Confusion washed over him as the saddest look ever took away all of his giddiness. “But…?” He gave me his best attempt at a puppy-dog face.
“It’s too early, something could happen.” I put my hand on his cheek. “But, don’t worry. I am a nurse, so this little peanut is going to get the best care possible. I promise we will be able to tell everyone soon, ok?”
He nodded. “Fine.” His excitement rushed back as he grabbed my shoulders, kissing me hard. “God, I fucking love you so much!”
“I love you too,Daddy.” The word felt weird and amazing rolling off my tongue as it started to settle in: we were going to be parents.
“That has a nice ring to it.” Brayden’s tone shifted to lustful as his eyes narrowed. “Does this mean I am going to have to go easy on you?” He started to pull at my clothes and then his own.
I nipped at his neck. “I don’t think you’ll be tying me up or pulling the whips out any time soon, but we can still have sex. I’m not injured or anything.”
In the months, we had been together, we had come a long way from that first night we slept together. Slowly, Brayden had shown me just how much of a dominator he actually was. In doing that, we learned together, learned what worked and didn’t work for each other. The power and control we gave and took was simply beautiful in the rawest of forms.
“Tell me what you want, babe,” Brayden whispered in my ear.
“You’re going to lick my cunt until I come and use my wetness to lube yourself up then get behind me and fuck me in the ass.” Saying the commands out loud sent shivers down my spine.
“Yes, ma’am.” Brayden got off the bed, pulling my legs over the edge. Getting onto his knees, his lips kissed from my knee all the way to my tender flesh. He flattened his tongue, stroking my clit slowly. His nails dug into my thighs as he worked my throbbing bud perfectly. Softly sucking on my clit, he teased my opening with his thumb. “God, Karla, you’re so wet already.” He groaned.
My stomach started to knot up. “Oh fuck!” I cried, but not in a good way—in anI am going to hurlkind of way.
I rushed for the bathroom, practically running Brayden over to make it to the toilet in time.
As I hurled, Brayden sat down next to me, putting a cold wash cloth on the back of my neck. “Can I do anything to help?”
I glanced over at him, hoping the heaving was over. “Sorry.” I rested my head on the toilet seat.
Brayden sweetly rolled the back of his fingers over my cheek. “For what?”
I forced a laugh. “How sexy is this?”
He scooted closer to me, kissing my forehead. “Sweetheart, you’re pregnant. Doesn’t getting sick kind of come with the territory?”
“Yeah, but still.” I pulled the cool compress from behind my neck, holding it against my forehead.
“How about I order us a pizza and we sit on the couch all night watching anything you want?”
“Really? Anything?”Man, he really must be happy about this baby.Brayden was the master of the remote. It wasn’t like he didn’t let me pick things to watch, but he had total veto power if he thought something was too girly or sappy.
“Yes. Anything.” He helped me up from the floor and wrapped me in my favorite pink fluffy robe. “You just have to brush your teeth first.” He stuck his tongue out at me before heading back into my room to get dressed.
Chapter 15
Karla
Ridingin the elevator up to the penthouse that was Gavin Hayes’ home was more than just a little nerve-racking. It didn’t have too much to do with Gavin himself, but rather the fact that I was about to walk into a party with wall-to-wall professional athletes and their dates. It was also going to be the first night I got to meet Brayden’s teammates.
I felt like all eyes were on me as I walked into the crowded space. Within seconds, Brayden was scooping me into his arms, giving me a quick kiss.
“Hey, you.” He beamed down at me. “How was your shift?”
I laced our fingers together as he led me into the party. “Nothing too crazy, nothing to write home about.”
We took seats at the wet bar. A sweet woman with the most adorable pixie haircut and bubbly personality threw a bar napkin down in front of me. “What’ll it be, sweetie?” She shot me a toothy grin.
“Just a ginger ale, please.”
“Coming right up.” She opened a can of Canadian Dry and poured it into a cup over ice. “Here you go. I’m Jordan by the way.”