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Safe With Me, Baby: A Yeah, Baby Novella

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by Fiona Davenport


  Chapter 8

  Sitting in a van outside the premiere for Ewan’s newest movie, my eyes were glued to the monitor, specifically to his hand on my woman’s lower back. If it dropped another inch lower, he was going to have to learn to live without the appendage.

  Calista looked fucking gorgeous in her sleeveless, blood-red dress that hugged her body until the skirt flowed out from the knees down. Her long hair was swept up into a twist at the back of her neck, and her red-tipped feet peeked out from under the skirt as she walked, showing off sexy, glittery stilettos. I couldn’t wait to rip that dress off her later that night and fuck her in nothing but those heels.

  It irritated the fuck out of me that it wasn’t my arm she was holding onto while looking so fuckable. I wasn’t sure how the fuck she talked me into letting her take the job playing another man’s girlfriend. It had been two weeks of keeping the fact that she lived with me a secret, hiding our relationship in public, all the things I’d sworn I wouldn’t do. I should have put a fucking ring on her finger the day she moved in with me, I thought grumpily.

  In order to survive the job, without murdering Ewan, I focused on the light at the end of the tunnel. I’d be walking into it tomorrow. We had an appointment for a blood test to determine whether Calista was pregnant. I didn’t know precisely why, but my instincts were confident that it would be positive. I might have been worried about her reaction, especially since it meant a vast change in her responsibilities at Gray Security, but whenever I brought it up, her face softened and her lips tipped up into a tiny smile.

  She played the game well, but in the short time since we’d met, I already knew her better than anyone and her poker face was non-existent to me. And, it was obvious, even if she hadn’t recognized it yet, that she wanted this as much as I did. It was just an extra perk that she wouldn’t be able to guard pretty-boy any longer.

  My team had been surprised when I showed up for surveillance duty at the event. I was very selective about the jobs I handled personally and staking out in the van was a rarity. But, as the night went on and I got more and more tense at the sight of Ewan touching my woman, their knowing looks told me they’d heard the rumors about Calista and me.

  I supposed it was a good thing they recognized it because when Ewan had briefly kissed Calista’s lips while being interviewed by the press, they held me back from jumping out of the vehicle and knocking out several of his perfect, white teeth. Calista kept her cool like the professional she was, but I was slightly mollified by the tinge of pink on her cheeks. To the rest of the world, if they noticed it at all, it would look like she was blushing. The truth was, it was a flush from aggravation. She was not happy with his actions either.

  That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make damn sure she knew who she fucking belonged to when we got home.

  My anger continued to boil, not at her, but at the situation. Still, it fueled my need to prove she was mine. Riding home separately only made it worse, and by the time her limo drove through the gate and up the long driveway to our home, I was bounding down the front steps. I wrenched open the car door before the driver could even exit the vehicle and bent so I could reach in and slide an arm around her waist. I dragged her out and lifted her into my arms, stalking inside without a word.

  “Thanks, Pete,” she yelled. Then she smacked my arm as I kicked the door shut and set her down. “That was rude, Xander.”

  “I don’t give a fuck,” I growled as I shoved her skirt up and lifted her so her legs were around my waist, pressing her back into an entry way wall. “I can’t fucking handle much more of this, baby. I don’t want him touching you.” Grinding into her, I yanked the bodice of her dress down, and her tits spilled out. She gasped when I bit one of her hard, pink nipples. Then I kissed my way up the column of her throat and right before I took her lips, I whispered harshly, “If that fucker puts his mouth on you one more time, I’m going to make him disappear, and no one will ever find his body.”

  Using my hips as leverage, both of my hands toyed with Calista’s tits while my tongue plundered her mouth. But, I needed more so I gripped her ass and, never losing the connection of our kiss, I made my way to our bedroom. Once I reached the bed, I unceremoniously tossed her on to it, ripped my shirt over my head, and crawled over her on my hands and knees, caging her in.

