Only For Tonight, page 20
“Soon. I’ve also been avoiding his phone calls, as well as my mother’s. It’s just a matter of time before one of them just snaps and finds out where I am, and then shows up at the front door.”
“I mean, it’s too late now, the damage is done.”
“This is true,” I agree. “So what’s new with you?”
“Sadly, nothing,” she sighs. “I did volunteer to help with the hospital foundation and it’s going to be a bachelor auction that is happening this summer.”
“You love doing that,” I point out.
“I love doing anything that keeps me busy. But Trent is travelling a lot these days, and I’m lucky enough that I get to go with him occasionally.”
“That sounds like fun,” I tell her. “Are you going to be in my neck of the woods anytime soon?”
“I don’t think so, but if I am, you know I’ll be the one banging on your door.” Her voice then goes soft. “I have to go, call you later.” She disconnects and head inside to the bathroom. My eyes going over to his bedside table where he put the picture of the sonogram in a frame. I smile when I look over at it, putting my hand on top of my belly. He put one picture on the fridge, one in the living room, one in my office, one in the bathroom, and it’s now the screen saver of his phone. Every single time I turn around I find that he’s put it someplace else.
The shower turns off, just as I step inside. “Am I too late?” I ask him as he steps out of the shower and reaches for his towel.
“You are,” he confirms, wrapping the towel around his waist and covering one of my favorite parts of him. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Is that why you covered your dick, so I can unwrap it?” I walk over to him and kiss the middle of his chest that still has droplets of water. “Because I’ve seen that surprise many, many times before.”
He laughs. “That’ s not the surprise. It’s something else.”
“Ohh,” I reply, intrigued by this, “what is it?”
“I’ll tell you, but you have to be ready in an hour.” I step back.
“In an hour, but where are we going?”
“Palm Springs. I won the auction at the event, and I have the next two days off. So I thought it would be nice if we went away together.” He taps my nose. “Now, you have an hour.” He smiles. “Make it count.” He walks out of the bathroom and all I can do is stare at him. “Get to packing, Ari.”
I’m about to head to the shower when my phone rings. “One hour!” he yells from the bedroom and I look down and see it’s my father.
“Dad,” I answer the phone and then rush to the walk-in closet with my eyes big, pointing to the phone and showing him it’s my dad. “Hey,” I say, trying not to sound like I’m hiding in a closet with Jaxon and he caught me.
“Don’t you hey me, young lady,” he snaps out and Jaxon’s eyes go big, “I haven’t heard your voice in a week.”
“Three days,” I correct him. “You called me three days ago when I was walking on the beach.”
“Yeah, and you said you couldn’t hear me with the crashing of the waves, so you were going to call me back.”
“Oh, yeah.” I walk out of the closet and back to the bathroom to get ready. “I forgot about that.”
“Wow, so you go visit LA and all of a sudden you are too busy for us.”
“It’s not that.” I turn the water on to brush my teeth. “It’s the time difference,” I tell him and even he knows it’s a lame excuse when he groans. “I’m actually headed to Palm Springs today. What can I say, I’m living my best life here.”
“You must be,” he huffs out, “but would it hurt to check in with your parents?” His voice goes soft. “Just like a, ‘hey, guys, I’m alive and well.’”
“Sorry, Dad,” I say, wetting the toothbrush, “I promise to check in more.”
“Thank you. Now, I have to go. Your brother just came into the house and he has his equipment bag open and your mother is yelling at him.”
“Love you,” I say. “Call you tomorrow.”
“I’ll be waiting.” He disconnects and I look at myself in the mirror.
“He’ll be okay with the news.” I try to pep myself up. “It’ll be fine.”
“Are you packed yet?” Jaxon asks when he walks into the closet as I stare down at my open suitcase.
“What is taking you so long?” he asks me.
“Jaxon, you literally told me an hour ago that you want to take me to Palm Springs for two days since you are off,” I remind him, “and to pack a bathing suit.” I look over at him. “Which, by the way, I don’t have.”
“So we’ll pick one up on the way,” he offers, leaning against the doorjamb . “It’s not that big of a deal, Ari.”
“Isn’t a big deal?” I snap at him and get up from the floor. “It’s a big deal because it’s the first time we are going away together, and I’m not in swimsuit shape.” I look up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. These hormones are no fucking joke. Yesterday, I almost cried when he left home to go to work. Like he could call in sick and not show up to play a hockey game. It was dumb, but I spent the night lying in the bed on his side, so I could smell him.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You literally look the same as you did on day one.” He shakes his head. “Forget that you look even better than you did that first night. The way your body is changing to carry our child,” he groans out, looking at me up and down, as if I’m his next meal. “I’m going to have to keep knocking you up every single time.” He grabs his cock.
I gasp and put a hand to my chest, as if he just insulted me. “I most certainly do not.” His eyebrows pinch together. “These”—I point to my tits—“are definitely not the same.”
He smirks, winking. “Those are even better now. They were phenomenal before but now,” he growls, coming into the closet with me, bending and taking them in his hands. “Now they are a work of art.” He squeezes them together. “Do you want me to show you how much I love them?”
