 Photo by Travis Grossen on Unsplash  Chapter 1
JAX Clearing my station, I stretch, yawning as I stand. I have no idea what Trouble has planned, but I’m off work for the next two days, so I hope to catch the game tonight. As I wave to Keith, Cockerel appears from Kayley’s piercing room, jerking his head at me. My eyebrows shoot up, as do Keith’s, and I walk over to him. “Got a second?” Cockerel’s eyebrow raises, and he jerks his head again, this time at the very back door leading through to the one room I’ve never walked into. “Uh, sure.” Curious, I follow Cockerel into the backroom. The door has an ominous Keep Out sign, and it’s locked with a key. Cockerel gestures for me to do in first, kicking the door shut behind him. This is the room the Wild Hawks MC uses for their illegal poker games, so I’ve never been back here. It’s cozy, with a makeshift bar and five round tables. Cockerel drops down into a chair at one of the tables, gesturing for me to sit across from him. I lower myself hesitantly into the chair, wondering what this is about. As far as I know, I haven’t received any complaints – I don’t think I’m about to be fired. Fuck. I hope I’m not about to be fired. “You’re not being fired,” Cockerel smirks, reading my face correctly. Thank fuck. “Good. I’d leave San Remo before I went to work for Hal fucking Grossman.” Cockerel snorts. “I’d never do that to you, man.” “So, what’s this all about?” Sighing, Cockerel places both hands on the table in front of him, drumming his tattooed fingers. “You like it here?” He squints across at me. Uh, yeah? “No complaints. The hours are better than ever.” I shoot him a grin, and he chuckles, nodding his head. “You’ve always put in whatever work was required, no complaints. I like that about you.” I don’t think I’ve ever had such high praise from Cockerel. I wonder what has brought this on. Kayley’s pregnant. Maybe he’s getting all sappy about that shit? “When you started this place and brought me on, you had a vision. I agreed with it. I wanted it to succeed.” It’s the fucking truth. I had applied for a job at the Downtown parlor a week before Cockerel stopped working there. My interview for Hawks Ink was conducted by Cockerel with fucking bandaged hands – so I was never going to accept a job for Grossman. Not after what he did to one of his artists. “I know you did. This has been a long time coming, but you fucking earned it years ago. I’ve just never been in a position to offer it before.” My eyebrows are disappearing under my hair. In a position to offer what? Cockerel takes one look at my face and snorts. “I’ve cleared it with the club. Apparently, Buster, Palmer, and Merch went into bat for you when they took it to a vote. Smart of you to get those boys onside.” Uh, I’m not joining the club. That’s not happening. “I want to offer you a share in the parlor.” “A…what?” Did he really just say that? Holy fucking shit. “A share. Ownership. You, me, the Hawks.” “You’re diluting your share? For me? Seriously?” Cockerel snorts, flipping me off. “Fuck off, man. I’ve poured my soul into this place. I’m not diluting shit. The Hawks are diluting their share. I’d keep my thirty percent. You’d have fifteen percent. They’d have the rest.” Fuck me. Those boys really must have gone to bat for me. The parlor has to have turned into a little cash cow for them. Wrinkling his nose, Cockerel smooths his hands over the table. “I argued for twenty percent, but they didn’t want to cede a full half of the business.” “Fifteen percent is more than I ever imagined,” I tell him truthfully. Cockerel nods, a grin breaking across his face. “So, you’re in?” “Yeah. I’m fucking in.” “Good. The Hawks will have their lawyer draft up a contract. You got a lawyer?” “No. But Ari’s parents might know someone.” “I’ve got one. You can use them.” “Yeah. Sure.” “You in shock?” “Yep.” Cockerel laughs, standing and offering his hand to me. Shoving to my feet, I seize it eagerly. “Thanks for this. Really. You won’t regret it.” “I know.” Cockerel nods, dropping my hand. “You’ve more than proved yourself. You’re ready.” Holy shit. I need to call Charlie. And I need to call Ari. ARIEL “Did you get them?” Lacey’s hissed words float over the stall. “Yeah.” The door opens, and she peeks out, looking