“Are you feeling any different?” I check, knowing she’s a ticking time bomb. Each day she remains pregnant feels like a blessing; my luck is sure to run out soon.
“Still sitting comfortable.” She sighs, rolling her hand over her towel, and this time, not looking mad about it.
“Thank you.” The words come out of my mouth spontaneously, and when she looks up at me, confused, I feel the need to explain them. “You’ve done the most perfect job. You look so fucking beautiful, and I owe you so much more than what you’re taking with you.”
Her mouth moves like she’s about to say something, but she stops herself.
“You're welcome,” she eventually says, swallowing a lump in her throat as she fakes me a smile. “Now, I do recall you promising to feed me.” She shakes her head and drags us out of an awkward silence.
“That I did.” I kiss her, leading her back upstairs to the kitchen where I’ve prepared a feast fit for an overdue duchess.
GRACE
Four Days Later
Iwatch him frown with concern as I ride his cock as fast and hard as I can manage. We’re getting far too close to the deadline of me being induced, and I am determined to make this happen, even after all my other attempts have failed.
“Gracie, calm down. You're going to hurt yourself.” Jack holds my belly firmly, taking all its weight and trying to slow down my rhythm.
“You heard what the doctor said, Jack. If he doesn’t come in three days, we have to go to the hospital.” My spine feels like it’s going to crack. I’m out of breath because this child is now crushing my lungs as well as my bladder, but I refuse to lose momentum.
“Gracie, please.” Jack shakes his head as I bounce against him harder, resting my hands on the back of my hips to support them.
“Don’t pretend you don’t get off on the idea of breaking my waters,” I tease him, trying to get him as committed to the same cause as I am. I’m convinced he’s doing all he can to keep me in this condition. “You’d love this big, thick cock to put me intolabour.” My suggestion turns his concern into something much more intense.
“You're playing a dangerous game, Gracie,” he warns, clutching my stomach a little tighter.
“Tell me I’m wrong; tell me you don’t want to fuck me into labo—” He doesn’t give me a chance to finish my sentence when he rolls me onto my back, taking my thighs and dragging them to hang off the edge of the bed.
“Let’s get this baby out, the same way we put it in.” He winks, slamming into me so hard I yelp. “You like that? You like this big cock smashing into you hard, when you’re so fucking delicate?” His fingertips dig into my thigh as he thrusts fast and deep. “You want this cock to fuck you into labour? For me to break your waters all over these sheets?” He smiles like the fucking devil. “Gracie, I can’t wait to watch you stretch open and push out our child.” He still has that daring look in his eyes. “Look at these tits. They’re leaking just from the thought of it.” He leans over my swollen body so he can take one in his mouth and graze it with his teeth. I hold his head tight against me, not wanting him to stop. I love how it feels when he sucks from me, and I’m past caring if that’s fucking weird. I never want him to stop. I never want this to end, and when I become so overwhelmed with the thought of this being over that my heart starts beating too fast, I quickly force him away.
“Stop.” I take a moment to breathe and collect myself.
“Fuck, Gracie, I never meant to hurt you.” Jack sounds scared as he checks me over, cradling my stomach and looking worried.
“You didn’t…I just… I.” I can’t get my words out, especially not to him. I can’t let him know the truth. That I’d rather keep this baby inside me forever than walk away from them both.
“Maybe we should just take things easy.” I feel the room is spinning, like I'm going to have a panic attack. All of a sudden,I’m facing reality, and it doesn’t just burn, it fucking crushes, too.
“Gracie, what's wrong? You look scared.” Jack frowns, pulling out of me and looking between my legs, like he’s expecting to see something.
“Iamscared!” I yell, clutching my stomach and struggling onto my feet.
“I’msofuckingscared, Jack.” I want to tell him the truth, but so much is stopping me.
“Scared of what? Of that asshole-fucking-ex?” I can see he’s losing his patience. “Jonah can’t fucking hurt you anymore. How many times do I have to tell you that?” He’s suddenly angry and frustrated, and he doesn’t understand that this isn’t about Jonah; it’s about him.
“Jonah’s dead!” He blurts the words out and stuns me silent.
“Dead?” I check I heard him right. “But how do you…?”
“I know because I fucking killed him.” His confession shocks me so much that I stumble back on my feet, and he has to dive to catch me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you; I’m sorry you’ve been scared all this time for no reason. But I'm not sorry for what I did. I had to protect you,” he tells me, balancing me and gripping me tight, like he’s scared I’m going to bolt.
“You killed him,” I repeat his words, hoping it might help them settle in.
“Yes. I told you I’d do anything to keep you safe.” He slowly releases me and steps back, giving me space to let it sink in. I don’t want space,