“Absolutely,” I start to say and his smile fades.
“You better not fucking say the word not after that.” He makes me laugh and I push him away from me, and he grabs my hand and brings it to his cock. “See how much I love them?”
“That isn’t helping. Look,” I say, turning to the side, “look at this.” I point to my little stomach that I just noticed this morning. “It’s getting—”
“Baby.” He comes to me, his voice soft. “You’re growing our baby in there.” He puts his hand on the little bump, that if I’m honest, looks like I’m going to have my period. Even the scale shows me at the same weight I was three months ago, which is strange since I think I gained ten pounds in each breast.
“That isn’t what you are supposed to say,” I groan. “You are supposed to say that it doesn’t even show.”
“Well, it doesn’t show,” he backpedals, “but even if it did, it’s fucking sexy.”
“I need you to go away,” I tell him and he shakes his head.
“Nope, not going to happen. Now I don’t even care if you pack or not. You can be naked for two days, that would be okay by me.”
I laugh. “Fine, give me five minutes”—I get back on my knees in front of the suitcase—“and I’ll be good to go.”
“Why are your things still in the suitcase?” he asks me and I look up at him, confused by his question.
“Last week you agreed to move in with me,” he reminds me, “and yet you’re still living in your suitcase.”
“Well, I’m technically supposed to go back home next week, so it’ll be silly to unpack and then repack.”
“Why are you repacking?” he asks me and I look at him.
“I don’t—”
“You go home without a suitcase since that stuff is staying here, and you bring back more stuff,” he explains. “That’s what it means to move in with someone.”
“Thanks for the TED talk.” I grab a couple of things and place them beside me. “I wasn’t sure how the whole ‘moving in with your baby daddy’ worked. Thanks for clearing that up.”
“Oh, I can’t wait,” he huffs.
“For what?”
“To shove my cock into your mouth so you stop talking,” he retorts and I fall to the side laughing.
“You did that already this morning,” I remind him.
“Well, when you ask stupid things, I have to resort to making you shut the fuck up,” he grumbles. “Like you asking me to pay rent? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
I grab the clothes beside me and look around his closet for a carry-on bag, finding one below his suits. “I’m moving in, shouldn’t I contribute?”
“Ari, you are already paying me back by carrying our child,” he deadpans as he helps me put my clothes into the bag. “Actually”—he looks around—“if you want, you can get back on your knees.”
“Jaxon, I thought you wanted to leave.”
“Baby,” he says softly, “if my cock is going to be in your mouth, I’m taking my time and enjoying it. There is no rush. Palm Springs is still going to be there if we leave five minutes later.”
“Good to know.” I walk to the bathroom with him following me. “Don’t you have some packing to do yourself?”
“I’m already packed and it’s in my SUV.”
“You’re not going to make me go faster,” I inform him as I pack my toiletry bag and he bends over me, his hands going to my breasts. “I’m especially not going to go faster if you keep doing that.”
“Baby, it’s nine a.m. and a two-hour drive where I won’t get my fill of you.”
“Somehow,” I toss over my shoulder, “I think you’ll survive.”
“I don’t know, it might be touch and go there for a second.” He kisses my lips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I turn in his arms and he grips my hips and lifts me onto the counter. “Why are you wearing pants?” he mumbles. “You should just wear dresses when we’re home.”
I laugh. “Okay, I’ll get right on that.”
“Okay, let’s go,” he urges, pulling me down, “so we can start on the vacation sex.”
“Because it’s going to be different from the sex we have here?” I ask him as I walk back to the closet and put my toiletries in the bag. “There, I’m done.”
“Are you not going to wear a dress?” He looks at me and I shake my head. “I’m just saying, if you want me to play with you in the car.”
I put my hand on my chest. “That is so thoughtful of you,” I goad, looking down at my outfit of tights and a long-sleeve sweater that is loose and shows a bit of my stomach. “I don’t know how I’ll survive”—I walk to him and put my hand on his chest—“but will you?” I cup his half-hard cock.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He looks into my eyes with a smirk.
“How much of this drive is highway?” I wink at him and walk out of the room.
“A lot of it!” he shouts as he follows me down the stairs and we head to the garage.
Once we are both inside, he puts the GPS on before opening the garage door and starting the car. “Give me a kiss.”
I buckle my seat belt and look over at him. “Ariella,” I retort, “can you please give me a kiss?”
“That’s what I said.”
“No.” I shake my head and lean over the console. “You demanded it.”
I don’t say more because he bends to kiss me. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he compliments softly before giving me another soft kiss.
He pulls out of the garage, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on. “I hope the baby has your eyes.”
“What?” He looks over at me, his reaches over the console and putting his hand on my leg as I slip my hand into his.
“The baby, I want the baby to have your eyes.”
“You like my eyes, baby?” he asks me and I smile at him.
“I do,” I admit, “very much.”
“What else do you like about me?”
“I’m not talking about sex with you when we’re discussing the baby.”
