The Yeah, Baby Series

Then, as though from muscle memory, I was suddenly stalking her until I caught her, gripping her biceps and hauling her into my arms. Sucking her gasp of surprise into my mouth and replacing it with my tongue. All of my blood rushed to my groin and I groaned as I grew painfully hard.

My hands made their way down, over her tight ass, to the back of her thighs. I bent my knees and lifted her, guiding her legs around my waist and backing her up against the wall.

She moaned as I ground my cock into her pussy, shivers wracking her body. I needed her more than anything else at that moment. I reached for my zipper when a loud buzzer tore through my haze of lust. What the fuck?

Pulling back, I looked for the cause of the offending sound and recognized the cook timer on the stove was going off. Something was bubbling in a pot on top, and clearly a dish baking in the oven.

My stomach chose that minute to growl fiercely, reminding me it was empty. With the spell broken, I lowered Jade to the ground, doing my best to ignore her whimper of protest. I stepped back, my hands on her waist to steady her until she slapped at them, and I let go. She hurried over to the timer and shut it off, pulling from the oven what looked like … freshly baked bread? No way.

This seemed like a scene from a movie, the little wife in the kitchen making her man dinner. Except this was anything but a movie, Jade was the last woman who would ever be my wife, and I wasn’t sure she would be willing to share.

My stomach roared in protest and I considered the dangers of seducing some of this food out of her.

“I brought some groceries because I wasn’t sure if the house was stocked,” Jade said, stirring the pot and keeping her back to me. “Mr. Wilkinson explained nobody had been in residence. I was going to ask what you wanted to do about dinner, but I couldn’t find you. “

She started hunting around and I finally snapped out of my trance, helping her to locate dishes and silverware.

“I made minestrone soup, salad is in the fridge, and there are fresh rolls. Help yourself.” She was still avoiding my gaze and it was beginning to annoy me, but I worried about what I’d do if I looked into her intoxicating eyes. So, I helped myself to the food, put it on a tray, thanked her quietly, and ran to my office like a coward.

A little after midnight, I took my dishes to the kitchen, rinsed and put them in the dishwasher, then went up to my room. I hesitated at Jade’s door, my hand itching to reach for the handle. Did she sleep in silky little nighties? Or a pair of boxers (I felt violent at the thought that she might be wearing another man’s clothes) and a t-shirt? Or, I swallowed hard, in the nude?

I groaned and forced my feet to step one in front of the other until I was shut in my bedroom. Keeping my eyes anywhere but on the connecting door, I stripped and took an icy shower. After I had dried off, exhaustion hit me, and I practically stumbled to the bed and passed out.

Several hours later, I woke in the darkness from a distant sound. Instantly alert, I sat up and listened. It sounded like—well, like someone was getting sick. After a moment, I realized it was coming from Jade’s ensuite bathroom. I threw the covers off and raced to her room.

5

Jade

Ugh! Could tonight get any worse? Apparently it could, because another convulsion shook my body and I lost whatever contents remained in my stomach from dinner. Minestrone soup wasn’t fun when it came back up, especially not when it had been paired with a salad.

Make that much, much worse. “Jade? Are you okay?” Lucas’s question was spoken gently through the door, in a tone I hadn’t heard from him since before he turned into an ass and stormed out of our hotel room.

“Do I sound like I’m fine?” I muttered under my breath.

The opening of the door was the only answer I got to a question he couldn’t have possibly heard. Then he was on his knees behind me, one hand bunching my hair at the back of my neck while the other rubbed my back in soothing strokes. Jerky Lucas was hard enough to resist, I couldn’t possibly expect myself to fare any better with this caring version of him. At least I didn’t have to worry about falling victim to the chemistry between us anytime soon, since I felt like death warmed over and probably looked like it too.

When it seemed as though I was done, Lucas helped me to my feet and settled me on the stool in front of the vanity. The freaking vanity! This house was nothing like anywhere I’d ever lived before and I couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the visible signs of wealth all around me. Well except maybe for the gourmet kitchen. It had truly been a joy to cook in there.

My stomach gurgled and I shoved all thoughts of food from my mind while taking the cold washcloth Lucas was handing me. Before I could use it, his hand was on my forehead, checking for a fever. I slapped it away and swiped the washcloth over my face.

“I don’t think you have a fever.” He sounded genuinely concerned. “And I ate the same dinner as you, so I don’t think it’s food poisoning.”

I wished I was lucky enough to have food poisoning. “It’s not.”

“Maybe it was whatever you had for breakfast? That could explain why you were sick in Mr. Wilkinson’s office earlier.”

So could the baby I was beginning to think I was carrying. Not that I was going to tell him that, so I kept my mouth shut and let him continue.

“You should have made something lighter for dinner,” he chided. “As much as I enjoyed the soup, chicken noodle would have been better if your stomach was still upset.”

“Like you’re the expert on what’s good for me,” I mumbled. “You don’t even know me, not really. Or you wouldn’t have said all those horrible things.”

And, yep, those were tears welling in my eyes and streaming down my cheeks. What the heck was wrong with me? Oh, yeah. That’s right. I was tired. I was also nauseous, but somehow hungry at the same time. Plus, I’d been stupid enough to pack a bag and move into the bedroom next to the man I’d let fuck me on a desk in a hoity-toity law office. An office belonging to the man who’d convinced me it wasn’t just in my best interests to stay here but also Lucas’s, and for some insane reason I actually cared. To top it all off, I was more hormonal than I’d ever been in my entire life. Probably because I’d missed my last period, not from the stress of my mother’s death and my upcoming show, as I’d hoped, but due to the fact that I was almost definitely carrying Lucas’s baby.

Who was now my step-brother.

Who I lived with.

In a mansion that I half-owned.

Hysterics, here I came.

Refusing to let him see how much of a mess I was, I kept the washcloth over my face while I tried to calm the heck down. Only Mr. Caring wasn’t having any of that.

“Here, take this,” he said gruffly, pulling the cloth out of my hand. I didn’t look up at his face and instead focused on the toothbrush he was holding out for me. It was the one I’d put into the fancy holder on the marble countertop and he’d squirted some of my toothpaste onto it.

I shoved the brush into my mouth and scrubbed my teeth, avoiding inserting it too far for fear that it would start off another puking session. Once I was satisfied the taste was out of my mouth, I got to my feet and moved to the sink to spit and rinse. Lucas stayed nearby, leaning against the doorframe with his gaze on me the entire time. I finally realized what he was wearing, or um, not wearing, as the case was, since he was naked. I guessed I needed to add horny to the never-ending list of things I was feeling because the sight of his bare chest and other large, hard parts of him, put me straight back into a daze. And then I remembered what I was wearing, a pair of boyfriend shorts and a thin camisole. Cursing my fair coloring as I felt a blush sweep up my skin, I kept my eyes up while I brushed past Lucas and back into my bedroom.

Climbing back into bed, I pulled the covers over my body and kept my eyes on Lucas’s face as he came closer. Don’t look down. Whatever you do, don’t look down!

“I’ll call the family doctor and ask him to come see you first thing in the morning.”

“I’m perfectly capable of making a doctor’s appointment for myself.” Because there was no way in the world I was going to let his doctor examine me. No way, no how.

“Then make one,” he ordered, moving towards the door that connected our rooms. Wait! There was a connecting door to our bedrooms? How had I not noticed this before?

“I will!”

He stopped in the doorway. “And you’d better let me know what the doctor says.”

“Of course I will. Right away, sir.” Liar. If the doctor told me what I thought he was going to tell me, I was going to stall my butt off while I tried to find a way to give Lucas the news.

“You’re pregnant.”