A few minutes later, my phone dinged with a text notification. I ignored it and pulled out of our driveway, intent on getting to the drug store immediately. As I passed my brother’s house, I briefly considered stopping to talk to his wife, Aspen, but then I decided against it. Weston’s goal in life seemed to be knocking her up as often as possible, so she probably had a spare pregnancy test lying around, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone other than Quinn—not until I knew the results.
I raced to the store, practically leaping from my BMW to run inside and grab a handful of tests since I didn’t want to waste the time to figure out which one was best. Then I headed towards the Gray Security offices, calling Quinn on speaker phone when I was only a few minutes away.
“Morning, baby. How’s all the errand running going?”
“About that—” I trailed off, my eyes glossing over with tears. Stupid hormones, they were another sign that the test was probably going to be positive. “I haven’t gotten anything from my original list done yet because I had to add two more stops to the list.”
“Not because of issues with the wedding, right?”
I heard the dread in his tone. Normally, I’d be understanding of it because he would have preferred to get married when he’d graduated from college, but I’d still had three years to go, so we’d waited. And waited some more, if you asked Quinn. But with thoughts of a possible pregnancy crowding my brain, I wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable. Especially not when it was all his fault.
“It depends on how you look at it,” I muttered.
“What do you mean; it depends?”
“Well,” I drawled out slowly. “You know how I am about surprises, right?”
“Of course I fucking know how much you hate surprises. I know everything about you.”
“Then you know how I get when even the tiniest surprise is sprung on me,” I snapped at him. “Multiply that by about a thousand, and you’ll get how I’m feeling right now.”
“What the fuck is going on? Tell me so I can fix it. I don’t like knowing you’re across town while you’re freaking out.”
“I’m not across town. I’m down the street from your office,” I corrected. “As a matter of fact, I’m getting ready to turn into the parking lot now.”
“Are you okay? Wait in the car. I’ll come down and get you,” he barked.
“No!” I yelped. I didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of a parking lot. If it turned out that we were expecting a baby, I wanted this moment to be a little more memorable than us standing by my car where anyone could wander past us while I told him the news. “I’m coming up to you.”
“Jenna,” he growled.
“I know. I know,” I sighed. “You can be all macho later, after I’ve explained everything.”
I had a feeling macho was going to be an understatement if the test turned up positive. I’d seen how my brother was with Aspen when she was pregnant with their daughter, Willow. I was willing to bet Quinn was going to be just as bad—if not worse—with me.
I leapt from my car and raced towards the building as soon as I pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine on my car. If I didn’t move fast, Quinn would beat me downstairs before I could make it up to the Gray Security offices. Luckily, the guards knew me and waived me through.
“Seriously, I’m already headed to the elevator. Stay where you are. I’m coming to you.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. “But I’ll be waiting for you when you get here.”
“Like I ever expected you to do otherwise,” I snorted.
My phone’s signal always sucked on the elevator in this building, and today was no exception. The call cut out the moment the doors shut in front of me. I watched the number of each floor light up, and it felt like it was taking forever. By the time they slid open again, and I saw Quinn standing there, I was a nervous wreck. His dark eyes scanned me from head to toe, and his muscular frame seemed to relax slightly when he found me in one piece.
“Whose ass do I need to kick for upsetting you?”
“Yours,” I hissed, darting a glance at the receptionist, Jessa. Her head dropped low as soon as our eyes met, and I would have made a point to go talk to her except I had more urgent business with my fiancé. “We need to talk. In private. Now.”
“What the hell, Jenna?”
I shoved the bag full of pregnancy tests into his hand and waited for him to look inside. His entire face lit up when he realized what they were. And what they meant for us.
He didn’t freak out like I had. Why would he when his tuxedo would still fit him perfectly? Instead, he led me past Jessa and into Xander’s office.
“We need to use your private bathroom,” Quinn barked at his boss, shaking the drug store bag.
Xander’s eyes darted from Quinn, to the bag, and then to my belly. The man was way too smart for his own good because he immediately figured it out and grinned, gesturing to the door. “Sure. Go ahead. It’s open on this side.”
Quinn didn’t give me the chance to offer Xander more than a quick hello before he nudged me into the bathroom and slammed the door behind us.
“Holy crap!” I squeaked, taking in my surroundings. The bathroom was huge, with travertine flooring, cream painted walls, a cream and gold swirled counter, and an enormous shower, the tiles made to match the floor. There was a bench against the wall next to the door, and before I knew what was happening I was sitting on it with Quinn kneeling at my feet. Due to his six-foot-three frame, it left us at eye level with each other.
“Are you pregnant?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. “I think I might be since my period was supposed to come yesterday and none of my pants fit me right.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed out, making me narrow my eyes at him.
“Why don’t you seem the least bit surprised by this?”
“Worry about that later.” He dug through the bag and pulled out a pink box. After scanning the front and back of the package, he nodded and ripped it open. “It says you can get results up to six days sooner than your missed period with this one. Go pee on it.”
