Soul

by Audrey Carlan

  PREGNANT

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Gillian

  It’s as if the little screen starts flashing. Pregnant! Pregnant! Pregnant!

  I open my mouth to say something but words fail me. Chase gets up and starts pacing the room. His hands tunnel into those dark locks and yank on the roots. He really needs to stop doing that. He’s going to end up bald if he doesn’t. For now though, the situation warrants an extreme response, and while I can’t come up with a thing to say, I’ll allow him his own freak-out. I watch as he walks from one side of the room to the other, back and forth. On the tenth cut across the plush carpet, he stops and looks up to the sky on a sigh.

  I can’t help but enjoy the view. My husband’s body is magnificent, golden skin, tapered waist, muscles everywhere they’re supposed to be on a twenty-nine year old man. A man who’s about to become a father.

  A mother. I’m going to be someone’s mother. I lay a hand over my stomach protectively while looking down. I caress the skin that’s there, hoping that my baby feels the unconditional love I’m sending.

  As I’m bonding with the idea that I have a baby growing inside of me, I feel the bed dip. Chase crawls over to me and lies on his stomach. His head is uber close to my stomach when he looks up. “Can you feel it? I mean, our baby?” The question is so innocent, so unlike the demanding, business tycoon I met almost a year ago. Chase is so different now than he was then. All that’s happened to us, the stalker, the abduction, his mother’s death, our eloping, and now this and he’s still here, worrying about me.

  “No,” I smile softly and lick my lips. “But I imagine him there, growing, a testament to our love. That’s what he is.”

  “He?” Chase’s eyes turn up to mine, his question laced with hope. I shrug noncommittally. In my mind, Chase is so powerful, his swimmers must be, too. So yes, I think our baby is a he. Another perfect specimen of mankind made to drive women of the world absolutely insane.

  “Chase…” I swallow not knowing how to ask this question, not wanting to but knowing I need to know where he’s at with this. I can’t go one more minute knowing I’m going to be a mother with the thought that I’ll have to do it alone. Abortion is not an option, never would have been when Justin took motherhood away from me all those years ago either.

  My husband pulls my hand away from my stomach. He grips my hips and pushes my legs out so they are caging his body. I allow the movement not knowing what he’s doing but appreciating him close anyway. Once he gets my legs spread and his body lying on top of me, he scoots my body down, my head falling to the pillow. He has his face hovering over my stomach, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath. He leans forward, pushes up my camisole and kisses every inch of my belly. Every single last inch he presses his lips to and holds for long seconds. It’s as if he’s making sure that with every press he’s giving his love.

  “Mine.” He growls while covering my entire stomach and pelvis with his two large hands. Tears fall before I ever realize I’m crying. I don’t have to ask him how he feels. Of course, I know instinctively his reaction. It’s Chase. When it comes to me, our future, our child, he’s going to be possessive. Dangerously so. He looks up at me, his eyes a steel blue the kind that would normally issue fear in the person they are directed at. But not me. I know him too well. He’s just feeling too much, too quickly and when he does, especially when it involves me…he loses his shit.

  I stay quiet while he connects with this idea of being a father, and I let him finish whatever he needs to say or do to make this reality sink in. Chase leans his head down to my stomach and listens. To what, I don’t know. The fetus couldn’t be more than the size of a lima bean. I can feel his body tense all around me, his hands cupping where the baby is nestled safely within my womb. “This is my child. No man, no woman, no one, will ever lay a harsh finger to our baby. I will protect you and our child with my life. Know that, Gillian.”

  “Chase, baby, I do know that. I know you will never hurt me or our child. Daddy,” I say to lighten the thick pressure of the mood he’s in. His lips turn up and he grins.

  “Holy fuck. I’m going to be someone’s daddy. And you’re going to be a mommy!” He tosses back and I giggle and nod.

  “Looks like it.”

  “We’re going to need to get you into the doctor right away. I’ll call Dana after.”

  I narrow my brows and purse my lips. “After what?”

  “After I fuck my pregnant wife,” he says deadpan.

  “Is that right?” I say with as much sex appeal as I can muster.

