Chapter 15
MADDISON
I stir the eggs in the pan and look away when I feel another nausea attack. The room is crowded, the boys are being their usual rowdy selves and I swear it's far too hot in here.
“Miles, could you prop open that door or something?” I ask, lifting the huge pan of eggs onto the heat mat in the center of the table. He gets up and lets in some cool air and I feel a little light-headed as I step back from the table.
“Ya good?” Jace looks concerned as he takes his place at the table.
“Couldn’t be better.” I manage a smile. I can’t admit that I feel sick, it’ll get his hopes up and then he’ll make me do a test. I’m not ready for that yet.
“I forgot coffee.” I turn my back on the table and grab the percolator from the machine, and when the waft of it hits me, I have to quickly put it down and vacate the room. I dash out the backdoor that Miles just opened and head around the back of the house, bracing my palm against it as I bring up the contents of my stomach.
“Mad–”
“Stay back, don't look at me.” I hold up my other hand to place a barrier between us. The last thing I want is for him to see me with vomit in my hair.
“Don’t be stupid.” He marches up behind me, scooping up my hair in his big, strong hands and gathering it at my nape.
His free hand strokes the arch between my shoulders as I spew up a little more onto the ground beneath me.
“You’re okay,” he tells me while I take a few breaths and compose myself. Straightening up, I turn around to face him and when I see the grin on his face I want to knock his head off his shoulders.
“I’m glad you find my suffering so amusing.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and glare up at him.
“Oh, darlin’, it ain’t your sufferin’ that’s making me happy.” He steps into my space and lifts me up from under my thighs. Pressing me into the wall, he shocks the hell out of me when he kisses me.
“Jace, I just–”
“I think we made a baby, Princess.” He ignores the fact my breath must smell like vomit and kisses me again.
“I’m pretty sure taking the test is simple,” I tell him when we’re in the bathroom. There's no way I could have held him off any longer and suddenly, that sick feeling in my stomach has been replaced with nerves. All the symptoms Jace has read about are there; my period is late, my tits feel tender when he touches them and now I’m throwing up, but getting it confirmed feels overwhelming. It’s not that I’ve changed my mind, if anything, my desire to be pregnant with Jace’s child has grown over the past few weeks. I just know there will be judgment from my parents, and I can’t blame them for that. Starting a family with a man you’ve just met isn’t exactly the most rational thing to do when you just dumped your fiancé of six years.
“I’m sure it is, but we need to get this right.” Jace lays the instructions out on the counter and pops the cap off the white stick in his hand.
“Hop on the seat.” He nods toward the toilet and I immediately start to laugh.
“You don’t honestly expect me to do that with you in here, do you?” I stare back in horror. Him seeing me throw up was bad enough, I will not allow him to watch me pee.
“Who d’ya think is gonna hold the stick? I told ya we are gettin’ this right.”
“Absolutely not.” I go to snatch the thing from his hand but he raises his arm so it’s out of my reach.
“Darlin’, the journey starts here, I’m not being in another room.”
“I think the journey started when you put your dick inside me without a condom on it,” I point out, stretching up on my toes and attempting to grab the stick from his hand.
“Mads, there’s every chance that my kid’s in there.” His voice softens as he lowers his arm, but keeps a firm grip on the test. “There’s nothing I want you to do without me, there’s nothing you need to hide or be ashamed of.” He starts walking toward me, forcing me to step back toward the toilet. Then sliding his other hand into the side of my yoga pants and panties, he slips them off my hips and guides me down on the seat.
“Why d’ya look so scared?” He smiles as he crouches in front of me and slowly parts my legs.
“This is just…it’s a lot to process,” I admit, as his hand reaches into the space between my thighs and he holds the stick in place.
“What if I get pee on your hand?” I bite my lip awkwardly and he laughs. “I’m a rancher, I’ve had a lot worse.”
“Jace, I am scared,” I admit, resting my forearms on his shoulders and closing my eyes.
“What ya scared about? I promised I’m gonna take care of you.”
“I know, and it’s not that.” I swallow thickly. “This is our first attempt and you’ve got your hopes up really high on this being positive. So, have I…What if it’s not?” I feel the nerves in my stomach flapping out of control.
“Then we get to have a whole lotta fun trying again but, baby, if you don’t pee for me, we won’t know.” His voice is calm and soothing, and when the hand he’s not holding the test with gently strokes my thigh, I allow myself to release.