frantic. I hold up the box of five pregnancy tests Lacey had me buy from the pharmacy. “Relax. It’ll either be positive, or it won’t.” Lacey shoots me a look of pure venom. “I can’t be pregnant! We decided we didn’t want kids for a few years.” “Buster loves you. If you’re pregnant, he’ll deal with it.” “I don’t want a baby for a few years either!” Okay. Well, now I can see why she’s stressed. She snatches the box off me, tearing it open with shaking hands. I pluck up the instruction booklet as Lacey stares ashen-faced at the plastic wand. “Uh. You take the little blue lid off, pee for like two seconds, and then stick the end under the stream. Then you replace the cap and wait five minutes.” Lacey is already peeing while I stand here. She does three in a row. “Three?” “Yeah. No fucking false readings for me.” “Okay.” She caps them, placing them on the toilet cistern. Tugging her panties back up, she flushes the toilet and starts to pace, staring at the timer on her phone. My eyes dart to the box, with two tests remaining. What the hell. I’m just standing here waiting. I snatch one, taking it to another stall. “What are you doing?” Lacey frowns over at me, pausing in her pacing as her eyes tear away from her phone. “Solidarity testing.” Lacey’s laugh doesn’t sound very convincing. I follow the instructions, capping the test and washing my hands. “So, what would you do if it’s positive?” Lacey glares over at me and sighs, shrugging. “Look at real estate websites. We live in a one-bedroom house.” Oh yeah. That’s something to think about. Shit. They say having a baby is expensive – having to buy a whole new house sure is pricey. The dinging of the timer distracts us both. All the blood drains from Lacey’s face, and she practically sprints into the stall, fumbling as she snatches up all three plastic wands. “Negative,” she breathes, relief and hope creeping into her tone. “Negative. Negative. Oh, thank fuck.” A sob bursts from her, and I rush over, folding her into my arms and holding her tightly. “There. See, everything is going to be okay. Nothing to worry about.” “Yeah,” Lacey sniffs, wiping her eyes and shoving the negative tests into her purse. “What does yours say.” I laugh, stepping away from her to go back to my stall. “Well, it’ll say negative since I’m not the one worried about being pregna -.” My eyes land on the test. Two blue lines. Fucking hell. “Gorgeous?” Lacey’s head peers around the stall door as my words cut off. In disbelief, I pick up the test, turning and holding it out to her. Lacey’s eyes drop to it, widening as she takes in the two blue lines. “Oh.” She holds out the box. “Try the last one. Just to be sure.” “Yeah.” Swallowing, I snatch the last test out of the box, peeing and capping it. Lacey starts her timer again, watching me with wide eyes as I resume her pacing path. “What are you going to do if you’re pregnant?” she asks softly, throwing my question back in my face. “Buy a bigger condo?” I suggest. Crap. Tears well in my eyes. “Jax and I haven’t talked about kids.” “You think he wants them?” “I don’t know! He’s excited about Charlie and Margot’s baby.” “That’s a good sign.” “That’s a baby two and a half thousand miles away!” I wail. Lacey is across the room, her arms tightly around me in two seconds. “Breathe. Freaking out won’t be good for a baby. If it exists.” Her phone beeps and I break out of her hold, hurrying into the stall and snatching the wand. Positive. “Gorgeous?” “Two blue lines.” “Okay. Let’s get out of the bathroom.” “Okay.” I trail Lacey out of the bathroom, clutching my two positive tests. She steers me into the staff room and down onto the couch. A bottle of water appears in front of my face, and I take it absently. You know, I never imagined – if I ever imagined finding out I was pregnant – that it would happen in the bathroom of the Hawks Nightclub. “How are you going to tell Jax?” Lacey asks, curling up on the small couch beside me, hooking her leg over my knee. “I don’t know. Something sweet.” Shit. I have to tell Jax. What if he freaks out? What if he’s not ready? What if I’m not ready? “You could get balloons?” “Can you buy surprise! I’m pregnant balloons without a special order?” “Hmm, probably not. You could make him a nice dinner?” “I