Pregnancy Scandal: Bad Boy Bachelors of Orange County BK 2

by Gray, Khardine

  When I came again, it was an explosion of electric heat that made me scream. The scream tore from my lips, echoing throughout the room. Gilly cried my name too as he jackhammered to his release, which spilled into me, hot and savage, just like him.

  We both gasped and groaned, giving into the mutual pleasure. I was breathing so hard I couldn’t catch my breath to steady it. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I couldn’t think past the drumming of my heart, which was almost as loud as the drumming in my ears.

  While he moved back on to the bed panting, my body felt like jelly.

  “Fuck… Abby…” he breathed. “Why the hell haven’t we thought of doing that before?”

  I wanted to say I didn’t know, but I couldn’t talk. All I could manage to do was shake my head.

  He moved up to me and gathered me in his arms, holding me against him.

  “You okay, baby?”

  “I’m more than okay. That was amazing. Can we do that again?” I wanted more from him. So much more.

  He smiled. “Hell, yes. I’m taking you from behind next time.”

  He lowered his mouth to kiss me, and my body got ready to take him all over again.

  Chapter 11

  Gilly

  * * *

  The light spray of water cascaded over us.

  I had her pressed up against the granite walls of my shower. I’d installed the tiles myself when I bought this place in an attempt to give it a more outdoor feel.

  As an athlete, you tended to value and splurged on anything that was good for soothing aching muscles. Next to my cars and motorcycle, the only other thing I splurged on was my bathroom. It was comparable to a spa with a high-powered shower steamer and a deep bathtub.

  Both had come in handy over the last few days.

  I’d had her so many times up against this wall, then in the bath too. We both decided that we loved sex in water. Or anywhere.

  I wanted Abby every- and anywhere. It didn’t matter where, and no matter how hard I’d tried, I couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t stop wanting her, couldn’t stop needing her. Needing to be inside her. Needing to renew my desire to make this woman mine.

  My Abby.

  I kissed her hard at the thought, pressing firmer into the wall. I couldn’t remember what day it was, but I was pretty certain it could have been Saturday, which meant she’d been at my place for the majority of this week.

  Monday was when she’d come to Tom’s to give me the answer to all answers. I’d nearly lost my damn mind when I saw her standing on the balcony looking down at me. Looking at me with that desire in her eyes that told me she’d come to stake her claim.

  It was everything. She was everything, and I wanted more.

  “I want to taste you,” she cooed against my lips.

  Taste me…

  Jesus…

  “Taste me. Taste me all you want, baby. Looks like we’re going to fuck to death in this house.”

  No problem.

  She giggled, and it was the best sound ever. It was a sound I could get used to forever, and that was a thought I never thought I’d’ have about anyone.

  Not anyone at all.

  It was definitely something that highlighted itself in my mind.

  I watched her slide from my lips and lower to her knees, settling down on the padded surface of the shower floor. That saucy look on her face was enough to make me come right here, and she hadn’t even done anything to me yet.

  I came to the conclusion yesterday that it was her.

  All of it, everything from start to finish was her.

  Over the years, I’d watched her and been this person in her life who was constant. She’d been the same for me too. My constant, never failing, always there.

  My Abby.

  Even when I thought we could be more, I’d never imagined this.

  Us like this.

  Us and that fire. Fire that had consumed yet lulled me into wanting more and more.

  It was her. That was what she did to me.

  She took hold of my cock and wrapped one slender hand around my erection. The flutter of her fingers over my shaft made me grow harder, straining toward her for release. I hadn’t been able to get the sight of her doing that to me for the first time out of my head. Same as I couldn’t get the taste of her sweet nectar out of my mouth. It was a taste that made me crave more, and a vision I never wanted to fade from my mind.

  She gripped the base and lowered her head to take me into her mouth. That mouth of hers with her full, pouty lips I’d shamefully fantasized about more times than I wanted to admit.

  That mouth of hers took me inside, and she ran her tongue over the head of my cock, making swirling motions as she started to suck.

  This wasn’t going to be one of those times where I allowed her to suck me off. No. I wanted to be inside her too badly, and I knew I wouldn’t last long either. This was nothing but enjoyable. Having her mouth on me, loving me with her mouth.

  She sucked harder, and I groaned, lacing my fingers through her hair, which looked like moonlight dripping with water.

  The color of moonlight in her hair and the bright blue of her eyes were a picture of beauty.

  She licked me like a cat, sucking my balls and licking along the length of my shaft again and again.

  My balls tightened in response, and I knew I had to have her now if I wanted to be inside her.

  “Abby, you’re too fucking good at that. I need you now, baby,” I growled deep, reaching for her arm.

  She kissed the tip of my cock and straightened, smoothing her hands over my chest.

  “Take me, Gilly,” she cooed.

  Take her?

  Fuck, yeah.

  I turned her to face the wall of the shower, and her hair fell forward, looking now like silver streaks of starlight.

  Running my fingers over the curve of her back, I gripped her hip with one hand and took in the view of her gorgeous ass. Perfect, round, and firm.

