Pregnancy Scandal: Bad Boy Bachelors of Orange County BK 2

by Gray, Khardine

  “Miss Cartwright, you could give a man a heart attack in that getup.” He stared with a smile that heated up my insides.

  “Is the man you?” I stepped closer, and he leaned in.

  “You want to give me a heart attack?” The scent of his aftershave tickled my nose.

  “Not literally.”

  “Well, mission accomplished. Do you have an answer for me?” He held my gaze.

  I nodded slowly and purposely. “I choose option A. That is the correct answer for me.”

  “Is that so?” He smiled.

  “Yes.” That was it, short and brief for effect. I stepped back to go, but he caught my arm and pulled me back as if we were in some sort of mating dance.

  “Is that all you have for me, Abby Cartwright?”

  I smiled when he tapped his cheek for a kiss. I, however, had a better idea.

  I crooked my finger, beckoning him closer, and as he came, I drew his face to mine and pressed my lips to his, covering his mouth.

  Fire…

  There it was again. Fire that was so hot it sent a shiver of desire racing through every nerve in my body.

  He cupped my face and intensified the kiss right there in front of everyone who was watching. That would have been a lot of people.

  We were kissing, and now they all knew he was mine.

  When we pulled apart, he kept hold of my arm and gave me a wolfish grin.

  “The club tomorrow night at eight. Meet me there.” He smirked with the cool, sexy edge, then looked me over again with satisfaction. “Wear something like this.”

  “I will.”

  I backed away with a smile, loving the feel of his eyes on me as I walked away.

  It was new and exciting.

  New and exciting with sexual anticipation. I’d heard people say they had to put a lot of work into making a baby. I couldn’t wait to get started.

  Chapter 10

  Abby

  * * *

  7.45 p.m.

  My mind was a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

  I stood by the bar at The Shade Room, the club Gilly and I always went to at least once a week.

  I’d been on edge all day, counting down the hours to when it was time for me to get ready, then dragging Mia along with me so she could be here for this part. I’d planned to get here early and wait. I’d chosen a glass of orange juice. None of the hard stuff, I definitely wouldn’t be having that for a while after the weekend.

  Mia was having a good time watching everyone dancing and swaying to the hip rhythm.

  The plan was for her to wait with me then join her friends who were already here.

  “You look nervous, Abby,” Mia said, bumping her shoulder into mine.

  “I am. I’m freaking nervous because I don’t know what’s going to happen or what I should do first,” I bubbled, talking so fast I nearly choked.

  She laughed and sipped on her drink. “I’m excited for you. I have to say, Abby, the man is hot. Getting the full visual when we found you two in the kitchen was something I’m going to find hard to forget. Poor Vanessa.”

  We both laughed at that because we had this sneaking suspicion amongst us that Vanessa was still a virgin. None of us had asked, and it wasn’t even that she’d said anything. It was her actions and reactions when she was around us and the subject of sex came up. She would go all red and weird. It was hilarious, and we always ripped into her and tried to shock her with our stories. The true ones and the made-up ones. Mia was the worst at that because I had to admit she was worse than me. Or had gotten worse than me.

  She continued to laugh then frowned as she looked ahead.

  “Ugh, guess who just walked in?” she asked.

  I looked and saw Eric coming toward us. He was my least favorite person right now, but I suspected he liked Mia a lot more than she might think. She’d told me she’d seen him several times in the last week, and that was a rare thing.

  “Ladies,” he said when he got up to the bar.

  His bright blue eyes twinkled when he looked at Mia.

  “What do you want?” Mia asked.

  I looked at her with wide eyes. Yes, she was definitely worse than me. As sassy and fiery as I was, she was feisty.

  “Maybe I want you?” He smiled.

  She put one hand on her hip, held the other with her drink out to the side, and squared off with him.

  “You had your chance and blew it,” she retorted.

  He laughed. “Still mad at me?”

  “What do you think?”