did that when I got my job.” “Oh. Boring to do it again. You could buy a cake. They should be able to just write on it.” That’s a good idea. Jax likes cake. “There’s a nice bakery in Downtown. Did you want me to come with you?” “No. I can do it. You have to get ready for work anyway.” “Okay.” Lacey throws her arms around my shoulder. “Call me if you need anything, okay?” I nod, feeling both excited and anxious. Of course Lacey is all helpful now she knows she’s not the pregnant one. Chapter 2 JAX Climbing into my truck, the grin stretches across my face. A fifteen percent ownership share? Fuck yeah. I reach for my phone, my finger hovering over my contacts list. I want to tell Ari in person, but I don’t know if I want Charlie to know before Ari. I mean, this affects Ari, so she should know first. Right? The decision is taken out of my hands when my phone begins to ring, Ari’s name flashing up on the screen. I swipe to answer, smirking as I hold it to my ear. “Checking up on me, huh?” “Oh. Are you working late? I thought you finished at six?” “I did. Had to talk to Cockerel about some things. I’m just leaving the parlor now. Where are you?” “Oh… I’m at home.” Ari sounds distracted. My eyes narrow. Distracted with Ari usually means something happened. “Uh… we might need a new oven.” A new oven? What the fuck? I knew that tone meant something. “I’ll be right there, Trouble,” I growl, my tires squealing as I slam my foot on the gas, tearing out of the parking lot. “Okay.” Her voice is small, the call cutting out as she hangs up. Jesus Christ. What the fuck could Trouble have done to the oven? There’s a spot right near the front door, thank fuck. I pull into it, shoving out of the cab and slamming the door as I jog inside. This time, there are no firefighters, so it can’t have been too bad. Hopefully. “Trouble?” I kick the door shut behind me, calling out as I stride through the living room, beelining for the kitchen. “In here.” Her voice floats out of the kitchen. I get to the wide, arched doorway, and my footsteps falter. Ari is kneeling beside the oven, which is full of fire-suppressant foam. A small fire extinguisher is sitting next to Ari on the floor, and she’s attempting to scoop the foam into a bucket. After Ari accidentally managed to set fire to the building’s laundry room down in the basement, I insisted on buying s small fire extinguisher for our kitchen. Thank fuck I did. I slide to my knees beside her, my hands skating over her hair, face, and clothes, checking for burn marks. “I didn’t get burned,” she says absently, brushing my hands away. Frowning, I turn to the mess, taking the ladle off her and resuming her scooping. “What happened?” “I was baking. I got distracted. I must have set the temperature higher than I thought.” She sounds upset. Curling an arm around Ari’s shoulder, I tug her against me, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’s fine, Trouble. We’ll sort it.” “You’re not mad I destroyed the oven?” Maybe I should be, but there are mitigating circumstances tonight. “You called me for help. That makes me not mad.” Ari nods, grabbing another ladle and helping me scoop. Eventually, my spoon hits something that isn’t foam. Reaching in, I brush some foam away and pull out a burned lump. “What was it going to be?” I frown, twisting it to look from different angles. “A cake,” Ari sighs. “I was going to buy one, but they were closing and said they couldn’t get one done today. I didn’t want to wait.” “Why a cake?” Seriously. We don’t normally have cake. I mean, I have something to celebrate, but I haven’t told her yet. Ari looks sheepish. “I was going to write we’re having a baby on it.” I blink down at her, my mind completely blank. Ari is staring up at me, looking worried. Finally, her words penetrate, and all my thoughts come rushing back at once. “You started a fire while you’re pregnant?” I choke out, dropping the cake, which hits the ground with a thud. My hands start checking her again, making sure she’s okay. “I’m fine, Jax,” she laughs as I tug her into my arms, burying my face in her hair. A baby. Holy fucking shit. Imagine two of them. Getting into all those messes. I’m going to have to get a GPS bracelet for her or something, and like, a GPS pacifier for