“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, but maybe it’s put everything into prospective for you. Now you can believe what I keep telling you, that none of it was your fault. You are a good son and brother.” I kiss his neck before tapping his shoulder. “Now I think we need to get out of here.”
“Thank you. I know life with me can get a little crazy, but I promise I will always love you as fiercely as I did from the first day you doused me with your coffee.”
We get out and we wrap each other in the warm towels. “Make love to me, Jax, softly, all night long.”
He lifts me up and carries me into the bedroom, climbing into bed while he kisses me. He slowly enters me and stops. He takes my hand and places it on his heart. “I will love you, with all that I am, for the rest of my life. Nothing will ever change that.” He kisses me and begins to move slowly at first, but then he flips over so I’m on top, our lips never breaking their connection. His hands on my hips, guiding his every move, I can feel him so deep, with each upward thrust. He’s holding back, I know he’s there. “Don’t hold back, I want it all.”
He slows me down and then holds me tightly so I can’t move. He begins to tilt his hips back and forth without pulling out. The sensation as he hits my clitoris is so intense, that my whole body begins to tremble. A tingling wave rushes through me like hot lava. As he flips me over, I clench; it’s his undoing. His release is so powerful. He tells me he loves me over and over again. When I finally find my wits, I open my eyes and he’s smiling. “That was different and intense, are you okay?” He’s twirling my hair and still smiling.
“I’m fantastic, sweetheart, I’m in cock heaven.” He tilts his hips up and he’s ready again.
I can’t help but giggle and his smile gets brighter. “Aimez-moi à nouveau avec tout ce que vous avez.”
“Oh, dirty talk—French. More . . . please.”
“Nothing dirty, Jax, only love. Je espère que nous faisons un bébé ce soir. Je te aime.”
I clench his cock and begin to move faster, driving him crazy. Over and over again, he’s begging for more. He reaches up and rolls my nipples between his fingertips. My body flushes, my release is so strong and so powerful, my heart skips a beat as I call out his name. I collapse onto his chest and try to come back to earth. He’s stroking my back, soothing me. “I hope so, too,” he whispers.
MAX HAS FINALLY FALLEN asleep but it’s not a peaceful one. An told me a little of what happened, but I need to hear it from Max. I wrap my self around him and gently rub his temple, it always seems to help. “I love you so much, and I’m so sorry you have to relive this nightmare. Whatever I have to do to help you, I will.”
Whenever he’s restless he pulls me tightly against him. His fear comes through more when he’s asleep. His eyes open and he pulls me even tighter. “Jackie, oh thank God! I dreamt you were gone.”
“I’m safe, Max, but ease up a little, please.”
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No, tell me what happened yesterday. Bella looked destroyed last night. An said James is a match and he wants to meet Michael. Does this mean that James will be around us?”
“The way the doctor explained it, he does it two different ways. I’m not sure how much time that will take.”
“Max, hold on; let me put your mind at ease here. While you were talking with Bella last night, Mrs. Osla and I did some research. James needs to get injections of Filgrastim to aid in cell reproduction. They are usually given over the course of a few days, but he doesn’t have to get them here, he just has to get them. The actual procedure is anywhere from two to four hours. It’s not a big deal; he’s playing upon everyone’s emotions. He wants to be the white knight coming in to save the day. Well, guess what?—never going to happen. If he insists he wants to meet Michael, then he gets five minutes and that’s it. We are not about to bow down to him.”
“Wow, you never cease to amaze me. So, he doesn’t need to be here until he has to donate.”
“Even the donation can be done elsewhere. Have you thought about what you’re going to do? I would rather you weren’t around him. I know Mrs. Osla said she can’t be anywhere near him.”
He’s quiet for a bit, playing with my braid. He then tells me about the recording.
“Are you sure he knew?”
“Miguel was his cousin. He wanted my dad to turn me into a bad cop. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to, so Miguel was teaching him a lesson.” I’m trying to be strong for him, but I can’t stop my tears.
