Knocked Up By the Jerk by Loni Ree
Livie
My parents aren’thappy I’m moving across the country, pregnant and unmarried, but they understand. It takes another month for me to organize everything. I’ve worked as an accountant at my dad’s firm since college. He doesn’t want me to leave the family business, so we arrange for me to work remotely from Spring.
I’m suffering from morning sickness and missing my man. We talk every day, but it’s not the same as being near him. Fletcher and Mason fly here and drive the moving truck to Spring. I fly to Florida alone, worrying about them. The three days I’m in Florida without my honey drag by. My sister takes me shopping and shows me around, trying to distract me, but it only works for a small amount of time. Since my new house is empty, I stay with Bridgett until my belongings arrive. I’m a little jealous of my twin. Hell, I’m insanely jealous. She’s married, pregnant, and settled while my life is still up in the air.
Mason and Fletcher pull in late in the evening, and we decide to wait until morning to unload the truck. I’m unable to resist when Mason asks me to stay at his house for the night. Even though we’ve lived thousands of miles apart for the last month, our relationship had grown and strengthened. I’m ready to jump in with both feet and see where it leads.
In the dark, his home is a large, imposing shadow, but I’m able to tell it’s beautiful. He pulls into the circular driveway and a light comes on. The brightness allows me to see most of the white, Dutch Colonial home. “Wow,” I gasp. “This is a huge house.”
Mason glances over at me and shrugs. “I inherited some money when my grandfather died and wanted to invest in something for the future.” We haven’t discussed our finances, but it was obvious from the first time we met that he doesn’t depend solely on his police chief’s paycheck. From the looks of his house, Mason is very comfortable financially. A sudden thought pops into my mind. No wonder he’s leery of women. He doesn’t want to give his heart to a gold-digger.
When we step out of the truck, I hear the sound of waves hitting the shore and smell the salty, sea air. Turning to Mason, I ask, “How close is the beach?”
“I’ll show you tomorrow.” He takes my hand and leads me in through the front door. “Right now, I need you.” He slams it shut with his foot and smiles down at me. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too.” I lean up and place a kiss on his chin. “Now, make it up to me.” He doesn’t need another invitation. I squeak when he lifts me against his chest and rushes up the winding staircase. I only get a brief glance at the dim interior, but I don’t care. There will be plenty of time to look around later.
He carries me through the large French doors at the top of the stairs. After setting me on my feet, he steps back and pulls his shirt over his head. I bite my lip and stare at his massive, muscular chest. He begins to slowly circle his hips while reaching down to lower his jeans. “Sit on the bed and enjoy the show.”
I follow his instructions and drop onto the navy-blue comforter. I’m not sure I take a breath the entire time he slowly strips the rest of his clothes off. After tossing his pants aside, he prowls toward me, and I watch his huge erection bounce against his stomach. “Wow,” I manage to gasp past my dry lips.
He wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m glad you approve.” Worry flashes through his deep blue eyes for a second, and he pauses to ask, “Is this okay?”
After I assure him this won’t hurt our little one, he winks at me. “Then hold on for the ride of your life.” I gasp when he pulls my loose t-shirt over my head. Before I know it, he makes quick work of removing the rest of my clothes, and I find myself sitting naked on the side of his bed. I run my hands along the taut skin on his hips and reach around to give his firm rear end a little squeeze. “You’re distracting me,” he growls against my lips, leaning down. After he pushes me back to lie on the bed, his lips close around one of my sensitive nipples, and he slowly crawls over me.
His cock leaves a trail of wetness on my skin, and I feel my own juices coating the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs open, and he settles between them. “I’m going to take my time and taste every inch of you.” My hand slips down to wrap around his monster erection. I give his hardness a little squeeze, then begin to slowly stroke him. “I’ve fantasized about your touch every second since we met. My dreams don’t come close to the reality,” he groans against the side of my neck.
He places small kisses along my collarbone before making good on his promise to taste me. I nearly combust as his lips move along my over-heated skin.
He pauses to toy with both of my nipples, and lights dance behind my closed eyelids. I run my fingers through his thick blond hair as he progresses further down my body. He places a small kiss below my belly button, and my heart overflows with love. He whispers to our child before running his tongue over the top of my pussy. When he leans down to slide his tongue up my slit, his fingers grip my legs tightly. I arch my back and cry out his name as an unexpected orgasm blasts through me.
He slips a finger into my quivering core and prolongs the aftershocks. I nearly lose consciousness when his thumb caresses my clit. He softly bites my inner thigh and presses two fingers deep into my wet center. The sensations overload my senses, and my mind goes blank. Mason sucks on my clit while fucking me with his fingers, and when another tiny orgasm trickles through me, I forget about everything else.
I open my eyes to find him looking down at me. “I love you,” he whispers against my lips before sliding his hard erection into my wetness. When he begins to thrust forward, I dig my heels into his firm backside. There’s no pain this time. I feel full and stretched to the limit, but those sensations send little sparks of electricity along my nerves.
If my brain was working, I might be embarrassed by the wet slapping sounds filling the room. Instead, I dig my nails into his shoulders and enjoy the ride as he thunders into me.