the baby. Yeah. Maybe Strafe will know where to get one. His wife’s all techy. ARIEL Jax’s arms are like steel bands around me, his face nuzzling in my hair. I can feel his heart where my shoulder is pressed against his chest. It’s beating fast – like how mine was when I found out. “Are you okay?” I ask him. His face moves against the top of my head like he’s nodding. One of his hands moves to stroke my stomach – which doesn’t look any different yet. “More than okay, Trouble.” “I know we haven’t discussed having kids….” I trail off, not sure what else to say. Jax lifts his head, cupping my jaw with both hands and tipping my face back so his eyes can search it. “Are you okay with this?” You know, I wasn’t sure. Until I was picking the color of the writing on the cake. As soon as I was working out what to write on it, I was happy about this. I am happy about it. “I want this baby. Our baby.” A smile washes over Jax’s face, and he brushes a kiss over my lips. “I want our baby too, Trouble,” he murmurs. My hands grip his biceps as he deepens the kiss. Still kissing him, I climb into his lap, hooking my legs around his waist like a koala. Jax’s hands leave my jaw, snaking around me to hold me fast against him, his tongue lashing the inside of my mouth. “Fuck, I love you, Trouble,” he groans, holding me even tighter. “I love you too, Jax,” I gasp, my head tipping back as his lips tease my throat. Abruptly, Jax stops kissing me, his head lifting and glaring through the doorway to the living room. “What is it?” I ask, feeling a little whiny. I wasn’t nearly done kissing him yet. “Fucking Charlie was right,” he grumbles, still glaring out at the rest of the condo. Um, okay. I don’t really want to think about my big brother right now. Bit of a buzzkill, and we were kissing…. “We need to buy a bigger place.” Oh, yeah. “I did think about that,” I sigh, Jax’s eyes moving back to my face, softening as they do. “Can we afford it?” “Actually, yeah,” Jax chuckles, kissing the tip of my nose. “You aren’t the only one with big news tonight.” My eyebrows shoot up. What’s his big news? “Cockerel just offered me a fifteen percent ownership share in the parlor.” My mouth drops open. Jax looks smug and sounds excited. “Oh my god! Congratulations!” I tug his face back down to plant a kiss on it. We get carried away and start making out again. Jax finally lifts his head, smirking down at me. “Did you want another condo or a house?” My eyes search his. “A backyard would be nice with a baby.” “Yeah,” Jax grins down at me. “It would be. We can look at real estate tomorrow. Find our perfect forever home.” He hesitates. “Single level though.” My eyes search his, and a smile breaks over my face. Charlie. He’s thinking of Charlie visiting in his chair. “Of course. I’m not cleaning up and down stairs.” Jax snorts, grinning down at me. Hey, if we both have big news to share…. “We should have a cake to celebrate!” I squeal. Jax’s eyebrows shoot up, his eyes darting over to the still foamy oven. Oh. Yeah. “How about we have a nice dinner instead?” he asks wryly. Yeah. That’s better. Jax stands, my legs still around his waist, and carries me through to the bedroom. Kicking the door shut, he doesn’t set me down. Instead, he drops onto the bed, bringing me down on top of him. “Should we clean up the kitchen before we go to dinner?” I ask, gasping as Jax’s lips find my throat again. “Leave it. We’ll do it later.” “Okay. Should we get ready for dinner?” “Later,” Jax growls, his fingers sliding around the hem of my shorts. “I have another way I want to celebrate first.” His lips brush over my pulse point, his tongue darting out, swirling there as I moan. I’m on board with his idea of a celebration. I’ll die before I ever admit it to him, but Jax is usually right. The End.  Photo by Sarah Cervantes on Unsplash  Chapter 1