  Her fingers traced my tattoos, and she flicked each nipple ring. It was hot as fuck. I ran my hand through the valley between her breasts, over her stomach, and down to cup her pussy. “This is mine,” I growled, dipping a finger under her panties and inside her before groaning. “So wet.”

  My patience was in short supply, and I wanted to see all of her, so I took hold of her dress where it was bunched under her tits and wrenched it hard. I only meant to pull it off but it tore right down the middle, allowing me to part the fabric and leave her naked but for her tiny black thong. I scrambled down to settle between her legs.

  “Xander!” Calista gasped. “That was ex—oh, fuck!” She broke off with a cry of pleasure as I ripped her thong away and latched my lips onto her tight, swollen little clit.

  I worked her through a fast, explosive orgasm, lapping at all of the juice rushing into my mouth as she came. “Mine,” I grunted, barely aware that I’d reverted to a full-on Neanderthal.

  Quickly, I flipped her over and tugged her up onto her hands and knees. With one hand on her throat and another cupping one breast, I straightened her so her back was against my chest. A lick around the shell of her ear made her shudder, and I bit the lobe lightly before asking, “Who do you belong to, baby?”

  “I’m yours, Xander,” she whimpered as she squirmed and arched her tit further into my palm.

  “Damn fucking straight you’re mine.”

  Pushing her gently back down, I practically ripped open my jeans to release my throbbing cock. The pale globes of her ass were almost glowing in the moonlight streaming in from the skylight above us. I was riveted to the sight as I gripped her hips and slammed inside her, bottoming out in one thrust. Calista cried out my name and her muscles immediately clamped down on my shaft.

  “Tell me again,” I demanded. She didn’t answer right away and my hand rose and came down hard on one white cheek, leaving a pretty, pink handprint on the blank canvas. Calista sucked in a breath, and I waited to gauge her reaction. A shiver wracked her body, and I spanked her other cheek to see if it elicited the same response. This time, she also whimpered, the sound thick with passion. “Tell me, Calista.”

  “I’m yours,” she panted.

  Leaning over her, I palmed her tits and began to move, thrusting in and out. I twisted and plucked at her nipples, knowing how it drove her wild, but soon, the pace wasn’t enough and I had to let them go. I straightened up on my knees and clasped her hips firmly in my hands, holding her still so I could begin to speed up, going faster and harder until I was pounding into her with wild strokes. Lifting one leg, I braced myself on the sole of my foot to change the angle, hitting the perfect spot inside her. Her cries had turned to screams, and I slapped her ass once more, loving the sound of her calling out my name.

  “Mine,” I shouted as my balls drew up, my cock swelling to its breaking point. “Fuck, baby! Fuck!”

  Gliding a hand from her hip down to the front of her pussy, I slammed in hard just as I pinched the sensitive nub between her legs. She screamed long and loud, before chanting my name and it threw me right over the edge with her.

  When our orgasms calmed to aftershocks, I collapsed on her, staying buried deep, but careful to keep my weight from crushing her. I nipped at her neck and whispered, “Mine.”

  “Ms. Lewis,” chirped the small, yellow-haired pixie in a white lab coat. “How are you today?” The embroidered pocket read, Dr. Lennon, but I had my doubts that she wasn’t a child pretending to be a grown-up. My eyes narrowed, and I opened my mouth but shut it when I felt a hard pinch on my thigh. I glanced incredulously at Calista, who was sitting on the exam table beside me.

  “Did you
just pinch me?” I asked quietly.

  “I saw the look on your face, and you were about to say something rude,” she snapped, her voice equally low. “Don’t you think I did my homework, Xander? She looks young because she was only twenty when she graduated from medical school. As valedictorian, I might add. She’s fucking brilliant, and I was lucky enough to have the connections to become a patient of hers. Now, go against all of your macho instincts and sit there quietly like a good boy. If you do, I’ll give you a treat later.” Her voice was smug at the end.

