Keep My Baby Safe

by Bella Grant

  He scowled down at the box as he read it. “Says you have to wait until you’ve missed your period.”

  “Yes, I know that,” she barked. “I read the box. It was stupid to buy it.”

  Tony looked at her. Her hands were on her hips, and she looked miserably angry and hopelessly beautiful with her scowl and her wet hair and nothing on but a towel. She might be carrying my child, he thought with wonder. He looked down at the box again and understood that the little stick inside could change his entire life. More importantly, it could change how he dealt with their current predicament.

  He looked into her eyes as he moved closer to her. He didn’t take her in his arms because he hadn’t showered, but he desperately wanted to. “Grace, I think you should take it.”

  Her eyes popped, and she looked down at the box in his hand as if it were a live snake. “Tony, it wouldn’t be accurate. What if it says I am but we get home and I’m not? Or that I’m not but I really am? I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

  Decision made, he said, “Regardless of what this test says, you will live through this. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you out. If you’re pregnant with my child, nothing will hurt you. If you’re not, still nothing will hurt you. I pledge my life to you, and to the possibility of our child.”

  Tony’s intense reply struck her heart, which opened to the possibility of loving this man. He wasn’t afraid of her being pregnant; he was afraid she wouldn’t live to carry their child. A tear slipped down her cheek, then another, as he gazed into her eyes. She didn’t know if he loved her, but he cared enough to make sure she lived to take care of their possible baby. Even if he didn’t.

  “Tony, I don’t know what to say,” she sniffled, staring at him.

  He held the box out to her with a small smile. “Take the test and let’s see what it says. All other decisions will be made after that.”

  She grasped the box and said, “You shower. I’ll take it while you’re in there, and by the time you’re done, we’ll have our answer.” She held up a hand to remind him, “Just don’t forget that this might not be accurate.”

  “Either way, Grace, you’ll live,” he said again, his intensity magnified by the look in his eyes.

  “You too, Tony.”

  He nodded, but she knew he would throw himself to his death if it meant her survival, and she was afraid. She wanted to hug him, kiss him, make love to him, but she pushed him to the bathroom for his shower. Once he was in the stall, showering off the dirt of travel, she sat on the toilet and took the test, setting it on the counter on top of some toilet paper to wait. She checked the box for instructions. Plus sign is pregnant, minus sign is not pregnant.

  Grace stared at his silhouette in the shower, his impressive muscular build, his larger than average cock hanging between his legs. A powerful lust overtook her as she watched him wash his body, and a longing to help wash him became an insistent need. She rose and closed the bathroom door, which didn’t have a lock. She was willing to take the chance. Leaving the test on the counter to look at later, she dropped her towel and opened the shower door.

  Tony turned to look at her, his eyebrows lifted in question. When his eyes met her lustful ones, saw her naked body, he knew her intent and stepped aside so she could climb in. He wrapped her in his arms as she stepped into the spray of water, and when his lips touched hers, the kiss was loving, not rushed by lust as their kisses had been before. He kissed her like they were dancing, slowly, allowing his tongue to taste her as she tasted him.

  Grace ran her hands over his body, exploring it as she hadn’t the other two times they’d had sex. Every peak and valley was known to her as she touched the small of his back, the crevices that were his abs, and the mightiness of his cock. As she stroked it, using the water as lube, he let his head fall back against the wall of the shower stall. Grace lifted on her toes and ran her tongue along his jaw, down his throat, and to each of his nipples, seducing him as she stroked his cock into full hardness. He mumbled words she couldn’t understand, and when he pushed against the wall, knelt, and lifted her one leg to his shoulder, she understood his meaning.

  His mouth attacked her pussy, sucking her clit gently, then roughly, changing the pattern until he found the one that made her moan the loudest. His tongue was as talented as his thumb had been the night before, and as he dashed his tongue against her clit, he inserted two fingers into her opening, thrusting upward in moderate strokes.

