Expecting the Playboy's Baby (10 page)

He hadn’t thought so.

“We’ll get through this, Jennifer.”

“I’ve no doubt.”

Holding onto her tightly, he danced with her close. Running his hands down her back he felt his need for her start to grow in his cock. Whenever she was near he always wanted her. His pants tightened over his thickening shaft.

He became aware of her breasts against his chest and her soft womanly curves next to him. Patrick felt the arousal inside him begin to intensify. She rubbed her body against his, and a moan escaped her lips.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“You can feel what you do to me, Jennifer.”

She stared up the length of his body. Taking her hand within his, he pressed her palm over his crotch.

“I want to fuck you.”

“We’ve never made it to a bed, Patrick. Last night we fell asleep. What if we’re only compatible because we’ve never been in a bed?” she asked.

He needed to get her to a flat surface and soon. His need for her refused to go away.
 
Every time he was near her, his body went into full fuck alert. Patrick rubbed his cock against her palm.

“A bed is easily sorted. This,” he pressed his cock to her hand, “is not, Jennifer. I need you, baby.”

“I need you, too.” Her hand went from being stiff against him to touching his and caressing his dick.

Taking her by the hand he led the way back inside the house. Patrick took her up the stairs and through to his bedroom. She went with him willingly. There was no force or argument. The moment they were inside the bedroom he turned to her.

“Strip,” he said.

“What?”

“I want you naked in my bed. I’ve never felt your naked skin against me.” He pulled his shirt up and over his head. “I want to rectify that problem now. You’re not leaving this bed, Miss Dixon, until I know every inch of your glorious body.”

She began to work her clothes off as he did the same. He pulled her to him the instant she was naked. Her body was a dream. She wasn’t completely showing her pregnancy even though her stomach had a nice, rounded bump. Pressing his palm to her stomach he kissed her deeply.

Her moans echoed off the walls.

“We made this together,” he said. Patrick went to his knees before her and kissed her belly. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh feeling her quiver at his touch. Smiling, he moved his finger over her damp curls. She was already dripping wet.

“I want you,” she said.

“You’re going to have me.”

Patrick moved her backwards until she hit the bed. He opened her thighs and stared at her creamy cunt. Her juice was leaking out of her wet slit. Without waiting for her to comment he sucked her clit inside his mouth. Her musky scent and taste turned him on.

She cried out when he fucked two fingers inside her wet heat.

“More. Please, more,” she said.

He refused to give her more. Jennifer begged and pleaded with him to give her the orgasm she desired. Patrick wouldn’t be ordered around. He sucked and nibbled her clit until she shook with her need to climax on his bed.

When she was almost at the brink of her release, he pulled back.

“Fucker, stop tormenting me,” she said.

“I’m not tormenting you, baby. I’m giving you what you want.”

Rearing up he covered her body on his bed. His cock leaked his arousal over her thigh. “When you come, you’re going to be wrapped around my cock and screaming for me to fuck you hard.” He pressed the tip to her entrance, grabbed her hips and slammed home. She screamed as he forged his way to the hilt inside her;

Gazing down at her plump breasts Patrick forgot himself.

He saw Jennifer, and he saw his woman. She was meant for him, and he knew no matter what it took, she was going to stay with him for the rest of his life. He waited for her pussy to get used to him before pulling out. Glancing down to where his cock left her pussy he saw her cream coated his shaft.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. I’m going to fuck you until all you can remember is my name.”

“Fuck me, Patrick. Please.”

Patrick moved her thighs over his shoulders and then plunged all the way inside her. The angle made him deeper.

She cried out and pressed back against him.

“More, I need more.”

He gave her everything without holding back. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as he thrust inside her. The pleasure of her cunt squeezing him was too intense. He felt his balls tighten and his cock thicken harder as his need to come intensified.

“I can’t wait.”

Letting go of her waist, he fingered her clit bringing her to climax before he reached his own.

The moment he heard and felt her release, he fucked her hard taking everything she had to offer and giving her more.

Plunging into her heat one final time he growled out his climax. His temple throbbed from the undeniable pleasure. He’d never felt anything like it.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed her tits.

“Wow,” she said.

“Do you really think we’re not compatible?”

She chuckled.

Usually about now he was pulling away and getting ready to leave. Jennifer ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. “I can’t even remember my name. You did promise me that, right?”

