Jayme & Tripp (Game Wardens 1)

Tripp hummed and shuddered in his seat, as if just the thought of it scared the hell out of him. Which it probably did.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. They headed back to the station, where he told everyone and their mother about Tripp and the gator. It was funny now that it was over, and nothing bad had happened. Tripp even laughed about it.

Jayme walked in the front door of his house with a heavy sigh. He was tired. He walked up the stairs to get a shower. When he walked into the bedroom, his wife was sitting on the bed, smiling seductively, wearing his favorite sexy little matching bra and panty set of hers. Even being as exhausted as he was, his cock took notice.

“You think maybe after you get a shower, you could do me?” Mallory asked, her voice low and sexy.

“Mmm, definitely.” Jayme hummed and hurriedly shucked his gear and clothes. He got a fast shower, and then took advantage of what his wife was offering.

He lay on his back next to his wife, panting after a good round of sex. He could feel her seething next to him. He knew why too. He pulled out and came on her stomach. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what she was trying to do. She was never waiting for him after work in just her underwear. She rarely ever came on to him. He was usually the one that came onto her. She was trying to get pregnant right under his nose.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Mallory snapped. “You never pull out. Ever!”

Jayme turned his head to look at her. “And you must think I’m stupid. We fought this morning about the whole baby thing, and then I come home to have you throw yourself at me. Gee, I wonder what you’re up to? Trying to get pregnant anyway, even though I’ve said no a million times? How dumb do you think I am, Mallory?”

“Why’d you even have sex with me then?”

“Because, it’s sex?” he answered incredulously. “God, what the fuck has gotten into you? Trying to trick me into having a baby? That’s fucking low.”

She laid there with her arms crossed over her chest, refusing to look at him.

“How am I supposed to trust you? Are you even taking your birth control anymore?”

Her non-answer said it all. He felt sick. Who knows how long this had been going on for, and how many times she could have gotten pregnant. He rolled out of bed and went to his dresser, and pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. He went to his closet and grabbed a duffle bag and started packing his shit.

“What are you doing?” Mallory asked.

“I’m leaving.” he growled.

“Leaving? What do you mean? Where are you going?” she asked in a panic.

Jayme whirled around and pinned her with a hard stare. “I just found out that you’ve been trying to get pregnant behind my back, and you expect me to stay here and look at you?”

“I thought maybe if I got pregnant, you would change your mind,” she said quietly, her voice hitching as tears welled in her eyes.

“Well, you thought wrong. I don’t want kids. Why is that so hard for you to understand? Did you lie to me when you said you didn’t want them either?”

Mallory shrugged pitifully. “I thought if I didn’t agree with you, then I would lose you. I thought once we were married, I could convince you...”

“Oh, my fucking God. Are you shittin’ me right now?!” He laced his fingers together on top of his head, and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and prayed for strength. “I gotta go. I gotta get out of here before I say or do something I’ll regret.”

He finished packing his bag, grabbed his work stuff, then left the bedroom and a crying Mallory. He jumped in his work truck because he was going to need it for work tomorrow and peeled the fuck out of the driveway.

Ten minutes later, he pulled into his brother’s driveway, and shut the truck off. He dropped his forehead to the steering wheel, then banged it a couple of times. He composed himself, grabbed his shit and walked up to his brother, Ian’s, front door. He rang the doorbell and waited.

Ian opened the door a few seconds later. He smiled when he saw Jayme, but then noticed the bag and his smile faded. “What happened?”

Jayme shook his head as Ian stepped aside to let him in. He walked into the house and set his bag by the stairs. “Mallory’s been trying to get pregnant for months behind my back.”

“Wait, I thought you both didn’t want kids?” Ian asked in confusion.

Ian was two years younger than Jayme’s thirty-seven. One could definitely tell they were brothers, people even thought they were twins when they were younger. Ian’s hair was a bright red though, not the darker auburn that Jayme had. Ian was also fairer skinned and was covered in freckles. A true redhead. Their younger brother, Seamus, ended up with brown hair. All three brothers shared the same green eyes.