The Pregnant Professor (McKenzie Cousins Book 11)

by Lexi Buchanan

  Ruben chokes on the sip of coffee he’d just taken, so I decide I better come clean.

  “I was a visiting Professor at the University.” I grin. “So not as bad as it sounds. I’d finished my term when we, um, got together.”

  "Hell, no, it isn't." Jaxon quickly kisses me on the lips. "The best thing that ever happened to me." He kisses me again before moving away slightly. "We're going to move into one of the apartments at the top of McKenzie's tomorrow until we can find our own place." He looks at his dad. "Is this okay?"

  "You don't need to ask. You know this, Jaxon."

  "Thanks, Dad."

  “Honey, you both can stay here. We really don’t mind.” Rosie takes her husband’s hand in hers.

  “They need time alone to work this parenting thing out without us interfering," Ruben kisses his wife’s palm. “We’ll be here if they need us.”

  "We'll need you, Mom. Don't worry." Getting to his feet, Jaxon holds his hand out for me. "Let's go."

  “Where you off to?” Rosie asks.

  “Bed.”

  Ruben burst out with a laugh, which he quickly covers up with a cough. He turns his back and moves toward the sink, turning the faucet on and washes his hands. I'm guessing it's so he doesn't have to look at us.

  My face feels as hot as a furnace. I turn to Jaxon, who grins like an idiot at his parents. "You two are not the only ones who can take naps during the day, together.”

  Horrified, I want to run from the room with embarrassment. I’m sure if Jaxon weren’t holding me so tightly, I would have.

  “Jeez,” he adds, “Poppy is pregnant and needs her rest. What did you think I mean?”

  "Oh, just go." Rosie ushers us from the room while covering her cheeks before she turns to her husband, who smirks at her. I don't miss the way Ruben looks at Rosie as Jaxon leads me from the kitchen.

  “I don’t think we’re the only ones going for a nap,” I comment.

  "Oh, God! They're my parents." He shudders.

  Closing the bedroom door, I drop onto the bed. “If you think you’re getting into my panties now, you can forget it.”

  Jaxon takes my shoes off and stands over me. “Seriously?”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed.”

  "You want to nap? Like, go to sleep?"

  I can’t help myself and laugh at the disappointment on his face. “Your parents’ know what is going to happen in this room. I think we should wait until tomorrow night.”

  “Whether or not we both get naked, they’ll think we did, so we might as well do what they assume.”

  “Logical.”

  “I’m a genius,” he says, tossing his t-shirt across the room.

  My eyes go to his chest and caress downwards over the ridges of his torso, toward the low hanging jeans. I lick my lips at the sight of his erection straining against the zipper. "Poppy," his lust-filled voice melts my panties.

  Sitting up, I fight with my dress and then feel Jaxon’s hands on my hips as he tips me back down to the bed. My panties are yanked down my legs before disappearing. Jaxon places his large warm hands on my belly and caresses our baby. I'm stuck inside my dress, but I can't move. Jaxon is everywhere. His lips slide up my thighs while his hands continue stroking and caressing. I feel the bed dip, and then Jaxon is lifting me up the bed, seconds later the front clasp of my bra is opened, my breasts spilling out.

  “Fuck,” Jaxon curses, his hands cupping my flesh while his fingers pinch and roll my nipples.

  I wiggle to try and get free of the dress, but no luck. The moment I feel Jaxon's mouth between my legs, I buck and find myself held down to the bed. His tongue darts out and plays teasingly with my clit. My head spins, and everything within me clenches tightly.

  “Jaxon,” I moan. “I can’t breathe. Get me out of the dress.”

  He chuckles before rising over me. I feel every inch of him; his torso slides over my belly, his legs slide against mine, his penis throbs where it lies along my groin. My legs wrap around his hips as I’m finally freed of the dress. Jaxon’s eyes blaze heat into mine seconds before he claims my mouth. There is nothing gentle about the kiss as his passion consumes me.

  I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps around me. He's careful of the baby as his body rests against mine. The majority of his weight he keeps from me but being covered in Jaxon is fantastic.

