck and squeezing my body tighter to his. I ignore the tear that spills out of my eye and runs down my cheek when I remind myself that he’ll have to, but I can’t ignore how good it feels to have him hold me in his arms and pretend that he doesn’t.
JACK
