The Yeah, Baby Series: Limited Edition 9 Book Set

by Fiona Davenport

  I pulled back and stared at the gorgeous woman beneath me and noticed the dried tears on her face. After another quick kiss, I caressed her cheek, tracing the salty tracks. “No need to cry, baby. I’ll fuck you as many times as I need to until you’re swollen with my baby in your belly,” I promised and was rewarded with the sweet sound of her laughter.

  A thought crashed into me and I jumped from the bed and started for the door, halting after a few steps and whirling around. I pointed at her. “You. Stay.”

  She scrunched her cute little nose in distaste. “You better be practicing for when we have a dog, Dr. Halston.”

  I groaned helplessly. Whenever she called me Dr. Halston, it turned me the fuck on. I pointed to her once again and raced from the room, determined to get back as fast as possible. I practically flew down the back set of stairs to my office and snatched a small blue box from the drawer of my desk. Just as swiftly, I returned to our room and climbed back over her.

  Satisfied she’d stayed where I put her, I kissed her forehead. “Good girl.” She glared at me.

  I put the most innocent expression on my face that I could manage. “I guess you don’t want your treat for being obedient then?” I held up the petite box and her jaw dropped, an excited sparkle in her eye. “Did you think I was fucking around when I told the pussy I was your fiancé?” I grinned, remembering how I’d staked my fucking claim on my woman.

  “You never said anything, I assumed—”

  I cut her off, “Well, you were wrong. I was trying to think of a romantic way to propose, something incredibly romantic. But, I can’t wait any longer. I need everyone to know you’re not available. I own you.”

  She rolled her eyes, but there was a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. I untied the silky, white bow and removed the lid. Taking out a black, velvet box, I flipped it open to reveal a five-carat, cushion cut diamond, set in a diamond encrusted, platinum band. Ellie gasped, her face filled with awe as she touched the ring with the tips of her fingers, tracing it in the velvet display.

  “It’s stunning, Jack. I love it.”

  “You love who?” I asked gruffly, jealous of a stupid ring.

  She winked at me. “I love you.” Then I heard her mutter under her breath, “Almost as much.”

  “You’re going to pay for that, baby,” I grumbled. Taking the ring from the box, I slid it onto her trembling finger. “You know what this mean, right?” I asked warily, and then it occurred to me we hadn’t discussed her ridiculous job offer. “No moving, no new job, no Declan,” I spat his name, still fighting the urge to rearrange his face for trying to steal my girl.

  Ellison huffed, “Do you have to steamroll everything?”

  I frowned, offended at her accusation and a tad unsure what she meant. “No,” I said with conviction. “But when my fiancée is considering moving out of state and”—I glared fiercely at her—“lets other men take her to lunch, I’m sure as fuck going to steamroll anything or anyone who gets in my way.”

  Her lips turned down into a pout, adorable and utterly irresistible. I drank from her lips until she bit my lip a little harder than usual.

  “Fuck! What the hell, Ellie?”

  “You distracted me.”

  “And?” I asked with a single raised eyebrow.

  She scowled and it grew when I couldn’t keep myself from grinning. I fucking loved her to pieces.

  “I was going to tell you I’d decided not to take the job. I want to stay here, to be with you. But your damn caveman tactics stole my thunder. I wanted to tell you I was devastated not to be pregnant. I love you, Neanderthal and all.”

  I winked at her and smiled. “I’ll make it up to you,” I vowed before kissing her until she was breathless and quaking with need.

  There was only one thing left to do before I could spend the rest of the day making her scream my name. Tearing my mouth from hers (no easy feat, I might add), I stretched over to grab her cell phone off of the nightstand.

  “Call him, now,” I demanded, handing her the phone.

  She was watching me with amusement. “Call who?”

  “Don’t mess with me, baby. You’ve already guaranteed I’m going to punish you by making you orgasm as hard and as often as possible until you pass out. If you want to keep it up, you’ll earn a round two.”