  Ten

  Jaxon

  My cock rubs along Poppy's groin, and my chest softly grazes her nipples. I'm completely turned on by this woman. I don't think she realizes just how much. What I feel for her is a lot more than sex. However, having her naked and writhing beneath me drives me crazy to the point that I struggle to think. I desperately want to thrust into her welcoming pussy and pound her into the bed.

  Her taste on my lips, the way her legs wrap around me and, the way her fingernails dig into the top of my ass, has my breathing heavy with need. I have to physically force myself not to take her the way I want to. Breaking from our kiss, I hold her gaze and capture a hard nipple between my lips—sucking and tugging. She rubs on me while I leak precum on her beautiful skin.

  Switching to the neglected breast, Poppy hisses and, moaning, raises her hips. "Jaxon, inside me," she cries. "Oh, God." Her hips rock and thrust up, trying to capture my cock.

  Changing position, I slide a finger between the wet lips of her pussy and slip a digit inside. Poppy moans and covering her face with her hands, throws her head back, arching upwards. I use my thumb to rub and press against her clit and feel her juices coat my finger.

  “I need to be inside you.”

  “Yes.”

  Pushing her legs wider, I wrap a hand around my dick and stroke a few times, realizing she watches through heavy eyelids.

  “This is because of you,” I tell her, rubbing the head of my cock through her arousal. “All because of you,” I moan the words as I push inside of heaven.

  My fists clench at the feel of her wrapping around me. I want to wrap fully around her, but I can’t with the baby bump so, I grab her bottom and hold her tightly. “Move with me. I want you on top.”

  Her eyes darken as she clings to me with arms and legs. I have us rearranged and snap my eyes shut while I try and breathe through the lust burning through me. I peer up at her. "You're a fucking goddess." I spread my fingers over her bottom, feeling her reaction around my cock. "Ride me, slowly,” I force out between clenched teeth.

  Like a siren, she holds her long hair on the top of her head and gently undulates on me. Her breasts sway, the nipples rock hard. From the position I have on her body with my hands, I help her move. The slow-motion drives me crazy, but I’m determined to make this last.

  Poppy moans and reaches to steady herself with her hands on my chest. Her fingers slide over me until she’s rubbing and pinching my nipples. My dick jerks hard while my balls are so filled that I’m not going to be able to hold off for much longer.

  Surprising the hell out of me, Poppy cups her breasts and starts tugging on her nipples. My concentration goes to hell and, I’m growling as her orgasm pulses and throbs around my penis, tugging my own release free. Jerk after jerk of come shoots from my body and into hers, and nothing has ever felt so fucking good.

  Her hot little pussy continues to ripple, shooting hot pleasure from my balls to the tip of my cock.

  Poppy collapses on me, which must be uncomfortable for her, so I roll us to our sides. I can’t bring myself to leave her body, so I lift her leg over my hip, which keeps me inside.

  “Did being together feel more intense?” she asks quietly.

  I think about what she says, and I have to agree. “Yes. We were made for each other, babe.” I tap her on the ass.

  She moans and slowly wiggles her hips as Mr. Happy gets happier, going hard for round two.

  She lets out a husky laugh, which turns into a moan. "I'm not sure I can move if I'm honest." Her fingers dig into my arm as her pussy tightens and throbs.

  “You don’t have to move
. I’m going to love you from behind.” I give her a soft kiss and find it hard to move my lips. I trail them over her shoulder and down to her breasts.

  "They're extra sensitive now I'm pregnant," she admits, a slight blush on her cheeks.

  “Good to know.” I pull my cock free and hiss at the feel of her trying to keep me inside. Climbing over her, I toss the covers and settle behind. Wrapping a hand around my cock, I stroke, letting the head bob against her bottom. It doesn’t help that she wiggles and presses against me.

  Sliding a hand over her thigh, she lifts it up and over mine. I align our bodies and slide inside the welcoming heat. I can’t get as deep in this position, which I’m relieved about because any deeper and I’ll come in one stroke.

  “Jaxon,” Poppy moans. “I don’t want you to move.”

