How to Win at Poker, a book – From Jackson to Seph
Victoria
I’d never hada man pass out while he was inside me before.
There had been one occasion – not with Max – when I had fallen asleep during sex. To his credit, the guy I was with had stopped and woken me up, extremely apologetic and concerned that by sleeping I’d retracted my consent. It was that concern that he’d voiced as soon as he’d woken me, which possibly explains why I fell asleep like that in the first place.
This – Max collapsing just when his dick was starting to fully harden and I was all about a second round right now – was nothing to do with Max needing sleep.
This was him fainting, and I knew there was no way I wasn’t going to be able tonottell Claire and Van about this at some point in the near future.
I started to laugh, finding it rather difficult as I had around fifteen stone of sheer male muscle collapsed on me.
“W…what…” He started to come to, rolling off me onto the floor. I grabbed his T-shirt before we needed to explain to Marie why we were getting the sofa cleaned.
His expression was utterly dazed and confused.
“What did you say?”
I started to laugh, not the sort of delicate, feminine laugh, more theshit I’m going to wet myselfhysterics that was going to end in tears and a shortness of breath.
I also couldn’t speak, which was adding to Max’s frustrations as he lay on the floor, and my laughter was getting uncontrollably louder which could lead to someone coming in, finding us both here, very, very naked.
“Vic, did you say the test in the bathroom was yours?” He looked aghast. Shocked.
I managed to nod, still laughing. Tears were there now. There was a lot of wetness going on.
“And it was positive?”
I nodded, just about getting some semblance of control over my laughter.
“So you’re pregnant?”
I nodded again but managed to control my laughter enough to speak. “That’s generally what a positive pregnancy test means. The person who’s peed on the stick is pregnant.”
He sat up; his face white.
“You’re pregnant?”
I moved off the sofa, picked up my dressing gown and put it on, just in case someone came in. No one would be overly bothered if they saw Max naked, and given that the room smelled of cinnamon scented sex, it wouldn’t be difficult to work out what we’d been doing. However, if, for example, Seph entered and saw me naked, that would be the end of Seph.
I faced him on the floor, my legs going over his. My eyes going over his body. Thick, muscular thighs, broad chest with defined pecs and the mural of tattoos that I loved to trace, a ladder of abs and his arms; hard big biceps that could literally make my mouth water.
“You’ve just looked at me like I look at your tits.” He almost sounded disgruntled. “And you haven’t answered me.”
I laughed again and leaned over straddling him, his T-shirt falling over his lap. “I’m pregnant. I was going to tell you in the morning, but I woke up and I couldn’t wait.”
“The test in the bathroom was yours.”
I nodded. “I had it in my bag and took it just before we all got together this evening. I thought I’d wrapped it up and put it back away but I was just in – shock.” When I’d seen the result I hadn’t believed it. There had been many tests over the last few months; each time I’d been heartbroken and then doubly so when I’d told Max and seen the disappointment on his face.
“You’re pregnant.”
I realised that what I’d just said hadn’t gone in at all.
“I’m pregnant. We’re going to be parents.”
This time I saw the realisation, the understanding. He rushed his arms around me and brought me into his chest, holding me tight. His head buried into my neck and I felt wetness.
