by Sam Crescent
“This is your home as well, Jennifer. We’re in this together.” Patrick kissed her lips deeply before disappearing out of the kitchen and down the hall.
“Hello,” she said.
“Have you seen the news? The press is having a field day with this story.” Linda spoke over the phone.
“We’ve seen the paper, and his phone is ringing. He’s a popular guy.”
“You’ve not been mentioned yet. I imagine it won’t take them long to put two and two together.”
Jennifer listened to her friend babble on about the news and what they were saying.
“How was your first night together?” she asked.
Glancing over her shoulder to see if he was listening, Jennifer walked toward the door at the back of the kitchen.
“It was amazing. He went shopping after he found out about the baby, Linda. That has got to mean something, right?”
“He’s smitten, honey. He looks it on these clips on the news. I missed you last night. Waking up in this place is not the same without you.”
“It was strange being here.”
They spoke for several more minutes, and when she hung up, Patrick walked through.
“You don’t look happy.”
“I’ve been asked to make a statement to the press. I thought we could announce our engagement to the press later this afternoon,” he said.
“Engagement? Patrick, we’re living together. That is not an engagement.”
“Dad thinks this will go better if we’re engaged rather than living together.”
She put her empty bowl in the sink and stared at him. Putting her hands on her hips she tried to think of a reasonable argument.
“This is how it’s going to go? We’re going to be controlled by them no matter what?”
He took a step forward. “We’re not being controlled.”
“No? Then why are we making a statement? Can’t we just continue on as if this never happened?” She pointed at the offending paper and then back at him.
“Our lives don’t work that way, Jennifer. You know this.”
Shaking her head, she backed away from him. “I need to get some air.” She opened the door leading out into the garden. Jennifer heard his footsteps as he followed her. She continued on until she stood inside the gazebo. This was where they’d first kissed.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
She turned and stared back at the house. “I never expected anything that night. We were talking, and then you were kissing me.”
“One thing led to another, and we’re standing here waiting for whatever to happen next. I get it, Jennifer.”
“You don’t get it. If you got it, you wouldn’t be trying to announce to the world we’re engaged. We’re not engaged.”
“I know.”
“How do you know? I don’t get it, Patrick. We agreed we’d give this a try. Announcing an engagement that may never happen is a little extreme.”
He stood in front of her, one of his hands banding around her waist as the other cupped her cheek.
“Stop talking,” he said. His lips brushed across her making her close her eyes. “Everything I’m suggesting is for you. The engagement is to protect you. I’ve not long come out of a court battle about paternity of a child, Jennifer. I would hate for others to think that’s how I feel about you.”
Licking her lips, she stared at him. Her heart jumped inside her chest at his closeness.
“I can’t think when you do that,” she said.
“When I do what?” he asked, pressing closer to her.
“You know what.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body flush against his. “We can announce an engagement if you want to. I’d hate for you to feel forced into anything.”
He brushed the hair off her shoulder. “What’s your favourite colour?” he asked.
“What?”
“Mine’s blue. What’s your favourite colour?”
“Purple. What music do you like?” He leaned closer as she asked her question.
“Jazz music. You?”
“I don’t have a favourite.”
Patrick pulled her away from the edge of the gazebo. He started to slowly move with her in his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re having our first dance away from prying eyes and the constant questions.”
She rested her head against his chest relishing the feel of his hands around her. “There’s no music.”
“We have birds chirping away, and the water falling over there is enough music to dance to.”
“Is your favourite ice cream chocolate?” he asked. His chin rested on top of her hair.
“No. I like strawberry. Yours?”
“Vanilla. See, we’re getting to know each other. How do you take your coffee?”
She smiled. “I used to take it with milk and no sugar. Now, I can’t stand the stuff.”
“I like mine black with three sugars.”
“You’ve got a sweet tooth?”
“You should know. There is nothing sweeter to taste than you.”
She felt the blush fill her entire body at his words. “You’ve got a smart mouth.”
“I know how to use mine.”
“So do I,” she said. She heard him gasp, which made her feel powerful.
****
Patrick loved the feel of her in his arms. He never wanted to let her go. Her head rested on his chest, and he stared down at her. With her eyes closed she looked peaceful. He hadn’t been lying about the engagement. Everything he did was intended to make her time go easy. Last night while she’d been sleeping he’d ordered some books on childbirth and pregnancy. He wanted to help her any way he could.
The thought of being a father filled him with so much pride. Out of all the women who’d entered and exited his life, Jennifer had been the only one he’d remembered. Her expressive, kind eyes drew him in. Most women looked at him and saw his money, his bank balance, rather than the man beneath the surface.
Jennifer saw beyond the fake persona he portrayed to the rest of the world. That night at the party, he’d seen it inside her the moment she turned to face him.
“What are you thinking?” Jennifer asked.