“How will everyone be able to face him? Michael needs him, but can our family survive this?”
“What choice do we have? I don’t want you, or Mrs. Osla, anywhere near him. I need to know that you’re both safe . . . please.”
“What about me? I don’t want you anywhere near James! But I know you; you’ll do whatever you have to do for Michael. How are you going to be in the same room with him? How the hell is Bella going to do it? Why can’t we all stand strong together?”
“What are you saying?”
“What I’m suggesting is, when Michael has to meet that bastard, we stand together and make a united front. James needs to see that he can’t break us. I hate bullies and we will not be bullied into doing what James wants. We are a strong, loving family and all the DNA means nothing. We did it with love and respect. I’m not running and hiding, none of us are. I’m not letting Michael meet him without all the love and support that child deserves. James might think he has us by the balls, but he doesn’t. We have options.” I grab my bag off the floor and dig around till I find the box I had in there for him.
“I was waiting to give you this for your birthday, but—here—happy birthday.”
He takes the top off and stares into the box. His eyes grow wide and a tear slides down his cheek. I kiss it away. “We always have options, and we always have faith. I love you and we’re in this journey together. I never thought it would happen this quickly, but you know that saying: we make plans and God just laughs, well I think right about now he’s hysterical.”
“This is real? You’re really pregnant?”
“Oh, it’s real all right.” He’s on me in a second, kissing me so deeply. He pulls away and now he’s staring at me.
“How pregnant are you?”
“I was using an app on my phone to track my cycle. I’m only one day late, but you can test up to five days early before a missed period with most home pregnancy tests. I wanted to wait until I was further along before I said anything but, because of everything with Michael, maybe we should discuss it with his doctor. I want to get a blood test done today.” I realize he hasn’t said a word. “Max, are you okay?” Now he has me worried.
“Okay? I’m in shock, Jackie. You’re giving me the gift of life. I’m speechless, and you’re like some kind of warrior princess. You’re amazing.”
“When I took that test, I cried. It’s because of Sammy that I was here to even take the test.”
“I will always be in debt to him. How do you feel? Are you ill at all?”
“Other than tired and my breast are a little sore, I feel fine.”
He gets up and begins pacing. “All right, I can do this. I need to be calm and form a plan. I will talk to Junior’s doctor today. I need to find the top OBGYN. I need to make sure she is getting the proper nutrition. I have to triple up security. I need an armor car. Oh. My. God. Jackie you’re not driving that Lamborghini!”
“Remember what I told you, I’m not a child or a porcelain doll. Pregnant women drive cars all the time. I will be able to make my own doctor appointments and even feed myself—imagine that.”
“Babe, we need to talk. I’m going to be calm here. No bloody way in hell I’m putting you behind the wheel of a powerhouse Lamborghini while you’re pregnant, and you don’t even have a fucking driver’s license! I’ll give you the doctor and the food, but you have got to give me the car.”
“Do I get the car after the baby comes?”
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�Ugh, you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met. You realize this whole car thing happened because you had your knickers around your knees! Fine, after the baby comes, you can have your car.”
I leap out of bed and jump into his arms.
“Oh, for the love of all that’s holy, no leaping and no jumping about.”
“It’s going to be a long pregnancy if you keep acting like this. Now, I think you need to feed me.” I squish his cheeks with my hands, making his lips pucker. I lay a good one on him, making him chuckle.
“What would you like to eat?” he asks when I pull away.
“While I jump . . . I mean, walk into the shower, you can make me a three egg omelet with cheese, tomato, and toast. Please and thank you.”
He smacks my ass and I giggle. It reminds me of that day with the car. “Oh, and don’t tell anyone without me and, by anyone—I mean Jax. I know you two are joined at the hip, and I want to see the look on his face.” I kiss him and race into the bathroom.