  Her hips, of their own accord, thrust forward against his mouth as she placed her hand on his shoulder to hold herself up. As she moved faster, his fingers thrust inside her harder and his tongue flicked across her clit with a speed she was amazed by. He hummed against her as he closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. The vibrations combined with the sucking was nearly her undoing, and her head tossed from side to side against the shower wall as she felt her climax reaching for its peak.

  As her moans grew louder, Tony thrust harder and crooked his fingers, hitting her G-spot. Three strokes in and she was primed. Her orgasm grabbed her body and mind and shuddered through her so hard she had to let her leg fall from his shoulder as he leaned back to look up at her. She bent over him as the strength of the orgasm overwhelmed her, resting her forehead on top of his head. He lifted his head and took her mouth in a deep kiss that increased her need for him.

  “Oh, fuck, Tony,” she murmured as she shoved him so his butt landed on the tiles. “I need to fuck you now.”

  He adjusted his body so she could straddle him, and the water sluiced over their bodies as she lowered herself to take him into her. Uncomfortable in this position, she rose and turned around, settling on his lap with her back against his chest. Her legs were closed, his wide, and she felt him maneuvering his cock into her, and once it was inside, she began to move. He wrapped his arms around her and put one hand on each tit, massaging the nipples as she reached down and played with her clit.

  The water beating on her skin, his fingers kneading her breasts, his cock buried deep inside her…all the sensations rocked her. Her need for him increased tenfold, and her movements became frantic. She lifted up and slammed down on him, feeling his cock rubbing every inch of her pussy. She put her hands on his knees and used his strength for leverage as she fucked him hard in this altered reverse cowgirl position.

  He grunted as her ass hit his stomach, but he thrust upward as best as he could, growling, “Come for me, baby. Come all over that cock.”

  His dirty talk turned her on even more, and she moved quickly, reaching for her pleasure as she forced him to take his from her. “Fuck that pussy, Tony! Fuck me hard!”

  Rather than fuck her harder as she’d asked, he lifted her to a standing position, quickly scrambled to his feet, and bent her over, placing her hands on the wall. He put his mouth close to her ear and said, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming.”

  “Yes! Yes!” she answered, tensing her arm muscles so she could push back against him. “I want that cock inside me now.”

  He slammed into her pussy, nearly pushing her face to the wall, but she’d been prepared for the hard thrust. Her arms held her in position as he pounded into her. Grace screamed as another orgasm grabbed her and held on, scorching pleasure centered in her pussy and exploding outward through her entire body.

  “You like that?” he asked, his voice sexy in its growling tenseness.

  “Fuck yeah! Give me more,” she cried, and he answered by pulling out, turning her, and lifting her, placing her back against the wall.

  “I want to see your face when you come for me,” he whispered against her lips. “I want to taste your screaming pleasure.”

  So aroused her brain was melting out her ears, she forced her eyes to remain open as he fucked her, holding her tightly against the wall as her legs clamped around his waist. Their bodies made loud smacking noises as they came together again and again, and Grace was nearly begging him to fuck her even harder.

  The water on their bodies was cooling,
but their heat kept them warm. He fucked her hard, and she kissed him hard. When she felt her third orgasm approaching, she cried, “Oh God, I’m gonna come!”

  “Me too!” he replied in a groan, and together, they cried out their ecstasy, nonsensical noises in the language of pleasure. As their euphoria subsided slowly, he laid his head on her shoulder, and she put her hands on his head to hold him to her.

  He remained inside her, holding her against the wall, for several moments. When he lifted his head from her shoulder, he smiled into her eyes. Grace felt words pushing against the back of her teeth, her tongue longing to say speak her feelings. Instead, she let her eyes tell him, as his eyes were telling her, that this was special, not sex due to circumstances. This was more.

  Tony stepped back, still holding her, and set her gently on the floor. He touched her cheek with one hand, brushing his thumb down her face to run across her lips. A sweet kiss followed, and her feelings for him were set in stone. She was falling for him.

