Bad Boy's Baby Part 65

Zach skipped flirting. He radiated pure s.e.xual aggression. That was fine. No more games. No more hesitations. I just had to know.

"What did the doctor say?"

He tossed me to the carpet, pus.h.i.+ng me to my knees. "Didn't say. We'll hear later."

He didn't want to talk about it, and I wasn't able to listen. Tremors still rocked my body, but the instant the hot shaft of his c.o.c.k rested against my thighs, I needed more.

He grunted, pus.h.i.+ng my head down to the floor so I'd present myself to his thickening c.o.c.k. I s.h.i.+vered. He was wild. Desperate for me. He pressed his hardness against my entrance and groaned.

"You're so f.u.c.king perfect. I'm going to f.u.c.k you like a d.a.m.n animal and just forget everything. I want you, Shay. You want me?"

More than anything. I'd deal with the regrets and complications between us later. Now only one thing existed in the world, and it was as hard as it had ever been.

"Please, Zach."

He didn't slip inside. He crashed. Bottomed out after one perfect strike within my core with all the ruthless strength I expected from a practiced, rutting warrior.

I loved every single inch of it.

He pushed me, pressed me into the carpet, laid over me with the crus.h.i.+ng weight of his body. Zach thrust inside me until I filled with everything he gave.

It drove the air from my lungs and the sanity from my mind.

More.

I bucked my hips but Zach needed no encouragement. He gripped my curves and held me still as his c.o.c.k slammed ever deeper. Each conquered inch shuddered us in perfect pleasure.

He pinned me to the floor. If he kept me trapped beneath him, I'd wors.h.i.+p the ground he walked on. But he didn't need to hold me down. I'd never escape from his hands, his weight, the slamming aggression of a G.o.dly c.o.c.k.

I never wanted to part from Zach.

That much I was willing to admit. That much he already knew.

That much I proved with every grateful moan. His body claimed mine, and I took his. In that moment, nothing about what we did could be wrong. He wasn't my step-brother. He was a man-someone strong and s.e.xy and absolutely devoted to my pleasure.

And me?

I was just as weak for him. No defenses. No fighting. His pa.s.sion overwhelmed me, but I already spent every hour apart from him thinking of his body, needing his voice, stealing his s.h.i.+rt to wrap myself in his dusty scent.

Now I had him. Zach's arms clenched around me, pulling me against his chest as his c.o.c.k rammed inside me. I clung to his strength, opened my legs to his need, and whimpered his name as my head fell to his shoulder.

Harder. Desperate. Zach buried himself in me like he had something to prove, like I didn't already know how powerful and amazing he was. He was my ideal man-strong, unyielding, and wanting my pleasure as badly as I wanted to give him his.

"Shay..." His voice rasped, rough and dark. "I gotta come."

"G.o.d, yes."

His hand flicked low. He slapped my c.l.i.t to hear my gasp and savored my tight flinch. Then he rubbed it hard against his fingers. I jerked and twitched, but he only grunted, thrusting harder to earn the catch in my voice as I cried out his name.

The sensation turned from demanding to an unbearable quickening. Everything inside me locked over his c.o.c.k. Zach gripped me against his body. His shaft pounded, forcing in as deeply as he could get it.

Heat jetted into my core.

And I was lost.

I collapsed against him, supported only by the sheer muscle of his arms and how thickly his c.o.c.k imbedded in my slit.

Heat coated me from the inside, and the explosive force of his desire cast me over the edge. I shuddered in his arms, welcoming the bursting, almost-painful convulsion of my body as it rent apart and rebuilt just how he wanted me-warm, quivering, and weak for him.

We fell to the ground, but Zach didn't pull from me. I panted, arching to let him deeper. His c.o.c.k impaled me, but the slow, leisurely pump of his shaft within my tightness was enough to draw another series of shuddered prayers from me and more jetted heat from him.

He held me close, kissing my cheek, my neck, and pulling my hand to his lips so he could taste that too.

I stayed silent. I didn't trust what I'd say, what beautiful words I'd waste on a man who belonged to a life that wasn't mine.

Don't go.

Never leave me.

I'm falling in...

Dangerous, foolish thoughts. I cuddled against him instead, savoring his heat and hoping for nothing more than a few precious moments in his arms where life couldn't touch us.

And I got it.

But it'd only delay the inevitable. The words. The heartache.

His leaving.

I didn't want to be alone anymore.

I didn't want to be without him.

Zach rolled me over and spread my legs.

"Again," he whispered. "Shay, again."

We'd deny the heartbreak for a little longer.

Chapter Nineteen - Shay.

Everything was easier with money.

Lunch at Atlanta's fanciest restaurant with my attorney, a representative from the bank, and my father's chief investment officer? Easy as a phone call.

A limo ride from my house to the meeting? The estate came with a driver.