  She winked. “Promise?”

  I laughed, but grabbed the phone away from her and looked for his contact info, pressing send before putting it on speaker. She made a grab for it, but I caught her wrists and held them locked in one hand above her head.

  “Ellie!” Douche bag’s voice came over the line and my hand tightened at the use of her nickname. My nickname. I opened my mouth to tell him off, but Ellison started talking.

  “Declan,” she replied.

  “I hope you’re calling to accept the job, and give me a chance.”

  This guy was pissing me off more and more. I could feel the flush of anger and knew my face had to be turning red.

  “Um,” Ellie was giving me a warning in her eyes, telling me to back off and let her handle it. I nodded jerkily, willing to acquiesce to her request, for the moment.

  “No, I am incredibly flattered and it’s certainly a very tempting offer.” I growled at the idea she might find it tempting to leave me.

  She hissed at me to shut up, quiet enough so it wouldn’t carry into the phone.

  “Please, Ellie. Give us a chanc—“

  I’d had it. “Her name is Dr. Reed or soon to be Dr. Halston, whichever of those you prefer to call her,” I snapped. “Actually, you won’t be calling her anything. So back the fuck off and leave my woman alone.”

  I hit the disconnect button and dropped the phone onto the plush, carpeted floor. I didn’t give her an opportunity to lash out at me. I busied myself with giving her six screaming orgasms until she passed out.

  If possible, I was even more determined to knock my woman up. Alright boys, we’re going to war.

  10

  Ellison

  Jack had been doing his best to turn that negative pregnancy test positive over the last few days, waking me up at least once every night to give it an extra try. He’d turned me into a walking zombie with all his attempts. I hadn’t been this tired since my residency years. I used to be able to go for several days on very little sleep, but it looked like hitting my thirties meant I was too old to pull all-nighters anymore, even for sex.

  I buried my face in my pillow when I felt the slide of the sheet on the bare skin of my back. “Must sleep.”

  My words were muffled but apparently clear enough for Jack to understand based on his deep chuckle. “Up and at ‘em, baby. You’ve got things to do before I leave for my shift at the hospital.”

  “No,” I moaned. “I really don’t have anything I need to do.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yeah,” I confirmed. “I’m pretty sure we did all the things already last night. And super early this morning. As much as I love you and as hot as you are, I don’t think I can handle any more orgasms until I get some sleep.”

  “I’m not talking about sex, Ellie.”

  He wasn’t? That was certainly a surprise. I raised up on an elbow to look at him and practically fell over at the sight of what he was holding in his hand. “You know you’re crazy, right?”

  He waived the little white stick in my face. “You love my brand of crazy.”

  “I just took one three days ago, and it was negative,” I grumbled, slumping back down on the mattress.

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe you peed on it wrong.”

  “I did no such thing!” I huffed. “I’m a board certified pediatric surgeon. Peeing on a stick isn’t past my skill set.”

  “And yet your period is almost a week late, you’re exhausted, and you shoved me off the bed last night when I tried to play with your tits,” he quipped. “Something which would usually make you cream your panties.”

  “But the test was negative,” I repeat
ed.

  He gripped my hands and tugged me from the bed, nudging me towards the bathroom. “As you so kindly pointed out already, you’re a board certified surgeon. You should be familiar with the notion of false negatives.”

  “Do you really think that’s what it was?” I whispered as I crossed through the doorway. As odd as it sounded, the possibility hadn’t even crossed my mind. I’d been too upset to consider it.

  “Only one way to find out,” he replied.

  I hiked up his shirt, the one I’d tugged on when he’d finally let me fall back asleep last night, and squatted down to sit on the toilet. “Out!” I ordered him.

  “C’mon,” he groused. “I want to be here every step of the way with you. We’re in this together.”

  “The only way you’re going to be in the bathroom during the peeing on the stick step is if the day ever comes when you’re the one doing the peeing.”