  When she bent over like that, I also got a good view of her gorgeous pussy. Pink and beautiful, the same color as her tight, taut nipples on her perky tits.

  I had perfection in my hands, all in my hands.

  I guided my cock to her sweet pussy and teased the lips open. She gasped when I thrust in, and a hum of pleasure fell from her lips.

  Her inner walls rippled against me, adjusting to take me as I moved inside her. I lost myself in her wet warmth. Lost myself in how wet and wild she was for me.

  Hunger matched hunger as we moved together and the sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room. The sounds of our bodies and our groans and moans of pure pleasure. Pure pleasure and eroticism that was so scandalous it severed me from reality.

  It ripped me away and tore me in two.

  Body to body we moved together, each thrust making her cry out my name. I fucked her harder when the tension built within me. It took me, and I could no longer fight the buildup of my release.

  As my body took over my mind, I lost control and came as her pussy walls tightened painfully around my cock when her orgasm took her. I erupted inside her, flooding her like a hurricane, violent and virile, leaving me panting.

  Fuck…

  Fucking hell. That was so wild I had to rest my hand on the wall of the shower. I stayed inside her, allowing her to milk me clean. I pulled out and slipped my hand around her waist as she pressed against the shower wall.

  The gentle sprinkle of water dashed over us, barely there but yet soothing against the sexual heat.

  She leaned back into my chest and placed her hand on my arm, running her fingers over my skin.

  “How am I supposed to leave you?” she whispered. She was supposed to be leaving days ago, but I wouldn’t allow her to, and she couldn’t bring herself to.

  I’d missed training and allowed myself to indulge in the break we normally had around this time. Never mind the fact that it was my idea for the guys to get together a couple times a week to train until training season started u
p again.

  “Don’t leave me,” I told her, speaking into her hair.

  She turned to face me and pressed her cheek against mine.

  “Imagine how crazy I’d make you if I were to stay.” She giggled.

  “I don’t care. Abby, I don’t care. I feel like I can’t be without you.”

  “I don’t want to be without you either.” She breathed. Standing on the tips of her toes she slipped her arms around my neck. I bent down a little so she wouldn’t have to strain. “God, it was bad before. It would kill me to go a day without speaking to you a few times. Now I can’t stand the thought of sleeping and not seeing you.”

  I pressed my forehead to hers and smiled. “Our dreams. We’ll be there too.”

  I planted a kiss on the top of her nose and held her as I thought about everything that could be changing around us.

  I wanted her, and I would be surprised as fuck if she wasn’t pregnant with the amount of sex we’d had.

  Changes were on the way, and I had a lot to wrap my head around. It was a lot, but something inside me sparked every time I thought about it.

  Her and a baby.

  My baby, my girl.

  I wanted them both.

  * * *

  Six weeks later, and we were just as crazy.

  Maybe worse…

  It was Monday night, and we managed to get away for some ice cream by the docks. It was the first Monday that I didn’t spend with the guys playing pool at Tom’s. I’d decided to spend the evening with my girl at our favorite ice cream parlor we’d loved as kids.

  It became it when Abby’s grandfather had brought us here one day when we were about five. Then, every time we saw him, he’d bring us here. We’d both get a chocolate sundae each and a banana split to share.

  One time, we ate so much that we were both so sick we couldn’t go to school the next day. Abby’s dad ended up taking care of us because my parents were away and the only thing we wanted to eat was ice cream.

  Here we were tonight. That boy and the girl, twenty-five years later, still enjoying the same order and each other’s company.

  And what were we talking about?

  Baby names.

  “Silvia,” she bubbled. “I love that name.”

  I frowned. “That sounds exactly like Elspeth.” She had all these old-school names I hated. Old names before our grandparents’ time.

  “Gilly, you’ve hated every name I’ve come up with.” She laughed. “You didn’t like even one of them.”

  “Baby, they’re terrible names.” I didn’t know why I bothered. She was the one who couldn’t get Gilman right and I got stuck with Gilly. What did I expect? “I don’t want our kid being the subject of all manner of crazy bully sessions, and it would be our fucking fault.”

  “Those names are beautiful, Gilly,” she insisted.

  “Whatever, I’m saying no to Silvia, Elspeth, and Wilhelmina for the girl names, and a hundred no’s to Archibald, Reginald, and Cornelius if it’s a boy. Lord, girl, come on, we can do much better than that.”

  “Okay, you try.” She laughed and tossed her hair to the side.

  I thought for a moment. “How about we go with our middle names. I love yours. Renee if it’s a girl or Zack if it’s a boy.” I held up my hands, and she smiled.

  “Oh my gosh, I love it.” She jumped up with excitement and skipped into my lap, throwing her arms around my neck. “I love it, Gilly.”

  “Yeah?” I was impressed with myself.

  “Yes. Oh my goodness, did we seriously just pick baby names?”

  I smiled at her. “We did. Weird, huh?” I ran my fingers over the flat of her stomach, wondering if just maybe we could have our own tiny human inside her. These days I found myself getting excited at the thought. It was as exciting as being with her. She looked down at my hand and smiled.

