Be My Baby

by Airicka Phoenix

  Be My Baby

  The Baby Saga, # 3

  AIRICKA PHOENIX

  It started with a drink and ended in a night neither will ever forget.

  Calla McClain had done a great number of questionable things in her past, getting drunk at a friend's wedding and winding up in bed with the man she loved should have been a dream come true. Only their one night of mind blowing sex wasn't the only mistake she'd made in her intoxicated stupor.

  Waking up hitched to the girl he'd been in love with since they were sixteen suited Jared just fine. He was in no hurry to cut those papers up, no matter how hard the new Mrs. Dumont insisted she was no good for him. He wasn't going to let her keep them apart, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let her walk away now that she belonged to him.

  But can Jared accept the demons snapping at Calla's heels? Can he convince her they were perfect for each other? And what will happen when they learn that getting married was the least of their problems?

  Be My Baby ©2014 by Airicka Phoenix

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Beta Readers:

  Kia Stone

  Jaime Radalyac

  Krystal Marlein

  Kimberly Schaaf

  Editor: Kathy Eccleston

  Illustrator: Airicka’s Mystical Creations

  Interior Design & Formatting: Airicka’s Mystical Creations

  ISBN-13:978-1508948940

  ISBN-10:1508948941

  Published by Airicka Phoenix

  Also available in eBook and paperback publication

  Also by Airicka Phoenix

  Games of Fire

  Betraying Innocence

  TOUCH SAGA

  Touching Eternity

  Touching Smoke

  Touching Fire

  THE LOST GIRL SERIES

  Finding Kia

  Revealing Kia

  REGENERATION SERIES

  When Night Falls

  THE BABY SAGA

  Forever His Baby

  Bye-Bye Baby

  IN THE DARK SERIES

  My Soul For You

  Kissing Trouble

  SONS OF JUDGMENT SAGA

  Octavian’s Undoing

  Gideon’s Promise

  Dedication

  The love of a mother.

  There is nothing greater.

  Be My Baby

  Prologue

  It was the agonizing pain that woke her the next morning. It was the violent drumming inside her skull and the taste of carpet in her mouth. The world was a sickening smear of white that burned the eyes and wrenched at the pit of her stomach where the cute, and very tasty, cucumber cups were making a comeback. Across her chest, a weight crushed her lungs. Another had settled over her thighs. She was pinned to the mattress by her own weakness.

  Dear God, I swear never to drink again if you let me get through this without choking on my own vomit.

  It was a promise she was almost certain she would keep, simply for the fact that the previous night had been a unique situation captained by memories of days when she actually knew how to have fun, when it hadn’t been a chore.

  For a moment, there was nothing but the grinding shrill of a cement chipper chiseling away at the cavity of her brain and her own miserable suffering. Then there was a grunt, a low, husky grunt that, any other time, would have been damn sexy. But in that moment, in her bed, it was so very out of place.

  Calla’s eyes popped open. She stared at the ceiling, ignoring the screams of her eyelids and retina. It was incredible that even her eyelashes hurt. Yet that didn’t stop her from sliding her eyeballs ever so slightly to the left in hopes of glimpsing her bedmate without looking directly at him.

  As subtle as her movements were, her partner shifted. The pressure on her chest eased as the weight was lifted. Something long, hard, and unmistakable prodded her hip. And that was the last straw.

  Calla wrenched free and gracelessly tumbled out of bed, taking the sheets with her.

  “Get up!” she shrieked. “Whoever you are, get up and out of my bed!”

  By the time she had shoved tendrils of lank, blonde hair out of her eyes and straightened the sheets securely around her aching body—not all the aches bad, she noted—her partner had flopped onto his stomach and lay sprawled across the mattress like he owned the whole damn bed.

  He was naked and he was fucking hot from what she could make out. Everything from the taut globes of his behind, to the long, corded lengths of his legs and the enormous, muscular width of his back was designed to make a woman purr. The arms he’d bunched around her helpless pillow strained with unrestricted bulges and thick corded veins. The head nuzzled into her pillow was capped with a mop of neatly trimmed, sandy brown hair and there were claw marks, long, jagged welts along the back of his neck and down the entire span of his spine. There were even little half-moons gouged into his ass cheeks.

  Dear God, she’d owned him, or he’d owned her. It was impossible to tell, because with the way her body was thrumming, like it had just run a very insane, very satisfying sex marathon, they had done some serious damage to each other.

  “Okay.” Forcing a tongue over her suddenly dry lips, she shoved four fingers back through her tangled hair and ogled him a moment longer. “You need to leave. Like now. Before my husband gets home and beats the hell out of you.”

  For several long seconds, there was nothing. Not even a twitch to indicate he hadn’t passed right out again. Then there was a sound like a snort, followed by a quiver that ran down the back she was watching. It took her alcohol violated brain a full minute to realize he was laughing.

  “Husband?”