“Fine,” he gives in, “but I want her to have your eyes.”
“You want it to be a girl?”
He smiles. “Not really because…” He trails off.
“Because?” I ask him.
“Because, if we have a girl, she’ll probably look like you,” he replies and my back goes up straight, “and then I’ll be worried about all the boys trying to go after her.”
“Jaxon,” I say softly.
“But on the other hand, I want her to be smart like you and independent and perfect like you.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll give you road head,” I tease him, making him laugh.
“But I want it to be a boy,” I tell him. “I don’t know why; I just think I’m more of a boy mom. I want him to be just like you when you were younger.” He looks over at me for a second. “You were always kind and caring.” I bring his fingers to my lips. “And you always, always looked out for your sisters.”
“Well, I was the older brother. You were the same way with Brookes.”
“Yeah, but then he got annoying real fast.”
“Baby, the same thing happened with Tori and Kiera, but especially Tori,” he shares. “You just didn’t see me torture her, but when she finds out that you’re pregnant, she’ll tell you all the stories of why you shouldn’t have a baby with me.”
“But then she’ll tell me about the time when she was in middle school and there was a guy teasing her, and you showed up and roughed him up a little.”
“She told you that?”
“She did,” I confirm softly. “She also said that once your dad was out of town and they had the father, uncle, grandfather dance and you took her, and everyone was fawning over you.” He smiles. “You even bought her a corsage.”
“In my defense, my mother bought it for her.”
“Doesn’t matter, it meant the world to her”—I reach up and put my hand to the back of his head—“and that means everything.” He turns his hand and kisses the palm of my hand changing the subject.
“You’re twelve weeks,” he reminds me, “today.”
“I know, you put the calendar on the fridge.” I smile at him. “Which means I get to call and make an appointment with an OB/GYN.”
“So when are we going to tell everyone?” he asks me.
“I guess I can go to Dallas next week and tell them face-to-face.”
“I leave on Sunday and I’m supposed to come back on Wednesday night with the team, but I’m thinking I can go to Dallas and then we can tell them together.”
“Um,” I start to say, “you planned it out already?”
“Well, I looked at my schedule, and I thought about it a bit.”
“I’m nervous,” I admit to him.
“I know, baby.”
“Are you?”
“Well, my father knows”—he smirks—“but my mother, she might not be happy with me. It’ll be okay.” He brings our hands to his lips and kisses my fingers.
“You promise?” I ask him and he holds up his hand and sticks out his pinky and I do the same thing as our pinkies lock.
“Absolutely,” he says to me and I look at him while he smirks, making all parts of me tingle and my stomach flutter, “not.”
twenty-four
Jaxon
“Baby.” I lean my head back on the couch. “Come here.” I look at her head bobbing up and down on my cock, her hand working me at the same time. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She lets go of my cock and smirks at me. “You already did that today”—she goes back to sucking my cock—“this morning.”
“Ari, get up here.”
She gets off her knees from between my legs and gets on the couch beside me, wearing just her tank top in the middle of her torso. She is on her knees beside me as she crosses her arms in front of her to take off her tank. My hand goes straight to her pussy that I devoured right before she took my cock into her mouth. One hand on her hip, I slide my two middle fingers back inside of her. “Fuck, Ari,” I say, moving my fingers to her clit as she tosses her tank top with our shorts. My hand moves to her nipple and she grips my cock again and takes me back into her mouth. I groan as I play with her nipple and she works my cock with her mouth and hand. “That mouth.” I close my eyes. “Fuck, that mouth,” I snap and pull her on me. “Ride my cock.”
“Hmm,” she murmurs, letting my cock go and swinging a leg over me. She places one knee beside my hip, reaching in between us for my cock as she slowly slides down me. The heat and slickness of her pussy makes me groan, and when she gets to the base of it, she puts her hands beside my neck on the back of the couch.
“I feel so full,” she states, moving up and down my cock, “each time.” My hands go to her ass as I squeeze it. I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. “Yes,” she pants out, “you’re going to make me come.”
“Again.” I smirk, moving to the other nipple. “That’s it,” I encourage when she picks up her speed. “You need it, don’t you, baby?” She groans as she holds on to my shoulders to help lift her up and then falls back down on my cock. “What do you need?” I ask her, knowing exactly what she needs.
“I need—” she starts.
“You need me to fuck you hard?” I wrap my arms around her waist. “Pound into you like I’m going to split you in two?”
“Yes!”
“I need to take you to the bed,” I tell her, standing up with her on my cock. “You going to keep riding me until I get to the bed?”
“Yes,” she pants as I make it to the bedroom in no time.
I put one knee in the bed and then the other as she tries to move up and down but she can’t. “Jaxon.”
I place her back onto the bed and she loses my cock and then groans to let me know that isn’t what she wanted. “This pussy…” I move to suck her nipple into my mouth before licking back up to her lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her hand goes to my cock and brings it to her pussy. “Going to fuck you now, Ari,” I growl and she nods her head, as I put my hands on the bed beside her arms and slam into her. I pull back out and slam back in.
