4
Quinn
“You’re definitely pregnant, Ms. Davis.”
My jaw clenched, frustrated at the reminder that Jenna still didn’t have my last name. But, it was eclipsed by the thrill of knowing the woman I loved was having my child.
With a pump of my fist in the air, I shot to my feet from the plastic chair next to the exam table where Jenna was seated. I clasped her face between my palms and searched her gorgeous green eyes. They shone with happiness, and I couldn’t help my small sigh of relief. Lowering my head, I brushed my lips softly over hers. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”
When I pulled back, Jenna was beaming at me, a beautiful smile on her face. “I love you, too.” Her mouth suddenly shifted to a smirk. “I’m still not marrying you before our set wedding day.”
A muffled chuckle from the other side of the table reminded me that the doctor was still in the room. My mouth quirked up in an answering smirk, and I whispered, “We’ll see.” Then I let her go and stepped back to help her down from her perch
After making another appointment and collecting a prescription for prenatal vitamins, we headed out to the car. As I helped Jenna up into the passenger seat of the SUV, her phone started ringing from her bag and she began digging for it while I buckled her up.
By the time I’d reached the driver’s side and opened the door, she’d found it and answered.
“Well?” I heard Aspen shout through the phone.
“I’m pregnant!” Jenna squealed, her voice rising in pitch. “Holy cow, Aspen! I’m pregnant!”
I laughed and laid my hand gently on her thigh. “You’re going to pierce her eardrums, baby. You might want to tone it down a couple of decibels.”
She stuck her tongue out at me, but her green eyes were dancing with happiness. Aspen was making all kinds of girly racket on the other side of the phone while Jenna laughed delightedly. Then there was quiet, and a low voice rumbled across the line. “Um, yes. He’s here,” she responded.
Here we go. I rolled my eyes and held out my hand. Jenna snickered as she gave it over and I lifted it to my ear. “Yeah?” I answered gruffly.
“You knocked up my sister, asshole? Before you’ve fucking married her?” Weston shouted. “Do you have a death wish, Evans?”
“Calm the fuck down, Weston. It’s not like we aren’t engaged, not to mention that I’ve been trying to convince your stubborn sister to go to the courthouse since we found out.” Jenna gasped in outrage, but I ignored her. I was recruiting help and she knew it.
There was a beat of silence before he spoke in an even tone. “Put Jenna back on the line.”
I shook my head, even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “Not unless you promise you won’t upset her.” I wanted his help, but I wouldn’t allow him to hurt her feelings.
“Do you want to marry her or not?” he asked impatiently.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, Spook,” I snapped.
“Then fucking give the phone to my sister!”
“No yelling,” I barked before handing it over.
Jenna put it to her ear. “Yes, brother dear?” Her tone was sugary sweet.
“You need to get your ass to the courthouse, Jenna,” he growled. “You shouldn’t be pregnant and unmarried.”
“Says the guy who knocked up Aspen twice before they were married.”
“That was different,” he argued.
“How?”
There were some muffled sounds, then Aspen started speaking. “Never mind him. I promise to keep him on a leash if—ow! Did you just spank—ooooh,” Aspen moaned.
“Eww!” Jenna yelled as she hung up the phone and tossed it in her purse like it was going to bite her.
I laughed and couldn’t help teasing her. “I don’t remember you saying ‘eww’ the last time I spanked you, baby.”
Jenna huffed and glared at me, even as she blushed furiously. It was sexy as fuck, and I was suddenly very uncomfortable in my seat. “That’s not the point. I’d rather not listen to, or even think about, what my brother does to his wife in the bedroom. Or anywhere else, for that matter.” She shuddered, and I suppressed another chuckle.
“You should call your parents,” I suggested as I pulled out of the parking lot.
Jenna froze for a moment, and I glanced over just as she covered her face with her hands and groaned. “Crap. My dad is going to make me a widow before I even get married.” When I stopped at a red light, I looked over to see her head had lifted and she was frowning at me. “Seriously, Quinn. He is going to kill you for sleeping with me before we’re married.”
I laughed at her dramatics as I faced the road again and pressed on the gas. “Babe, we live together.”
“Yeah, but now he can’t pretend you haven’t been fucking his little girl for the last five years! This will pull his head right out of the sand, and he’s going to bury you in it.”
“Watch it, Jenna,” I barked. “We haven’t ever just been ‘fucking.’ Even when it’s rough, I’m worshiping you. You are everything to me. I know you’re freaking out right now, but don’t cheapen what we are.”
I glanced over, and her face softened. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Nodding in acceptance of her apology, I thought about Gordon and Coral’s reaction to the news. My parents had died when I was a freshman in college, and I was an only child. Jenna’s family had stepped in and filled the void, welcoming me as though I’d always been a part of it. I knew her parents. Gordon would give me some shit, but ultimately, they would be ecstatic over another grandchild.
My attention was snagged away as we passed by Jenna’s school on our way home. Something about the man I’d seen when I picked her up bothered me. When she climbed into the car, it was clear he’d made her uncomfortable.
I decided to check the guy out a little more, just to put my mind at ease. I’d caught his plate number and would run it through the system the next day at work. Until I was satisfied that she was completely safe, I didn’t want Jenna to end up alone with him after school. “I’m going to pick you up again tomorrow, baby,” I told her as I turned onto our street.
“Um, okay,” she agreed, her tone curious.
The SUV glided to a stop in our driveway, and I hit the button on the remote to open the garage. All the while, I stayed silent, not offering an explanation.
Jenna’s phone rang again and she picked it up, cringing when she saw Aspen’s face flash on the screen. “Unless you’re done doing unspeakable things with my brother, I’m hanging
up,” she stated by way of greeting.
Opening the door, I stepped out of the car but stopped when I heard Jenna’s response to whatever Aspen said. “You want to come over tonight?” Her eyes strayed in my direction and I scowled, shaking my head emphatically. I had plans for my sweet little fiancée and they most certainly didn’t include visitors, especially her brother.
“Um, oh, you have news?” She glanced my way, but didn’t meet my stare. “Sure. I’d love to see my little niece and nephew.” My brow furrowed deeper, and my eyes narrowed to slits. She was going to pay for disobeying me. When she turned her head to look at me and smirked, I raised an eyebrow. I knew that look. My sexy temptress was baiting me, clearly looking to be punished.
My mouth transformed from a grimace to a wicked smile as heat surged through my body. Her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up ever so slightly. She blinked owlishly a couple of times, then seemed to snap out of it and returned to her phone call.
I slammed my door and loped around the back to open hers, helping her down with my hands on her waist. Once she was steady on her feet, I slid my hands to her round ass and dragged her body up tight against mine. My head dropped to the crook of her neck, and I licked a path up to her ear before biting her lobe.
She gasped and melted into me. “Okay, we’ll—um”—she stifled a moan when I pushed my erection into her belly—“see you at six!” she finished on a squeak as I brought one hand around to cup her pussy. I fucking loved that she wore skirts to work a lot. She stabbed the screen of her phone several times before tossing it behind her into the car. Then she grabbed on to my shoulders and widened her legs.
I hefted her up by the ass and her legs circled my waist. “Thanks to your disobedience, I only have time for a quick fuck. During which I may or may not let you come, because leaving you on edge through their visit seems like an excellent start to your punishment,” I growled. “But, make no mistake, baby. Your naughty ass will be cherry red when I’m done with you tonight.”