KAYLEY Knocking the door to my little yellow Mini shut with my hip, I scream as a skeleton pops out of a fucking hidden trap door in the grass, rattling and howling. A head appears over the hedge on the left, but Mr. Arnold laughs and ducks back down to his pruning when he sees I’m fine. Fucking Caleb. He warned me he went all out for Halloween, but this is just…nuts. Clutching the paper shopping bag to my chest, I stick to the paved path, my eyes darting everywhere, determined not to be scared into screaming again. I make it to the front door unassaulted, fumbling with my key and shoving inside, my whole body tense. My eyes squeeze shut, but there are no untoward sounds. Peeking out, I relax, my breath leaving me in a relieved whoosh. Our house looks normal. White walls, covered with their graffiti art, clean lines of the pine floors. One of our wedding pictures is hung over the sideboard where I drop my keys, and I grin up at it, loving the way I’m seated in my gorgeous dress on a low brick wall with Caleb hovering over me, grinning down at me, looking for all the world like he just won the lottery. My eyes find the clock on the wall between the kitchen island and the wooden dining table. The center of it is three metal gears, moving as the two hands move. The numbers on the outside are roman numerals. Caleb had to teach me how to read it - I’d never used an analog clock before. Now, it’s one of my favorite art pieces in the whole house. Three o’clock. Crap. I’m running out of time. Caleb finishes at six. Placing my bag down on the kitchen island, I pull everything out, including the yummy brownies from Lena, tucking them out of sight - I have a snacking problem these days. I pull out the ingredients, carefully follow Lena’s handwritten instructions, and place the dish in the oven. Opening my phone gallery, I tap on the save picture, propping it on the table as I attempt to re-create the fancy table setting with all Caleb’s matchy-matchy dinnerware. Frowning, I step back and sigh. I don’t think I got the triangle of glasses right, but it will have to do. I have less than an hour to shower and get ready. Dinner is still cooking nicely, so I clean up my mess, shoving the shopping bag in the trash and retreating to the bathroom. I light the scented candles Nan assured me would settle my nerves - and my stomach - stepping into the shower. I just want everything to be perfect. Is that too much to ask? COCKEREL “Enjoy your weekend, man!” I wave over my shoulder to Keith, but he’s already bent back over the calf he’s tattooing. A newbie - they always go for Keith - there’s just something about him they feel they can trust. It’s one of the reasons I hired his gossipy, prankster ass. Camila nods to me as well, turning back to smile at her customer as Ray rings them up. Camila was a good addition - her cartoon skills are second to none in this part of the state. Jax is at home. It’s one of his days off. Harvey is drinking coffee, chatting with one of the Wild Hawks who are hanging around getting ready for the illegal poker game that will be happening in the back room tonight. The second I’m out the door, I stride around to the staff parking lot, shoving the parlor and my employees out of my mind. I’m getting better at compartmentalizing all that shit. For almost ten years, my whole world was the parlor. Fuck, I worked seven days a week in the early days. I told Jax he didn’t need to as well, be he was as much all in as I was. Hiring Keith meant we could all do six days, and bringing Harvey on brought us back to five. Camila’s addition means five eight-hour days. Fucking perfect for where I am with my life right now. The Hawks weren’t the demanding ones. I was. They would have been happy to pony up the cash to pay for extra artists if I had asked and the takings didn’t cover it, but I was too proud to ask for that shit. So were Jax and Keith. Now we are making fucking bank, I make sure I pay them their fair share. Hell, I’m considering offering Jax a part share. He earned it ten years ago, and the Hawks like him. Fuck. I’m thinking about the parlor again. Compartmentalizing is a work in progress. Kayley’s Mini is parked in the driveway. I smirk at it, pulling in behind it. I fucking showed her how to work the automatic garage door, but she either forgets or is too nervous about using it. Chuckling, I hit the opener attached to my sun visor, shoving out of my truck and jogging over to her car. I have her spare key on my keychain, so I slide in, parking it on one side of the double garage, driving my truck in beside it. There’s a door into the house, but I close the garage and walk across the lawn, grinning at the