A single stroke and I was completely filled.
Stretched and taken and desired.
I weakened over him, but Jack was there to hold me. He captured me in his arms and groaned with me as our bodies melded the same desperate need that first crashed us together.
His hand passed to my tummy, resting over the tiny bump. His voice raged, hard and muffled against my kisses.
“Nothing sexier than this…” He flexed his hips. I gasped as his cock struck even deeper. “You straddling me, fucking me while…while…”
I arched, trying to suppress the need to explode over him. “While what?”
He moved as best he could with the injured knee. “While you’re pregnant with my baby. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Natural. How you should be. Always. Drives me crazy.”
I moved my hips against him, reveling in just how big his cock was when completely impaled in me. “I waited for you…”
He grinned. “You wanted this cock?”
“Yes.”
“Wanted it inside you?”
“Every minute of the day.”
His satisfied hiss punctuated as he slammed my hips. “There’s nothing better in this goddamned world. Let’s do this forever, Kiss. Fuck the damned championship. I only want you.”
I stilled. He didn’t. His admission fueled his ravishment. He lifted me only to force me down against his cock again and again. We both tensed and ached and murmured lost words into our kisses.
Something was changing. Everything was changing.
But I had no idea what to do or how to stop it.
Or if I even wanted to stop it.
It didn’t make sense to fight what I felt when the only thing that mattered in this world was the baby inside me and Jack plunging in my quivering core.
He’d forsake his championship for me.
What would I surrender for him?
That was easy.
Myself. All of me. Everything that I thought was important and the heart I’d feared to give before. Jack was passion and romance and sensuality, and every second I spent filled with his cock and swelling with his child made me feel...
Desired.
And with him, I was desired. Wanted. Cherished.
Maybe more. Maybe one day. Maybe if we both trusted each other and ourselves?
My feelings for Jack would damn us both, but for now I could simply take my pleasure in his arms while he moved within me.
While I came for him.
Only him.
Nothing else compared.
We crested together, my words broken in a gasp he kissed from my lips. I ached and heated and released everything in a sultry moan as his hands held me steady, firm, and tight.
I crashed to his chest and clung to his strength. His heat burst into my body, and I welcomed every jet of his seed as he grunted into my neck.
I was moved to tears, but I played it off.
“Hormones,” I whispered. “It’s nothing.”
Jack’s thumb brushed the wetness from my cheek. He stared at me, silenced as his cock pulsed another rush of heat.
Silence.
Words that didn’t come.
I caught my breath, gently brushing my lips against his. He met my kiss with the same uncertainty.
Except I was more certain of what I felt than ever.
And I hoped it wouldn’t ruin us both.
Chapter Nineteen – Jack
“Rivets back-up quarterback, Matt Harrington, is playing some spectacular ball.”
The TV cast a miserable glow over the den. It was the third show praising my back-up. Nothing else was on, not even a damned baseball game. All I had was Ainsley Ruport while he verbally sucked Matt’s cock for the millions of people watching Sport’s Nation.
“He really stepped up and took control of a decimated team. After this first pre-season game, I doubt Ironfield’s worrying about their quarterback problems.” Ainsley’s vile grin filled the screen. “And if I were Head Coach Thompson, I’d be considering a real quarterback switch. With Jack Carson’s image problem and run-ins with the law, is it worth jeopardizing the entire organization for a single player?” He winked at the camera. “This knee injury might have made the Rivets’ decision for them.”
I threw the remote. It imbedded in the flatscreen and crackled the glass. A spark flew, and the TV crashed to the ground. I stood, blinded with rage, and aimed a kick for the couch.
“Jack!”
Leah stopped me before I slammed my bad leg into the sofa. Pain ricocheted from my stupid leap to my feet. I swore as the agony raged through me. Leah rushed to help.
Like I needed her pity. I waved a hand. She surveyed the den, the TV, me.
And I knew what she would say.
“Are you that much of an idiot?”
Sounded about right.
She tried to pick up the TV but stopped as she bent over. Her tummy wasn’t big enough to get in the way yet, but her hand brushed her stomach. She sighed. “I might have to ask you to help clean up.”
“Kiss, I’ll get it. Sit down. You’re fucking pregnant.”
“I’m fine.”
“You look tired.”
“And you look like you just threw a remote through the TV.”
I snorted. “I’ll buy a new one if I don’t get cut from the team.”
“Jack, don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s true. The league is counting on it.”
I shouldn’t have paced, but sitting in the same goddamned room night after night made me crazy. The knee wouldn’t heal without moving, and I couldn’t live until I got back on the field. My legs demanded to run. My arm to throw. I couldn’t watch last season’s tapes anymore. I wanted to read a real defense.
I could handle three rushing linebackers, but this uncertainty was worse than a blitz. I had no idea what would happen to my career or how I could fix it.
Or if it could be fixed.
I might have ruined everything.
I might have already fucked myself.
“It was one pre-season game.” Leah leaned against the couch. She fanned her face and then collapsed on the cushion, dropping her purse at her feet. “Just one. The starters only played in the first quarter. If you had been there, you’d have looked just as impressive as Matt.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t. I was on the sidelines. In fucking sweats.”
“Jack—”
“He’s a fifth round draft choice. Fifth! I was first overall. I broke records. I led the team from one of the worst records in the league to the playoffs my first year. My second year got them to the championship. This was supposed to be my season.”
“It still is.”
“Bullshit. It’s not. The league is looking for a reason to kick me out. Coach Thompson gets in my face every damn day waiting until he can make the call. And Christ…” I pointed to the wrecked TV. “The media is salivating for the moment I make one tiny, fucking mistake.”
Leah folded her hands in her lap. “You know you made a lot of mistakes in the past.”
“I’ve changed!”
“It takes time to repair a reputation. You can’t flip a switch, decide you’re changed and expect everyone to accept it.” She smirked. “If that were the case, I’d be out of a job.”
“But you know I’ve changed.” I stared at her, watching as her perfect lips parted. “Don’t you?”
Those big, chocolate eyes glanced away too quickly.
Un-fucking-real.
My heart pounded so hard I blood nearly dripped from my ears. “You don’t believe that I’ve changed.”
Leah extended a hand. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
“We’ve only really been…” She cleared her throat. “I’ve only known the real you for a few months.”
“Yeah. For as long as you’ve been carrying my baby.”
Leah’s jaw set. “That’s not fair.”
“I was good enough to give you a child.”
“I never said you weren’t a good man.”