  I leaned in close and bit her lobe, causing a tiny gasp. “You’re just begging for a spanking, baby. And, you better be prepared to pay up on that treat. I suggest you start picturing my cock as your favorite sucking candy.” Calista pressed her lips into a straight line, but her dark eyes twinkled with humor and lust.

  “Okay, Ms. Lewis, I have a preliminary result from your urine test, but we’ll take some blood to confirm and call you with the results in a few hours.” She smiled brightly at her, and then her blue eyes focused on me. “Are you okay with your boyfriend being in here while we discuss your results?”

  “Fiancé.” Uh, it just sort of slipped out.

  “Yes, he can—wait, what?” Calista sputtered at the same time. “Fiancé?”

  Dr. Lennon glanced back and forth between us for a second, then settled on me. “You’re the father, I presume?”

  “Father?” I shot to my feet and swept Calista up into my arms, hugging her tightly. “I fucking knew my boys would get the job done.”

  Calista laughed, with a slightly hysterical edge, and poked me in the shoulder. “Put me down, you lunatic.” I ignored her and plopped my ass down on the exam table, keeping her in my lap. I was going to be a fucking daddy.

  Chapter 9

  “Thanks for calling to give me the results.” My voice came out soft and shaky, the complete opposite of how I usually spoke. My normal confidence had been replaced by nerves that just wouldn’t quit. When I made the decision to move to Atlanta, I knew my life was going to change—I just hadn’t been prepared for quite how much it did. Even with all of Xander’s talk about getting me pregnant over the last couple weeks, I hadn’t expected it to actually happen. Not even after the urine test came back positive. But there was no doubting it anymore; I was pregnant with Xander’s baby.

  “Us,” my baby daddy—holy shit, there was a phrase I never expected to be able to use—corrected as I disconnected from the call.

  “Hmm?” I asked dazedly, sinking onto the plush cushions of the couch when my knees felt like they were going to give out. It was a new one that had turned up in the living room the day after I moved into Xander’s house. I’d complained about his furniture choices since everything was black leather and chrome. The next thing I knew, it was all hauled away and replaced with new furnishings that worked well with all my stuff.

  I still had no idea how he’d known what my things looked like since the truck didn’t arrive until a few days after the new furniture he’d ordered. He’d refused to tell me when I’d asked, offering me a mysterious smile instead. Whatever stunt he’d pulled, it worked out well for me because I loved the new stuff he bought. But it did make me wonder what else he had up his sleeve.

  “You told the doctor’s office thank you for calling to give you the results—but you should have said us instead because I’m in this as much as you are.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Umm, no. I’m the one who’s going to gain all the weight, get poked and prodded at all the doctor’s appointments, and will go through labor and delivery.”

  “But I’ll be with you every step of the way.” He dropped down to his knees in front of me and pressed a gentle kiss to my belly. “With the way you’re talking, I’m assuming it’s official? The blood test was positive, too?”

  “Yeah.” I smiled softly at him. It was hard to stay irritated with him when he was being so damn sweet. Or at least it was when I was pumped full of pregnancy hormones. The next eight and a half months were bound to be interesting.

  “Fuck yeah!” he whooped, jumping to his feet and lifting me off the couch and into the air.

  “Shit,” I hissed, feeling lightheaded as he twirled me around.

  “What?” he set me on my feet gently, his dark eyes filled with concern. “What is it?”

  I plopped back onto the couch and tucked my head between my knees to make the room stop spinning. “No more picking me up like that.”

  “Fuck, baby,” he sighed, rubbing my back in soft circles. “I’m sorry. I was so excited; I didn’t even think. I promise I’ll be more careful with you and our little dude from now on.”

  “Little dude?” I groaned. “Please tell me you’re not going to be one of those guys who wants a son to carry on his father’s name but hasn’t even considered that he might have a daughter instead.”

  “Of course I’ve thought about having a daughter with you,” he assured me. “A little girl with eyes so dark they almost look black at times. But then I also thought about what would happen when she grew up, and boys came around. Unless you want to see me carted off to jail for killing the first boy who breaks her heart, you’d better have a baby boy instead. Carrying on my name is only one of the advantages to having a boy, being around for our children’s whole lives is what it’s really all about.”

