The Passion & Vows Series

by Fiona Davenport

  I exited the car and rounded the hood to open Jenna’s door and help her out. We walked hand in hand inside the house. The back was taken up by an open area, a family room that spilled into one side of the kitchen. I sat her on the couch and kissed her forehead before heading to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.

  “Here, you need to stay hydrated,” I instructed gently as I held out the beverage. She took it with a roll of her eyes but tipped it to her lips. With her head back, the long column of her throat was exposed and it was sexy as hell. My girl was more fucking gorgeous every day. When she’d drunk the last of her water, I sat down on the plush, emerald green couch and lifted her into my lap.

  “Baby—” I started.

  “I haven’t even had a second to process this, Quinn,” she interrupted. She buried her face in her hands and groaned. “How the fuck did this even happen?”

  “Well, when a man and a woman—” I broke off with a laugh when Jenna smacked my bicep.

  “That’s not what I mean and you know it, smartass. We’ve been careful. . .haven’t we?”

  Clearly, Jenna hadn’t realized how many times we’d fucked without a condom since I’d been home. If she had asked me to put one on, I would have. I would give her anything. But she’d been too caught up in our passion to notice, and I had no problem taking full responsibility for that.

  I’d been determined to knock her up as soon as the ink was dry on our marriage license anyway. The only thing that would’ve made me happier than knowing she was carrying our child would’ve been to have a wedding band on her finger. I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed the solitary engagement ring.

  “I hate knowing the mother of my child isn’t bound to me completely. I’m ecstatic to be a husband and dad.” I couldn’t help grinning like a lunatic.

  Jenna laughed when she clocked my expression. “You’re too damn adorable, Quinn. How am I supposed to resist you?”

  My grin widened even further. “You’re not.” My mouth crashed down over hers, and I kissed her deeply until we were both panting with need. “Why even try?” I knew just how I was going to convince her to marry me right away.

  Standing swiftly, I held her tight against me and her legs circled my waist as I strode from the room. My lips devoured her hungrily, nibbling and sucking my way down to her throat. With a single-minded purpose, I jogged up the steps and stalked to our room where I tossed her on the bed. She bounced twice with a laugh, and her heated gaze roamed over my body for a few seconds. But, before I could come down on top of her, she scrambled off of the bed and dashed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

  “Baby,” I growled as I began to shed my clothes, arriving at the door fully naked. “Get your sweet little ass out here. If I have to come in and get you, you’re not going to like it.”

  I heard the shower turn on and was about to storm in when she called out, “Hold your horses, babe. I promise, it will be worth it.”

  I groaned and grabbed the base of my solid as steel cock, squeezing it painfully hard to try and push back the waves of desire. Backing up slowly, I stared at the door until my knees hit the bed and I fell backwards. I started counting down from one hundred knowing that when I reached one, she’d be out of time and I would break down the fucking door if I had to.

  “Five, four, three—” I stopped abruptly when the door swung open and sat up.

  Holy motherfucking hell.

  She stood there in a lacy white bra, matching, barely-there panties, and sparkly pink, sky-fucking-high stilettos. Her luscious tits were practically spilling out, and my mouth watered in anticipation of tasting one of her pert, pink nipples.

  With a seductive smile, she sashayed over to the bed, and climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Her hands came up to cup my face and she held it firmly as she brought her mouth down over mine. My hands flew to her hips and I gripped her tightly, probably leaving bruises. But, I was on a tight leash and didn’t know how much longer I could stay in control. Jenna obviously wanted to be in charge and I decided to let her have her way. For the moment.

  “Quinn,” she murmured. Her voice was husky and sexy as fuck, making my dick grow even more painfully hard. “I love you more than anything.”

  “I love you too, baby.”

  She scooted back on my lap a little and I growled in protest as the heat from her core slipped away. “I want to make you happy.” Gracefully, she slid off of my lap and dropped to her knees between my legs. Without warning, she took hold of my cock and sucked it deep between her plump, swollen lips.