  “Oh, I’m going to show you what’s right. And that’s me, balls deep inside that perfect pussy,” he growls.

  Jesus. There are so many layers to this man I can hardly keep track. One moment he sounds angry, the next possessive, and now, horny. And his words, they seem to smooth along my skin like silk and wrap around my libido making me insanely needy for him.

  “Does the idea of taking a pregnant lady turn you on?” I say, stretching out my limbs above my head, pointing my toes and moaning at the way the muscles bend and stretch, relieving two days’ worth of tension.

  I’m so happy to be back in our bed after all the travel, the nightmare of dealing with two more of my friends hurt, falling asleep at Maria’s bedside, and our Kathleen still not out of the woods. I know there’s nothing we can do for either of them tonight; tomorrow, that’s another day of sticking to the hospital, spreading love and praying for Kat to be okay.

  Chase’s lips come down to my clavicle where he licks a slippery line. Instead of lifting the shirt off my head he pushes the straps down my shoulders eager to get to more skin. “Everything about you turns me on,” Chase says. “Your pearlescent skin,” he licks a line down between my breasts pushing the shirt as he goes. I’m not wearing a bra because it could rub against my tattoo so when he pushes it over the swells my breasts pop free. Instantly he takes one into his warm mouth. He swirls his tongue around the tight knot of flesh, biting enticingly into the erect tip, sending ripples through my body and making me wet.

  I moan as he sucks hard. “I love how your pretty pink nipples get dark, turning into ripe berries when I suck on them. He proves his point by squeezing the round globes, pushing as much of my breast into his mouth as possible and biting down. My back arches instinctively and my hands fist into his hair, holding him close, giving myself to his ministrations. He takes it, plucking and ripening each nipple until they are hot points of need. He grabs my camisole and slowly pulls it over my tattoo, then my shoulders, and over my head where he tosses it aside.

  Chase’s gaze zeros in on my tattoo. With a feather light touch he traces the area then kisses it. It’s still scabbing over but it doesn’t really hurt. “I love seeing this on your skin, baby. Knowing it’s for me.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be worthy of you, but I’m going to spend my life trying.”

  I cup both his cheeks. “You’re more than worthy. Chase, you’re my world. You, me, and now this baby. We’re a family. A real family. You’ve given me something no one else could give me. Don’t you see that?”

  After that, all words are unnecessary because Chase makes it so, keeping my mouth busy on his. He kisses me with his whole being and I feel it down to my toes where they curl at each swipe of his tongue. The minty taste of him calls to me. Speaks to a place deep inside where a woman knows her mate instinctively.

  Kiss after drugging kiss, Chase and I reconnect. Find that togetherness we had in Ireland and bring it into this bed in our home. Chase’s lips tear from mine as his hands slide over my thighs. “Need to be inside my wife.”

  He doesn’t even take the time to remove my panties just rips them at the side so they’re out of the way. Chase holds my legs open wide, staring down at my arousal-slickened sex like he’s ravenous, not sure whether he wants to put his mouth on me or plunge in. It’s a difficult decision, I know, for I’m ready for either one, equally desiring both.

  Ultimately, he end
s up with his eyes on the prize. Lightning quick, his face is between my thighs, hovering over my center. He inhales fully. “Christ, that smell. There’s nothing like the scent of your desire, baby. Makes my mouth water.” He proves this by pushing my thighs wider and licking me from bottom to top, groaning in pleasure. Then he places his lips over my aching heat and sucks me hard, his thumbs keeping me open, his index fingers spinning circles around my clit so perfectly I skyrocket into orgasm. My body convulses against his working mouth, his tongue delving in and out of me. The sounds he’s making are primal, lost to the moment, and I love every second of being the focus of his attention.

  Once he licks every inch his eyes come to mine. His face is coated in my essence as he drags his tongue all over his wet lips as if wanting to get every last drop of my pleasure. Those beautiful blue eyes of his are hot. “Will it hurt the baby to fuck you hard?” he asks, holding my thighs open at the knees.

  I shake my head. “No. Baby is well protected and very, very small.”

