Chapter 38
GRACE
Four Days Later
Iwatch him frown with concern as I ride his cock as fast and hard as I can manage. We’re getting far too close to the deadline of me being induced, and I am determined to make this happen, even after all my other attempts have failed.
“Gracie, calm down. You're going to hurt yourself.” Jack holds my belly firmly, taking all its weight and trying to slow down my rhythm.
“You heard what the doctor said, Jack. If he doesn’t come in three days, we have to go to the hospital.” My spine feels like it’s going to crack. I’m out of breath because this child is now crushing my lungs as well as my bladder, but I refuse to lose momentum.
“Gracie, please.” Jack shakes his head as I bounce against him harder, resting my hands on the back of my hips to support them.
“Don’t pretend you don’t get off on the idea of breaking my waters,” I tease him, trying to get him as committed to the same cause as I am.
I’m convinced he’s doing all he can to keep me in this condition.
“You’d love this big, thick cock to put me into labour.
” My suggestion turns his concern into something much more intense.
“You're playing a dangerous game, Gracie,” he warns, clutching my stomach a little tighter.
“Tell me I’m wrong; tell me you don’t want to fuck me into labo—” He doesn’t give me a chance to finish my sentence when he rolls me onto my back, taking my thighs and dragging them to hang off the edge of the bed.
“Let’s get this baby out, the same way we put it in.
” He winks, slamming into me so hard I yelp.
“You like that? You like this big cock smashing into you hard, when you’re so fucking delicate?
” His fingertips dig into my thigh as he thrusts fast and deep.
“You want this cock to fuck you into labour? For me to break your waters all over these sheets?” He smiles like the fucking devil.
“Gracie, I can’t wait to watch you stretch open and push out our child.
” He still has that daring look in his eyes.
“Look at these tits. They’re leaking just from the thought of it.
” He leans over my swollen body so he can take one in his mouth and graze it with his teeth.
I hold his head tight against me, not wanting him to stop.
I love how it feels when he sucks from me, and I’m past caring if that’s fucking weird.
I never want him to stop. I never want this to end, and when I become so overwhelmed with the thought of this being over that my heart starts beating too fast, I quickly force him away.
“Stop.” I take a moment to breathe and collect myself.
“Fuck, Gracie, I never meant to hurt you.” Jack sounds scared as he checks me over, cradling my stomach and looking worried.
“You didn’t…I just… I.” I can’t get my words out, especially not to him. I can’t let him know the truth. That I’d rather keep this baby inside me forever than walk away from them both.
“Maybe we should just take things easy.” I feel the room is spinning, like I'm going to have a panic attack. All of a sudden, I’m facing reality, and it doesn’t just burn, it fucking crushes, too.
“Gracie, what's wrong? You look scared.” Jack frowns, pulling out of me and looking between my legs, like he’s expecting to see something.
“I am scared!” I yell, clutching my stomach and struggling onto my feet.
“I’m so fucking scared, Jack.” I want to tell him the truth, but so much is stopping me.
“Scared of what? Of that asshole-fucking-ex?” I can see he’s losing his patience. “Jonah can’t fucking hurt you anymore. How many times do I have to tell you that?” He’s suddenly angry and frustrated, and he doesn’t understand that this isn’t about Jonah; it’s about him.
“Jonah’s dead!” He blurts the words out and stuns me silent.
“Dead?” I check I heard him right. “But how do you…?”
“I know because I fucking killed him.” His confession shocks me so much that I stumble back on my feet, and he has to dive to catch me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you; I’m sorry you’ve been scared all this time for no reason. But I'm not sorry for what I did. I had to protect you,” he tells me, balancing me and gripping me tight, like he’s scared I’m going to bolt.
“You killed him,” I repeat his words, hoping it might help them settle in.
“Yes. I told you I’d do anything to keep you safe.” He slowly releases me and steps back, giving me space to let it sink in. I don’t want space,
I rush to close the gap he’s made as fast as my body will allow. Wrapping my hands around his neck and kissing him so fiercely, he almost stumbles.
“So, you know, now.” He grabs the top of my arms and holds me back so he can talk. “There’s no reason for you to leave, there's no threat or danger. We can be together. We can be a family.” He laughs through a smile and presses his palm against my tummy..
“No.” I quickly snap back into protection mode, this time stepping back myself. “Jack, I appreciate what you did. Really, I do, but it doesn't change anything. I’m still leaving.” That hot, flustered feeling comes back over me, making my head pound and my hands shake.
“What do you mean? This changes everything. You’re not running from anyone anymore.” He stares at me as if I’ve lost the plot.
“I can’t. I can’t stay, Jack.” I feel every muscle in my body tighten and clutch the bedpost to steady myself.
“Why don’t you just admit what you're really running from?” Jack shakes his head in frustration. “You’re running from me, and you’re running from your feelings, because you’re too fucking scared to trust someone again.”
“That’s not true.” I shake my head while holding on desperately to my tears. I’ve already shown him too much weakness.
“Of course, it’s true. You're terrified of loving me and loving our child. You're scared of being happy and having something you can lose again.” His accusations make me feel like all the veins in my head are going to rupture. And my only defence is to strike back at him with anger.
“Fuck you, Jack. Fuck. You.” I point my finger at his face and step closer. “I never wanted to fall in love with yoooaaaahhhh…fuck!” I clutch the side of my stomach when pain slices right through the centre of it.
“Gracie!” All the rage vanishes from his face, and he lunges to grab my elbow.
“Gracie, listen to me. Is it time?” he asks, holding me firmly, while I try to withstand the pain.
“I think so,” I manage, once it releases, looking up at him, and clutching onto his arm, like my life depends on him.
“I’ll call Dr. Stratton.” He carefully lowers me to sit on the bed and starts searching around for his phone. “Don’t panic; she won’t be more than five minutes.” He starts flapping when he can’t find it.
“Jack.” I grab his arm when he passes me a second time. “It’s not Dr. Stratton I need. It’s you,” I admit, watching his panic fade into a smile, as he lowers onto his knees and takes my head in his hands. He kisses me hard and with so much intensity, it makes my head swirl.
“You got me, Gracie,” he promises. “But I’m getting her here anyway.” He quickly drags himself back up and continues his search.