Loving Jacob (Breathless 5)

“Destiny, baby. You’re pregnant with my child?” He looked into my eyes that gave him the answer before he assaulted my lips again. “Junior and Montana are my kids, but I’m happy as hell that you’re having my first biological child.”

I wholeheartedly hated him for putting us in this position.

“Destiny,” he leaned his head back and looked at me again. “I will make this right.”

“How dare you get me pregnant only to let me down like this? I hate you! Our child has to be born without his father. Now, I have three children and two different fathers, and no husband.”

“I will be by your side every step of the way,” he said and the smile that played with his lips incensed me more.

He pulled me closer than close. His kiss was feral, his tongue dancing against mine, trying its best to remind me that we pledged to be soul to soul, heart to heart and body to body, forever and ever.

His arousal pressed hard into my waist, and treacherous juices gushed from my vibrating cove. Another renegade moan slipped from me. I hated…and loved him so much. In one swoop, Jacob picked me up into his arms.

My feet went flailing in protest of him trying to control a situation that he no longer had the power to control. I screamed and kicked, “No, no, no! Put me down,” while he apologized repeatedly from the bathroom to the bedroom.

He laid me on the bed and covered me with his tall frame. Jacob kissed me hungrily as he grinded into my pelvis.

“We’re having a baby,” he said with that brand-new father look on his face.

A mixture of hunger and disgust traveled through my being, with disgust fading with each passing second.

He disrobed me rapidly, then himself. Once we were free of any barriers, he held my hands high above my head, firmly pressing them into the mattress. His warm lips raked over the skin of my neck. He sucked my flesh into his hungry lips, leaving his mark without bias.

“I am not yours to leave marks on anymore, Jacob.”

My body betrayed my words as it came alive under his. Reckless moans slipped from the depths of my throat up through my lips as I undulated beneath him. He trailed kisses down my neck, chest and stopping at my stomach to lovingly kiss his seed, which was growing inside of me. He became relentless in his movements, circling his teeth around my nipples and biting down until I felt pain.

“I’m sorry, Destiny,” he whispered his hot breath in a trail to my mouth.

As much as I h

ated him, I couldn’t feel it at that moment.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t going to keep me, Jacob.”

He spread my legs wide, mounted me and entered me with one thrust, his shaft deep inside of me, punishing me for his transgressions. His lips forcibly took over my mouth as I lay helpless to the feeling of wanting my husband, but not wanting him all the same. He hammered into my tender flesh, exhibiting his need for what would be his one last time. His pounding drive into my aching pussy was enough to keep me completely submissive to his plunder.

Jacob growled from deep within and I couldn’t help but think about him in our home with her. So many tears flowed from my eyes and hit the covers beneath me wetting the bed with his senseless betrayal.

Jacob retracted from me, kissing my tears away. His breathing ragged, but the crease lines on his forehead ferocious.

His fist slammed down into the cottony sheets beside my head. He got up from the bed and pulled me up to hug me in his arms.

A flurry of “I’m so sorries,” and “I’ll never hurt you agains” brushed against my earlobe as I got dressed. Finally, I felt released from stronghold. Still, it wouldn’t be easy saying goodbye.

Chapter Seven

Destiny

Each passing day, I found it harder to forgive Jacob. I did go back to Miami with him, but after day three I moved out of our bedroom and into the guestroom. It took some hard negotiating for Jacob to let me leave our bedroom without protesting. He didn’t want me to leave our home altogether, so he gave me space.

However, three weeks after finding out that he slept with Justine, the Miami Herald printed an article stating that “Convicted Murder Justine Parker Claims to be Pregnant with the Heir to the Turner Enterprise.” I immediately began shipping my belongings back to Atlanta, after reading that article.

Justine had been sentenced to twenty-five years for the murder of her ex. DNA evidence and her lipstick being found on the scene was the nail in her coffin. Now, the murderous bitch was calling up news outlets telling them that she was pregnant with Jacob’s baby.

“Stay with me, Destiny. We can work this out,” Jacob said as he stood in the door of our master bedroom closet watching me pack.

I slammed my last suitcase shut with my mind reeling over how fast our love story had gone from everlasting to finished.