  “Your name,” I whispered to myself. “Whole lives.”

  It finally struck me, exactly why he’d called himself my fiancé back at the doctor’s office. I’d been too distracted by her announcement of the urine test results to put too much thought into it at that moment, but Xander seemed damn confident that I was going to marry him, give him more babies and spend the rest of my life with him. He talked about it like it was a foregone conclusion, but if he knew me better he might realize it wasn’t what he wanted—even if it was a little too late to be thinking like that since I was already pregnant. Having a former CIA operative who’d done the things I had in the line of duty as his baby momma was a fuck of a lot different than having her for his wife and the mother of all his children. If I were a better woman, I would have come clean to him about the things which wouldn’t get me arrested for sharing. But I hadn’t been able to bring myself to do it, yet.

  “Of course he’ll have my name. So will you.”

  I cautiously raised my head and looked down at my hand to make sure he hadn’t slipped an engagement ring onto my finger while I was napping. With as sneaky as he’d been about redecorating this place, I wouldn’t have been too surprised. But there wasn’t anything different to see, which meant he’d skipped a step. I lifted my hand up and wagged my fingers at him. “I think you forgot something—like a ring and a question I haven’t answered yet.”

  “If you’re feeling good enough to be sassy with me, then I guess you’re up to a quick trip to the office.”

  “What kind of an answer is that?” I grumbled to myself as he gripped my hand and pulled me off the couch.

  “The only kind you’re getting for now.” He led me through the kitchen and out to the garage.

  “If I weren’t pregnant, I’d kick your bossy ass.”

  “I do love when you call me boss, in whatever form you use.” He helped me get settled into the passenger seat of his car. “But if you weren’t pregnant, I’d let you try.”

  “I wouldn’t be trying; I’d be doing.”

  “You hold onto that thought for the next ten or so months, and then you can challenge me as much as you want,” he chuckled. “At least until I knock you up again.”

  “You’re a cocky son of a bitch. I’ll give you that.”

  “You’ve got that backwards, baby. I’m giving you my cock.”

  Startled laughter burst past my lips, and I shook my head at his antics. He was impossible, even more so now that he knew I was pregnant. I should have expected what he did when we walked into the Gray Security offices, but the pregnancy news had me off my usual stride.

  “I need everybody out here!” he boo
med as we walked through the glass doors. Poor Jessa almost fell out of her chair in surprise, while her grandmother merely laughed. Margaret had been back for about a week, but her efforts to train her granddaughter had been useless so far because Jessa was too intimidated by the guys to relax enough to learn what needed to be done.

  About a half dozen people flowed out of offices and the gym to wander in our direction with questioning looks on their faces. Once they were all standing in front of us, Xander flung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side.

  “I know the gossip mill has been running full force since Calista started here. I haven’t put a stop to it”—he gave me a tight squeeze as he looked at me apologetically—“because I didn’t give a damn who knew about us. Calista wanted you all to judge her for her abilities and not her connection to me, but I think she’s more than proven herself around here. Even if she hadn’t, it would be tough shit because the news we received today means her role here is changing effective immediately.”

  “Oh, shit,” I mumbled, knowing exactly where he was going with this. It wasn’t a sky writer, but it sure as hell was just about as effective as one when it came to spreading the word about us.

  “Changing how?” Chad, a guy who’d made it clear he thought I wasn’t qualified to provide personal protection to Ewan, asked. I hadn’t bothered Xander about it because it was my battle to fight, but I had a feeling that was going to change with this announcement.

  “Calista is pregnant. With my baby,” he added as if it wasn’t already obvious to everyone in the room. “And she’s going to take a backseat on cases from now on, lending her expertise in other ways.”

  “What other ways?” Chad’s gaze darted between the two of us as he realized the shit he’d pulled with me might have put his job at risk, but that didn’t stop him from speaking up.

 

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