  “Have you checked yet?” I asked. “Pretty certain it doesn’t take that long, and at the rate we’ve been going, you might be having twins.”

  She laughed. “I’m checking next week. I think I’m just gonna go to the doctor and do it properly. I don’t think I could go buy a pregnancy test and all of that. It would make me too anxious because then you have to go to the doctor to make sure. So… I’m gonna go to the doctor right away.”

  God… this was actually happening. When there was mention of doctors, it meant shit was getting real. She’d said this would be the month for us to start checking and maybe expecting. I still couldn’t believe it was me.

  Us…

  “I should go with you.” I nodded.

  She ran her hand over my beard. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “I want to. I want to be there the whole time. Even for the small stuff.” I meant it. Every last word.

  “You really are the most amazing man, Gilly.” Her eyes sparkled like pure twilight. “Thank you, thank you for all of this. You and me, and our baby in the works.”

  “You’re welcome, Abby, but you’re forgetting I want this too. All of it. You and me and our baby in the works.”

  She leaned forward and kissed me with her warm, welcoming lips. It was the kind of kiss you wanted to last forever.

  When we pulled apart, I opened my mouth to say something more about the baby, but the words faded from my mind when my gaze landed on Giselle standing on the bridge just ahead of us.

  She was staring at me, right at me, and the look on her face was pure disapproval. Most people would have turned away when they’d been caught watching someone. She didn’t.

  Six weeks had passed, and I hadn’t seen her in that whole time. I hadn’t cared because I was with Abby, and even if I weren’t, I had no plans to see her, and definitely not get back together.

  I remembered when we were together, she’d always insisted that I had feelings for Abby, and I told her I didn’t feel for her the way she suspected.

  It was a lie. Never felt like a lie at the time, but there was always a part of me that would question my response to her.

  Well, here I was, right before her, with Abby on my lap talking about babies.

  The look on Giselle’s face darkened. Even in this soft moonlight I saw it, and I got a bad feeling. A moment later she walked away, blending into the darkness of night.

  She was the kind of woman who didn’t take no for an answer, and she always got what she wanted. She’d told me she wanted me back, and I’d said no. She saw I was with Abby and we looked serious. We were serious.

  If it was one thing I knew about Giselle from way back when, it was that she was trouble.

  I really hoped she didn’t cause the kind of trouble I knew she was capable of.

  Chapter 12

  Abby

  * * *

  Could a person have too much sex?

  Was that possible?

  I thought it was within reason to have it as many times if you were trying for a baby.

  But…

  It wasn’t just the fact that we were trying for a baby.

  It was us. I couldn’t get enough of the man, and I hated it with a fiery passion that I had to go to work this morning.

  Dad called me in.

  When I got a phone call from him and it was about work, it was never good. It didn’t happen often but often enough in the last few years for me to know I shouldn’t cross him.

  To be fair, he’d been very lenient with me for the last six weeks. I’d literally been a no-show most of the time, and there was hardly a week that went by when I’d worked all five days. In fact, I had to be honest there and admit that I’d probably done two days across the work week. That was me going in for a few hours here and there, or not at all.

  It was Mia who first gave me a heads-up that Dad was pissed, so I figured I’d come in today after he called and would make myself stay for the whole day.

  Maybe…

  Mom was in today. She dealt with all the charities our family sponsored. Mia, Vanessa, and I sat in the large meeting room with her discussing a project she wanted to put
together for the old children’s hospital in downtown L.A.

  We were donating a million dollars to renovate the neonatal unit, but she wanted to do something to get the community involved at large. Her idea was to set up a big campaign for the fundraiser. That was where we as a team came in. Me in particular because I dealt with the online campaigns. Vanessa was more of the person who’d meet and greet and set up appointments for potential clients. Mia was the planner. No one wanted to admit this, but Dad had made up the role for her after Mia dropped out of college. Mia was the sister who just didn’t know what she wanted to do. She went to college for a year and decided it wasn’t for her. She’d hated it. She didn’t even like the aspect of freedom and a social experience you wouldn’t get at any other time in your life.

  That was why I went.

  At least we all seemed to be able to work together. Fundraisers were always great. My parents had done many and made it their duty to support a couple of different charities every year. Crusaders, that was what they were.

  It was all so great, but not that great when I couldn’t concentrate.

  I’d left Gilly in bed this morning. The poor guy had been so tired he was barely able to wake up and kiss me goodbye. He had to train today too, but it wasn’t for the whole day. Just until lunchtime.

  I, on the other hand, was here until five. It was only eleven now. Only eleven and I was ready to fade away into the ether of despair because I just wanted to be with my man.

  That was all I wanted.

  My man…

  I still couldn’t believe Gilly and I were a couple, and the excitement of being with him was such that I wished people around me could enjoy it too. And I knew that was incredibly ridiculous because it was nothing to them. We’d created our own bubble of bliss, and we both wanted this baby.

  It felt even more perfect than it had originally. Before, the idea of a baby had been nice and new. The way the situation had flipped around encompassed what I’d wished for but was afraid to try.