“You’re not working out now.”
“I have to, Kiss.” His words were too sharp. He apologized. “Look, the team is depending on me. They need me to be healthy. I have to keep training on whatever I can or else…”
He spoke so painfully, and his expression twisted.
God, he was guilty.
Jack was guilty for getting hurt.
And everyone accused him of being selfish. Including me. How wrong was I about this man?
I brushed my hands along his face, touching his hardened jaw line and the angles of his cheeks. Nothing on Jack was ever soft—not his body, never his cock—but, for once, I saw something that was.
His heart.
I caressed him, forcing those deep, steel blue eyes to look at me. “Jack, you’re going to be fine. Stay off that leg so you can go back to the team—”
“I’m missing camp. I’m missing pre-season games.”
“But you’ll be ready for the regular season. Game one, starting under center. I promise. You just need to relax.”
His lips thinned into a frustrated line. “I don’t know how to relax without…”
“Without what?”
“Going out. Getting a drink. Having a night with my friends.” He shrugged. “Can’t do that after that bar fight…”
I hoped it wasn’t just the bar fight keeping him well-behaved.
I hoped it was me and the baby and the work we did on the nursery after he came home from practice, aching and bruised but eager to build mobiles and bouncers.
I hoped it was the prospect of a nice dinner, a quiet night, a mocha milkshake with a handful of cranberries. If nothing else, Jack tolerated the weird pregnancy cravings better than I did.
But I doubted anything could truly change him. There was no reason for me to force the life I hoped he’d lead on him. Instead, I had to make home just as interesting as heading out for a night of trouble and fun.
I could do fun while pregnant.
And I could certainly do his brand of trouble…
I tugged on his hand, biting my lip just to capture his attention. “Come with me, Mr. Carson.”
He resisted my first tug, but he could never resist the shimmying promise of my hips. God only knew how much longer I could use my wiles. Soon I’d have to exploit my swelling tummy.
I had a feeling he’d like that more.
“What are you doing?” Jack’s eyes darkened as I lured him to the couch. He limped, but he didn’t complain, even as he winced before sitting.
“Just relax, Mr. Carson.”
He smirked. “Kiss, I think you’re trying to seduce me.”
“I think you’re right.”
“This some weird pregnancy thing?”
“If it was, would it matter?” I dropped to the floor before him, hands on his knees. “Be honest.”
“Absolutely not.” His voice deepened as I gently kissed along his good knee. He should have elevated it, but only one part of him perked upright. His cock bulged against the suit trousers. “I think I like you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Ravenous. On your knees. Serving me.”
“Serving you?” I arched my eyebrow. “This isn’t serving. This is…tending to your needs.”
Jack grunted as I rubbed my hands over the noticeable bulge in his pants. “How is that any different?”
“It’s much different. I’m not getting you off. I’m taking care of you.”
In more ways than just his body.
In ways I wasn’t ready to admit yet.
I slowly undid the zipper on his pants, surprised by how my mouth watered and core clenched just imagining what lurked beneath. I released his monster cock. He was thick and hard, and this perfect pleasure was the absolute perk of sharing his bed. Nothing better existed than his hands on my hips, lips on my neck, and shaft buried inside my wanting slit.
Jack groaned as I pumped him, actually bucking his hips to get closer to my mouth. It hadn’t been that long since we last touched, but it ached us both. After the fight at the fundraiser and his injury, we didn’t have time to talk about anything dangerous. We worked out our usual emotional truce in each other’s arms.
Jack burst to life in my hands. I hadn’t realized how much he needed something physical to feel whole.
Or maybe it was more than simple pleasure?
Maybe it was my touch?
That was a risky hope to an already fragile heart.
His growl thrilled me as I leisurely took his cock into my mouth, letting my lips tease softly around the head. I flicked a playful tongue along the sensitive underside. He loved that. Loved that I did it for him. Loved that I looked up at him, held those bandit blues, and pleasured him as he was meant to be savored.
He groaned my name.
Whispered his praise.
I expected him to get rough. His hand tangled in my hair, but he didn’t yank. His fingers touched my cheek. He guided me to the spot that tensed his every muscle.
“Kiss…you’re so good at this…”
It wasn’t talent. It was adoration. I took more of him into my mouth to avoid speaking.
God, I had no idea what I was doing around this man anymore. Suddenly just pleasuring him, trying to distract him from an awful day and his pain became something more.
I wasn’t helping him to relax. I worshipped his cock, memorizing every ragged breath that passed over his lips. I wanted him to feel better. I wanted him to be happy.
I just…
Wanted him.
His words stirred me, layering me in a quick heat that only served to make everything more complicated.
“Kiss…strip. Now.”
His shaft popped out of my mouth, slippery and shining with my attention. I lapped at the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that trickled from the head. More where that came from.
“What do you want, Jack?”
“See you…” He groaned as I jerked him off. “Let the see the bump. Let me see what I did to you.”
Oh, there was something absolutely primal about this. I bit my lip. “But I’m…getting bigger.”
His eyes widened, wild and aggressive. “Yeah. And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Jack helped me as best he could without moving his knee. His fingers clutched at my shorts, ripping them down. I smirked and pulled my top off, shivering as his attention turned feral when the bra dropped from my shoulders.
I was all curves. All natural. Soft and dark and swelling in both my chest and tummy.
His cock pulsed harder. Stiffer.
“Suck me.” His order was sharp, and it only stirred me more. “Now, Kiss. Suck me while you’re naked and carrying my baby.”
I dropped back to my knees, guided by his cautious hand so not to hurt me or the baby. That only made me want him more.
I never thought Jack Carson would care about someone else. He took his pleasure from my mouth, but he touched me with such gentleness. He whispered a sensual gratitude I longed to make him groan again.
His cock throbbed in my mouth. I licked and kissed and caressed. Sucking him off was an experience, and I proved how much I liked it by swallowing as much of his length as I could. When I drew up for air, his eyes narrowed on me.
Studying me.
Marveling at my body.
So intense. So comforting.
Was he always like this?
Was it a change? Since when was Jack Trouble-Maker Carson compassionate about others? Especially when he had his cock sucked by someone begging to let his thick flesh pump between her lips?
The damn hormones raged through me. I didn’t know whether to sit, cry, or admit how wrong I was about him.
My core heated. I needed him. I couldn’t last another second without feeling him inside me.
I sucked his cock just to earn his pleased profanity. He hardened, tensed, and was ready to reward my efforts. But Jack read my expression. He saw that desire, and it raged through him just as fierce. He helped me to my feet, but I didn’t let him move. I wiggled into his lap and he guided me over that glistening cock.
“Look at you, Kiss. No one can doubt you’re mine.”
Neither did I anymore.
His whisper sliced through me. “You want me?”
“Always.”
“How bad?”
Pure honesty. “More than I’ve ever needed you.”
His cock warmed my slit. He held me in place, staring into my eyes as I slid over him.