“I can promise you anything.”

He looked up into her brown eyes and felt his world shatter. She really was a beautiful woman, homey and yet sexy at the same time.

“Really?
What would this anything be?”

Patrick ran his fingers through his hair and then began to circle her nipple with his finger.

“All of your sexual fantasies for one,” he said.

“Sexual fantasies?
Do you mean dressing up as a nurse and being taken by the milkman?”

He laughed at her clichéd response. “I was thinking of something a little different.”

“Well, I’m not very good at this. Maybe you need to teach me how to do it properly.”
 
She squeezed his cock, which was still inside her.

“I think you’re a fast learner, Jennifer. I look forward to making your every dream come true.”

He kissed her lips and knew he meant every word he spoke.

Chapter Eight

 
The days passed quickly, and the press were still trying to find out facts of what was happening. Patrick spent as much time with her as possible. They went away for the weekend to
Italy
to have some alone time away from the press. He was a playful man, and she loved the way he gave her his attention. He never appeared bored or angry with her. Patrick also demanded that he be present during her doctor appointments. It was too early for an ultrasound, but the next appointment would rectify that problem.

After they were together for a couple of months, Patrick organised a party. Jennifer was shocked when he told her. She’d felt him slowly pulling away from her, and she didn’t understand. He had been the one to organise everything with regards to her moving in.

“A party?
With other people inside the home?” she asked.

“Sure. What other kind of parties are there?”

“I thought you hated parties.”

He shrugged his shoulders and gave her the details of what to order from the caterers. “They’re my friends. I have them.”

The party was the first time they’d disagreed on something. On the day of the party Linda came round to help with the details. Patrick had left the day to run some errands. Her friend hugged
her the
instant she opened the door.

“I’ve missed you,” Linda said.

“I’ve missed you, too. It’s not the same without you.”

“Can I convince you to leave your knight and come live with me?” Linda closed the door. Her suggestion suddenly sounded ideal to Jennifer. “What’s the matter? Is there trouble in paradise?”

“What?
Oh, no, no trouble at all.”
She lied. Jennifer walked her friend up the stairs to the guest bedroom. “You’re staying over, right?”

“Jen, what’s going on?” Linda asked.

Jennifer sat down on the bed she’d made up for her friend. “I don’t know. Everything was going great. He is great, and I really like him.”

“But?”
Linda sat next to her.

“Does there have to be
a but
?”

“You’ve listed a few reasons why everything
should
be working. What has suddenly happened to make you feel it’s not?”

She sighed staring around the plain room. “It’s stupid.”

“Jen, you’re pregnant. Tell me what’s going on?”

She paused for a few minutes to try to collect her thoughts. “It’s this stupid party. He never consulted me, and now he’s acting weird as if I’m some kind of hindrance or something. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the hormones? I never asked him to be with me and the baby.”

Linda ran her hand down her hair. “I’m always here for you, Jen. Nothing will ever stop that, okay.”

“I know. I’m pleased you’re here with me. I don’t think I could handle this party on my own.” They sat on the bed talking for several more minutes before Linda put away the few items of clothing she brought with her.

“I want to show you the nursery.” Jennifer took her hand and led her down to where the nursery was. “I’ve been working on it when Patrick has been out or in the garden.” She opened the door. “What do you think?”

“Wow, Jen. This place is beautiful. You’ve really done wonders with it.”

“Patrick knew I was painting the room. I aired it out while I was decorating, and I wore one of those masks they advise for mothers to wear. The yellow is lovely. I figured when we know I can change it or keep it. I’ve got furniture arriving in the next few days.”

“You’re really excited?” Linda asked.

“Yeah.
I’m going to be a mother. I’m scared but excited.”

Once they were done in the nursery Jennifer took her down stairs, and they began arranging the house for a party.

“Patrick gave me a rundown of what he wanted.”

“Who is coming to this party?” Linda asked.

“His friends.
I don’t know
who’s
coming. We’ve not introduced each other to friends. Besides you, I’ve got no one else to show.”

“I’m here for you, Jen.
Always.”

Jennifer accepted the comfort her friend offered. Her nerves were completely shot. There was a difference in Patrick. It was a subtle difference but one she noticed. He was starting to look trapped, and he’d begun to withdraw from her emotionally.