  “Fine,” he huffed before stepping out and closing the door behind him. He didn’t give me long, though. As soon as I’d finished peeing and flushed, the door swung open again. He gave me just enough time to wash my hands, while he was busy wrapping the test in a washcloth, before he picked me up and carried me back to bed. Laying me gently down on the mattress, he quickly followed and looked at me with boyish delight in his eyes. “Is it time yet?”

  “Not yet,” I giggled. “You have to wait a couple more minutes.”

  “I guess I’d better find a way to pass the time,” he murmured against my mouth, claiming them in a quick but deep kiss before trailing his lips lower. Along my jaw, down my neck, teasing the sides of my tits. He made it to my belly before he spoke again, whispering softly, “I think it’s time to prove to your mommy that you’re in there.”

  My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his dark head against my pale skin. “Please, please, please,” I chanted as he reached for the washcloth and carefully lifted a corner to peek inside. The blinding smile which spread across his face gave me my answer before he could show me the test. It was positive. It had to be. I leaned over, bumping his shoulder to make room for me, and looked down at the digital screen.

  Pregnant.

  “We’re pregnant.”

  “Damn straight you are,” he confirmed, tossing the stick and washcloth to the floor and diving on top of me. “And now we need to celebrate.”

  If I’d been wearing them, my panties would have melted at his happiness. “How exactly do you plan to celebrate this news when you need to be at the hospital soon?”

  His smile turned into a sly grin. “I’ve got an hour.”

  My head swiveled so I could peer at the clock on the bedside table. “No, you don’t. You need to leave in like ten minutes.”

  “I set the clock ahead before I woke you up,” he informed me, tugging my shirt over my head. “I wanted to make sure we had enough time to celebrate before I had to go.”

  “You were that confident?”

  He tore his shirt off and shoved his boxers down his legs. “There wasn’t a doubt in my mind, Ellie.”

  “How about you show me how you planned to spend that hour?”

  He dropped a quick kiss to my belly and then settled in between my legs. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His breath was hot against my naked flesh as his tongue flicked out for a quick lick. “And I’m addicted to the taste of your honey.”

  That’s all it took for me to suddenly be on the edge of a climax. He’d barely touched me, but that didn’t stop my walls from clenching against his tongue when he slid it inside my pussy. His finger circled my clit, and I felt myself lose control. He moaned against my pussy, and vibrations were enough to send me flying over the edge. My legs shook as they tightened around his head while I came.

  “I’ll never grow tired of hearing your cries while I eat your pussy,” he growled before he levered up onto his knees and pulled my hips until I shifted lower on the bed. Then he impaled me with one hard thrust. “But there’s nothing better than the feeling of your wet pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, knowing my baby is growing inside your belly.”

  He began moving hard and fast, going deep with each powerful thrust but holding my hips gently all the while. Over and over again, with his eyes locked on mine the whole time. Sex with Jack had always been amazing, from the very first time, but this time was different. Better. More. His ring was on my finger, and I was pregnant with his baby. His eyes were filled with lust, but it was tempered by love. So much love.

  His strokes triggered a tingling in my spine, making my toes clench against the sheets. Then it hit me, a climax bigger than I’d ever felt before, making me scream his name until my voice was hoarse. He kept going, hammering into me until I’d come again and my legs felt like jelly. When I didn’t think I could take any more, he planted himself deep one more time and groaned. His cock jerked, and the heat from his semen sparked another orgasm for me.

  “You were made for me,” he murmured as he pulled me tight. “I should have admitted it to myself two years ago. If I had, then you’d be pregnant with our second or third child by now.”

  Resting my head against his chest, I laughed softly. “It’s hard to know what would have happened if either of us had made a move back then, but I love that we had two years to get to know each other the way we did.”

  “You’re happy about the baby, then?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

  “I’m so happy.” Three little words but they held a depth of meaning, intended to clear away the doubt I’d instilled within this amazing man who loved me.

  “Happy enough to marry me tomorrow?”