“I’m thinking about you and what happened here on the night we first met. That was the night we first met?”
She laughed. “Yes. We’d never crossed paths before then.”
He hadn’t thought so.
“We’ll get through this, Jennifer.”
“I’ve no doubt.”
Holding onto her tightly, he danced with her close. Running his hands down her back he felt his need for her start to grow in his cock. Whenever she was near he always wanted her. His pants tightened over his thickening shaft.
He became aware of her breasts against his chest and her soft womanly curves next to him. Patrick felt the arousal inside him begin to intensify. She rubbed her body against his, and a moan escaped her lips.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“You can feel what you do to me, Jennifer.”
She stared up the length of his body. Taking her hand within his, he pressed her palm over his crotch.
“I want to fuck you.”
“We’ve never made it to a bed, Patrick. Last night we fell asleep. What if we’re only compatible because we’ve never been in a bed?” she asked.
He needed to get her to a flat surface and soon. His need for her refused to go away. Every time he was near her, his body went into full fuck alert. Patrick rubbed his cock against her palm.
“A bed is easily sorted. This,” he pressed his cock to her hand, “is not, Jennifer. I need you, baby.”
“I need you, too.” Her hand went from being stiff against him to touching his and caressing his dick.
Taking her by the hand he led the way back inside the house. Patrick took her up the stairs and through to his bedroom. She went with him willingly. There was no
force or argument. The moment they were inside the bedroom he turned to her.
“Strip,” he said.
“What?”
“I want you naked in my bed. I’ve never felt your naked skin against me.” He pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I want to rectify that problem now. You’re not leaving this bed, Miss Dixon, until I know every inch of your glorious body.”
She began to work her clothes off as he did the same. He pulled her to him the instant she was naked. Her body was a dream. She wasn’t completely showing her pregnancy even though her stomach had a nice, rounded bump. Pressing his palm to her stomach he kissed her deeply.
Her moans echoed off the walls.
“We made this together,” he said. Patrick went to his knees before her and kissed her belly. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh feeling her quiver at his touch. Smiling, he moved his finger over her damp curls. She was already dripping wet.
“I want you,” she said.
“You’re going to have me.”
Patrick moved her backwards until she hit the bed. He opened her thighs and stared at her creamy cunt. Her juice was leaking out of her wet slit. Without waiting for her to comment he sucked her clit inside his mouth. Her musky scent and taste turned him on.
She cried out when he fucked two fingers inside her wet heat.
“More. Please, more,” she said.
He refused to give her more. Jennifer begged and pleaded with him to give her the orgasm she desired. Patrick wouldn’t be ordered around. He sucked and nibbled her clit until she shook with her need to climax on his bed.
When she was almost at the brink of her release, he pulled back.
“Fucker, stop tormenting me,” she said.
“I’m not tormenting you, baby. I’m giving you what you want.”
Rearing up he covered her body on his bed. His cock leaked his arousal over her thigh. “When you come, you’re going to be wrapped around my cock and screaming for me to fuck you hard.” He pressed the tip to her entrance, grabbed her hips and slammed home. She screamed as he forged his way to the hilt inside her;
Gazing down at her plump breasts Patrick forgot himself.
He saw Jennifer, and he saw his woman. She was meant for him, and he knew no matter what it took, she was going to stay with him for the rest of his life. He waited for her pussy to get used to him before pulling out. Glancing down to where his cock left her pussy he saw her cream coated his shaft.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. I’m going to fuck you until all you can remember is my name.”
“Fuck me, Patrick. Please.”
Patrick moved her thighs over his shoulders and then plunged all the way inside her. The angle made him deeper.
She cried out and pressed back against him.
“More, I need more.”
He gave her everything without holding back. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as he thrust inside her. The pleasure of her cunt squeezing him was too intense. He felt his balls tighten and his cock thicken harder as his need to come intensified.
“I can’t wait.”
Letting go of her waist, he fingered her clit bringing her to climax before he reached his own.
The moment he heard and felt her release, he fucked her hard taking everything she had to offer and giving her more.
Plunging into her heat one final time he growled out his climax. His temple throbbed from the undeniable pleasure. He’d never felt anything like it.
He collapsed on top of her and kissed her tits.
“Wow,” she said.
“Do you really think we’re not compatible?”
She chuckled.
Usually about now he was pulling away and getting ready to leave. Jennifer ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. “I can’t even remember my name. You did promise me that, right?”
“I can promise you anything.”
He looked up into her brown eyes and felt his world shatter. She really was a beautiful woman, homey and yet sexy at the same time.
“Really? What would this anything be?”
Patrick ran his fingers through his hair and then began to circle her nipple with his finger.
“All of your sexual fantasies for one,” he said.
“Sexual fantasies? Do you mean dressing up as a nurse and being taken by the milkman?”