  Long arms unwound from their death grip on her pillow and strained as they anchored into her mattress with bunched fists. The ropes along his back bunched and rolled as he heaved all that magnificent-ness onto one side. And Calla’s whole world dipped.

  “You?”

  Chapter One ~ Calla

  ONE WEEK EARLIER…

  “Are you even listening to me anymore?” Calla jabbed the big toe on her left foot into her sister’s ribs, right where she knew she would get the most reaction. “Earth to Willa! Come in, Willa. Earth needs you.”

  Giving an ungraceful yelp, Willa slapped at the appendage. But at least her focus was no longer on the front door.

  “What?”

  Calla arched a brow at the sharp bite in her sister’s tone. “I’m sorry. Was our sisterly bonding cutting into your busy schedule?”

  Instantly, the scowl was gone and regret softened Willa’s almost pixie features. In that moment, she looked most like their mother. They both shared the delicate chin and narrow nose. In a past life, with their sheet of silky blonde hair and fine attributes, they could have been fairies, Calla thought. Willa even had their mother’s tiny stature whereas Calla towered over both by a full head. She guessed she got that from her father and her Uncle Sloan.

  “I’m sorry,” Willa said hurriedly. “It’s just…” She ripped up the sleeve of her sweater and peered at her watch with dismay. “They should have been back already,” she muttered. “I think my watch is broken.”

  There was nothing
wrong with the watch. The problem lay with the owner.

  “Your watch is fine. Why don’t you give it a minute to tick before checking it again?” She paused as her own words replayed through her mind. “Ha! Get it? Give it a minute to tick?”

  Willa was not impressed by her sister’s wittiness. She sighed with aggravation and peeked at the glass face of her timepiece again.

  “They’re never late,” Willa went on with her one track mind. “You don’t think something happened, do you?”

  Calla rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”

  “Well, it’s snowing and the weather report said it was supposed to get worse later tonight…”

  “Yeah, later tonight. It’s not later tonight. It’s…” She let her words fade into the silence.

  There was just no point arguing with the younger girl when her mind wasn’t even in the present, never mind in the same room. She wouldn’t be able to focus no matter what was said to her, or what happened. It was like ADHD, but in reverse; all Willa cared about was that door opening. It was the only thing that mattered once four o’clock struck. There was just no getting through to her after that.

  Calla sighed. She peeled her exhausted body up out of the sofa and set her coffee mug down on the coffee table with a clink. She strained the kink out of her lower spine and started across the room.

  “I’m going to find something to eat,” she grumbled. “Since my only sister won’t even talk to me.”

  Willa seemed to bring herself to hear that. “We are talking.”

  “Grunts and mumbles are not conversations, unless you’re a caveman … or Damon,” she said over her shoulder.

  Willa bristled. “Damon doesn’t grunt.”

  “Maybe not to you, but that’s only because you’re the fabulous and wonderful and darling Willa. The love of his life.”

  Pink flags rode high on her sister’s cheeks. “Stop that.”

  Calla laughed. “When are you going to put that boy out of his misery?”

  “It’s not like that,” Willa mumbled quietly.

  “Uh huh.” She paused and turned to face her sister, who was now giving Calla her undivided attention, especially since the topic was on a subject she actually loved. “So, if he were to walk through that door right now and tell you he had a date with another woman, you would…”

  Willa hesitated and it was all the answer Calla needed.

  Damon Comb was an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in Willa. The broody, dark-haired pain in the ass had all but been glued to her sister’s side since they were children and, oddly enough, that hadn’t changed an ounce once they’d grown up. Damon was still all about Willa and Willa was all about Damon. The only thing that made Calla want to hit them was the fact that they were madly in love with each other and were both too stupid to see it.

  “He can go out with anyone he wants,” Willa murmured at last, her gaze never quite touching on Calla. “We’re only friends.”

  My. Ass! Calla was tempted to blurt.

  “So, it wouldn’t bother you?”

  Willa sprung up off the sofa and began to do the thing Willa did best when she was upset: she began to clean. Her small, pale hands moved restlessly over the stack of magazines on the coffee table and set the remotes in a neat row. She was fluffing the pillows when she finally spoke.

  “No, why would it?”

  “Not even if he married this person and had babies?”

  The moment she said it, she wished she hadn’t. Willa’s fussing stilled and her face morphed into one of heartbreaking sadness. She drew one of the pillows into her abdomen and cradled it close.

  “Aw, Will.” Calla went to her. “I’m sorry, sweetie.” She pulled her sister into her arms and held her. “I’m such a bitch.”

  “Does he like someone else?” The words were a muffled mumble into Calla’s shoulder.

  Calla laughed. “I don’t think he knows other women even exist. I’m pretty sure he thinks you’re the only one.”

  Willa sniffled. “But what if he does?”

  “Then you need to step up to the plate and let him know you want to be the one to have his babies.”

  Will jerked away and smacked her with the pillow. “You’re such a loser!”

  Chuckling, Calla grabbed the pillow and wacked her back. “Me? I’m not the one who’s been dating the guy for the last fourteen years.”