  “Fuck!” My head fell back, the incredible suction from her mouth dragging my orgasm fast to the surface. I buried my hands in her hair and tried to hold her close as my hips bucked, but she wrenched away and licked lightly around the head, then down the vein that ran the length of the underside of my cock.

  I let her play a little, groaning at the strength it was taking to hold back. Then she practically attacked me again, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat and swallowing. “Fuck, yes, baby!” A tingling started at the base of my spine and my balls were drawing up when her mouth was replaced by the sting of cool air. “What the fuck?” I glanced down and my eyes narrowed at the sight of her smirk. When she looked at my face, her smug expression dropped into a pout and I knew I was being played. She was trying to seduce me into agreeing with her. I mentally shook my head. It was kind of cute that she thought she was in control.

  “We can wait until the wedding, right?” she asked prettily then licked her lips, leaving them shiny and so kissable.

  In the next breath, I’d lifted her up and draped her over my knees. I ripped away the tiny bit of fabric at her core and gave each bared cheek of her ass a hard slap. She yelped, but it turned into a moan when I plunged two fingers into her pussy. “So fucking wet.” I spanked her again, and another rush of liquid soaked my hand. She struggled to get up for a moment, earning her another hard spanking. Her lily-white ass was pink, my handprints glowing like a brand. I was about to break.

  I flipped her over, turned and dropped her in the center of the bed. As I covered her body with mine, I pushed her hands up over her head and locked them in one of my fists. “Jenna,” I snarled, “Who’s in charge in the bedroom?”

  Her eyes were already heated but at my question, they burned even hotter.

  Using my free hand, I twisted the catch on the front clasp of her bra and the cups slid to the side, her tits spilling out.

  “Who makes the rules when we fuck, baby?” I asked while tweaking one of her nipples, then pulling it into my mouth. My hips bucked and my pulsing cock slid against her pussy which was so drenched, the underside of my cock was coated in her arousal.

  “You,” she whispered with a whimper.

  “Damn fucking straight,” I growled before slamming my mouth down over hers.

  She was shaking when I finally pulled away and took a little time to lavish her tits with attention. I was hungry for her pussy, but we were both so on edge that I knew I would lose it the second my tongue glided between her folds.

  Lifting up, I grasped my cock and positioned it just right before thrusting inside her so deep, I bumped the edge of her cervix. She screamed and her back arched, her walls clamping down on me.

  The last of my restraint slipped away, and I drove into her in long, deep strokes.

  “Quinn!” Jenna’s legs clamped around me, and she pushed her hips up, trying to get even closer.

  “That’s right, baby. Squeeze that tight little pussy. Yes! Fuck!” I was suddenly lost to sensation and began slamming in and out with wild abandon. Jenna’s cries escalated into screams of pleasure until she came violently, pushing me over the edge. “Jenna!” I roared as I poured my seed into her womb. Just the thought of how it had already taken root had me shuddering and coming even harder.

  I collapsed on her for a minute, then gathered her close as our breathing returned to normal. I rolled onto my back, situating her on top of me, my semi-hard dick still
gloved in her heat.

  Rubbing lazy circles on her back, I thought about the life we were building, the baby we’d created. I wasn’t exaggerating when I told her I was out of patience. But, I wasn’t completely unreasonable. With a finger under her chin, I gently lifted her head from where it was lying on my chest, then tenderly tucked her honey brown hair behind her ear. “How about this? We’ll make an appointment with the doctor tomorrow and confirm you’re pregnant. Then we can make a decision.”

  She beamed at me and I felt a little guilty because it may have seemed like I was compromising, but I still intended to have her at the courthouse the next night.