  Chase’s nostrils flare, and he pushes his boxers down, his dick is huge, thick and straining. The wide knob at the top weeps at the slit, and I moan, wanting nothing more than to lick it off, taste his desire for me.

  “Let me have a taste,” I beg locking eyes with him. His eyes are swirling with heat.

  “You want a taste of my cock.”

  I grin. “I want a taste of my cock.” I bite down on my bottom lip and lift my chin.

  Chase’s smile is predatory and his eyes gleaming. His hand comes down and cups my entire center. “This pussy mine?”

  I nod. “Always has been.”

  “Always fucking will be,” he grates, pushing the heel of his palm into my clit, at the same time, plunging two fingers deep.

  My head falls back to the pillow on a moan. I move my head from side to side while swirling my hips wanting more of him. I can’t handle it. When he’s touching me, he owns me, and the smug bastard knows it.

  He removes his hand and straddles the top of the bed at my chest. “Put your mouth on my cock, wife.” Chase is going to use that word until I detest hearing it, I just know it. But this time, it makes me fucking hot, and a fresh bout of moisture slickens my thighs.

  I lick the tip of his dick and give it a welcoming kiss. He places a hand at the headboard balancing himself above me. His head falls down to his chest, and he closes his eyes. Even though he’s kneeling over me, I know it’s me who owns him right now. His dick hovers over my lips so I rub them all over, painting a wet trail down the side of his length and back up.

  “You’re teasing me,” he warns, his voice strained just the way I like it.

  I place my lips just at the crown and lick a circle around the top before taking just the head in and give it a good hard suck. Chase trembles and thrust his hips, wanting me to take him further, but I pull back, preferring to tease. He groans and cups my jaw with his hand, his thumb pushing my bottom lip down opening my mouth wide. “You’re going to take it down your throat baby, then I’m going to plunge so deep into your pussy you’ll forget where you end and I begin.”

  Now that sounds pretty fucking amazing. I nod and he pushes his way down my throat.

  Chase

  Tight. So fucking tight.

  Wet. So fucking wet.

  Her perfect lips stretch wide over my cock as I push my way into her mouth, until I reach that muscle and press past it. She swallows like the goddess she is, and I grind my teeth, enjoying the feeling of being all the way down her throat, feeling the puffs of air from her nose against my groin. Her eyes go wide, and I can tell she needs air so I pull back fast. She doesn’t miss a beat, sucking in a breath and pulling me back down, deep throating me like a professional. My girl, my wife, loves my cock, and the sweet woman has very little gag reflex. It’s official; I married the perfect woman.

  And now, she’s going to have my baby.

  Christ! That thought makes me painfully hard. Knowing she’s got my child in her, growing something I planted inside of her, a piece of me. Stone. My dick is so rock hard I could chisel marble with it.

  I pull out of her succulent mouth but only because I know that her pussy is going to be just as hot and just as wet. She mewls in protest.

  “Hungry for cock, baby?” She moans, widening her legs, offering me entrance into the promised land.

  Maneuvering her legs high and wide, I center my dick at her sopping entrance. I stir my hips, rubbing my cock all over her wet pussy, paying extra attention to rubbing against her little, cherry clit that’s peeking out of its hiding place. I’d like to run my tongue all over that hardened bud, but right now, we both need to be one. Joined.

  I plunge into her heat, and she clamps down on my cock making her deliciously tight cavern even more so with the effort of her muscles. “Fuck me! So good.” I pull out and thrust back in. She moans, her hands coming to my biceps where her nails dig in. Repositioning us, I pull her legs wide and push them up to her armpits. “This okay?” I groan, the top of my dick pressing into that spot within her that makes her stupid.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” she says not making any sense. I lean up on my knees pull her sexy body onto my cock and press home over and over. The nonsensical sounds start again, and I feel extreme pride knowing I’ve reduced this intelligent woman to a babbling entity driven only by pleasure.