  “My house was on fire. I had to go.” He gave her a grin.

  Mia looked to me and shook her head. “Abby, I can’t stay here for this nonsense. I’ll see you later.”

  Before I could answer, Mia sauntered away. Eric stared after her. I punched him in his stomach, and he turned his attention to me. Of course, my little punch to the solid wall of his chest did nothing but maybe bruised his ego.

  He frowned at me, just the way Gilly’s other friends did when they spoke to me. We’d all known each other for years and were more like a bunch of friends messing around. This guy, though, had irritated me more than once, and I hated that he’d hurt Mia.

  “What the hell, Abby?”

  “Yes, what the hell indeed?” I sneered. “I heard what you did. My sister is not a doormat or one of these groupies you pick up whenever you want. If that is how you wish to treat her, leave her the hell alone.”

  “Easy tiger.” He held up his hands.

  “I’m serious as shit Eric, don’t play with me, and definitely don’t play with her. You won’t like it if you cross me.” I folded my arms and glowered at him.

  He chuckled. “I hear ya, and I can assure you I won’t cross you, or her.”

  “Better not,” I snapped.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He turned away from me and moved to go in the direction Mia had left.

  I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 7:55.

  It hadn’t felt like ten minutes had passed. Wow. The time was getting closer and closer to eight.

  My gaze drifted up to the stairs, and I saw him.

  Gilly… he was here.

  His well-muscled body moved with easy grace as he walked in and the club lights beamed on him.

  White button-up shirt today with the sleeves rolled up his thick forearms and the first few buttons at the top undone.

  Tall, dark, and handsome. That was him, and even from where I was standing, I could see the desire fill his eyes when he spotted me.

  I wore something similar to what I’d had on last night, but tonight was a sexier version. Nothing showed off my finest assets more than a bodycon, and my favorite color was black.

  Gilly walked over to me, and his mouth curled into a devilishly handsome smile. His handsome face kindling with a sort of passionate beauty beneath the strength he exuded.

  He took my hand the way he always did, but this time he pulled me in for a kiss.

  He cupped my face and kissed me, setting off a sharp, wild need that stirred my soul. Wild with passion, bone tingling, and toe curling, his kiss quickly became greedy and possessive.

  He broke it to tug on my bottom lip and smiled as he pressed his forehead to mine.

  “Come home with me,” he whispered, his voice blended in with the sexy tone of the music that surrounded us.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  Yes. My soul soared on the wave of excitement as if it had always longed for this moment.

  * * *

  We crashed through his front door kissing.

  My legs were wrapped around his waist.

  Gilly carried me up the stairs to his bedroom and settled me down by the wall near the floor-to-ceiling window on the hardwood floor. My heels clicked against it.

  Pinning me to the wall with the power of his body, he caressed the edge of my jaw, tracing the outline with his thumb. I savored the feel for the gentleness. It was surprisingly sweet against the need he’d previously showed.

  All this time
, his lips never left mine, until just now when he stopped to look at me as if he was checking I was real. I couldn’t possibly describe the feeling that washed over me in that moment as this perfect man stared at me like I was some prized possession. I’d known him forever, and I was certain I’d never seen him look at anybody like that.

  His lips came back down on mine, bringing back the passion. We kissed open-mouthed, panting as the hard kisses turned hungry.

  When he slipped his hand behind my head to intensify the kiss, I responded eagerly to his touch and my entire body tingled, luxuriating in the sensation.

  His mouth moved down my throat, kissing his way across the expanse of my bare skin. His sensual mouth working magic on me. Eager for him to explore me, I arched my back into his kiss, allowing him to kiss over the fabric of my dress.

  Then he stopped and stepped back, breathing hard.

  The loss of the passion sapped my energy, and I had to rest against the wall.

  Why did he stop?

  Panic filled me for a moment, but he soothed it away when he smiled and cupped my face.

  “I can’t stop after this, Abby,” he breathed.