  The water was getting cold, so he reached around her and turned it off. Smiling, he grabbed a fresh towel and began to dry her. His goosebumps told her he was chilled, so she escaped his ministrations with a small giggle and handed him a towel.

  “You can’t protect me if you get sick from standing in cold water,” she told him with a little nip of his lower lip.

  Tony grinned at her. “Cold water is nothing.”

  “Yeah, okay,” she teased, rolling her eyes, which landed on the test waiting patiently on the counter. She looked back at him, but his gaze had followed hers and remained on the test. “Remember, it could be wrong either way.”

  He looked at her seriously and asked, “What does your gut tell you?”

  Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  “Your gut,” he said again. “I’ve heard women just know when they’re pregnant. So what’s your gut say?”

  Grace frowned as she listened to her body. “I don’t think I have that instinct, but the minute I thought about it earlier today, it kinda felt right.”

  “All right,” he said matter-of-factly. “Let’s look.”

  “Plus sign means pregnant, minus sign means not pregnant,” she informed him, and he nodded. He took her hand, and they walked to the counter together and looked down simultaneously at a pink plus sign. Grace’s gut said something now: panic. “Oh shit.”

  “Oh shit is right,” Tony said, and the tone of his voice made her lift her eyes to his grinning face.

  Her eyebrows in her hairline, she exclaimed, “You’re happy?”

  “Well, I don’t like the situation, but a baby, Grace,” he whispered, emotion clouding his voice so unexpectedly she stared. “What do you think?”

  “I have no idea yet,” she answered truthfully. “But I do know one thing. You better get us out of this.”

  His expression hardened as his brain clearly began to work furiously. “I will, Grace. You will live.”

  Chapter 14

  Grace cuddled closer to Tony, waking up slowly from the nap they’d decided to take. She’d made a great joke about not being exhausted before they died and had laughed almost manically. He had looked at her strangely and asked her if she was okay, which had caused a torrent of tears to erupt that would last for several minutes. Sobbing hysterically, she had fallen to her knees and let the emotional roller coaster that had been her life for the past week win the battle she’d been fighting. Tony had stared at her for a moment, then knelt beside her and held her, rocking her as she wailed.

  After the sobs had subsided, he had lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing and laid her on the bed. He’d crawled in beside her and pulled her against him. He held her until she fell asleep, and when her eyes opened, hours had passed. She rolled over and looked at his watch, which he never took off, and realized they had twenty minutes before they would be called for dinner.

  “Tony,” she whispered, shaking him gently. “We have to get up. It’s almost time for dinner.” He groaned and rolled over, stretching and making a noise reminiscent of an elephant trumpeting his success. Grace laughed and pulled away quickly, holding her ears. “Jesus, you’re loud.”

  “Sorry. My muscles have to be stretched after a good sleep,” he said with a smile as his eyes raked across her bare breasts. “Those are a beautiful sight to wake up to.”

  Grace glanced down at herself. “They are kind of nice, huh?” She met his eyes and smiled, winking, her earlier breakdown a thing of the past. Sleep had dulled the panic, for the moment.

  “Confidence. I like it,” Tony joked as he pushed himself out of the bed to dress. “We should be dressed before they come up to get us.”

  She frowned, wishing they were in a luxurious resort and she’d look outside and see the ocean. Instead, reality punched her in the gut. She rested her hand briefly on her stomach, which gurgled hungrily. Tony caught the movement and sat down again, laying his hand gently on her belly.

  “Don’t worry, Grace. We’ll find some way to get out of this shit,” he promised. “And if you want, I’d love to date you while you’re possibly pregnant with my baby.”

  She giggled like a teenager and kissed him. “You keep making me laugh in this horror. Of course I’ll date you.”

  He smirked. “Get your cute ass up and put some clothes on it.”

  She hopped up and found the dress chosen for her, which he had left lying on the back of a chair. She held it up and stared at it, appalled. “This isn’t going to fit!”

