Jackson
“Go get on the bed and spread those legs for me. Ass up.”
We’ve barely made it through the door. I haven’t even locked it behind us yet, but whatever restraint I managed to scrape together through dinner officially ran out somewhere between the elevator and here.
James went home with Blaire and Bennet to play video games with Michael and Joe, which has become their new favorite excuse to steal the kid for a few hours. I barely waited for the door to close behind him before I had Rose heading upstairs with me.
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck.
I stand there for a second watching her because she knows exactly what those two words do to me now. I fucking love the way she submits to me, probably because we both know what a technicality the word submit is where Rosalie is concerned.
She's basically topping from the bottom.
I only have control because she decided I could have it. The second she wants it back, it's hers, no questions asked, and somehow knowing that makes having it even better.
So yeah. I'm going to enjoy myself while it lasts.
“Rose.”
She glances over her shoulder.
There's the smirk. Little shit.
She reaches for the hem of her shirt and deliberately takes her time pulling it over her head before dropping it behind her. I narrow my eyes, but she just keeps walking. A few steps later, another piece of clothing joins the trail.
She knows I'm watching. More importantly, she knows I told her to go to the bedroom, and she's decided that technically moving in that direction while taking as long as humanly possible qualifies as obedience.
“Are you testing me?”
She doesn't even turn around. “I'm doing exactly what you told me to do.”
“Slowly.”
“You didn't specify a speed.”
I shake my head as I close and lock the door, and by the time I turn around, she's disappeared down the hallway, leaving clothes behind her like the world's most sexually aggressive breadcrumb trail.
I laugh under my breath as I follow them. Submission, my ass. This woman could turn following an order into an act of defiance, and God help me, I fucking love her for it.
Her ass is in the air when I walk into the bedroom. Well. At least she follows the important instructions.
I reward her with a sharp slap across one cheek before taking off my clothes a hell of a lot faster than she did.
"Ow." She wriggles.
"Don't start."
I give the other side the same attention, enjoying the immediate flush across her skin before I settle between her thighs, nudging her knees apart with mine. "Such a good girl." My fingers glide between her pussy lips and find her wet and ready for me. "How long have you been wet for me, baby?"
"All morning," she breathes, writhing against my fingers, chasing friction.
I slip a finger inside her, and her answer is a low moan. I turn her beneath me and settle between her legs, kissing her before she can produce another smart-ass remark. She wraps herself around me immediately, hands sliding into my hair as she pulls me closer.
The tip of my cock dances against her entrance as I lean down and greedily take her mouth with mine. Her legs wrap around my waist as our tongues clash, teeth collide, some carnal need to be as close to each other as possible.
I slide in slowly and she lets out a sharp gasp. "Fuck. Jackson. Oh God."
Fuck, I love this.
This position always runs so deep for her, I stretch her to her limits.
"Relax," I whisper, moving my lips to her ear and down her jaw while my hand travels up her stomach to her breasts.
I roll her nipple between my fingers, and immediately her lower half relaxes, allowing me to slide in a few more inches.
“Fuck, Rose. You feel so damn good like this. Wrapped around me.” I kiss her softly.
Our rhythm slows to long strokes and languid kisses, her hand stroking my hair as she stares up at me, mouth open around soft moans.
"Do you want a baby, Jackson?" She asks very quietly.
I pause and look down at her. Of all the things I expected Rose to say to me in this bed, while we're naked and wrapped around each other, do you want a baby was nowhere on the fucking list.
I stare down at her.
She stares back.
And suddenly I'm extremely aware that this is not dirty talk.
"I want whatever this life offers us. As long as we're us, that's all I want. You, and whatever comes."
I start thrusting again, a little deeper, angling my hips to hit the spot I know makes her tremble.
"Yes. Right there. Please, Jackson."
And I mean it. I do want children. Fuck, of course I do.
Jenn told me I'd make a good dad months ago and I had to shove the thought into a mental drawer before it ruined my entire week.
But I knew what loving an older woman meant.
I knew it before Rose and I ever stopped pretending we weren't heading straight back toward each other, and I made peace with it a long time ago.
If the choice is Rose without children or children without Rose, there isn't a choice. I pick her. Every fucking time.
"I stopped my birth control two weeks ago. I want to have a baby."
