Battlefield (The Covenant Book 2)

by Gwendolyn Casey

  Cece was pregnant. She was carrying our child.

  It was something that I had thought of before, back in Clayton when we were together, and just recently in the alleyway at the restaurant. Now that it was real, I felt panicked and overwhelmed and … happy. I was going to be a father. Cece was going to be a mother.

  She must be scared out of her mind.

  I was opening another bottle of whiskey when the truth hit me like a slap in the face. That was why she came to Vegas.

  I was such an idiot. But so was she. What was she thinking, putting herself in danger like this? I could wring her neck.

  “Bring the bottle back with you,” Rafe called from the couch.

  “She said she was waiting until after Christmas to tell me, didn’t want to ruin the holiday,” he said as I handed him the bottle.

  I sat down next to him, knowing I had to play the good friend before I went to Cece. “I’m sorry, man. I know you really liked her.” And the truth was, I did feel bad for him. On the one hand, I hated him for going after Cece, but on the other, could I really blame him? And now he was suffering from a broken heart.

  “Yeah, I did.” He looked down. “Fucking bitch.”

  I felt my hand squeeze the glass tight like I did earlier. “Did she say who the father was?” I asked.

  “No, but I just assumed it was her piece of shit ex. The one she is still in love with.”

  “She said she was still in love with him?”

  But he wasn’t looking at me anymore. Instead he looked at the TV screen. After a moment he laughed. “It’s almost funny. I was looking for a woman to impregnate, and I fall for one that is already knocked up.”

  I stayed silent after that, not wanting to make him suspicious by asking more questions.

  We sat for a few more minutes, watching Rosemary Clooney sing about love doing her wrong. “Hey, weren’t you going to meet up with my sister?” Rafe asked.

  I looked over at him. “Are you actually encouraging me to sneak into your sister’s room?”

  He shrugged. “She’s a grown woman, and I want her to be happy. Even if it is just for the night.”

  “All right,” I said as I stood up, more than willing to vacate his company.

  “Merry Christmas,” Rafe said.

  “Merry Christmas,” I replied as I left the room.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Cece

  I woke up with a start, instantly looking at the door. I’d done that at least three times since falling asleep. This place was just too dangerous to completely relax. Not to mention the dreams of Rafe choking the life out of me when he found out I was pregnant by his best friend. I settled back down on my side when a hand suddenly came over my mouth.

  I struggled until I heard, “Shh, it’s me.”

  I looked over my shoulder to see Jordan leaning over the bed. He removed his hand from my mouth when I turned to him.

  “What are you doing here?” I whispered. I didn’t close the drapes in my room because I wanted the moon to act as a nightlight in this scary place. I could see Jordan’s jacket and tie were gone, leaving him in a white dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up his arms. His face shone with a strange desperation.

  Slowly, he pulled the sheet off my body and untied the robe I fell asleep in. The edges fell to the side as he pushed it away from my skin. I was still naked beneath it. Jordan’s eyes roamed from my neck to my breasts, lighting me on fire with his gaze.

  I knew this was dangerous, but I didn’t care. I needed Jordan’s touch. His fingers pushed the rest of the robe to the sides, revealing the rest of my body. My legs opened slightly, craving his fingers at my center.

  He looked down at me, drinking in my body, but his eyes stopped. I glanced down to see the small curve of my belly. Lying on my back made the bump more obvious.

  I didn’t try to cover myself. It was too late, and Jordan did not look surprised. Fucking Rafe.

  I couldn’t help the disappointment that flooded me, upset that he did not come here to make love to me. Instead, he just wanted to see for himself.

  “How far along?” he asked.

  “Fourteen weeks.”

  He didn’t look angry or shocked, but he still hadn’t touched me. I sat up and wrapped the robe around me again. His gaze remained on my middle.

  “Now you know,” I said, needing him to speak.

  “This was why you came to Vegas, isn’t it? This was why Mark was willing to help you.”