  I clench my jaw and breathe through the intense pleasure rushing through my body. My eyes trail down her back and land on the gorgeous twitching ass and, further still, to where half of my cock is shoved between her thighs. My pulse thuds hard as I slowly withdraw and watch myself slide right back in.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper the question against her ear as I plaster myself against her warmth while slowly rocking into her tight body.

  “More than okay. Are you?”

  “Oh, yeah!” I hug her close and struggle for breath when I tweak one of her rosy nipples, and she squeezes down. Intense pleasure shoots down the length of my dick, and I try to fight not to come.

  Poppy starts moaning and arching her back, taking all of my length. I hold still until she takes my hand and moves it down her body. My fingers trail lightly over her mound. In response, she grinds and rocks and pulses, and, the moment I slide my fingers between her wet pussy lips, lights explode behind my eyes. She moans, long and loud as her orgasm pulsed through her body, her sheath squeezing and massaging, dragging every last drop of semen from my dick.

  Even when our breathing becomes normal, and I feel a slight chill in the room, I don’t leave her body. My dick will slip free soon, and until then, I’m going to enjoy having the woman I fell in love with, in my arms. I smile against her shoulder while my hands move to caress our baby.

  “You and our baby mean everything to me, Poppy.” I breathe a kiss on her shoulder before reaching for the quilt. I pull it over us and continue to spoon against her curves with my hands on her belly. Her hands cover mine as I add, “I’m going to keep telling you until you believe me, and then I’m going to carry on telling you.” I kiss the nape of her neck and feel her shiver. “You’re my girl, Poppy.”

  She turns over and snuggles back into my arms, our legs tangled together. “You mean everything to me, too, Jaxon.” She blinks the tears away. “I missed you.”

  Kissing her sweetly on the lips, I cradle her closer and hold her while she falls into sleep.

  I join her.

  Eleven

  Poppy

  I watch Jaxon stretch lazily as he climbs from the car. He spots me watching him from the passenger seat and winks. His eyes darken as he watches me in return. I know he sees the sated look on my face that he put there. He’s probably filled with masculine pride right about now, and so he should be. The man is too sexy for his own good. I notice the women looking at him—I always have. However, it’s me he’s always looked at.

  “Hold that thought,” he grins, closing his door as he runs around the car.

  Slipping my hand into his, he tugs me out and into his arms as I tease, “So, what thought would that be?”

  He backs me up until I’m pressed against the car with his large body. He cups my face and whispers, “The dirty thoughts running through your mind.”

  I smirk and wrap my arms around his waist, my hands sliding under the back of his jeans and boxer shorts to the bare skin beneath. His eyes widen in surprise, but when I lightly scrape my fingernails over the bared skin, his cock becomes hard and insistent. Enjoying the power I have over this man, I lean in and whisper into his ear, “I have a lot of dirty thoughts running through my mind.” I nibble his earlobe and feel him shudder.

  Slipping out from the cage of his aroused body, I move toward the back entrance of Kenza, without moving my eyes from Jaxon. He’s breathing heavily with his hands resting on his hips while his eyes don’t leave me. “You are asking for trouble.”

  “As long as it’s from you, then I love trouble.”

  His eyes narrow as he moves toward me. Once he’s close, he wraps an arm around my waist and ushers me inside after using a code on the security panel by the door.

  As I move along the hallway, the music gradually gets louder until we’re in the central part of the club. Jaxon wanted to check on his brother after the earlier conversation at their parents’ house. I found Ryan easy to talk to, and our private words helped. I, too, sensed something bothering him.

  Jaxon is leading me toward the bar, but I don’t see Ryan. Neither does Jaxon as his feet start to slow once we get nearer. Then we spot him at the same time. He’s hidden toward the end of the bar with his gaze fixed elsewhere. He’s totally oblivious to anything that’s happening around him.

  I catch a frown on Jaxon’s brow as he moves me along the edge of the bar and closer to Ryan. A few feet away, I notice the girl Ryan has his eyes on. I should have known. The McKenzie men are rather intense once they set their sights on someone. The poor girl doesn’t stand a chance. She looks younger than Jaxon and has long red hair that shines like silk under the spotlights.

