97
HAYLEY’S P.O.V
I stared at the ultrasound picture long after we left the hospital. The doctor had printed it out and handed it to me and ever since, I hadn’t been able to pull my eyes away from it.
I sent a photo to my father but didn’t wait to see his response, I just stared.
It hadn’t felt real up until this moment, up until I had physical evidence that there was a literal child growing inside of me. The awe hit and shortly after, the fear came too. I tried to hide it from Jake who was over the moon and ecstatic. It wasn’t fear that we wouldn’t be good parents, I knew Jake would be the best father and I knew that he would help me wherever I messed up.
It was fear of everything else.
It was fear of everything happening, fear that Andrea or Marie would ruin our happy bubble. It was fear that life itself would come between us and wreck what we had built. I knew my child would always have a wonderful support system, I knew they would have people who loved and cared for them but I was still terrified.
“Hayley,” my head snapped up to find Jake leaning against the door and watching me.
I quickly placed the picture on the coffee table in front of me and turned to him. I hadn’t heard him come down the stairs and judging by the way he was looking at me, he had been watching me for a while.
“When did you get down here?’
He didn’t respond, merely pushed off the door and made his way over to me. I hesitated, not sure what he would say or how he would say it. I wasn’t sure what I was so afraid of, it wasn’t as if he was going to yell at me or be disappointed.
I blamed the hormones and the pregnancy for my weird behavior.
“You have been suspiciously quiet,” he began, leaning back into the couch next to me. “Your father called me with excitement. I’m sure if he had his way, he would be screaming it from the rooftops.”
“No, please,” the words came out before I could even stop them. His brows rose but he didn’t make an attempt to ask what I meant. “I just don’t want everyone to know yet.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“The way I responded sounded like I wasn’t happy.”
“You don’t have to be happy, Hayley, not all the time at least,” his hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. “You don’t need to be excited right now. You can feel what you’re feeling.”
“I don’t know what that is,” I mumbled into his shirt. “I don’t know how I feel.”
“You don’t have to, you just have to feel it,” he pressed a kiss to the corner of my head.
“There’s just a lot of emotions. One minute I am excited about the baby and the next I’m overthinking, then I’m fucking hungry and the next I just want to go to bed. I’m horny all the damn time and-”
I let out an exasperated breath.
“Tell me it gets betters.”
“It gets better,” he parroted my words and I could tell that he really wanted to believe it but we both knew that it wasn’t very likely.
I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his neck. He smelled like his cologne, a scent that I loved and wanted to bury myself inside. I nuzzled closer to him, not even realizing what I was doing until I felt his hand wrap around my hips to keep me still.
“Jake-”
“I think it would be better for both of us if you actually stayed still.”
“You smell good.”
“You do too, and you feel good too, but right now, your tits are pressed up against me and you’re rubbing yourself all over my cock. It would be very un-gentlemanly of me to take advantage of you right after you said you didn’t know how you felt.”
His voice sounded strained, almost as if it was taking a lot out of him for him to refuse this- refuse me.
His reasoning made a lot of sense but the truth was, I didn’t care. I wanted him, I needed him right now, he should have known it would happen when he all but pulled me into him.
I moved my hips again and he cursed low under his breath before tugging my hair back hard enough that I felt moisture gather at the back of my eyes but for some reason, all it did was turn me on further.
“Fuck me, baby,” he pressed a kiss to my throat. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“If you stopped torturing yourself long enough to give us both what we want-”
He shut me up with a bruising kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes. His mouth claimed mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth to claim every inch of me as his while his hands landed on my hips, pulling me impossibly closer.
My hands roamed over his chest, his shoulders, all the way to the hair at the nape of his neck. My fingers grazed those curls and he groaned into my lips,
He pulled back with a curse. “Fuck, wait, we need to slow down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Suddenly, I realized what this was about. A soft smile graced my lips and I kissed him softly, once on his lips and once on his forehead.
“You’re not going to hurt me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do,” I assured him, my hands slipping between us to undo his belt buckle.
His eyes followed my movements but he didn’t make a move to stop me. He let me undress him and pull his pants down and let me get off him long enough to take off my own pants. I reached for the hem of my shirt when he stopped me.
“Leave that on.”
My fingers stilled. “Are you sure?”
“Did I stutter?”
It never failed to amaze me how quickly Jake could go from zero to a hundred but I didn’t protest because the sheer command in his voice had me dripping down my thighs. He curled a finger, gesturing for me to step closer and I did.
It was one step but it was enough because his hands wrapped around my hips and he pulled me onto his lap.
“Jake-”
He kissed me, his hands running up my thighs and my torso, disappearing up my shirt and over my tits. He let out a groan when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered as he guided my hips over his.
The crown of his cock rubbed against my slick folds and a low moan left my lips. “Jake-”
“You wanted this so bad, ride me, baby.”
“What?”
“Ride my cock, you heard me the first time,” his fingers tweaked my nipples hard. “I want your tits in my face as you use me. I’m all yours, Hayley.”
His words were pure filth and ammunition to me as I slowly lowered myself over his cock. He stretched me wide with each torturous moment.
Jake’s hands held my hips in a death grip. I knew it was torture for him to let me do this but he always had iron clad self control because he let me do it at my own pace until he was fully sheathed inside of me.
The shirt that he had asked me to leave on was on the ground in seconds and his warm mouth captured a nipple. I moved my hips slowly, a moan leaving my lips. I was too wound up and his hands that had resumed their trailing left fire blazing in their wake.
“Use me, Hayley, I’m yours to use anyway,” his hips slammed into mine and all thought evaporated out of my mind. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
‘Yes.”
“You want me to fuck me until you’re gasping for breath, don’t you?”
His teeth grazed my nipple and my answer was a loud moan.
“You want me to fill every inch of you until your legs are shaking and you can’t think,” he tugged my hair back. “What’s on your mind?”
“What?”
Did he really think I was capable of forming coherent thoughts right now.
“I’ve fucked all the thought out of you, haven’t I?” he murmured. “Do you want to cum?”
I nodded.
“Words, Hayley.”
“I want to- I need to cum.”
“Good girl.”