A salon trip to look halfway presentable? A stylist came to the mansion.

But actually getting the money? That was much harder.

William introduced me to Beth Hartly, my father's pretty redheaded investor of choice. While she worked over the agreement with the trust, Albert Wright, our banking representative, ordered another round of escargot for the table.

I was more a chili-cheese fries type of girl.

And, after one bite of the sh.e.l.led creations on the plate? My stomach agreed.

I excused myself to the restroom as my financial and legal teams discussed how to untangle my trust from my father's graduation clause. I darted into the stall before the escargot slithered its way back out.

Not pleasant.

Especially with an attendant waiting in the washroom to a.s.sist the restaurant's patrons. It probably wasn't in her job description to help them to their feet after they threw up half their lunch. She offered me a clean, warm cloth and said nothing as I washed and dried my face.

It didn't soothe me. My stomach still fluttered. Maybe the escargot turned into b.u.t.terflies.

I'd have to Google exactly what the h.e.l.l I ate when I returned to the table.

If I made it to the table. Gross. My stomach still hadn't settled. I hid in the stall again. To her credit, the attendant said nothing. I shakily emerged. This time I gave a nervous shrug.

"The food really is excellent here..." Awkward. "Don't take that as a Yelp review."

"We're pleased to hear it, Miss."

I hurried out of the restroom, grateful for the refilled ice water at my seat. I didn't press it against my flushed forehead, but I guzzled it and tried to freeze whatever upset my stomach. Too bad I couldn't blame the snails-they made me eat snails? This was the third day I wasn't feeling great. Too much stress, too little sleep.

Not nearly enough Zach.

"Well, Shay," William said. "Looks like this will be an easy fix. Your father intended the inheritance to be awarded at an appropriate age, whenever you'd require it. We can agree a college graduation was an arbitrary date, especially as he...seemed to forget precisely when you would graduate. As you're twenty-one and he has regrettably pa.s.sed, his requirements are satisfied. Provided Mr. Harden also agrees to the change in terms, your trust can be released."

"Zach has to agree?" I asked.

"I hope that won't be an issue?"

"He should be okay with it."

"Good. I understand you aren't on the best terms with your step-brother."

Yeah...there weren't many more terms I could be on with Zach. We were as termed as any couple could get without actually admitting our feelings.

The only problem was that Zach hadn't been around much.

At all.

Ever since his return from Was.h.i.+ngton, and that feral, pa.s.sionate night spent on the floor of the library, he pulled away. Became distant. Worse part was, I expected it.

But it didn't make it hurt any less.

Zach said the doctor would eventually decide if he was fit to return to the SEALs. He waited on the verdict, but I knew the answer already.

A resounding yes, and Zach would be gone.

The SEALs were his life. He trained specifically for their demands and literally rebuilt himself after the mission that nearly killed him. Students changed majors because a textbook gave them a paper-cut. Zach was hospitalized for months, and he would have sewn his body together with fis.h.i.+ng line just to get back to the fight.

He'd be the most romantic, s.e.xy, and unbelievably n.o.ble man...if he hadn't broken my heart. In a few months, he'd be gone. And then?

No matter how wonderful our nights were together, I had to prepare for him leaving. It wasn't worth letting him into my life if it'd be torn apart once he deployed.

"And now, Shay, you want to start a charity?" Beth tapped her water gla.s.s. "You realize investments are much safer and can guarantee a solid return on your money."

I nodded. "Well, yes, but I'm not looking for a return on my money. I want to begin a charity or a program of some sort. Something like a tutoring or afterschool initiative for kids. Or even a camp. I'm open to ideas."

"But the investments-"

My stomach flipped.

Not again.

I didn't have time for an excuse. I rushed to the bathroom, humiliated myself, and accepted the soft words of the attendant who offered me a mint this time.

I staggered to the table just as Beth chuckled to the men.

"A children's program. Can you imagine? She's obviously never had a baby."

Click.

And just like that, it clicked.

It wasn't a good click. More like the starting gun to a new course of nausea and confusion and about a billion different complications.

No way.

Not possible.

William called my name. "Shay, are you feeling well? Maybe we should postpone the charity talk for another day. I'll call around for representatives of like-minded programs. They might wish to meet with you for investment opportunities."

We shook hands, but I bolted, nearly forgetting my purse at the table. I didn't remember making it to the parking garage, and I only remembered the limo once I circled the lot looking for my car.

The humid, smoggy air did wonders.

Just because I was a little nauseous didn't mean I was...that. I didn't want to say it, especially since the pack of pills in my purse were part of my morning ritual...even if the time I took them s.h.i.+fted as I occasionally overslept...

I counted the days in my head and didn't like the answer. So I did it again until I missed a number, found the error in my favor, and decided to stick with it until I was safe and secure and strapped into the limo.