Jensen continued to caress her until she was on the brink again. "My turn." She pushed at his shoulders and rolled him to his back. It was time to do some exploring. After all, it was doubtful she'd ever have the chance to again.
She climbed over him and straddled his slender hips. Unable to keep from running her gaze down his wonderful body, taking in the sight of his muscular, yet slender physique, Cassie ran her hands down his broad chest, enjoying the feel of rippling muscles. She then leaned forward and ran her tongue down and across his tight abs, while teasing the tight nipples with her fingers. She moved her palms down his sides while her mouth traveled to between his legs. His sex was hard, needing attention. She took him in hand while tracing the tip of her tongue around the tip.
By the deep grunts he made, Jensen was in a happy place. Cassie took him into her mouth and proceeded to take all he had to give.
"I don't want to come yet." He pulled her up and drove his tongue into her mouth.
His large hand circled her waist and he lifted her so that he could thrust into her.
Cassie's only thought was. "Oh, yeah."
"Cassie?" The deep voice penetrated through the fogginess and Cassie wished it away. She didn't want to wake up from the delightful dream. It felt so real still. As if encased in strong arms, held against a hard body. In her dream it had been the perfect way to fall asleep after several bouts of lovemaking. Now whoever it was tried to drag her away from the best sex dream ever. Her and...
"Holy shit!" She bolted upright and heard a muffled curse. Jensen lay next to her, with a hand on his jaw.
"You just elbowed the crap out of me."
"What?....What? Did we? Oh..." She fell back onto the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. What had she done?
"Don't you have to be at Tesha's to make breakfast?" He tapped her shoulder. When she didn't reply, he kissed it. "I'm hungry."
Against her hip she felt something and immediately her stupid body went into slut-mode.
An hour later, both were showered and dressed. She slugged into the kitchen to find a fresh cup of coffee and one of her cupcakes on a plate. At her kitchen table, Jensen stretched and presented her with a wide grin. "Ready? I have to be on set in fifteen."
So they weren't going to talk about it. Too overwhelmed to consider that she'd slept with someone who was dating another woman and who was a mega star... she decided it was best not to think. "Yep, let's go."
It would have been easy to pretend they'd not slept together if not for the trail of her clothes that remained on the floor. "Shit." She kicked her still wet jeans aside and picked up her raincoat.
"I think I'm still mad at you about something. Let's not talk."
"Oh, we're gonna talk."
"No, we are not."
An hour later, when her cup of coffee hit the floor and the hot liquid splashed onto her legs, Cassie let out a curse and jumped away. One of the ladies, Donna, gave her a curious look. "Are you all right?"
No, she wasn't. Why had she not thought about it until just then? She and Jensen had not used any protection. She wasn't on birth control. There hadn't been any reason to be. He was a famous person, for lord's sake, one would think the idiot would make sure not to get someone pregnant. Cassie let out a breath and looked through the windows toward the house next door. Maybe he'd had a vasectomy and didn't worry about it. But then again, the dumbass should worry about STDs. "Oh my God!" She covered her face with her hands. What if she caught something from him?
"Honey, did you burn yourself? What is wrong?" The woman took her arm and guided her to a chair. "Sit down, I'll get you a glass of water."
"No, thank you Debbie." She jumped to her feet. "I have to go next door. I'll be back in a bit."
Chapter Thirteen
"Son of a bitch!" Jensen stared wide-eyed at the display on the screen, not seeing a thing.
The actor next to him pushed him aside and studied the picture. "What?"
"Nothing. I need to grab some water." He went to the food table, his head spinning. He'd not used protection the night before. Although he felt confident Cassie did not sleep around, he hoped she was on birth control. What was the matter with him? Jensen gulped the entire bottle down and felt better. Of course she was on birth control, she'd not allowed him to do...so many things. He let out a breath to keep from getting aroused again.
"Jensen?" her voice sent a ping straight to his crotch and Mr. Happy sprung to life. "I need to ask you something."