waving skeleton. Kayley hates Halloween stuff, but I’ve always loved it. I’m going to catch an earful when I get inside. This would have scared the ever-loving shit out of her. Resetting the jump scare trapdoor, I jog to the front door, bracing myself for a berating as I step through the front door. Annoyed, snappy comments do not meet me. No. I’m met by soft jazz and low lighting. Flickering low lighting. Stepping into the space, I blink at the candles and the sight of Kayley looking fucking amazing as she serves up a mouthwatering dinner. “Hey.” She smiles softly across at me. I tear my eyes away from the fancy set up at the table - like something from one of those restaurants we went to in LA - my eyes landing on her. “You look incredible, doll,” I breathe, loving how her cheeks heat at the compliment. “This all looks and smells amazing. Just let me go wash up.” Kayley nods, turning back to the kitchen. As I make my way through to the bedroom, I catch sight of the plate of brownies and grin, holding my chuckles until the bedroom door is firmly closed behind me. I bet they’re from Lena. Kayley fucking sucks at baking. She Burns the brownies every time. Chapter 2 KAYLEY Caleb emerges from the bedroom, looking gorgeously handsome. I bought a new sundress for this, and my hair and makeup are on point. He’s matched me by changing from his jeans and Hawks Ink T-shirt into slacks, and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. So yummy. He holds out my chair, and I have to giggle, ducking my head. What can I say? I married a gentleman. He takes his seat, tapping his beer bottle against my glass of sparkling apple juice. “What’s the occasion, doll?” I arch an eyebrow, eyeing him carefully. “Do I need a reason to spoil my husband?” “No.” Caleb grins at me. “But you usually have one.” Flipping him off, I plate up our meals, handing his over. He takes a bite, moaning as his eyes flutter closed. “Whatever you did to this chicken, it’s amazing.” “It’s Lena’s recipe,” I mumble, toying with my fork. Caleb drops his, reaching over and gripping my hand until I look up at him. “Did you cook it?” “Yes.” “Whatever you did to it, it’s amazing.” A flush covers my cheeks. I need to get better at taking compliments. Usually, I’m okay when Caleb compliments me - as long as the compliments are in bed - anywhere else…I’m working on it. “How was the parlor today?” Caleb glances over, taking another sip of beer before chatting about his clients, the other artists, Ray. I only pierce four days a week, and I’m usually fully booked, trying to squeeze in walk-ins. I offered to do a fifth day, but Caleb was adamant about me having time to myself without him around. I’m not about to complain - I love it. I’ve never had not to hustle, and it’s so nice just to relax or catch up with Nan. Caleb insists on clearing the table, and I fetch the plate of brownies, Caleb’s eyes lighting up. If there was one thing I could change about myself, it’s my lack of baking ability. But Caleb always says that it’s a good thing, or he would be the size of his truck. Maybe he’s just being nice, but that’s okay. “There has to be a special occasion for these,” Caleb teases. There is. But as I open my mouth, the words stick on my tongue. “Nope.” I fake a grin. Caleb watches me carefully but shrugs, digging into his brownie. I toy with mine, chatting about my lunch with Nan. COCKEREL Something is going on with Kayley. She says there is no special reason for this dinner, but I know that’s a lie. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. Or I’ll get sick of waiting and take her to bed and tease her until she cracks. Either way, I’ll find out, and I’m not opposed to option two. It’s very enjoyable for both of us. “I’ll clear. You drink your champagne.” Kayley smiles, nodding as she reaches for her glass, sipping it as I clear the table, covering the leftovers, and cleaning the dishes. Finally, I collect her empty glass, put it into the dishwasher, and tug her into my arms. “I like this new sundress,” I murmur, my fingers skating along the low neckline. “It makes your tits look even more fantastic than usual.” Kayley gets the giggles at that for some reason. Grinning, I slide my fingers into her thick hair, swept up in a pretty