He laughed at her clichéd response. “I was thinking of something a little different.”
“Well, I’m not very good at this. Maybe you need to teach me how to do it properly.” She squeezed his cock, which was still inside her.
“I think you’re a fast learner, Jennifer. I look forward to making your every dream come true.”
He kissed her lips and knew he meant every word he spoke.
Chapter Eight
The days passed quickly, and the press were still trying to find out facts of what was happening. Patrick spent as much time with her as possible. They went away for the weekend to Italy to have some alone time away from the press. He was a playful man, and she loved the way he gave her his attention. He never appeared bored or angry with her. Patrick also demanded that he be present during her doctor appointments. It was too early for an ultrasound, but the next appointment would rectify that problem.
After they were together for a couple of months, Patrick organised a party. Jennifer was shocked when he told her. She’d felt him slowly pulling away from her, and she didn’t understand. He had been the one to organise everything with regards to her moving in.
“A party? With other people inside the home?” she asked.
“Sure. What other kind of parties are there?”
“I thought you hated parties.”
He shrugged his shoulders and gave her the details of what to order from the caterers. “They’re my friends. I have them.”
The party was the first time they’d disagreed on something. On the day of the party Linda came round to help with the details. Patrick had left the day to run some errands. Her friend hugged her the instant she opened the door.
“I’ve missed you,” Linda said.
“I’ve missed you, too. It’s not the same without you.”
“Can I convince you to leave your knight and come live with me?” Linda closed the door. Her suggestion suddenly sounded ideal to Jennifer. “What’s the matter? Is there trouble in paradise?”
“What? Oh, no, no trouble at all.” She lied. Jennifer walked her friend up the stairs to the guest bedroom. “You’re staying over, right?”
“Jen, what’s going on?” Linda asked.
Jennifer sat down on the bed she’d made up for her friend. “I don’t know. Everything was going great. He is great, and I really like him.”
“But?” Linda sat next to her.
“Does there have to be a but?”
“You’ve listed a few reasons why everything should be working. What has suddenly happened to make you feel it’s not?”
She sighed staring around the plain room. “It’s stupid.”
“Jen, you’re pregnant. Tell me what’s going on?”
She paused for a few minutes to try to collect her thoughts. “It’s this stupid party. He never consulted me, and now he’s acting weird as if I’m some kind of hindrance or something. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the hormones? I never asked him to be with me and the baby.”
Linda ran her hand down her hair. “I’m always here for you, Jen. Nothing will ever stop that, okay.”
“I know. I’m pleased you’re here with me. I don’t think I could handle this party on my own.” They sat on the bed talking for several more minutes before Linda put away the few items of clothing she brought with her.
“I want to show you the nursery.” Jennifer took her hand and led her down to where the nursery was. “I’ve been working on it when Patrick has been out or in the garden.” She opened the door. “What do you think?”
“Wow, Jen. This place is beautiful. You’ve really done wonders with
it.”
“Patrick knew I was painting the room. I aired it out while I was decorating, and I wore one of those masks they advise for mothers to wear. The yellow is lovely. I figured when we know I can change it or keep it. I’ve got furniture arriving in the next few days.”
“You’re really excited?” Linda asked.
“Yeah. I’m going to be a mother. I’m scared but excited.”
Once they were done in the nursery Jennifer took her down stairs, and they began arranging the house for a party.
“Patrick gave me a rundown of what he wanted.”
“Who is coming to this party?” Linda asked.
“His friends. I don’t know who’s coming. We’ve not introduced each other to friends. Besides you, I’ve got no one else to show.”
“I’m here for you, Jen. Always.”
Jennifer accepted the comfort her friend offered. Her nerves were completely shot. There was a difference in Patrick. It was a subtle difference but one she noticed. He was starting to look trapped, and he’d begun to withdraw from her emotionally.
He returned home later that afternoon. She noticed he didn’t look at her or Linda. He glanced around the room, nodded his head, and moved on.
“You’re right. He’s acting differently. I wonder what crawled up his ass,” Linda said.
Jennifer stayed out of his way. When the doorbell rang she was with Linda in the spare room getting ready. Her bump was noticeable in many of the dresses he’d bought her. Jennifer decided to wear a dress that moulded to her breasts and flared out. There would be no noticeable stomach bump.
“I don’t know why you’re trying to hide it, Jen. You’re pregnant and glowing. Embrace what you’ve got.”
Linda finished putting her hair up. For a second Jennifer could pretend they were girls again preparing for the prom.
“Is there any prospective man in your life?” she asked.
“Nope, I’m more interested in my friend’s love life. She’s got one, and I live through her.”
The sound of laughter echoed up the stairs. Jennifer fisted her hands to try to stop them from shaking.
“Why are you nervous?”
“I hate parties. I hate everything to do with them. Why did he have to throw a party?”