  “Yes,” I replied. “I had planned to simply tell you and then go to California like I always wanted.”

  “And you believed that I would let you go with my child inside you?” He growled.

  I looked away. “I don’t know what I believed.”

  “So why didn’t you just tell me?”

  I shook my head slowly. “When I saw you again, you seemed determined to push me away, but I could see that you still had feelings for me, and I needed to know if you still loved me before I told you about the baby. And I needed to know why you left me.”

  He suddenly gripped my arms, pulling me into a sitting position so his face was inches from mine. “I didn’t leave you by choice. You were supposed to stay in Clayton until I finished this.”

  “I would have if you simply told me what you were doing.”

  He flashed me his teeth as he growled. “I didn't want you to mourn me if the worst happened. I was trying to protect you.”

  “And how's that plan working out?” I snapped. I turned to get off the bed, but Jordan suddenly grabbed my arm and threw me back on the mattress. Then he was on top of me, keeping his weight off my body, but still crowding against me. His hand was in my hair, gripping it tight to expose my neck to him.

  “I could kill you for bringing our child into danger like this,” he said.

  It was the wrong thing to say. Before I knew what was happening, my hand flew up and smacked him across the face. “And I could kill you for leaving me in the first place,” I said

  He growled and pinned my hands above my head, completely unaffected by the hit. But I continued to thrash against him. “You left me pregnant and alone. What did you think I would do, simply accept it like my mother did? Let you walk away and forget all the promises you made me? Fuck, no. I’m here because of you. I tracked your ass down to—” My rant came to a sudden stop along with my thrashing when I had no idea how to finish the sentence.

  “To what, Cece?” Jordan asked.

  I could only shake my head, and then the tears welled in my eyes. I turned my head away from his gaze, ashamed of my pathetic defense against him.

  Then I felt Jordan’s lips on my neck, soft and comforting but erotic. “Tell me, Cece,” he said as he loosened my hands and moved his hand to cup my breast through the robe. His breath teased my ear and then he nipped the skin just beneath. My hips jumped up from the bed, colliding with his.

  We both groaned at the contact. Then Jordan took my mouth with his own, letting our anger turn into the fiery passion that always existed between us. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I moaned around it. I gripped his arms, but he was pushing off my robe again. Once my arms were free, I immediately reached for his shirt buttons, practically pulling them apart.

  Jordan leaned up and simply pulled the shirt over his head before coming back down to give me his mouth again. I reveled in the feeling of his naked chest against mine. It made my nipples hard little points that pushed into his skin, making me feel even hotter. He pulled me close to him, aligning our bodies as his lips devoured mine.

  Having his arms around me again was so wonderful that I could have spent the rest of the night simply kissing. But Jordan had other ideas. Suddenly he moved down my body, positioning his shoulders between my legs. He didn’t even try to tease me. He simply dove between my thighs and took my clit between his lips. I hissed and arched into him, nearly screaming with my pleasure.

  Jordan was creating heat inside me and the pressure was climbing. He ate me like a man starved, with teet
h and deep lunges of his tongue, and I loved it. I struggled to keep my moans at a low level, but I was failing. It only got worse when he reached a hand up to play with my nipple, caressing it roughly. Soon he had me careening off the top of a mountain of bliss, and I had to cover my own mouth to keep my cry from coming out.

  I was still in the dreamy haze when I heard the clink of a belt and the rustle of clothes. When I opened them again, Jordan was hovering over me. I looked down to see his hand stroking his large cock, mere centimeters from my weeping entrance. I couldn’t wait to feel the girth inside me again. I wiggled a little and lifted my hips in invitation for his possession.

  “Tell me, Cece,” Jordan said softly.

  I looked up at him, not knowing what he was talking about.

  “Tell me why you came looking for me.”

  I plopped my head back on my pillow in frustration. I should have known Jordan would make me confess before he would give me what I wanted.

  “Because I love you,” I whispered. “Because I just couldn’t let go of us.”