bun, securing her head and lowering my mouth to tease her lips. She tastes sweet, not really like champagne. It must be a new brand she’s never bought before. Kayley’s not a big drinker, but my mom got her onto champagne. They even had a girl’s tasting weekend. I wasn’t invited. God, that was fucking boring without Kayley here. I worked. Gave the others an extra day off that week. I couldn’t wait for her to come home. Lifting her up, Kayley’s legs hook around my waist. I break the kiss to blow out the candles on our way past - Kayley giggles the whole way - and take her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me. Dropping her on the bed, I grin down at her, slowly removing my clothes. Kayley licks her lips, reaching up for me. Knocking her hand out of the way, I grin wider at her pout. “Oh no, doll. You surprised me with dinner. Now it’s my turn to spoil you.” Her lips part, her eyes shining with excitement. “Yes, please.” Her breathy tone rips a groan from me. I need to taste her. Now. Quickly stripping her clothes off, I crawl onto the bed, tugging her legs apart and sliding my tongue through her folds. Kayley moans, her fingers tangling in my hair. My tongue teases her clit, soft swipes to the side, skirting the main event. “Caleb,” she whines from above my head. “I bought you brownies.” She did buy me brownies. I think that’s worthy of a quick orgasm. Nipping her clit, I plunge two fingers into her, working them at a fast pace as I lick her clit in earnest. She’s more than ready for the action, pressing her hips up, her fingers holding my head right where she wants me. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as she comes. Now she’s sated, I can take my sweet time worshipping the rest of her with my mouth. Just the way I like it. Kissing my way up, I stop at her tits. Fuck me. Maybe it’s the dim light here, but they look just as fucking amazing out of her new dress. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they had grown a size. “Caleb,” she moans, pressing her hips against my stomach. “You’re a needy thing tonight, aren’t you, doll?” “You’re teasing me. It’s not fair.” My eyebrows shoot up as I lift my head. I wasn’t, she just came, but if this is what she needs, I’m not about to complain about cutting the foreplay short. Kayley’s hand has found my dick, closing around it as she guides me to her pussy. I could get used to this new, forceful, take what she wants Kayley - as long as my usual Kayley still comes out to play sometimes. Sinking into her wet heat, I groan, my lips finding hers as I brace on my forearms, stroking firmly. “Is that what you wanted?” “Yes,” she moans, her head tipping back, her eyes fluttering closed. Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. I slide my lips up her neck, swirling my tongue and nipping with my teeth as she writhes beneath me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “C-Caleb!” she wails, bucking her hips as she comes. “I got you, doll.” Holding still, I let her ride out her orgasm before I start thrusting again, coming with a grunt. Rolling off her, I tug her into my arms, brushing a kiss to her temple. Kayley snuggles down in my arms, her fingers swirling over my chest in small circles. Chapter 3 COCKEREL Kayley is silent for about five minutes, still stroking my chest absent-mindedly, so I know she hasn’t fallen asleep. There’s clearly something on her mind. I wonder if it’s the same reason she surprised me with a fancy dinner. I’ve hit my limit with her holding back. It never takes me long. “Talk to me, doll. What’s going on?” Kayley sighs, lifting her head, propping up on her elbow as she looks down at me. She is chewing her lower lip, looking unsure. My eyebrows shoot up. It’s not like my Kayley to unsure about shit. I hope everything is okay. “If we needed more space, would we move or build an extension?” My eyebrows have almost reached my hairline now. “I thought everything was on track with the adoption?” Three of Kayley’s younger siblings are in the process of being adopted by their foster parents. The others are all over eighteen. I can’t imagine we’d need space for them. “It is,” Kayley mumbles. “It’s just a question.” Nodding, I toy with her hair, turning it over in my mind. I love