  “Calla!” Willa snatched the pillow back and sat with it hugged to her chest. “We’re not dating.”

  “What do you call it when two people only ever see each other?” She narrowed her eyes. “Have either of you even dated, or been with other people?”

  Willa frowned, guilt turning her bottom lip into a pout. “No … I mean, I haven’t.”

  “Trust me, I’m pretty sure Damon hasn’t either, which is a bit strange considering he’s twenty-one.”

  “Do you think he wants to?” The uncertainty was back in her sister’s big eyes. “He does, doesn’t he? He’s a guy. They always want sex.” She nibbled anxiously on her bottom lip. “He’s going to find someone to…”

  The front door opened before Calla could respond. Light punctured the shadowy corridor, followed by raised voices, stomping feet, and then figures ambling into the sitting room.

  Willa was on her feet so fast, she was almost a blur. Her big eyes moved straight past her father and the second figure that moved in after him to rake over the empty space beyond.

  “Where’s Damon?”

  Shaking snow off his scarf and toque, Sloan McClain glanced at his daughter with a wiry grin.

  “Hello, Willa.” He yanked down the zipper of his coat. “Why, yes, I did have a long day. Thank you for asking.”

  Jared Dumont chuckled low over the thud of his boots hitting the mud catcher.

  Willa didn’t seem to be listening. “Is he parking the truck?”

  Uncle Sloan sighed. “Yes, he’s parking the truck.” He shook out of his coat and hung it up. “Where’s your mother?”

  “She’s not home,” Calla answered as Willa hurried to the window and shoved back the lace curtains. “It’s just me and Miss Antsy-Pants over there.”

  Shaking his head, Uncle Sloan stomped into the kitchen. Jared followed, but not before drilling intense gray eyes into Calla in passing.

  Damn the man was big. Almost seven feet of insane muscles and a face that made women’s nether regions weep. He even moved like a man not to be trifled with, with a grace that was laced with warning. Calla’d had more than one earth shattering orgasm at the mere thought of him. Not that that was something she would ever tell him. While he was delicious and she was more than happy to lap him up like a strawberry sundae during a heat wave, she wasn’t good for him and he deserved someone not as damaged as she was.

  “Calla,” he murmured in that deep, husky rumble of his that skated along her spine in rivulets of pure, unadulterated lust.

  “Jared.” Months of practice kept her voice smooth and absent of the turmoil raging inside her.

  He moved into the kitchen after her uncle. Calla carefully watched the slow amble of his legs, the shift of his wide shoulders beneath his coat and his ass … dear God, the man had one hell of an ass.

  “Damon!”

  Willa’s enthusiastic gasp nearly sent Calla out of her skin in fright. She whirled around just as her sister hurried away from the window and the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the room. A moment later, Damon stood stooped in the doorway, breathing hard. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and he looked exhausted, but he broke into a wide, lopsided grin that sparkled in his blue eyes when he spotted Willa.

  “Fucking cold out there,” he said as she undid his scarf and yanked off his wool toque to reveal a mop of unruly black hair. All the while, he watched her like she was some incredible piece of art he couldn’t tear his eyes away from. Willa was smiling, clearly delighted he was home. Yet he saw straight through to the lingering shadows darkening the corners of her happiness. “What’s wrong?” />
  Willa stilled. Her smile slipped and she stood before him, small and vulnerable. Big, blue eyes peered up into his face with an uncertainty that tugged at Calla’s heart.

  “Will?” His large hands reached for her before he realized he had them encased in thick gloves. The gloves hit the ground at their feet and his bare fingers cradled her sister’s chin, smoothed back her hair, and tipped her face back. “What is it?”

  Willa’s mouth opened and Calla held her breath, wondering if this would be the moment Willa finally told the guy how she really felt. Willa’s throat muscles moved rapidly in a swallow. Her gaze darted to Calla, pleading for help.

  Damon followed the line of her glance and his eyes narrowed. “What did you say to her?”

  Calla’s jaw dropped, thrown completely for a loop by the sudden accusation. “Me?”

  “No, she didn’t say anything!” Willa planted her hands, still bunched around his scarf and hat, against his chest. “Damon—”

  But Damon had no reason to believe either of them when it came to Calla, and Calla didn’t blame him. She’d spent many of their younger years terrorizing her sister just for kicks and Damon had spent the same number of years standing between them, because Willa was too much of a gentle soul to retaliate. His reaction was really no surprise. Plus, it really was kind of her fault for bringing the whole thing up.

  “She’s leaving the day after tomorrow,” Damon snapped. “Why are you upsetting her?”

  “I wasn’t!” Calla retorted. “We were only talking.”

  Damon shook his head. He started to speak, but Willa cut him off.

  “It wasn’t her. Damon.” She waited until she had his full attention. “It wasn’t Calla. I promise.”

  Calla wondered if either of them noticed they were pressed together, or that his arm had slid around Willa’s tiny waist and she was leaning against him like she could stay there forever.