  I laughed, thinking he was joking until I caught the look of utter seriousness on his face. I had no doubt he’d find a way for us to exchange our vows tomorrow if I agreed, but I didn’t hesitate to give him my answer. “Yes, honey.”

  Epilogue

  Jack

  I gently placed my infant son in his crib, running a hand through his soft, feathery hair. Eric was a quiet baby and was already sleeping through the night. Turning on the monitor, I went into the hall and pulled the door so it was almost shut. I’d already tucked in my sweet little two-year-old, Addy, so I padded down the hall to the den where my beautiful wife was stretched out on the couch, watching a movie. Making a beeline for her, I lowered myself down so my body covered hers.

  “I do believe both of our kids are asleep, Dr. Halston,” I whispered as I began to nibble on her ear. “Whatever will we do with this time alone?”

  Ellie tilted her head back, giving me more access to her neck, and I placed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down to the valley between her tits. She was wearing a loose tank and the neckline gaped so I hooked a finger in the fabric and tugged it down. I groaned at the sight of her naked tits, fuller from two kids and nursing our son. I licked around one before taking it into my mouth.

  I bit the tip lightly and she gasped, every muscle in her body freezing, before she started shaking. I lifted my head, surprised she’d come so fast. However, her face wasn’t lost in ecstasy. Nope, she was laughing, her mouth pinched as she tried to keep quiet.

  “If I wasn’t so secure in my ability to make you come, this could be a pretty big blow to my ego, baby.”

  She snickered and pointed behind me. “What were you saying about the kids being asleep?”

  I levered myself up onto my elbows and twisted to look back.

  A pillow was floating through the door, or at least, it looked as though it was. Really, it had two little feet, just barely visible underneath the large pillow. Small, delicate fingers grasped the edges and it was moving slowly, hesitantly.

  I smiled in exasperated amusement. Addy had reached the stage where she was like an ostrich sticking their head in the sand. She seemed to believe if she couldn’t see us, we couldn’t see her.

  “Addy,” I said sternly. The pillow jerked and lowered, revealing her big brown eyes. They were open wide, shocked at havi
ng been discovered. It was adorable as fuck. My kids were the cutest, I didn’t care what Wyatt said. I loved my nieces and nephews, but come on, my daughter was a fucking knockout.

  “Back to bed, sneaky.”

  Her wide chocolate eyes filled with tears and I looked at Ellie frantically. She raised a brow and stared at me challengingly. Shit. I forgot about our bet. Ellie was convinced I couldn't hold firm with my baby girl when she cried. It was ridiculous. I was man enough to deal with her tears without caving.

  I narrowed my eyes and glared at her, my heart starting to crack with the little sniffles coming from behind me. I took a deep breath and steeled myself against the overwhelming desire to scoop her up and give her anything and everything she wanted.

  Pulling up Ellie’s shirt, I climbed off of her and faced my Addy, crumbling at the sight of the big, fat tears rolling down her face. I swiftly moved to her and scooped her up in my embrace. Her small arms wound around my neck and she rested her head against my chest, her head tucked under my chin.

  “Monsters, Daddy,” she hiccupped. “I want to seep wif you and Mommy.” My resolve was fast disappearing, then she played the trump card. “I’m scared.” It was my job to protect my baby girl, to scare away the monsters, to be her hero, damn it.

  “Sure, baby girl.”

  Ellie cleared her throat noisily and I glanced back to see her shaking her head. I threw her a pleading look but she had no sympathy, snickering at me again. Callous, unfeeling woman!

  She finally stood and walked over to us. “You should sleep in your big girl bed, Addy. Daddy will check for monsters, then you go to sleep, okay?” She rubbed Addy’s back in slow circles as she spoke.

  Addy leaned back and looked up at me with soft, sad eyes. “Pwease, Daddy?” Well, fuck.

  Ellie could obviously see I was about to give in and she shrugged before turning and muttering under her breath as she passed me. “Sucker.”