Cassie's round eyes met his and he looked behind him. "What did I do now?"
She grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the people who watched them with interest. "Please tell me you've been neutered."
His stomach sank and somehow spit caught in his throat and he began to cough. "I'm not a dog."
"Ssshhh!" she pulled him a few feet further away from the set. "Last night. We didn't use birth control." She swallowed and looked past him to the people behind him. "I'm not on the pill."
Nothing occurred to him. His mind went blank and he froze. This was her way of getting back at him for the cupcake thing. Any moment now she'd laugh and tell him it was a joke. Or maybe she'd drag it out for a day or two. He relaxed and shrugged. "I hope you're joking cause I'm sure I've got some strong swimmers." He grinned and let out a breath. "I gotta get back."
"You don't understand." Her fingers dug into his arm. "I. Am. Not. On. The. Pill."
If she was joking, he had to give it to her. She was a good actress. "I. Have. To. Get. Back," he replied, speaking as slowly as she had. "Stop. Joking."
"Oh, my God." She hit his shoulder. "Will you please be serious?"
"Are you being serious?" He studied her face through narrowed eyes. "Cause I can't act if I'm passed out."
"I am serious, Jensen. Look, I just need you to tell me I shouldn't worry about it. Please." She looked up at him, and he couldn't help the urge to hold the woman and reassure her. Unfortunately, they had an audience.
"There's nothing to worry about." He gave her his best nonchalant look. "I'm not."
He walked away from her, but his mind stayed behind. What the hell had he done? At the thought of Cassie pregnant with his child, a smile tugged at his lips and he had to shake his head. He'd totally lost his mind.
His cell rang. It was Caden. "Come get me out of here. I'm leaving with or without your help. Tristan and Adam already said no."
"Yeah, okay. But I can't be there until this evening. Can you wait until then?" Jensen replied and hung up after Caden agreed to wait. He called his mother next and she was already on her way to the hospital. She'd put a stop to Caden's plan. If his brother resisted, she'd go to Patrick about it.
Chachi, the make up artist, rushed towards him with a big pink brush in his hand. "We have to get you done. Come on, you're all shiny and shit."
He allowed the man to pull him toward the make up trailer. "Hey Chachi, how long does it take for a woman to know if she's pregnant?"
"How the fuck should I know?" Chachi gave an exaggerated shudder. "My cousin Marisol said she knows like within hours. But that bitch is always pregnant, so she's probably just making it up."
"Hours?" Jensen tried to look out the window, but Chachi held his head still and began to do whatever he did to his hair.
The wardrobe woman came in and plopped onto a chair, she texted while frowning. "Damn teenagers. They should all be sent off to live on an island until they are twenty five."
Chachi laughed. "Hey, we have a question. How long does it take for a woman to find out she's knocked up?" The stylist held a comb in the air waiting for a reply. The woman stared at Chachi with her mouth open. "You had sex with a woman?"
Fortunately Chachi was smart enough to know Jensen would kill him if he divulged it was him who wanted to know. "Ewww. Hell no. I was just telling Jensen here that my cousin Marisol claims that she can tell within hours."
"Oh." The woman stared at her phone. "There are tests that tell within like a day, but it could be weeks." She let o
ut a breath. "China has a good plan. No more than one child. Kids suck."
She jumped up. "Gotta scoot." The door slammed after her and Jensen stared at Chachi in the mirror. "I think kids are cool."
Chachi shrugged. "I don't like how they are so little and shit."
He didn't see Cassie the rest of the day. Once they finished shooting for the day, he rushed to his bike and sped to her house. The windows were dark and no one answered when he knocked. A dog barked in the distance and an old lady peered at him through her screen door. "Cassie's probably at the cupcake shop."
"Thanks!" Jensen rounded his bike and headed the two miles to town. Once there he parked in front of the cupcake shop. When he tried the door it was locked. There was a hastily written sign taped to the inside. "Closed due to illness."