The shower is wonderful; four shower heads from every direction. I blast that hot water and climb in. I’m going to be someone’s mom, how exciting?! I wish Rose was here; she made me realize that I’m strong and I can do this. I turn around and find Max behind me, totally naked and leaning against the wall. The sight of him takes my breath away. “I thought you were making me breakfast?”
“It won’t take me too long. I got as far as the kitchen and then I realized you knew the car wasn’t going to be delivered until May. You knew by then you wouldn’t be driving, but you love to get me riled up. Look at you . . . biting that lip . . . trying not to laugh. One smack on that beautiful arse and your face lit up.” I am so busted. I might as well have a little fun.
“Oh, Max, I’ve been a bad girl; whatever will you do about it?”
“Get out, dry off, and meet me in the bedroom.” I watch him leave and I can barely contain my excitement. I grab a towel and head into the bedroom. He’s sitting in the chair, looking unbelievably sexy. His jaw is tight, complimenting the serious look on his face.
“So, you said you’ve been a bad girl. How bad?” His voice is deep and my skin begins to prickle.
“Pretty bad; you might have to discipline me.”
“Drop the towel.”
I follow his command, trying to contain my excitement. I’m standing before him, totally naked. He’s waiting and watching me. He knows what he’s doing to me. His eyes never leaving mine—intense. “Over my knee—now!” I know how much he likes it when I seem submissive to him. I hesitate and bite my lip. He cocks his head to the side, eyes still locked on mine. “Jackie, don’t make this harder on yourself. I won’t ask you again.”
Holy hell, I’m so turned on right now, I think I might combust before he even starts. I slowly drape myself over his knee. He moans as our bodies make contact, the sound vibrates to my core. He begins gently stroking each of my butt cheeks with only his fingertips. The gentleness and the anticipation is driving me crazy and he knows it. Finally, he gives quick alternating smacks, first right and then left. When he reaches six, he stops and kisses each cheek. I can feel his lips on my skin and it sends chills through me. I want more, so I begin to wiggle. I can feel his cock pulse against me and I know he wants more, too. He trails his fingers across the top of my legs, and then, spreads them slightly. I take a deep breath and wait, I know what he’s going to do, what I want him to do, but the anticipation is the build up. “Ah!” He quickly swipes my clitoris and then begins spanking me again. I lose it. The buildup is so intense. I want to feel him deep inside of me, but my body has other intentions. I’m coming and it’s not a gentle wave, it’s a heart-stopping explosion. In one quick move he’s out of the chair, bringing me with him to a standing position.
“Bend over and hold onto the bedpost—don’t let go!” I obey. He enters me from behind, one hand wrapped around my braid, gently pulling me back to meet his trust. I want it to last, but then I hear him grunting and I know he’s there. “My angel, I love you,” he groans as he takes his final step to the edge. The minute I feel him explode, that feeling of warmth is my tipping point and I scream out my release. He’s still moving, slowing it down but never stopping. He lets go of my braid and pulls out of me. Before I can protest, he spins me around and lifts me up. “Wrap those glorious legs around me . . . now!” He carries me back into the shower and the hot water hits us from every direction.
“Max, now will you feed me?” I ask after several minutes of collecting my wits about me.
He’s laughing and I love the sound. He slowly puts me down. “I think I need a little attention first.” He takes my hand and kisses my palm before guiding it over his cock. He’s hard as stone and my touch brings a huge smile to his face.
“What would you like, Max.” I’m playing with him and he knows it.
“Babe, I’m thinking you should tie me to a chair and have your way with me.”
“Ah!” I gasp. You would let me do that?”
“I would let you do whatever you want. . . . . . within reason.” He’s smirking and I feel like a kid in a candy store. I shut the water off and quickly push him out of the shower. “Oh, Max, breakfast will definitely have to wait.” I toss him a towel and pull him into the bedroom. I can’t believe he is going to let me tie him up! I sit him in the chair and quickly hunt around the room for something to tie him up with. I hurry into the closet and find one of his belts. I also go into his valet and pull out the nipple clamps he used on me. When I come out, he’s still sitting in the chair smiling.