  I noticed her bra was still hanging haphazardly from her shoulders and my dick hardened when I pictured what she’d looked like standing in the bathroom doorway. Maybe I’d let her try and convince me a little more…

  Chapter 3

  Jenna

  Walking out of the teacher’s lounge at the end of the day, I paused just past the door for a moment to squeeze my legs together lightly. The short amount of time I’d stood at the copier had been enough for me to feel stiff. Again. Not that it was the copying that caused the soreness. That was all Quinn.

  Between knowing he’d knocked me up and me trying to talk him into keeping our wedding plans intact, he’d been closer to the edge than usual and he’d taken it out on my body in the most delicious of ways. Over and over again. I’d barely gotten any sleep, I was practically bow-legged when I arrived at work, his handprint was still on my ass, and I had scratches from his scruff all over my chest and thighs. But I wouldn’t change one damn thing about last night. In fact, I wanted us to celebrate any future pregnancies the same way. Just without the pressure of a wedding standing between us.

  I leaned against the door behind me and dropped my head low as I took a deep breath. Quinn was going to be here to pick me up in about five minutes, and then we needed to head over to the OBGYN office that Xander recommended to him. I’d planned to call mine today during my lunch break, but Quinn had texted me before I’d had the chance to let me know he’d already set an appointment with the one Calista was using. Since Dr. Lennon was one of the best OBGYN’s in the Atlanta area, I kept my mouth shut instead of snapping at him for being so overbearing.

  Plus, I was still hoping to be able to convince him not to rush me to the courthouse, so I didn’t want to push my luck too much.

  Taking one last, deep breath to settle my nerves about the appointment, I straightened up to my full height and shoved my papers into my bag. Once I had everything situated, I stepped into the hallway and made my way to the front doors. As I neared them, my steps slowed. One of my students, Darren, was standing near the entrance with his mother. Classes let out more than twenty minutes ago, and the only remaining students should have been the ones in the after-school program.

  Darren’s mom was a single parent, but she always picked him up from school on time. From what she’d told me during an open house at the start of the year, she worked long hours and was always on call, but made whatever sacrifices were necessary to be there whenever her son needed her. He was a sweet boy, bright and conscientious. It was rare to find him without a smile on his face, which made his expression of fear stand out even more.

  His mom was talking to a man I didn’t recognize, but I was fairly certain I’d never seen him at the school before. He didn’t look like he belonged there. Not with his dirty jeans, greasy hair, and the faded blue tattoo of barbed wire circling his forearm. And certainly not with the menacing air he had about him as he loomed over Darren’s mom, standing close with his hand wrapped around her elbow.

  “Can I help you?”

  My question halted their argument, and three sets of eyes jerked up to look at me, each filled with a different emotion. Relief from Darren, fear from his mom, and anger from the stranger. The fingers clenched around her arm whitened, starting to turn her skin purple before the man let Darren’s mom go.

  “No,” she yelped. “Everything’s fine. We were just headed home.”

  I glanced at the man standing next to her. His gaze was locked on my face as though he was memorizing it, sending a shiver up my spine. “Are you sure?” I asked, switching my attention back to Darren’s mom.

  “Yes. My”—she paused as if she was searching for the right word—“friend thought I was still having car problems and came to help in case my battery died again.”

  She grabbed Darren’s hand and made her way to the parking lot, the man following closely. I stayed a few feet behind them as I walked to the curb to wait for Quinn, happy he was going to pick me up because I didn’t want to be alone with the guy when Darren and his mom left. As she settled her son into the back seat and watched while he buckled up, I heard the man tell her he’d see her at work the next night. His tone sounded off to me, almost coming across as a threat, but maybe I was reading more into it than I should if they were co-workers.

  If he’d really come to the school because he was worried about her, then I was judging him too harshly based on his appearance when it was entirely possible that he’d dragged himself out of bed to do a good deed. Thinking of it that way, I felt horrible. Quinn pulled up in a dark SUV, and I offered the guy an apologetic smile as I climbed into the passenger seat before Quinn had the chance to get out and open my door.

