Chapter Fourteen
Jade
“Are you heading into the shop today before your appointment?” Gray asks as I pull my pants up over my ass. I pout when I realize how tight they are. I’m starting to show just a bit, and all my clothes fit differently. I try not to cry or get hormonal because Gray will lose his shit thinking I’m dying or something. Cue eye roll.
We’ve gotten into a routine since finding out about our little peanut. It turns out loving Gray Adams has been the most effortless adventure I’ve ever taken, and I don't regret one minute of it… but the overprotectiveness can be a bit much at times.
“Yeah, I’m just going in for a few hours. I have one appointment, then figured I would meet you at the doctor's office if you can make it.” I button my pants with a bit more effort than the last time I wore them, but breathe a sigh when they finally snap into place.
“Are you sure you are feeling alright, baby?” Gray asks, coming into the closet and placing his hand over my belly.
I smile, not wanting to worry him. I haven't seen Robby in a while, but for some reason, I can't get the feeling of being watched to go away. I check my surroundings, never take the same route too many times, and carry a nine-millimeter in my purse, but I can't shake it, and it's affecting me mentally. I feel like I’m crazy and don't want to admit that to Gray or the girls.
I don’t want to be a prisoner here like I heard the other women had to go through with their enemies. I might snap someone's head off if they tried to keep me in this compound for months at a time. I was not meant for jail time, even if it would be this place. I’m not stupid, though. Like I said, I take every precaution and have no problem handling a weapon that could save my or my baby's life.
“I’m fine, baby,” I say, turning in his arms and wrapping my arms around his neck. He scrutinizes my face, and I can tell he doesn't truly believe me. The truth is, I am fine. I’m more stressed, tired, and even scared than I have ever been, but I’m also excited, thrilled, and loving this life I’m getting with Gray.
“You know if anything is worrying you or stressing you, you can talk to me about it, yeah? I’ll do whatever I can to fix it,” he assures me, taking a curl hanging over my eye and putting it back in the mass of curls surrounding my face.
“I know, and that's why I…” I start to say I love you, but that's not how I want to tell him. I’ve wanted to say it since the moment he admitted it to me, but honestly, it never seemed special enough. I’ve never told a man I love him, and I want it to be right. This is the last time because there is no way in hell I'm giving Gray up, so I have to make this good. I’d thought about doing it on our gender reveal. Getting the baby a onesie that says “Our love created this Little.” Or something to that effect, but the longer it takes, the more I slip up.
“You what?” he asks, raising a brow.
“I appreciate you so much,” I finish and see the flash of pain in his eyes. Oh no, I can't take hurting him.
“You wanted to say something else, didn't you?” he asks, and I can't lie to him. I can’t hurt him.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Say it,” he demands, grabbing my hips and pulling them flush to his.
“Not yet,” I say, trying like hell to give him the feeling and the words he deserves just like he did for me, but nows not the right time. I’m feeling stressed. We are both about to leave. There will be no time together. Just me spitting it out, then rushing out the door. He deserves better than that.
“Say it, Clover. I know you feel it. I know you can see it in my eyes and my heart. You know how I feel about you. You know you didn't just brighten my world when you showed up. You changed the course of history. You made me a better man. Give me those words, baby. Say it.” I can't hold it back. Maybe there isn't one right moment. Maybe I’ve been holding back for no reason. We are standing in a closet, but Gray just shattered my whole idea of what romance was. There is no candlelight, no roses, but this moment could never be more perfect.
“I love you, Gray. With my entire being, I love you,” I tell him, watching so many emotions play across his face—relief, love, possession, protectiveness. Yeah, I was stupid for waiting so long to tell him. He made it perfect just by being himself.
“Damn fucking right you do. You. Are. Mine. Undress,” he commands, taking a step back.
“I-I have to get to the shop, and you have to get to the hospital,” I sputter.
“Then I guess we will just have to make this quick.” He smirks, reaching behind me and finding a long leather belt. He keeps his eyes on mine as he loops it around the metal pole bolted to the wall that holds all our hanging clothes. He takes my wrists and loops the belt around them before pulling my hands above my head. He has been distracting me with little nips and sweet kisses, and I didn't notice my hands are now stuck above me.
“Gray.” I look at him and raise a brow, only now noticing he’s wearing those damn glasses of his. Fantasy unlocked.
“Turn around, Clover,” he demands, and as much as I want to obey his order, I can't let him think I’m just going to roll over without some snarky comment.
“Watch the tone, Gray, and what will you do if I don't?” I raise a brow at him, knowing I’m pushing his limits. Good.
“Always with that sassy as fuck mouth. One day, I’m going to put you on your knees and see if you can come up with that spice while my cock is shoved down your throat… but that will have to wait until after the baby,” he says. How can he be so dominating and sexy one minute, then flip a switch and be so sweet? Either way, the combination of the two has my body ready to ignite.
“You can try, but I don't get on my knees for no man,” I lie. I lie straight through my teeth. If this man asked me to bend over backward and suck his cock, I would find a way to do it, but that doesn't mean I can let him know that. Got to keep him on his toes.
“Would it help if I got on my knees first?” he asks, grabbing the sides of my jeans and sliding them off as he kneels in front of me. Once he has my pant down around my knees, he leans his face into my core and takes a deep breath. Fucking hell, my legs are shaking already.
“I wish I could spend hours down here, but this has to be fast,” he says, standing back up and shoving his pants down. I scowl at him.
“You fucking tease,” I growl, but he just chuckles before turning me around and pulling my ass and legs farther out.
“Sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you later, but right now, it's all about my dick in this pussy.” He doesn't wait for my response. He shoves deep inside me as I throw my head back in pleasure.
Yeah, this man could definitely bring me to my knees.