Had she gotten sick because she was pregnant? He pulled out his phone and Googled the question. He got a bunch of confusing links that didn't make any sense. Next he called Tesha.
"Do you know where Cassie is?" He asked without preamble. "I need to talk to her. I think she's sick."
"Sick?" Tesha replied and said something to someone else. Probably Adam. "I'll call her. I would give you her number, but she'll probably kill me. You two are always at odds."
"We were not at odds last night," he blurted and then hoped she'd not ask any questions.
Tesha humphed. "You ruined her chance to cater for Scarlett Johansson."
"Oh yeah, well..."
"So I will call and ensure she is okay and call you back." He stared at the phone when she hung up, not sure what to do next.
A couple came up and looked from the door to him. The woman, who looked to be in her sixties, asked to take a picture with him and her husband, took it with a cell phone. She looked at the note on the door. "I hope Cassie is okay. Or maybe someone in her family is sick."
"Its too bad. I really wanted cupcake and some coffee," her husband grumbled as they walked away. Some teenagers ambled by and stopped at the door; unaware of who he was, they left while one talked on the phone to whoever was to meet them there.
Mrs. Miller, the owner of the hardware store, waved him over, and he jogged across the street. "Hey there, sweetie. I have a key to the shop if you need to pick up some cupcakes."
"Uh...no, I was actually looking for Cassie." He watched as she rounded the counter and climbed up on her stool. Almost at eye level, she smiled at him. "She had to go to Nashville. Take care of something. I think she was headed to a hospital or clinic or something."
His eyes widened. Was Cassie getting some sort of morning after treatment? "Can you try to remember which one? Did she look sick?"
Mrs. Miller frowned. "No, she seemed fine. Is something wrong with someone in your family? Is it Adam?"
Everyone in town knew Adam since he'd lived there up until a few weeks earlier, when he'd gone back to Nashville to work for Ford Industries. "Adam is fine. Thanks. I'll see you later, Mrs. Miller."
"Let me know who's sick," she called after him.
If he had to go to every clinic and hospital in Nashville, he was going to do anything in his power to stop her. How could she do whatever it was women did without talking to him first? Damn woman, didn't even give him a chance to tell her he loved her.
The realization stopped him dead in his tracks. Jensen stood in the middle of the street until a slow moving truck honked and forced him into action.
"What the hell am I thinking?" He raked his fingers through his hair and let out a breath. "No. No. No." He paced in front of the cupcake shop too shaken to get on his motorcycle. "Big mistake. Or not. Maybe it's a good thing. She hates me. But she slept with me. Shit."
"Mind your language, young man." An elderly woman tugged at the cupcake shop's door oblivious to the sign.
"It's closed, ma'am. Excuse my language."
She peered up at him and lifted her cane to point at him. "Your mother will hear about this, Adam Ford." Her cane lowered, she shuffled away.
His phone finally rang. Tesha returned his call. "So, what's going on."
"Nothing really." Tesha was quiet. "She's visiting a friend who's in the hospital."
"Are you sure she's not the one who's sick?"
"Yes. What is up with you?" Tesha sounded worried. "Did you do something to her? What have you done this time?"
"Nothing. Well, not anything. I just need to talk to her."
"Jensen. I can only ask you to hold off until she gets back. She's dealing with something delicate right now. Two trips to the same hospital can get a person down. She doesn't need you making her upset again."
They hung up and Jensen mounted his bike. He'd get his jag and then go to Nashville. Once there, he'd get her to leave the hospital and assure her. He would be a good father. Hopefully she would believe him when he told her how he felt.
Luckily, an hour later, he was able to get a close parking spot. Jensen pulled his baseball cap low over his face and walked past the reception area to the elevators. Once inside, he pushed the fourth floor button. Thanks to Google he found out that was the women's delivery floor. The elevator stopped at the third and he caught sight of Cassie walking into a room. He shoved his arm to the closing door and got out.
"Can I help you, sir?" A nurse eyed him as if trying to place him. "Which patient are you here to see?"