  Then he kissed me, slow and deep, tasting every inch of my mouth. I gasped against his lips as I felt him push inside me, thick and hard and perfect. I lifted my thighs high, my aching insides clung to him, pulling deep. When he finally seated himself to the hilt, he came down on his elbows and leaned his forehead against mine. “I never stopped loving you, and I never will.”

  He began his strokes slow and measured all while kissing me. It felt so fucking good, but it was also driving me crazy.

  I pushed at his shoulders. “Jordan, I know you are trying to be sweet. But I don’t want sweet right now. You have fourteen weeks of pregnancy hormones to satiate. That means deep, hard, and fast. I want you to fuck me so hard, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” I said before I bit at his neck.

  He growled but stopped suddenly. “The baby?”

  “It’s fine. I promise.”

  At my words, he came up on his knees and brought one of my legs over his shoulder. The other he kept wrapped around his hip. I whimpered as he sank a little deeper, hitting all the right spots. Then he started fucking me how I asked, fast and hard, pulling me on and off his dick like a fuck doll.

  “Yes, Jordan,” I said.

  His only response was to go even faster, making my pussy feel like a furnace being stoked. It burned and ached but felt so fucking good. It took only a few minutes for my orgasm to come roaring through my body, making my inner muscles clench and cream around Jordan. He laid my hips down on the bed, slowing his thrusts to a steady pace. He kept going hard and deep but let his thickness linger for a few moments before pulling out, giving my cunt exactly what it needed to ride out the storm.

  Before I could even open my eyes, I was being picked up and set on all fours. Jordan pushed back inside me from behind and I nearly purred like a cat as I arched my back. He began fucking me again, and my body rebounded instantly, ready for all that he could give.

  “Damn, did I miss this,” he said and smacked my ass. I gasped and then whimpered.

  He pushed deep and reached for my hair. He tugged me up, bringing me up on my knees so he could grab my tit, squeezing it roughly before moving his hand down to my stomach. “This whole time, I’ve been right here.”

  He nuzzled my neck, and I squeezed my pussy around him, loving his words. It was how I hoped he would react to my pregnancy, proud and possessive.

  His hand slid from my hair to around my neck, gripping it gently. I groaned and pushed myself back on his dick as his fingers left my abdomen and sought out the nub between my legs.

  “Are you my woman, Cece?” he growled into my ear.

  “Yes,” I said, bringing my hand up to grip his head as he continued to pump his thick shaft inside me.

  “The mother of my children?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “My old lady?”

  I gasped as he doubled his efforts on my clit, making it impossible to think, much less talk.

  “Say it, Cece,” he demanded in that deep alpha voice of his.

  “Yes,” I gasped loudly.

  He gripped my hair again and turned my mouth to his, so he could take my mouth in a deep, hard kiss. With Jordan’s lips on mine, his hard cock inside my pussy, his fingers at my clit, I was overwhelmed with sensations and emotions. I could feel tears in my eyes as my next climax approached like a charging black stallion.

  I was on the cusp when Jordan suddenly pushed me back down on the bed, forcing my chest down and my ass high in the air. Then he started to pound into me, hard, fast, and violent. My pussy practically exploded with sensation and I had to turn my face into the bed, so I could scream out the pleasure.

  My cunt spasmed around Jordan, and I felt his shaft expand before he held himself deep, impaling me on the thick rod so his seed could paint my insides.

  After a few more moments of bliss, Jordan slowly laid us on our sides, all while holding himself inside me. He pulled me back into his chest.

  “Was that what you wanted, woman?” he asked against my ear.

  “Mmm,” I mumbled, unable to form words.

  I started to doze as Jordan cuddled me in his arms. I must have just fallen asleep when the bedroom door banged against the wall, jolting the both of us awake.

  “What the fuck is this?” Rafe said.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Jordan

  Rafe glared at us from across the room, his face showing red under his tan skin. His anger was understandable, and I wasn’t so heartless not to feel a little guilty. But another part, a much larger part, was happy he found us this way. I wanted him to know how much she was mine. Finding me balls deep inside her tight pussy was one way to assert my claim.