“Look at me, pretty girl,” he whispers, and when I open my eyes and see him staring back at me, I don’t have time to feel nervous or embarrassed because he kisses me so delicately that it makes my head spin. It seems Jace Sullivan can add pissing on a pregnancy stick to the list of things he can turn sexy.
“Good girl.” He pulls away and takes the stick with him when I’m done and, placing the test on the basin, he allows me some dignity when he turns his back on me while I fix myself up.
“So how long do we wait?” I step up beside him and run my hands under the faucet.
“We don’t have to,” he tells me, holding the test up in front of me. “The line turned pink as it was running through. You’re pregnant.” I don’t know why I’m so shocked, given all the evidence but my mouth falls open as he lifts me off my feet and spins me around.
“Shit, sorry, I don’t know if I’m supposed to lift ya now.” He quickly places me back down and I grab the basin when I feel a little unsteady.
I’m pregnant. I’m having a baby. A real-life baby who’s going to be part mine and part his. The fantasy of the past few weeks has just become a reality.
“Let me see that.” I snatch the test off him and compare the results window to the examples on the instructions, and sure enough the lines are in the right place.
I am pregnant.
“Holy shit.” I cover my mouth and start to laugh. “We actually did it. We really did make a baby.” I try to think of a time when I’ve ever felt this happy or excited.
“We sure the fuck did, Princess.” Jace lifts me up onto the basin unit and positions himself between my legs. Then lifting the shirt I’m wearing over my head, he places both his calloused palms on my bare stomach.
“Do you have any idea how badly I wanna fuck you, right now? I mean, I liked the idea of it before, but knowing you got my baby in there is making me kinda feral for you.” He leans in and kisses my neck.
“Then do it.” I raise my ass up off the counter so he can slide down my yoga pants, again.
“You think it’s safe? I mean, you’re in the early stages, we don’t wanna?—”
“I Googled it, it’s safe, even with a tool like yours.”
“You actually Googled if it was safe to have sex before you found out, for sure?” He looks up at me judgingly.
“No, I Googled if it was safe to have sex with a mega cock if you're pregnant. You got the all-clear.” I reach between us and start unbuckling his belt because, suddenly I feel like I have to have him, right here, right now.
“Thank the good Lord for Google.” He smiles as he forces his jeans off his hips and lines himself up with my entrance. We don’t need foreplay, my pussy is already wet just from knowing that I’m nurturing something of his inside me, and his cock is so hard I can practically see it throbbing.
“Fuck, Mads, this is hot,” he growls as he pushes his tip inside me.
“I just knew I was gonna knock you up first time,” he tells me, cupping my ass in his hands as I wiggle my hips and take his cock exactly how I want it. “That’s it, darlin’, you take this cock. You take this cock that knocked you up and make yourself feel good from it. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you,” he whispers in my ear as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks.
“You're so wet. I think you already like being pregnant. Do you like the little gift I put in your belly, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I manage as I continue to roll my hips and take his long, thick cock.
“Say thank you.” The way he grips my hair isn’t as aggressive as it usually is but it still sends a tingle down my spine. “Come on, use your words, Baby Momma. Let me know how grateful you are that I filled you up, and gave you something so precious.”
“Thank you.” I feel overcome with emotion and pleasure, like I’m floating out of control.
“You gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, shifting one of his hands between us and strumming my clit while his cock continues to hit that sweet spot inside me.
“Let me hear you say it. Tell me how much you want me to take care of you.”
“I do, I want you to take care of me…of both of us.” He freezes and when I open my eyes and see him staring back at me, I frown in confusion when I see how shocked he looks.
“I’m so in-fuckin’-love with you, it actually hurts,” he admits, looking a little confused himself.
“I…I love you too.” I say the words and feel them at the same time. That’s never happened to me before now, and suddenly I feel so overwhelmed that I start to cry. “They’re happy tears,” I tell him when he looks concerned, then with a warm smile on that harsh, handsome face of his, he gently fucks an orgasm out of me. Holding me tight to his body as he releases and lets his hand slam into the mirror behind my head.
“Jesus, you feel fuckin’ good,” he growls in my ear, as our breathing gets back in sync. “You’re such a clever girl.” He pulls back so he can look between us, and when his soaked-wet cock lands on my flat stomach he takes it in his hand and uses it to stroke my skin.
“I’m gonna take such good care of you, Princess.” I feel the mixture of his pleasure and mine on my skin as he marks me with it, and I rest back and watch because, despite all this being fast and totally insane, I love how it feels.