  I was surprised he could exhibit such control. I’d lost any grip over mine the minute I saw him walk into the club.

  “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to stop,” I told him. “Please don’t.”

  The smile in his eyes contained a sensuous flame. “No, I won’t,” he promised.

  My heart soared as he returned to my lips, kissing me hard then soft again, then harder, drawing us back into the arms of desire.

  He tugged at my dress, and in that moment, I remembered everything from the other night. I remembered past the kiss. I remembered my clothes coming off and the way he touched me and feasted on my body.

  I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten all of that. How I’d felt and what he did to me.

  It had been unreal and I remembered wanting nothing else than to feel him inside me. Him, only him and it had nothing to do with wanting the baby.

  The memories coursed through me as my body came alive with savage energy, recalling what it had felt with him only days ago. And, what it would feel like now.

  He moved to my earlobe and whispered in a husky voice, “Take your clothes off for me, Abby.”

  His hands covered my breasts and squeezed them through my dress.

  I stepped back and smiled as I took hold of the little zipper on the side of my dress and pulled it down. As I did, the ultra-tight fabric came free and I shimmied out of it and stepped free.

  His eyes clung to my black lace set.

  “Lace, on you… I want to remember this,” he said, hooking his fingers in the edge of my panties. He gave it a tug and smoothed his fingers over the flat of my stomach.

  I held his gaze as I unhooked my bra and allowed it to flutter down my arms. His eyes filled with lust, caressing me with hot invisible fingers when he watched my breasts spill out and bobble toward him.

  Pleasure pulsed through my veins when he reached forward and ran his fingers over my diamond-hard nipples.

  He fondled my breasts, squeezing and kneading over the swells and the flesh, then over my nipples, making them harder, becoming almost painful to his touch.

  I grew wetter when he bent down and took my left nipple into his mouth. He drew it in and started lapping at it and sucking, lapping and sucking, working the tip to life and making me want more.

  He pressed me back against the wall and did the same with my right breast.

  Raw need met pure desire as he continued to suck, and the sight of him doing that to me was so hot I nearly came right there.

  Hunger for more filled me and clashed with the need for him to touch me everywhere. He satisfied my need by doing exactly that. Touching me everywhere.

  He kissed down the valley between my breasts and made his way down, teeth scraping against my stomach as he licked me there too. I moaned into the erotic pleasure that took me. His tongue wandered over my skin, trailing a line of fire and raw desire as he went down, down, down, and lower, stopping at the edge of my hips, where he tugged on my panties again, but with his teeth this time.

  That was the rebel in him. The rebel I loved and wanted.

  He rolled my panties down my legs and threw them over the bed, then with a sinful smile, he pinned me against the wall, parted my thighs, and slid his fingers right inside my pussy.

  I gasped from the sensation, and that smile of his grew wider when he saw what he was doing to me.

  He pushed harder and moved faster, inside and out, until he started finger fucking me. I convulsed with pleasure, writhing against his clever fingers working me. When he moved even faster, I had to grab on to his shoulders to stop myself from falling over.

  My lungs constricted from the intensity and tension coiled within me, signaling the oncoming of a fierce orgasm. I held it back, trying to stave it off, but just as I caught my breath, he replaced his fingers with his tongue as he buried his face between my thighs.

  It was the raw, animalistic groan that rumbled within his chest that made me come. The groan along with heated licks of fiery sensations tormented me and sent me over the edge.

  The greedy orgasm gripped me, making me dizzy with desire as liquid fire streamed through my body. My body writhed in overload. All I could do to relieve it was cry out, calling his name. That encouraged him to give me more. He continued licking and sucking, thrusting against the hard nub of my clit until he was satisfied.

  “Fucking perfect, Abby. You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned.