“Put your hands behind your back.” I try to sound dominant like he does. He smiles and complies. I make sure I secure the belt tightly around his wrists, and then I take a step back to admire my handy work. I know exactly what I’m going to do. I stand in front of him, bend down, and take one of his nipples in my mouth, gently pulling it between my teeth. He moans and I slip on the clamp. His eyes grow wide and he smiles. “Babe, you need to do both if this is going to work.”
“Patience, Max.” I reach down and do the other one. His jaw is tight as I kiss my way down his chest. I get on my knees and kiss his thighs. I start at his knee and work my way up. When I get to his cock I stop and go to the other one. He begins to growl and tries to use his feet to push me forward.
“My speed; not yours, Max.” I reach my hands up and tighten the clamps. His groans are louder. I take his cock in my hand and rub my thumb over the top, followed by my tongue.
“Oh, babe, take me deep—please.”
I swirl my tongue around as I go deeper and he is lifting his hips to meet me. I don’t want this to end, so I stop.
“Oh bloody hell, don’t stop.”
I straddle his lap and lower myself on to his rock-hard cock. “Max, oh yeah.” I slowly work my way up and down. His hips are following my lead. I tighten the clamps again and he grits his teeth. I’m trying to hold back, but he tilts his hips as he rises up, hitting my clitoris over and over again.
“Max, are you ready?” I don’t give him a chance to answer, I release both nipple clamps at the same time. He throws his head back and lets out a long low groan, just as I find my own release. He is slowly coming back to earth as his rapid breathing begins to taper down.
“Untie my hands, please.”
I reach around and loosen the belt and it falls away. He throws his arms around me and holds me close. I rest my forehead on his, “I love you. I think we need to try that shower again, and then you need to feed me.”
I climb off of him and offer him my hand. Even though I would love to spend the day in bed with him, I know we can’t. We head into the bathroom and quickly get cleaned up.
Max finishes up first and goes downstairs to start breakfast while I finish getting ready, basking in the knowledge that I got to reverse roles with him this morning.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT the hell is taking Max so long this morning, but he better get his arse down here soon. I want to talk to him before everyone else wakes up. Raven is busy with Antonia,
so now would be the perfect time to tell him my plan . . . if he ever gets down here. I head into the kitchen to make coffee and find it already done. I’ve never had staff around twenty-four seven, only guards, and I’m not sure I like it. Max finally comes down and grabs a cup. “Took you long enough, you’re usually up at dawn.”
He laughs and I get it. “Okay, don’t need the details. I was thinking that you and I should talk to Junior alone.”
“Hold up, Jax, Mrs. Osla and Jackie did some research on the procedure the doctor was talking about. Our father can get the shots in Capri. He doesn’t have to show up here until the day of the procedure, and technically, he doesn’t even have to be here for that. I get that will never happen, but we need to dictate how this is going to work, not the other way around. Oh, and my wife is pretty adamant about not staying away from the hospital. She said we are family and we must form a united front, we won’t be bullied by the likes of him. I swear she’s going to put me in an early grave.”
“I told Raven everything that went down, and knowing my wife, she won’t let him bully us either. We need to have a solid plan in place before we contact him again. I won’t be caught off guard again.” I go fill up my coffee again. I offer Max more but he is staring into space.
“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you this morning? Get your head in the game and concentrate.”
Jackie walks in with Antonia in her arms and Raven right behind her. “Cut him some slack, it’s not everyday a man finds out he’s going to be a father.”
Raven is laughing and crying and Max is sitting here with a faraway look on his face.
“Well, that’s the best news I’ve heard in a while. When is the baby due?”
She hands me Antonia, who is laughing and drooling. “I wanted to wait and tell Max on his birthday and then, when I was through with the first trimester, tell everyone else, but . . . with everything going on, I thought we should talk to Michael’s doctor. Maybe there are other options. If I calculated it correctly, then I’m due in June. Do you think we can hold off telling the whole family?”
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