  He looked around as he pulled the pants on, struggling to get the tight pants buttoned. “What? It looks like your size.” She grimaced, and he said, “My clothes are tight too.”

  Grace scoffed loudly as she pulled it off the hanger and tried to find the tag. “It’s actually a size too small. It’ll be tight as shit.” She looked around and asked, “Did you say there are undergarments?”

  “Um, there are for me. For you, there’s this.” He held up a tiny, lacy thong, trying not to smirk at her.

  She yanked it out of his hand. “Jesus! I might as well have nothing on!”

  “Well, as much as I like that idea, I doubt it’s for my benefit,” he groused, deep frown lines on his face taking the place of the smirk.

  Grace cleared her throat, her face hardened in a sneer. “Son of a bitch. This is ridiculous.” She jerked the scrap of cloth up her legs. “I never wear thongs!”

  “You should,” Tony jeered, staring at her ass. “I like it.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him staring smugly. “When we get back, we’ll go panty shopping. Is there a bra?” Tony shook his head, shrugging. “Fuck. Okay then, for now, I’m going to bitch about this.”

  The dress was so tight she felt like a prostitute. It barely reached the middle of her thighs, and because she was braless, she felt like her breasts were going to leap out and attack anyone who stood too close. She wasn’t a buxom woman by any means, but she certainly wasn’t lacking. She tossed her hands out to her sides as she stared at herself in the mirror.

  “I look like a hooker!” she cried, horrified by her reflection.

  “I’m sorry,” Tony said, his eyes traveling her body. “But damn, I hope you get to take that dress home.”

  “If not, we’ll buy one when we go panty shopping,” she hissed furiously. “I can’t believe this.”

  A knock sounded at the door before it was unlocked and opened. Two different men stood on the threshold, waiting for them.

  “No shoes?” she asked Tony quietly while they waited.

  “Not for either of us, and they took ours when we were in the bathroom,” he whispered as they left the room. “A further hindrance to our escape.”

  “Shit.” She clasped his hand as they were led to a dining room the size of a school cafeteria. The table could seat at least ten people, though only three places were set. Guapo was seated at the head of the table, and the places set were on either side of him, meaning she wouldn’t be sitting next to Tony. Rather than accommodate the
ir captor’s wishes, she sat on Tony’s left, a small display of defiance, as far from Guapo as she could.

  The man raised an eyebrow at the slight but said nothing. He gestured to a servant, who moved the place setting to Grace’s chosen spot. She wanted to think she’d won a minor battle, but she knew better.

  “Good evening,” Guapo said after the servant had moved away. “Have a good afternoon?”

  “Better than expected,” Tony answered, taking the lead.

  Grace was content to sit without speaking, but their captor included her in the conversation. “Ms. McIntyre, you look lovely.”

  “I look like a whore,” she stated baldly, staring at him. “Shoes would have been nice.”

  Guapo laughed uproariously, shaking his head. “You are a treat, bonita. Are you hungry?”

  “Very,” Tony replied for her.

  Guapo’s eyes shifted to him, and he smiled. “We’ll eat and discuss your fate.” He clapped his hands, and three servers entered from a door at the back of the room bearing trays with plates piled high with food. Each person had his or her own server, who placed drinks, cutlery, and two plates of food in front of them. Grace’s stomach growled loudly, but she didn’t touch her food or drink until Tony did, unsure if it was safe. She didn’t want to be drugged again.

  As they ate, Guapo spoke. “Your escape from Tomas de Velazquez has circulated throughout Mexico.”

  Grace was surprised, but Tony didn’t seem fazed and continued eating after grunting a response. Grace asked, “Why?”

  “No one ever has,” Guapo stated, using his fork to point at her plate. “Do you like your meal?”

  She glanced down at the food—chicken with a sauce and melted cheese, steamed veggies, and flavored rice. Using the knife, she sliced off a piece of chicken and placed it in her mouth. Around the food and with intentional bad manners, she mumbled, “It’s very good.”