  “Who was that?” Quinn asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowed as he watched the guy walk to a black Mercedes parked in the lot.

  I shook my head as I buckled my seat belt. Only his over protective alpha mode would override his usual irritated grumble when I didn’t wait for him to help me into a car. “A friend of one of my student’s parents.”

  “Huh,” he mumbled, his brow furrowed.

  “Huh, what?”

  He shook his head slowly, his eyes still on the man as he climbed into his car then drove out of the lot. When Quinn glanced at me again, his expression had smoothed out and he smiled casually. “Nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.” Looking straight again, he put the car in drive and made his way to the main road.

  “Um…okay. What’s up with the SUV?”

  His dark gaze swung my way, sweeping down to my belly as his lips tilted up in a smile. “I borrowed it from the company since it has a better safety rating than my car.”

  And so it began. Early evidence pointed towards Quinn being even more ridiculous than my brother with his macho bullcrap now that I was pregnant. Not that I was surprised since it’s what I’d expected from him. The next thing I knew, he’d be trading my beloved BMW in for a minivan. I shuddered at the possibility.

  “Of course you did,” I sighed. “Just like you set up the appointment with Dr. Lennon instead of us going to see the gynecologist who’s been my doctor for years.”

  He chuckled as he pulled away from the curb. “You can’t possibly be upset that I want you to have the best care possible. With a wait list like hers, there’s no denying she’s second to none.”

  “I’m not mad about it,” I mumbled. “It just would have been nice if you had asked me before you did it.”

  “We were lucky Calista’s already a patient of hers and was willing to pull strings to get us in today. The opportunity dropped in my lap, and there wasn’t time to talk to you, not when you were in class and unreachable.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I huffed.

  My grumpy mood didn’t seem to bother him. He flashed me a quick grin before the red light we were stopped at turned green. “Someone’s grouchy today.”

  “If I’m pregnant, you’d better get used to it. Pregnant women get to be as moody as they want.”

  “Challenge accepted, baby.”

  “Challenge?” I echoed. “What challenge?”

  He reached over and squeezed my knee with his right hand. “To do what it takes to keep you happy. I bet if I’d made you come hard this morning before you got ready for work, you’d be in a better mood.”

  I tried to fight back my smile, but it was no use. My lips tilted up at the edges
and Mr. Observant spotted it right away.

  “See, you think so, too.”

  “I think you’re forgetting something,” I laughed. “Since I definitely remember having an orgasm this morning.”

  “The one at two o’clock doesn’t count. That was part of last night, before I finally let you pass out because you needed some sleep.” He looked thoughtful as he pulled into the parking lot at the doctor’s office. “From now on, I think I’ll set the alarm five minutes early so I can squeeze in an extra one to start your day off right.”

  “Only five minutes?”

  He waited until after the SUV was parked and the engine was off before he turned to me and responded. “We both know that if I set my mind to it, I won’t even need that much time to have you squeezing my fingers with your tight little pussy. Or quivering against my mouth. Hell, maybe I’d better make that two extra each morning just so I can feel you fall apart both ways in five minutes or less.”

  “Ohmigosh,” I gasped. “Forget the orgasm. I should have shoved an extra pair of panties in my purse this morning because you just ruined the ones I’m wearing.”

  “I’ll add that to my to-do list, too,” he promised.

  Even though his dark eyes twinkled at me, I fully expected he’d have a pair tucked away somewhere the next morning.

  Chapter 4

  Quinn

  “You’re definitely pregnant, Ms. Davis.”

  My jaw clenched, frustrated at the reminder that Jenna still didn’t have my last name. But, it was eclipsed by the thrill of knowing the woman I loved was having my child.

  With a pump of my fist in the air, I shot to my feet from the plastic chair next to the exam table where Jenna was seated. I clasped her face between my palms and searched her gorgeous green eyes. They shone with happiness, and I couldn’t help my small sigh of relief. Lowering my head, I brushed my lips softly over hers. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”