Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,159

that were immediately necessary. Doctors and more vitamins, insurance changes. One afternoon, and I’d map out our life for the first trimester, at least. Maybe tonight I’d tackle the second…

Jack’s car roared up the driveway. He didn’t wait for the garage doors to open. Jack leapt out as soon as he parked and sprinted into the house. The front door slammed behind him, and he bellowed my name like it was Christmas morning and I was the present waiting for him under the tree.

“Kiss?” He held his arms out, phone in hand. I already texted him the news. He wanted more. “Tell me it’s true.”

I held up the three home-pregnancy tests. “It’s true.”

His smile only faltered for a split second. “That’s really gross. Drop those before you give me a kiss.”

“Oh, come on, Jack—”

“Kiss me, Kiss!”

I dropped my notebook and paper and the tests, but Jack swooped over me before I could move. His arms captured me. I sucked in a breath to reveal it again.

“Jack, I’m—”

He didn’t let me finish.

His kiss overwhelmed me, stealing the words, savoring the truth, and hiding it from the world so it could be ours and ours alone.

I hadn’t expected the kiss, but my body desired nothing but his lips, his touch, his cock. Six weeks of complete and utter passion had left me starved for any contact, any attention from a man who operated on pure testosterone. I’d warned him it’d be harder than it seemed to get pregnant, and that it might take some months of trials. I thought he’d be demoralized.

Jack took it as a personal challenge.

I should have known not to doubt him.

He fucked me every morning. Every night. Sometimes in between. My life became little more than the impatient hours when I wasn’t in his bed.

His cock hardened. My body responded, melting into his arms and sighing in his kiss. I moaned against him and let his dominating tongue lure me into that fuzzy, heated world where I lost all control.

God, what were we doing?

Jack’s hands drifted over my curves, grasping me as if he hadn’t felt the softness of my skin for decades, not hours. We fucked in the morning. Passionate. Fast. Demanding. I rode him, seizing the pleasure he gave. Again and again. My orgasm was frenzied, and I knew something had changed.

I just had no idea how much.

What were we doing?

I pulled from his arms and released a shaky breath. “Jack, we should…talk.”

“Talk?” He didn’t know the meaning of the word. “Kiss, we need to celebrate!”

“Celebrate?”

“Damn right! We should hit the town. Go out for dinner. Fuck, we’ll go out for two. Have the second deliver to the first restaurant. What do you think? Italian and sushi?”

“I…I don’t think I can have sushi now—”

“We have to tell everyone!”

Not a good idea. “Jack, we can’t announce it yet. It’s too early. We don’t say anything until I’m about twelve weeks along.”

“Twelve weeks?” He groaned. “This is huge, Kiss! What’s the point if we don’t tell anyone?”

“We just want to be safe.” I bit my lip. “So we don’t…you know, jinx it.”

“Oh…can we still be excited?”

God, he was cute. “Of course.”

He grinned. “Perfect. Then…we’ll go out. Hit a club. Dance. You can’t drink now, but I’ll buy a bottle of sparkling grape juice. Or…better yet…” His grin turned mischievous. “I’ll go rent us the biggest, swankiest, most luxurious hotel in the city.”

“Why?”

Jack’s eyes brightened, excited and wild and staring at me like I was either a prize to win or a piece of meat to devour.

“Why?” He moved close, brushing the hair from my cheek. “Because you’re carrying my baby!”

I shouldn’t have had such a good shiver warm my core.

I shouldn’t have parted my lips for another kiss.

I definitely shouldn’t have let him overpower me again. He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. I rested on the bed where we had fucked, where I whispered so many secrets but never revealed what I was truly feeling.

“Do you know how I want to celebrate this with you, Kiss?”

Jack brushed his lips against my ear. His lips tickled my neck. I was dizzy again but not from the heat or the news.

“I want to strip you bare…kiss every inch of that beautiful, dark skin…hear you moan my name while you come and come and—”

“Jack…” My body naturally surrendered as he rested over me. I curled my fingers into his shirt, grazing hard muscle. How many times had I clung to his strength as he fucked