Expecting the Playboy's Baby (2 page)

“You’re only saying that to get into my pants.”

“I’m saying it because I mean it.”

Patrick cupped her face and tilted her up to look at him. Her skin was silky smooth to the touch. He caressed her face with the back of his fingers, loving the small touch.

She let out a gasp, and he knew she was as taken with him as he was with her.

Gazing down her body he saw her nipples were hard points pressed against the fabric of her gown. He followed a path with his hand and stroked the bud.

She moaned. The sound was deep and throaty.

He pulled the strap of her gown down enough to expose her naked breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The body of the dress had one built in. Patrick glanced at her full, ripe nipple. The tip was cherry red and tight with the chill of the air.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to take your nipple between my lips and suck it into my mouth.” He grazed the tip with his nail, watching her eyes dilate from the action. “Then I’m going to take you to the ground and fuck you until you’re screaming my name. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

Her moans turned into desperate cries. Bending down he took her bud between his lips. At the same time as he sucked her nipple, he stroked her inner thigh. He kept moving his hand up her legs until he cupped her sex. She was dripping wet. Coating his finger with her cream, he pushed his finger inside her.

He felt her fingers tighten in his hair. Closing his eyes, he nibbled and sucked at her nipple while he stroked her creamy slit. He pressed two fingers inside her channel. She pressed down on his digits taking more of him inside her.

When he could no longer take the torment, he concentrated on her clit and bringing her to orgasm.

Patrick felt her building release within seconds of his stroking her. Her breaths turned to pants, and her body shook with the need to come.

He slammed his lips down on hers when her climax took over her whole body.

For several seconds he kissed her lips and neck before easing away.

“That was amazing,” she said.

The wonder on her face made him chuckle. “You act like a man has never given you pleasure before.”

She looked down his body. “None as good as that,” she said.

Patrick brought her fingers to his lips and licked the cream off. He enjoyed the taste of her musky cunt and wanted more of her. Patrick knew in that instant he’d never grow tired of her. There was so much more to her, and he wished to be the man to find out everything about her.

“You taste divine.” He took her hand and pressed her palm against his hard cock. “Feel what you do to me. I need to do more than suck your tit and taste your cunt. I need my cock inside you. Please say you want it as well.”

Jennifer moaned in his arms. Her palm stroked him through the layers of clothing.

“I want that to. I couldn’t deny you, Patrick.” Her head rested against his. “Fuck me,” she said.

In his lifetime, many women had requested for him to fuck them. He’d hated being told what to do and when. Patrick liked being in charge. The words coming from Jennifer’s lips sounded more of a plea than a command. The flush on her face made her look so tempting and delicate.

Brushing away all of his thoughts he took her hand, leading her around the back of the gazebo to relative privacy.

He kissed her lips, wanting to feel and hear her whimpers once again. Her hands wrapped around his neck pressing against him. Patrick took her to the ground and worked his hand beneath her dress. He removed his jacket and placed it on the ground before putting her on top. The grass stains would be hard for her to explain.

“I need you,” he said. The urgency he felt shocked him to the core. His hands shook as he unzipped his pants. He pulled his hard cock out and stroked his shaft.

“Open your legs.”

Jennifer opened her thighs for him. He stared down at her creamy slit. Her cum leaked out of her pussy.

“Please, Patrick, I want you,” she said.

He pushed the top of her dress down to expose her large breasts. They filled his palm perfectly. The beaded nipple called to him. What was it about this woman beneath him that made her different from every other woman he’d been with?

Patrick grabbed his shaft and pressed the tip against her entrance. She was tight. He worked the tip of his cock inside and then grabbed her hips. Her hands grabbed his arms as he slowly eased inside her tight heat.

He’d originally wanted to fuck her hard whereas now he wanted to take it slow and draw out every touch and emotion. For the first time in Patrick Thompson’s life, he wanted to make love to a woman. When she went home he wished for her to remember only his touch. Patrick craved her.

Her tight channel squeezed him as he pushed deeper inside her. He grabbed her hips and thrust inside her until he was seated to the hilt in her body.

She cried out, the sound muffled by her own hand. She’d covered her mouth as his hands were both on her.

“You feel amazing,” he said.

“You do, too.”

He smiled. “I like that.”

“Move, please. I need you to move.”

She wriggled on his cock forcing him to take notice of her need. Patrick eased out of her before pushing his way back in. The moment he withdrew he wanted inside her again.

He built a pace that prolonged their mutual pleasure. His cock throbbed in her tight cunt, but he kept thrusting inside her. She stretched to accommodate his width.

