Jess
I stood in the mirror and looked at my stomach. It was at that point where I looked fat but not yet pregnant. I was not liking this phase of pregnancy. My boobs were bigger, and Jason loved that. Until today I hadn’t minded. I loved knowing I was carrying Jason Stone’s baby.
He had classes all day, and I wanted to surprise him at lunch. But when I texted him, he said he had to go to the library and get some research pulled from some blah, blah, blah stuff I didn’t understand.
By the time he had responded to my text, I was already on the Harvard campus and had to turn back home. Girls my age in tight tops and cute little skirts were all over the place. They were all smart and brilliant like Jason.
They looked like everything I wasn’t, and I hated them. I hated that he was there every day with girls like this. I was at home, pregnant, taking online college courses because my nausea had kept me from actually attending college in person.
While I’m at home, he’s here living this life of a college guy, seeing everything I took away from him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at my own image in the mirror in front of me. I was ruining his life. I was nothing like what he deserved. I had my body and looks before, but now I was losing that. And what did I have to even compete with those girls?
I had nothing. I was exactly what his mother said: a weight around his neck.
“Jess, baby, are you crying?”
I jerked my head up to see Jason coming in the bedroom door, moving directly toward me with a purposeful stride. Seeing him dressed in his white oxford shirt and slacks, looking like one of those elite people I will never be, sent my tears into a full-blown sob.
I hadn’t made friends here because no one liked me. I wasn’t like them. I was different. Jason had even distanced himself from his friends at school, and I knew why. They didn’t like me. I wasn’t classy and rich.
Jason’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me against his chest. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His voice was so gentle and patient. Which only made me cry harder.
“You’re scaring me, Jess,” he said in a concerned tone as he ran his hand over my head and then cupped my face. “Tell me what’s wrong. I hate it when you cry.”
I tried to control my sobbing and wiped at my tear-streaked face, now worried because I was going to be all red and blotchy. Not exactly something a man wants to come home to.
“Did someone say something to you? I swear to God, if they did I’ll kill someone. . . .”
He had been forced to defend me a lot in this world. Now that we didn’t do much with the crowd he used to spend time with, it happened less. I shook my head so he would calm down. I sniffed, swallowing the newest onslaught of tears that were threatening to break free.
“I’m a . . . weight . . . around your neck,” I choked out, my words followed by a sob.
“Has my mother been here?” he asked angrily.
I shook my head. “No, it’s just . . . just the tr-truth,” I hiccupped. “I don’t fit into your wo-orld. I just hinder your life,” I finished, then buried my face in his neck.
His arms tightened around me. “You put color in my life, Jess. You make me laugh and you give me a reason to smile even when things are shit. You’re my world. I don’t know where you’re getting this bullshit. Baby, you never have been and will never be a weight around my neck. Ever.”
I kissed his neck and sniffled. His words always helped steady me. The past month, my emotions had been a roller coaster. My usually tough exterior had crashed and burned somewhere around twelve weeks of pregnancy. And everything hurt my feelings.
Jason ran his hands over my widening h*ps and cupped my butt. “No panties. Fucking hot,” he said, smiling. “I missed you today. I hate being away from you. Wish I could put you in my pocket and take you to all my classes with me.”
Smiling through my tears, I kissed him under his chin. “I’m too fat to fit in your pocket.”
His hands squeezed my bottom. “Nothing about you is fat. You’re all curvy and soft and carrying my baby. Most perfect woman on earth.”
He finished that sweet little statement, then covered my mouth with his. Hungry for him, I groaned and opened for him. The gentle thrust of his tongue as it swirled around mine before moving out and back in made me think of where else I’d like him to thrust into my body. I wiggled against him, feeling his erection pressing against my stomach.
“I forgot to mention: always so hot and horny, too,” Jason said with a growl, reaching for my nightgown and taking it off me with one hand. I was completely na**d underneath.
“What do you need, baby? What will make you feel good? It’s time I take care of my girl, and I’m all yours.”
When a man like Jason Stone offers to take care of you, it’s hard to put thoughts together.
Anything he did would make me happy. But I knew exactly what to do to make him crazy. He had always loved my butt, but now that it was fuller he was positively obsessed with it. I turned around and put my palms on the dresser, sticking my bottom out to him and spreading my legs. “I need to be f**ked,” I said sweetly, glancing back over my shoulder at him and batting my eyelashes teasingly.
His eyes were hot and glued to my ass. He lifted his gaze from what I was asking for to look at me. I made the pouty lips that drove him nuts. “Hurry, I’m all achy.”
“Holy f**k, Jess,” he groaned, jerking his shirt off without even unbuttoning it, then ripping his pants off faster. “I love this ass. And the naughty girl it’s attached to. She f**king owns me.”