  Too high on pleasure, I couldn’t answer. I just knew I wanted him more than ever before, and I wanted to fulfill a fantasy I’d had forever. It was only to have him shirtless so I could run my fingers over his chest. I knew I got to do it the other night, but I wanted to do it now. Us like this. It was so simple but so prominent in my mind. I pulled his shirt from his pants and tugged on the hem.

  “I want to take your clothes off,” I breathed.

  “Baby, in case you didn’t notice, I’m all yours.” He chuckled.

  I smiled, smoothed my hands up to the top buttons of his shirt, and undid them. The soft white cotton lay open, and my smile brightened when I saw my name inked across his heart. I had to run my fingers over it again.

  “That’s me,” I whispered.

  He chuckled. “Had you on the brain, even though I can’t remember getting it done.”

  I giggled and planted a kiss on it. I then backed off his shirt and indulged myself by running my fingers all over his chest. I finished off the fantasy by lowering my head to place little kisses along the fine hairs of his happy trail.

  “I’ve wanted to do that since I was sixteen,” I confessed.

  He looked shocked. “Next time, don’t wait so long.”

  “I won’t.”

  I indulged further by undoing his belt buckle and pulling the zipper down his fly. As soon as I did, his pants drifted down his legs, revealing the impressive bulge pressing against his Calvin Klein boxers.

  Fucking hell, I had the memory of his cock in my mind, but today it seemed bigger.

  Taking hold of my hands, he pressed my palms against his crotch, and I could have melted right there. He closed my fingers over his shaft, and I enjoyed the groan of pleasure that sounded from his throat as I stroked him.

  I pulled at the waistband of his boxers and pushed it down to unleash his massive cock. He shoved his boxers down his legs and kicked them over to my clothes. As he moved, my eyes were glued to his cock. I was right. He was huge, bigger than when I last saw him, and he was mine.

  Unable to resist, I ran my hands over his thick length, amazed by the thickness and the fact that I was touching him like this. He grew even harder in my hands, and harder, until the muscles in his neck tensed. One possessive hand reached for me, clamping down hard on my hand then gripping my waist.

  It signaled exploring time was over. He picked me up and lay me down in the center of his bed, l
ooming over me in his magnificence, staring at me as if he wanted to commit me to memory.

  Our eyes locked, holding the significance of this moment. This was where everything would change. Right now. It would change and we’d be different to what we were yesterday. Different to what we’d always been and I wanted it badly. So badly I ached for it.

  I couldn’t believe I thought I could go through this and not feel the way I did right now. I couldn’t believe I’d said to him that us having sex would be a mere technicality to a achieve a goal. What kind of fool was I to say such things?

  Look at him…

  He was everything. My heart awakened to this new feeling and accepted the truth. It accepted that a big part of me had always wanted him but had been so afraid to try that I’d pushed the idea right out of my mind.

  He was everything and more to me, and right now, we belonged to each other.

  His hand on my skin scattered my nerves, pulling me out of my thoughts. Wild hunger flared through me when he parted my thighs.

  Teasing my folds open with the fat head of his cock, he pressed his length into me. His skin on mine felt amazing. I’d never had sex without a condom before, and it was mind-blowing to feel him on me. Skin to skin.

  He pressed harder, then thrust in, making me gasp as his cock seared into me, filling me completely. I moaned as he pulled out almost all the way, then thrust in again much deeper as I adjusted to take his length and width.

  When he started moving inside me, that fire shot through me with dominant forcefulness, stealing my breath away.

  His hard and rough thrusts shook me deep and possessive when he tightened his grip on my hips and started pumping faster and faster.

  Trapped in the rapture of ecstasy, I gave in to the call of hot, raw, primal sex that took over my body.

  Another orgasm caught me, washing over me in a hot wave that made me arch into the silk sheets as his shaft slicked in and out. He pistoned harder, hammering into me so hard I had to grab on to the sheets. I needed something to grip on.

  Mindless ecstasy gripped me when he started fucking me hard and my whole body shuddered. Pleasure and release stormed within me, sending my brain reeling as thrills ran up and down my body.