  “Wait, Rafe. I can explain,” Cece said, pulling a sheet over her body. I slipped off the side toward Rafe and grabbed my pants.

  “What the hell could there be to explain?” Rafe asked, coming toward the bed.

  “Why are you even here?” I said as I pulled on my pants.

  He took his eyes away from Cece and glared at me. “Cara was looking for you, and she heard some suspicious noises in here. She came and got me.”

  I looked behind him where Cara lingered in the doorway. I strode past him and pulled her inside the room roughly. The fire in her eyes told me she would kill me if she had the means.

  Cece had pulled her robe back on and stood before Rafe. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

  “Find out what? That you’ve been fucking my best friend while you wouldn’t let me even kiss you?”

  He went to grab her, but I pulled him back and put myself between them. “That's the thing, Rafe. She has always been mine.”

  “What is he talking about?” he asked, looking at Cece.

  Cece came around my side and took my hand. “The baby, Rafe. Jordan is the father,” she said.

  Rafe was stunned enough to step back. “What the fuck?”

  “He’s the reason I came to Vegas,” she explained.

  Rafe looked back at me. “Why did you act like you didn't know her?”

  “We had broken up, and I thought ignoring her would get her to leave,” I said, glancing down at her. “But I didn’t know about the baby until tonight.”

  Rafe turned to Cece. “You lying whore.”

  With a roar, I took Rafe by the throat and pushed him to the wall, slamming him against it.

  He pulled at my wrist. “You both are pieces of shit,” he spat through gasps.

  I squeezed his throat a little tighter. “And you’re a fucking Boy Scout? We wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you.”

  Rafe suddenly stopped struggling.

  Shit, I thought. Here I was scared Cece would give the game away, but it was me. Cece being pregnant scrambled my brain so that I forgot why we were here in the first place and my jealousy took care of the rest.

  I dropped Rafe to the floor, and he immediately pulled his gun. “Are you FBI?” he asked as he pointed it at my chest.


  I sighed. “I am working for the CIA.”

  “For how long?” he asked.

  “Since we first met,” I confessed.

  Cara gasped, but I kept my eyes on Rafe. I saw the anger and betrayal cross his face for the second time in five minutes. He pulled the hammer back on the gun.

  “Now wait just a goddamn minute,” Cece snapped. Rafe looked over at her. “Jordan may have lied to gain your trust, but you were never his target.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Your father is the reason for all this,” she said. “You know he is more than some financial broker. He runs drugs, guns, and people. Do you really think the CIA gives a shit about an illegal fight club?” The look she gave him reminded me of the old Cece.

  “Is that why you were with me?” He snarled at Cece. “Using me like a fucking tease.”

  I took a step toward him, ready to choke him again, but Cece grabbed my arm.

  “Rafe, you know that I tried to push you away. I told you on our first date that I didn’t want a relationship, and that didn’t stop you.” She looked back at me. “You two are similar in that respect.”

  “That didn’t stop you from using my feelings for you to help your lover,” Rafe said.

  “Yes,” she said, looking him straight in the eye. “And I’m sorry.”

  Rafe growled and turned his back on us.

  Cece was handling Rafe well. I was proud of my woman. She wasn’t a super spy, but she knew how to handle herself. I hoped I wouldn’t have to kill Rafe and Cara. It would be unfortunate, but I was prepared to do it if necessary.

  After a few moments, Rafe turned back to me. “And you think I am going to help you take down my own father?”

  Cece got closer to him, and I had to hold myself back. “Don’t pretend that you are not appalled by what he does. Selling women and children for sex and abuse is not something you could do. That is why you came to Vegas. You wanted to get away from him.”

  Rafe turned away, looking back at Cara, who hadn’t moved from her spot by the door. She had her eyes on the floor, her arms crossed as if to ward off the cold.