“You call other women beautiful. But you call me sweetheart. Why?”
Blaine smiled. That evil grin. That irresistible grin. “All women are beautiful. Beautiful when they’re naked. Beautiful when they’re on their knees, sucking me off. Beautiful with their ass in the air, taking it from me. Everyone so different and so beautiful. Makes me hard just thinking about it.”
Tempted, Jessa slid her hand between Blaine’s legs. He was getting hard…
“But you, Jessa, you’re different,” Blaine said.
“I’m not beautiful?”
“You’re a step above beautiful, whatever that is. You’ve meant more to me for years than I can ever actually explain. My memories are worth shit, but when you’re part of them, they’re worth keeping around. I don’t do this shit right here, sweetheart. I don’t talk. I fuck. I don’t hold a woman unless my hands are digging into their ass. When I’m done? I tuck my dick away and go find the next one to fuck. Okay?”
“This is you being romantic?” Jessa asked.
“This is me being me.”
“So I’m your sweetheart. And everyone else is still beautiful.”
“Exactly.”
“And how do I know you won’t fuck all those beautiful women out there?”
“Does it bother you?”
Jessa hesitated. “Yes. It does, Blaine.”
“How does it make you feel?”
“Jealous.”
“Why?”
“Maybe you’ll like them better. I’m not a stripper. I’m not some bar slut. I’m just a…”
“A woman in my bed. Carrying my child. Poking at my heart and making it feel alive again.”
Jessa started to blush. “But is that good enough for you?”
“I guess you’ll have to figure that out yourself.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“What the fuck do you think it means?”
“If this is real, Blaine, then there’s no cheating.”
“So… this is real?”
Jessa rolled away from Blaine. She looked down at her nude body. She was still wet. Her breasts were achy for Blaine’s touch. She touched her stomach. “Real enough, Blaine.”
“Then it’s real. Leave it at that.”
As Jessa opened her mouth to argue, Blaine kissed her. One kiss led to another and he started to press his body to hers.
He wanted it again.
“Hey,” Jessa said. Blaine kept kissing her. “I have… doctor… the baby…”
Blaine instantly stopped. His hand went to her stomach. “What’s wrong with the baby?”
“Nothing. I have to get checked.”
“Checked.”
“Yeah. Doctor asks me questions. I get an ultrasound done. Make sure the baby is growing. Listen to the heartbeat. Nothing big.”
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Let’s see… I waited… you came into the bedroom… you threw me to the bed, turned me around, and told me to beg for your cock. I wasn’t sure when it was appropriate to slip in that I had a doctor’s appointment. Before or after you come?”
“Goddamn, sweetheart.” He touched her face. “You’re getting to me.”
“Good. Now, can I have a ride to the doctor’s? Am I still not allowed to function in society?”
“Stop,” Blaine said. “You’ve been going to work. Just a lesser schedule.”
Which was true. Jessa hated to do it but she leaned on the pregnancy as her reasoning for needing to cut back her hours. Dr. Ashland understood. What was harder to explain was why someone dropped her off and picked her up. Or why two guys on motorcycles lingered around the office the entire time she was there.
“I’m going to go with you,” Blaine said.
“Really?”
“I have some business to take care of, but that could wait a couple hours. Jesus, sweetheart, let me know when you have these appointments.”
“Okay,” Jessa said. “Well, I should soon.”
“Is my, uh, stuff going to cause a problem?” Blaine asked. “You’re a little full right now.”
Jessa snorted. “Shut up, Blaine. I’ll go to the bathroom.”
Jessa rolled off the bed. She stood and felt hands clamp at her waist. She was pulled back to the bed, her back resting to Blaine’s chest.
His lips touched her neck. He kissed up to her ear and nibbled. “I’m going to kiss you until your pussy leaks everything, everywhere.”
His right hand slid around and cupped her breast. His rough hand slid along her tender nipple. She thrust her chest and put her head back, groaning.
“What time is the appointment?” Blaine whispered, his hot breath spreading across her neck.
“Hour.”
“How far away?”
“Twenty-five minutes.”
“Good. We have plenty of time.”
Blaine’s other hand slid around and down, moving right between Jessa’s legs. She looked down and watched as Blaine pressed two fingers against her folds. He curled his fingers and then thrust them inside her.
Jessa groaned.
Fuck, Blaine, please don’t fuck any other women… I think I’m in love with you.
twenty-five.