“So tight and hot and beautiful,” he said. Leaning down, he kissed her lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, pressing her tongue against his. The desire flowed between them. He’d never felt so connected with another person in his whole life.

He growled as his release stumbled upon him. Patrick held still as his cock jerked out his release. Jennifer rubbed her clit and brought herself to climax. He watched her eyes close as her cries filled his head. She looked open and free as she let go. He couldn’t tear his gaze away even if he wanted to.

Collapsing on top of her, Patrick licked her nipple feeling the stirring begin in his groin.

“You’re ready to go again?” she asked.

“You’re one sexy woman, Jennifer. I’m ready to keep on going.”

He pushed himself up and was shocked when Jennifer pulled away. She arranged her clothing into place then brushed her lips across his.

“If you remember my name in the morning, come and find me.”

Those were her parting words. He stared after her, dumbfounded. No woman walked away from him. Patrick ran his hand over his face shocked by what had just happened. Staring down at his flaccid cock he finally remembered he hadn’t used protection. For the first time in his life, he’d been naked inside of a woman.

Chapter One

Jennifer Dixon couldn’t keep the nausea at bay for much longer. She’d been feeling sick for a couple of weeks now, and she didn’t know what had caused it. The scent of the coffee was making her want to run for the hills. Her friends continued to talk around her as if she wasn’t there. At that moment she didn’t mind. The thought of talking to anyone would send her over the edge. She was sweating, and her brow felt damp. The shirt she wore felt tight across her stomach and breasts. Her skin felt like it belonged to someone else.

The waiter brought over the platter of seafood, and the look of the shrimp and lobster was all it took. The entire restaurant turned to witness her shame. She threw up over the expensive platter, in front of her friends and over the hot waiter who’d been checking out one of her friends.

With the restaurant silent, her cheeks flaming, Jennifer did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed her purse and ran toward the bathroom. Rubbing a hand down her face, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked fine, but her stomach didn’t feel fine.

She moved to the toilet and continued to throw up.

Jennifer curled in a ball wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. The last thing she needed was to make a fool of
herself
. Well, she’d done that, and the restaurant would kick her ass out of there.

“Jennifer, are you okay?” The sound came from her closest friend Linda.

“How would you feel if you vomited in one of the most sought after restaurant surrounded by a bunch of girls who treated you like a disease?” she asked.

The stall to the bathroom where she was hiding opened. She stared at her long-time friend with her gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes. Linda was slim like a supermodel. She looked delicate, fragile, and sexy as hell whereas Jennifer was the polar opposite. Jennifer had brown, mousy hair with dull, brown eyes. The word slim would never be applied to her figure. She was frumpy, and no matter how many diets she went on, none of them worked.

Her family were embarrassed by her, and her life was not turning out the way she’d like.

“Those girls don’t care, Jen. You know that. They’ll probably find some excuse not to invite you.” Linda sat on the floor. She pulled Jennifer into her lap and stroked her hair.

“You’ll have to go without me,” Jennifer said.

“No, I won’t. If you’re not going then I’m not going. We’re in this together, remember.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

Jennifer tightened her arm around her friend’s waist. She felt comforted having her friend next to her.

“Who would want to hang around with those girls? They talk about clothes until they’re red in the face. You know that has never appealed to me.” Linda continued to stroke her hair.

They were silent for several minutes. Jennifer remained still in the hope that it would ease her stomach.

“Are you feeling any better?” Linda asked.

“Yes. I think I’m going to need to go to the doctor. I keep having waves of sickness, and then it goes.”

She flushed the toilet, and they walked out to the sinks. Linda handed her some water. She swilled her mouth out and took the mint offered.

“It sounds to me like you’re pregnant,” Linda said.

Jennifer froze. “What?”

“You started to look green when the coffee came out and then the seafood tray. Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” Linda opened the door.

Jennifer looked toward the table where her embarrassment occurred. The waiter and several cleaners were sorting out the mess.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Linda led the way out of the restaurant. Jennifer watched because her friend had the parking attendant take her ticket. Minutes later, her car pulled up beside them. The attendant tried to keep Linda talking.

Jennifer walked ‘round to the passenger side and climbed in. Being ignored was a regular occurrence for her. Closing the door, she waited for Linda to get in. Several minutes passed before her friend was able to get in and start the car.

“Do you have another date?” Jennifer asked.

“He wishes.”

The car pulled away from the curb. Linda navigated the vehicle onto the main road before shooting questions again.

“You didn’t answer me, Jen. Is there a possibility that you’re pregnant?”

Jennifer felt her cheeks heat. “There is a slight possibility I could be pregnant.”