"Motherfucker," I growl as I fall unwillingly over the edge. Her words detonate in my body and send some kind of fucked-up pleasure signal straight to my cock, because I come instantly.
That's it. That's the best I can do. Two pump chump here.
I stopped my birth control two weeks ago. I want to have a baby.
A minute later I'm buried against her neck, trying to catch my breath while my eyes burn and the same words keep playing on a loop.
I want to have a baby.
"Are you angry with me?" she asks.
That gets my head up. She's watching me carefully now, hands moving over my back, and I realize what my silence must look like from her side.
"Oh, baby, don't cry. I'm so sorry." She immediately starts wiping at my face, kissing my cheek, my forehead, anywhere she can reach while the words start pouring out of her.
"It was such a stupid, rash decision. I shouldn't have made it without you, and God, it was really fucked up how I handled this.
I am a grown woman who should know better than to make a decision like that without even discussing it with the person whose sperm is a fairly critical component of the plan, and I should've talked to you before I... "
I crash my mouth into hers. It's the only way to stop her.
"Happy," I manage against her lips. "These are happy tears, Rose." And then I'm moving again, rutting harder than I think I ever have; it’s unhinged and primal, because I just came harder than I have in years and I'm still rock hard inside her.
She moans into my mouth, nails raking down my back. Her leg straightens and starts to shake as another orgasm rips through her on a scream. I lift onto my knees and pull her against my cock over and over, her ass grazing my thighs.
"God!" Her hands fist the sheets. "Fuck!"
Her pussy squeezes me again.
"Ffuuuck, baby, that's it." Years upon years of obsession, of insane thoughts about filling her sweet cunt, of having her as mine forever, finally break loose and roar into my mind.
My balls draw up tight, waiting to unload again with one goal in mind. Breed. Breed. Breed.
"You're going to look magnificent carrying my baby." I spread my hand across her stomach and keep the same brutal pace.
"Just like that. Holy shit, Jackson. Oh God!"
Whimpers and moans float between us. My climax builds and loads in unison with the force of her grip on my length, and a grunt wrenches from somewhere deep in my chest as searing heat flashes through me, a surge like nothing I've ever felt rocketing through my belly.
"Ffffuck. Fuck." The most incredible release of my life takes over as I fill her up.
I don't know how much time passes before our breathing finally levels out. I roll onto my back and pull Rose into my arms, and her head finds that spot on my chest that might as well have her name stitched into it by now.
"Do they sell pregnancy tests at Costco? Because we're going to need to buy in bulk. You're taking one after every single time we have sex."
She lets out a loud laugh and smacks me across the chest. "That's not how pregnancy tests work."
"Then we'll buy the expensive ones. Better technology."
"That's also not how pregnancy tests work."
"I don't care. I'm buying a pallet."
She's still laughing when I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer.
Fuck, I'm happy. Stupidly, obnoxiously happy.
I don't even know if this will happen for us, but knowing she wants it too has done something to my brain that I'm probably going to make everyone around me suffer through for the foreseeable future.
“I love you, Rose. So fucking much.”
Her fingers drift lazily through my hair, her body still warm against mine. “I love you too.”
There's a pause before she asks, quieter, “I didn’t scare you?”
“Fuck no.” I lift my head so I can see her. “I can’t wait to...”
Someone starts pounding on our front door.
Not knocking. Pounding hard enough that whoever it is has clearly decided the door to piss me right off.
I close my eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Rose laughs against my chest as another round of banging echoes through the apartment.
“Jackson!” someone yells.
Okay. That's different.
I kiss Rose quickly and climb out of bed, grabbing my boxers off the floor and dragging them on before finding a T-shirt somewhere near the bedroom door. The pounding starts again before I even have my head through it.
“I’m coming!”
“Faster!”
“Keep hitting my fucking door and see how fast I move.”
I'm still pulling my shirt down when I yank the door open and find Joe and Bennet standing on the other side.
Both of them look completely fucking deranged.
Joe's hair is a mess, Bennet has somehow managed to put his shirt on inside out, and they're both breathing hard enough that you'd think they ran here instead of crossing the hall. For one bizarre second, neither of them says anything. They just stare at me.
I look from one to the other. “What the fuck happened?”
“Jenn is in labor!”
“Blaire is in labor!”