this place. I love the location. I love the neighborhood. “I’d rather build an extension. But it would depend on how much space we needed. Like, a whole other level, or just a third bedroom?” “Just a third bedroom.” “Okay. An extension.” “Okay.” She nods, falling silent, looking at my chest, tracing circles on my chest. I don’t know what this has to do with dinner. Placing two fingers under her chin, I tip her head up until our eyes meet. “Is Mom kicking Dad out again, and we need permanent space?” It’s the right thing to say. Kayley rolls her eyes and giggles, relaxing a little bit. “No.” “Then what is it? You’re killing me here, doll.” Sighing, Kayley holds my gaze, her cheeks heating up. “I’m pregnant.” My mind goes blank. I gape at her, my eyes drifting down her body to focus on her stomach. Looks the same as always, though…my eyes move back up to her tits. This could explain those bad boys growing. “Caleb?” Kayley’s voice is small, scared. Shit. My eyes snap back up to her. A baby. Kayley and my baby…. KAYLEY Caleb looks like he’s been shocked into permanent silence. He finally lifts his eyes off my tits. The stunned look on his face changes as he processes my news slowly. I’m sure of it. I did two tests at Nan’s place. Both were certain. We don’t really have enough space here. I would want a spare bedroom for guests as well as a nursery. I like having an extra bedroom for when the boys have leave from the army and are back in town. Caleb’s eyes start shining, and his hand hesitantly reaches out, his fingers brushing against my stomach. “Holy fucking shit, doll. You’re sure?” “Yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper. Caleb’s hand lands on my belly properly, stroking as he reaches for me with the other one, cupping the back of my neck and bringing my head down until our mouths are fused together, his tongue demanding access. He kisses me hard and needy, finally releasing me, his fingers still stroking my stomach. “I’ll get the name of the Hawks go-to construction guys to start on the extension right away.” I stare down at him, blinking. “For the nursery?” “Yeah.” A huge grin crosses Caleb’s face. “For the nursery. Fucking shit. Mom! Do you think it’s too late to call her?” A tentative grin breaks across my face. He’s acting like a little kid on Christmas morning. That has to be a good sign. “Yeah. I think it’s a bit too late to call her.” Wow. He almost looks disappointed that he can’t share the news with everyone. “That’s okay. I’ll call her in the morning.” I giggle. Caleb’s eyes find mine at the sound, tugging me back down as he tucks me against his chest, stroking my hair. “What’s up, doll? Why are you so hesitant?” My breath catches in my throat. Of course he picked up on that. No one can read me like Caleb can. “What if I’m a bad mom? What if it’s genetic?” Caleb’s arms tighten around me, his lips moving against my temple. “It’s fucking impossible for you to be a bad mom, doll. Look at how you raised your siblings. Ask any one of them, and they’ll tell you how fucking amazing you were. You’re superwoman, and you’ll be superwoman as a mom too.” “You think so?” Warmth is spreading through me at the certainty in his tone. “Fuck yeah, I think so.” I giggle at the firmness. “Okay.” Caleb’s fingers cup one of my tits - they’re almost a full cup size bigger already. “How big do you think they’re going to get?” he asks excitedly, his thumb rubbing back and forth across my nipple, drawing a moan from me. “I don’t know, but don’t start something you can’t finish.” “Oh, trust me, doll, I’ll be able to finish,” Caleb breathes, his mouth finding mine. “But you’re on top. I don’t want to squish you both.” “It’s like, ten cells.” “On top, doll.” He taps my ass, and I giggle, sitting up and straddling him. I like this position. It’s not going to be much of a hardship. Caleb reaches up, cupping both my tits as I impale myself, sighing at the full feeling I will never get used to. “I love you,” he tells my tits. Nice. “My eyes are up here,” I laugh. Caleb doesn’t even attempt to drag his eyes away from my nipples, which he is stroking again, driving me to distraction. “I know. But I’m not talking to them right now.” The End. |
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