“Fine,” I huffed, scooting around him to use the toilet. It was a good thing it was in a little alcove off to the side, with a door, or else we would have ended up in an argument because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pee in front of him and there was no way I’d get him to agree to step out of the room.
I did my business as quietly as possible, and after I was done, I set the test on the counter and washed my hands. Quinn came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my belly and pulling me close. His scruffy chin rested on the top of my head, and his eyes were glued on the test. I was as anxious to know the results as he was, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his reflection in the mirror. I watched as his dark eyes filled with so much emotion—love, excitement, determination—and I knew. The test was positive. We were pregnant.
“C’mon,” he growled, gripping my hand in his tightly as he tugged me towards the door opposite the one we’d come through before. He threw it open and practically dragged me across the mats on the floor of the workout room.
“Where are we going?”
“The courthouse.”
2
Quinn
Jenna tugged on my hand and dug her heels in an effort to slow my progress.
“Quinn!” she snapped. I stopped abruptly and spun around, pulling her into my embrace.
“This isn’t up for discussion, baby. You’re pregnant with our kid, and you’re going to be my wife right now.” My tone made it clear I expected no argument. I swung her up into my arms and continued striding from the room and over to the elevator.
“Quinn, be reasonable,” she pleaded. “Our wedding is less than three months away. I’ll barely even be showing by then! And, if we run off to the courthouse and get married, my mother will kill you.”
I growled in frustration as we stepped onto the elevator and the doors swooshed closed
. “Reasonable? Jenna, I’ve waited five very long years to marry you. My reserve of patience is empty.”
She sighed. “Put me down, please.” I could hear the adorable pout in her voice and gave in. I always did when she used that tone, and she knew it.
The elevator halted and opened to the underground parking garage. I took her hand and started walking towards where I’d parked my black Charger.
“Babe, my car is over there,” she protested, pointing in the opposite direction.
“We’ll come back for it.”
“Quinn. Let’s at least go home and talk about this, okay? I’m not saying no, just…not right this second.”
I wasn’t happy about that option, but the reality was that she wasn’t asking me for much. So, I shoved my inner Neanderthal back into his cave and tucked Jenna into my side. “All right, baby. Let’s go home and talk.” I could afford to wait since I knew how that conversation was going to go.
Once we reached my car, I helped Jenna into her seat and buckled her up before jogging around to the driver’s side. After getting in and starting the car, I shot a quick text to Xander and let him know I’d be out for the rest of the day. With the wedding so close, I’d been assigned short-term security gigs and was between them at that moment. I’d been occupying my time with reports and other paperwork shit that I hated. He responded with the name and number of the OBGYN his wife was currently seeing. I laughed and put my phone in a cup holder before backing out of my parking spot.
Less than twenty minutes later, I pulled into the driveway of a large, white, clapboard house with stone accents. About a year after I graduated from college, Jenna and I decided to buy a house. We both came from money, but had been taught to be smart with it. Our trust funds were invested with the help of Xander’s friend, Rhys. We hadn’t intended to buy a house that large right off the bat, but Jenna had seen the listing and fallen in love.
We both wanted a big family, so we decided to go ahead and buy the home we would raise our children in. It became even more perfect when her brother and his wife had purchased a home in the same neighborhood. Jenna had become extremely close with Aspen and was overjoyed to be so close to her niece and nephew as well.
I exited the car and rounded the hood to open Jenna’s door and help her out. We walked hand in hand inside the house. The back was taken up by an open area, a family room that spilled into one side of the kitchen. I sat her on the couch and kissed her forehead before heading to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.
“Here, you need to stay hydrated,” I instructed gently as I held out the beverage. She took it with a roll of her eyes but tipped it to her lips. With her head back, the long column of her throat was exposed and it was sexy as hell. My girl was more fucking gorgeous every day. When she’d drunk the last of her water, I sat down on the plush, emerald green couch and lifted her into my lap.
“Baby—” I started.
“I haven’t even had a second to process this, Quinn,” she interrupted. She buried her face in her hands and groaned. “How the fuck did this even happen?”
“Well, when a man and a woman—” I broke off with a laugh when Jenna smacked my bicep.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it, smartass. We’ve been careful. . .haven’t we?”
Clearly, Jenna hadn’t realized how many times we’d fucked without a condom since I’d been home. If she had asked me to put one on, I would have. I would give her anything. But she’d been too caught up in our passion to notice, and I had no problem taking full responsibility for that.
I’d been determined to knock her up as soon as the ink was dry on our marriage license anyway. The only thing that would’ve made me happier than knowing she was carrying our child would’ve been to have a wedding band on her finger. I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed the solitary engagement ring.
“I hate knowing the mother of my child isn’t bound to me completely. I’m ecstatic to be a husband and dad.” I couldn’t help grinning like a lunatic.
Jenna laughed when she clocked my expression. “You’re too damn adorable, Quinn. How am I supposed to resist you?”
My grin widened even further. “You’re not.” My mouth crashed down over hers, and I kissed her deeply until we were both panting with need. “Why even try?” I knew just how I was going to convince her to marry me right away.