"Miss Tucker," he replied looking to the doorway where Cassie had gone into. "She’s right there." He pointed and turned away while the nurse watched him.
The door was slightly opened and he pushed it wider. There was a drawn curtain so she could not see him.
"I didn't think you'd come. Didn't think you believed me." A male voice sounded. "I hoped you would."
"I lot to take in," Cassie replied to whoever it was.
"Did you consider my proposal?"
"Yes."
Jensen jumped when a nurse tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir, this is not the right room."
"Yes, it is." He replied. "I just saw her."
Cassie appeared and pushed him out of the room, closing the door behind them. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to stop you from doing something stupid."
"What?" She pulled him further away to stand in front of the elevators. "You followed me here?" At her incredulous look, he wasn't sure what to say.
"You were upset about not using protection. Then you put a sign on the shop door. I figured you were doing something rash."
"Like?" She crossed her arms and frowned.
"Who's the guy?" He changed tactic. Before he'd spilled his guts, it was best to have all the facts.
"You are confusing me. It's none of your business why I'm here."
And of course his stupid temper snapped like a twig under Big Foot's...foot. "What the fuck is it with you? I asked you a question, woman. Why can't you just answer me?"
She looked down the hallway towards the room she'd just vacated and then back to him. "The man in the room is my ex-fiancé. We are getting back together." Cassie pointed to the elevator. "Please leave."
"What if you're pregnant from last night?" He didn't budge. "What then?"
"Its nothing I can't handle."
"You're not getting an abortion."
Cassie stared at him agog. "I can't believe we're having this conversation. I'm in a damn hospital. You have done nothing but make my life miserable since I met you. You insult me, ruined my chance to cater to Scarlett Fucking Johansson's party. You are a pompous asshole. Yes, last night happened. It was good, but a huge mistake." She lowered her voice to a hiss. "Jensen, you are the last person I want to be tied to for the rest of my life. So, I'll get a morning after pill, or pack or whatever the hell it is, and take it. Because Jensen Ford, I would rather overdose than have your child." She turned and stalked back to the room.
"Who is he?" the nurse asked obviously overhearing part of their conversation.
"The biggest asshole known to mankind," Cassie said and went into the room.
The elevator doors slid open, beckoni
ng to take him away from the strange pain in his chest.
He stalked into his brother's room, his head pounding. Caden opened his eyes and blinked. "What happened to you?"
"I'm pissed. So damn mad right now." Jensen walked across the room and peered down at his brother. "Am I an asshole?"
"Sorta," Caden pushed a button and the bed lifted him to sit. "Why?"
"I'm being serious." Why was everyone being such a pain in the ass today?
"All right. Tell me what happened."
"This woman, she just said she'd rather overdose than spend her life with me."
Caden's eyes bugged. "Holy shit. Did you just ask someone to marry you and they turned you down like that." He slapped his thigh and winced. "Ow!" Caden grinned. "That is one thing I would never see happening."
"I didn't ask her to marry me." Jensen noticed his brother looked better, his coloring normal. Decided to stop being self-centered for a few. "You're still here. That's good."
"Yeah. Mom threatened me." Caden grinned. "So you've fallen in love, huh? I'm so glad it's you and not me. Love sucks."
"Answer my question, Bro." Jensen noticed Caden seem to struggle for an answer.
"You are really giving. Very nice to the family. And you seem to be nice to your coworkers. They love you. But when it comes to women, from what I see you keep them at arm's distance. You're always making comments as if trying to come across as a butthead." Caden shrugged. "Sorry this lady hurt your feelings Bro. I'm sure she'll come around."
Once in the hospital parking lot, Jensen leaned on his car and pondered what Caden had said. Perhaps it was true. His phone vibrated; it was Mark, his agent. "I have you set up for three interviews next week in New York. Flying out first thing in the morning."
He kicked at his car tire. "What part of I'm taking a couple weeks off did you not understand?"
"Did you read my texts?"
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