  With my thumb, I caress the place where we’re joined. Her eyes open like a shot. “Look down,” I tell her, and like a good girl, she does. Following her gaze, I watch as I plunge my cock in and out of her impossibly tight pussy. I make sure to rub her red clit with my thumb, then down to where I’m taking her. “Feel us,” I insist. She brings a shaky hand to the space between our bodies. I take her hand, press her fingers over her sweet clit where she moans then push father down to where we’re joined. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens as she feels me pumping in and out. “That’s us, Gillian, we’re connected.” Her fingers play in the wetness between our bodies sending jolts of pleasure through my cock and up my groin to spiral along my spine. “Feel it? That’s me loving you.”

  She lets out a breath; her head tips back; her fingers glide up to her clit where she manipulates herself with two fingers in furiously, fast circles. So fucking hot.

  “That’s it,” I encourage, the muscles in her cunt fastening around my cock, her hips lifting to meet mine. She’s incredible. Her entire body is strung tight like a drum, sweat glistens on her skin mingling with mine, her nipples point in invitation to the sky. If I was in a different position, I’d be sucking those strawberry tips like a starving man.

  “Harder,” she begs. I planned to take her hard but knowing my child is there makes me pause.

  “Are you sure?”

  She sucks in a breath. “Harder, Chase. Make me come.”

  That’s all I needed to hear. I lean over her body, her hand still working her clit while I pound into her. She screams in delight. “Yes, yes, more!” So I give it to her. Plunging in and out, growling with the need to mark my territory, fill her full.

  Once I lean forward, I take a fat nipple into my mouth and suck hard. That’s all it takes. Her body quivers, and her pussy gives my cock the lock down. Straight up gripping me so hard it’s almost painful. I fuck her through it, and when she spasms around me, her nails digging into my ass, I come, and come, and come into her jerking body. She clings to me through it all until I collapse on top of her, completely destroyed in the best possible way.

  I lean to the side keeping her connected to me, wanting to stay inside her. Makes me feel closer to her. I wrap my arms around her, bringing her into the cavern of my arms. When I look down, I see she’s passed out. I fucked her to sleep. A slow smile slips across my face, and I wedge her leg over mine, making sure that I’m still balls deep inside my woman. Me holding her close, protecting her and our child. Little puffs of air tickle the hair on my chest.

  Feeling her in my arms, my dick still inside her, her breath on my chest, her arms around me, I can finally rest.
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  I wake to the feeling of Gillian attempting to move out of my arms. Not an option. Without saying anything I roll over, my dick still nice and deep only now hard. She gasps and I steal her breath, cover her mouth with mine and thrust into her. Slowly I plunge in and out of her. Completely unhurried but still wanting her desperately.

  Hands caressing one another, muscles softening, lips glued to each other, we make exceptionally, slow love. I take her to the height of passion, bring her down, then take her there again. Over and over I make love to her whispering in her ear all that I couldn’t say before.

  “I’m happy about our baby,” I tell her thrusting deep.

  “Me too,” she whispers into my hairline.

  “I want to be a good father. I will be a good father.” I promise, sucking on her neck, plunging into her.

  “You will be. I know it. Our baby is going to be so loved.” She says lifting her hips, caressing my back.

  “I’m going to love you both, give you everything…” I groan in between her breasts taking a nipple and sucking. Her hand caresses my scalp as I worship her breasts.

  “We only need you. You are everything,” she says breathily tipping her head back, offering her breasts to my greedy mouth.

  I shake my head so she feels it in her hands. “You’ll never want for anything.” I thrust and suck hard at her at the same time.

  “Only want you, just you.” And that’s when we come, both of us tumbling over the crest together, holding onto one another; my lips on hers taking her mouth the way I’m taking her body. She gives it all freely, willingly, beautifully. My wife. The mother of my child.

  Once we’re done, we lay there holding onto one another in our dark bedroom. A million thoughts run through my mind about how I’m going to protect them, keep them safe from a man who’s hurt so many, his twisted sights on Gillian.

  My head is on her chest, my hand caressing her stomach. “Do you think he feels us? You know, when we make love?” I ask her knowing absolutely nothing about a woman’s pregnant body. A situation I’m going to rectify immediately. I’ll be downloading whatever fucking guide to pregnancy books onto my iPad I can get my hands on. I need to know everything about our child, about what’s happening to her body and what I need to do and provide to make sure our baby comes into this world happy and healthy.