Standing swiftly, I held her tight against me and her legs circled my waist as I strode from the room. My lips devoured her hungrily, nibbling and sucking my way down to her throat. With a single-minded purpose, I jogged up the steps and stalked to our room where I tossed her on the bed. She bounced twice with a laugh, and her heated gaze roamed over my body for a few seconds. But, before I could come down on top of her, she scrambled off of the bed and dashed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
“Baby,” I growled as I began to shed my clothes, arriving at the door fully naked. “Get your sweet little ass out here. If I have to come in and get you, you’re not going to like it.”
I heard the shower turn on and was about to storm in when she called out, “Hold your horses, babe. I promise, it will be worth it.”
I groaned and grabbed the base of my solid as steel cock, squeezing it painfully hard to try and push back the waves of desire. Backing up slowly, I stared at the door until my knees hit the bed and I fell backwards. I started counting down from one hundred knowing that when I reached one, she’d be out of time and I would break down the fucking door if I had to.
“Five, four, three—” I stopped abruptly when the door swung open and sat up.
Holy motherfucking hell.
She stood there in a lacy white bra, matching, barely-there panties, and sparkly pink, sky-fucking-high stilettos. Her luscious tits were practically spilling out, and my mouth watered in anticipation of tasting one of her pert, pink nipples.
With a seductive smile, she sashayed over to the bed, and climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Her hands came up to cup my face and she held it firmly as she brought her mouth down over mine. My hands flew to her hips and I gripped her tightly, probably leaving bruises. But, I was on a tight leash and didn’t know how much longer I could stay in control. Jenna obviously wanted to be in charge and I decided to let her have her way. For the moment.
“Quinn,” she murmured. Her voice was husky and sexy as fuck, making my dick grow even more painfully hard. “I love you more than anything.”
“I love you too, baby.”
She scooted back on my lap a little and I growled in protest as the heat from her core slipped away. “I want to make you happy.” Gracefully, she slid off of my lap and dropped to her knees between my legs. Without warning, she took hold of my cock and sucked it deep between her plump, swollen lips.
“Fuck!” My head fell back, the incredible suction from her mouth dragging my orgasm fast to the surface. I buried my hands in her hair and tried to hold her close as my hips bucked, but she wrenched away and licked lightly around the head, then down the vein that ran the length of the underside of my cock.
I let her play a little, groaning at the strength it was taking to hold back. Then she practically attacked me again, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat and swallowing. “Fuck, yes, baby!” A tingling started at the base of my spine and my balls were drawing up when her mouth was replaced by the sting of cool air. “What the fuck?” I glanced down and my eyes narrowed at the sight of her smirk. When she looked at my face, her smug expression dropped into a pout and I knew I was being played. She was trying to seduce me into agreeing with her. I mentally shook my head. It was kind of cute that she thought she was in control.
“We can wait until the wedding, right?” she asked prettily then licked her lips, leaving them shiny and so kissable.
In the next breath, I’d lifted her up and draped her over my knees. I ripped away the tiny bit of fabric at her core and gave each bared cheek of her ass a hard slap. She yelped, but it turned into a moan when I plunged two fingers into her
pussy. “So fucking wet.” I spanked her again, and another rush of liquid soaked my hand. She struggled to get up for a moment, earning her another hard spanking. Her lily-white ass was pink, my handprints glowing like a brand. I was about to break.
I flipped her over, turned and dropped her in the center of the bed. As I covered her body with mine, I pushed her hands up over her head and locked them in one of my fists. “Jenna,” I snarled, “Who’s in charge in the bedroom?”
Her eyes were already heated but at my question, they burned even hotter.
Using my free hand, I twisted the catch on the front clasp of her bra and the cups slid to the side, her tits spilling out.
“Who makes the rules when we fuck, baby?” I asked while tweaking one of her nipples, then pulling it into my mouth. My hips bucked and my pulsing cock slid against her pussy which was so drenched, the underside of my cock was coated in her arousal.
“You,” she whispered with a whimper.
“Damn fucking straight,” I growled before slamming my mouth down over hers.
She was shaking when I finally pulled away and took a little time to lavish her tits with attention. I was hungry for her pussy, but we were both so on edge that I knew I would lose it the second my tongue glided between her folds.
Lifting up, I grasped my cock and positioned it just right before thrusting inside her so deep, I bumped the edge of her cervix. She screamed and her back arched, her walls clamping down on me.
The last of my restraint slipped away, and I drove into her in long, deep strokes.
“Quinn!” Jenna’s legs clamped around me, and she pushed her hips up, trying to get even closer.
“That’s right, baby. Squeeze that tight little pussy. Yes! Fuck!” I was suddenly lost to sensation and began slamming in and out with wild abandon. Jenna’s cries escalated into screams of pleasure until she came violently, pushing me over the edge. “Jenna!” I roared as I poured my seed into her womb. Just the thought of how it had already taken root had me shuddering and coming even harder.
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