They say it at exactly the same time.
My brain picks up both sentences, examines them individually, and then promptly refuses to process them together.
“What?”
“Jenn is in labor,” Joe repeats, gesturing toward his apartment like maybe I've forgotten which pregnant woman belongs to him.
“Ambulances are on the way,” Bennet adds quickly. “Blaire is in labor too.”
I look at Bennet. “Blaire?”
“Yes.”
Then at Joe. “Jenn?”
“Yes!”
I look between them again.
“At the same fucking time?”
“YES!” they both yell.
I hang my head.
Why is this my life?
Rose appears behind me, wrapped in my shirt, and I hear her gasp.
“Oh my God.”
“Exactly,” Bennet says, pointing at her like she’s the first person all night to properly understand the severity of the situation.
I’m still trying to catch up. “Wait. Blaire was fine when we left.”
“She was not fine,” Bennet says. “Apparently Stabby Wabby was having contractions through half the fucking pizza contest and didn’t think they were worth mentioning.”
From behind me, Rose makes a sound suspiciously close to a laugh.
I turn to Joe. “And Jenn?”
“Water broke.”
“Of course it did.”
“On Bennet.”
I pause. Despite everything currently happening, that information makes it through.
“Jenn’s water broke on Bennet?”
Joe and Bennet both nod, then point down at Bennet’s shoes.
“He went over to check on her because she called Blaire to tell her the contractions were getting stronger,” Joe explains. “Then Blaire had another one while they were on the phone, everybody started yelling, and somewhere in the middle of all that, Jenn’s water broke on Bennet’s shoes.”
Rose absolutely loses it behind me.
I drag a hand down my face. “Fucking hell.”
“Yeah,” Joe says. “So, we have to go.”
“Why are you here?”
Both of them look at me like I’ve just asked why humans require oxygen.
Bennet answers first. “Because our babies are coming.”
“I understand that part, idiot. Why the fuck did you leave your wives and come over here instead of texting or calling?”
They just exchange a confused glance.
“You two are panicking.”
“No,” Bennet says immediately.
“Yes,” Joe says at the exact same time.
Bennet turns on him. “Dude.”
“What? We are.”
“You don’t tell him that.”
“He has eyes.”
I do, and they are currently looking at two grown men who appear to have collectively misplaced every survival skill they’ve acquired since birth. One has amniotic fluid on his shoes. The other looks like he styled his hair with an electrical outlet. Neither one should be operating heavy machinery.
I step aside and point into the apartment. “Give us two minutes to get dressed.”
“Two minutes?” Joe asks.
“Unless you want Rose going to the hospital in my fucking T-shirt.”
Both men immediately find fascinating things to look at that are nowhere behind me.
“Two minutes is good,” Bennet says.
“Perfect,” Joe agrees.
Before I can shut the door in their faces, Bennet’s door flies open across the hall and James appears looking like he’s seen war. “I’ll call you whatever you want. Unc. BenBen. Uncle Benny. Please don’t leave me alone in here. She broke my fingers. I’m sure of it.”
Bennet and Joe take off across the hall without another word.
I close the door and turn around, but Rose is already running toward the bedroom.
“Holy shit,” she calls over her shoulder. “We’re having babies!”
I follow her, laughing despite the adrenaline ripping through me. “Technically, they’re having babies.”
“They’re our babies too!”
And fuck me if that doesn’t send a completely inappropriate jolt straight to my cock. My eyes drop to her bare legs disappearing beneath my T-shirt. Would we have time to...
No.
Fuck.
We absolutely don’t have time. Damn it.
I follow her into the bedroom and start grabbing clothes off the floor.
A few hours ago, all of us were sitting around a table eating pizza, giving Blaire shit and arguing over who could eat the fastest. Now both women are in labor at the same fucking time.
Two babies are coming. Our family is about to get bigger, and judging by what Rose told me ten minutes ago, maybe one day it'll get bigger because of us too.
Jesus.
Do not start crying again, Jackson. We don't have time.
“Rose?”
She turns around with one leg half-shoved into her jeans. “What?”
I grin at her. “Move your ass, fiancée.”
Her eyes narrow. “Not the time, Jackson.”
“Definitely the time.”
She snatches my jeans off the floor and throws them directly at my face.