  Closer still, and I notice a red blush along her cheekbones. Oh, she’s aware of the way Ryan has focused on her. Jaxon, of course, doesn’t realize what’s going on, not even when he lifts me onto a tall stool at the bar and then proceeds to lean on the black granite bar while waiting for his brother to notice us.

  Ryan doesn’t pay us the slightest bit of attention.

  Jaxon becomes irritated, so I distract him with a nudge into his side. I direct my gaze to the girl and his brother, and back again until I see the light bulb go off in his head. Jaxon looks between the two of them a few times and starts laughing.

  It’s the laughing that finally moves Ryan’s attention to us.

  He blushes and coughs before moving toward us with only a slight hesitation in his step. “Two nights in a row,” he comments. “What have I done to deserve this?” he drawls, casting a sidelong glance toward the girl.

  “Who’s the girl?” Jaxon asks while I cringe.

  Ryan, for all his friendliness, I think, is actually a shy guy when it comes to someone he really likes.

  “What girl?” he asks, but only after casting another glance toward her.

  Jaxon rolls his eyes and laughs before a frown appears. “I’ve seen her before.” He taps a beer mat while the clogs turn in his head, and then he announces, “She was Alexander’s date for New Year at Aunt Lily’s and Uncle Michael’s before he got together with Rachel. I can’t remember her name.”

  “Gretchen,” Ryan says immediately. “Leave it.”

  Taking pity on him, I change the subject, “How long have you been managing Kenza?”

  If I’m not mistaken, he offers me a smile of relief. “Around five years.” He shrugs. “I’m a people person. I’m also able to tune out the music, so it doesn’t bother me. It bothers Jaxon and Sofia after a while.” He places bottles of water in front of us. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  I turn to Jaxon. “Doesn’t it bother you?”

  He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. “No. The nightclub isn’t my scene, doesn’t mean I’m not proud of what Dad built, or how Ryan runs it now.” His hands slide to my thighs, pressing them open. Once he’s moved between, he places his hands on my hips. “I love my job at McKenzies.” Pausing, he kisses my lips. “I’m going to take you back there tonight. I want to have you all to myself.”

  My heart beats rapidly, and I only have eyes for him. “I’d like that too, but won’t your parents’ be disappointed?”

  “Mom will be until Dad refreshes her memory about the fin
er points of a new relationship or an old one in their case.”

  I chuckle. “I remember you telling me about your family when we were in Boston. You have a large one while I have my brother.”

  A mischievous sparkle enters his eyes, and I know exactly why. Telling him he has a large one no matter the context, has sent his brain to his penis.

  He coughs and smiles as he says, “David?”

  “He’ll come around.” I slip my hand up inside of his shirt and watch as his breath catches, and his eyes narrow.

  “Are you playing with me, babe?”

  “Hmm,” I murmur. “I feel alive being able to touch you when I want to.”

  “I won’t object to that. Just don’t shove your hands into the front of my pants, or it’s going to become embarrassing.” He grabs my bottom and tilts me forward until his erection is nestled between my legs. “You know what I mean?”

  I pinch his nipples before removing my hands and wrapping my arms around his neck. “I know exactly what you mean,” I whisper, enjoying nibbling on his earlobe, or more, his reaction.

  “Can you two—” Ryan leans close, “—please not have sex on my bar?”

  Giggling, I bury my face in Jaxon’s chest.

  “You need to get laid,” Jaxon comments.

  “And you need to take your girl home,” Ryan says as I peep at him, he grins. “Otherwise, I’ll call Dad.” He winks, moving away.

  “What do you say? You want to go and get naked?”

  “You are so sweet.” I slip from the barstool, rubbing down the hard ridges of his tight body.

  He puts me in front of him and keeps an arm around my belly as he pushes me through the crowd. Back in the hallway, he whispers, “How about dirty?" He growls. "Because as soon as we get home, I'm going to have your panties off, and you spread out before me like a feast." My core throbs as he continues, “Once I’ve eaten that little pussy, I’m going to slide my cock between those amazing breasts of yours.”