Chapter 12

Kailee

I t's a strange feeling when your stomach tells you that there's a good chance you'll die of starvation if you don't eat. Then, when you eat, it tells you there's an even better chance that you'll die from throwing it all up.

After the incident in the teacher's workroom, I haven't seen Chase for a couple of days. I'm not quite sure what to do with the knowledge that we're still sexually attracted to each other, so I've been the one intentionally keeping out of his path. He's oblivious to my plight of deciding whether to continue incubating our combined cells, and the further I step into our burgeoning relationship, the harder it is to tell him I'm pregnant. It's like meeting someone, interacting with them daily, and then asking them to remind you what their name is three months later. At some point, it's just awkward .

I almost told him in the workroom. But then he stiffened, and a dark look came over his face. I got scared. I couldn't have the conversation at work. Then, we did what we did, thus complicating things further while also showing me that pregnancy sex is insane.

Text from Chase: You hungry?

As soon as I read his message, my stomach roils at the very idea of food. All except for one kind.

Text to Chase : Just for the usual.

Text from Chase: Me?

Text to Chase: Funny. Nah. My usual sandwich. But I'm just staying in tonight. I haven't felt great today.

I drop my phone onto my coffee table and pull the blanket over me. I mean to rest my eyes for a minute, but the next thing I know, there's a light knocking sound at my door. I pick up the phone and see several missed messages from Chase over the last hour.

I'm so fucking tired of being so fucking tired.

I swipe my hand over my face to catch any stray drool and stumble to the door, kicking throw pillows that have ended up on my floor aside. When I make it to the door, I fling it open, my lips parted and ready to berate Lorelei for interrupting my nap.

It's not Lorelei .

"Your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, my lady," Chase says, his bicep oddly close to my face as he leans against my doorframe.

I slouch against my wall, probably from weakness since I haven't wanted much today except for queen olives, which sounded oddly enticing, and ten pieces of pepperoni. Chase shakes a takeout bag from the place we went on our date, and I tear it from his hands.

"You sure love peanut butter and jelly more than anyone I've ever known." He shuts the door and follows me into the apartment. "Have you always liked it that much?"

"This is a new thing."

I plop on the couch and quickly unwrap the sandwich. As soon as I bite down, I know that there's a multiverse somewhere out there where I've married Chase Barnett.

"I swear to God, this is suck your dick good," I mumble, chewing around the doughy white bread. It's soft and practically melts in my mouth. I can feel the gluten as it rolls over my tongue with the salty goodness of the peanut butter and the sweetness of the organic strawberry jelly the shop gets from a local woman.

Chase gently sits on my couch and watches me attack my food like he's at the zoo for feeding time – with mild amusement. "Suck my dick good, huh?" He adjusts his cock and smiles at me, jerking his chin. "Leave the peanut butter in your mouth when you do it. "

"Pig."

"I get that a lot as a cop." He crosses his feet on my coffee table. "You'll have to do better than that when you insult me. It loses its bite after the hundredth time we hear it."

"Noted," I say around another mouthful of salty and sugary goodness.

He's quiet for a few moments as he strokes my back. I take two more bites and turn to face him. "Thanks. It really is becoming my favorite. I don't know what it is about peanut butter, but I can't get enough."

"I can't get enough of you," he whispers.

How can he look at me like that? Most of the time, I feel like an extra stumbling out of the set for The Walking Dead . He studies me with so much affection. I know he'd bend me over the sofa arm right here. His eyes are dark and hooded. His nostrils flare. Why? I look like…well, I look like a woman who's finishing a rough first trimester, gets little sleep, and has only eaten olives and pepperoni today.

Damn, he actually looks good. Is this what my book meant when it said women are horny while pregnant? Because I have the overwhelming urge to curl up in his lap, kiss his face and neck, and work my way down. Even the idea of blowing him doesn't sound so bad. The olives, peanut butter, and pepperoni all have one thing in common.

Salt.

I know the salty goodness that is Chase Barnett's dick. I tasted it in the wee hours of the morning the first time we met.

Before I ran away.

I chew my sandwich with renewed interest in what I jokingly suggested. After another glorious bite, I set my sandwich down and wipe my hands on my thighs. "Chase, could you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Can you go to the pantry and get my peanut butter?"

He's off the sofa and at the pantry door in a few short steps. When he returns, he sets it on the coffee table. "Did the sandwich I got you not have enough peanut butter on it? Need a knife?"

"Let's use a spoon for this."

No use risking an injury.

He shrugs and goes to the kitchen to get me the spoon, balancing it on top of the bulk-sized container when he comes back. "Here you go, Kailee."

God, he says it with so much innocence, and I know he's anything but. This man has done vile things to me in his house and at work, but he has no idea what I want. I want him in my mouth with salty, peanutty goodness around his dick so bad that I wipe a spot of drool from the corner of my mouth.

"Sit back and undo your pants."

He cocks his head to the side before flicking his eyes to the peanut butter. "Um, are you joking? "

"Do I seem like a woman who jokes about my love of peanut butter? And I owe you a little something for the other day. If a man brings a lady a sandwich, he's going to get something fun in return." I run my eyes up his body. "You may want to take your shirt off, too."

Chase looks around the couch. "Should we put down some plastic wrap or something?"

He's not wrong. This could get mushy and wet. I look for something nearby, frantically wishing I'm the kind of woman who buys plastic wrap. I don't have anything but aluminum foil in the kitchen, but I do have plastic placemats Lorelei bought me for a housewarming gift when I moved into this rat trap.

I grab one I use for soup and cups of tea off my coffee table, all while congratulating myself that I don't own proper coasters. Quickly, I tuck it under Chase's thighs, and he lifts himself off the couch so I can situate it under him.

If he thinks I'm weird, he doesn't let on. In fact, I've never seen a man remove his shirt so quickly. He unbuckles his belt as he watches me get on my knees in front of him. "I can't decide if you're an angel or the devil himself," he says.

I grab the spoon and peanut butter jar off the coffee table before he stops me, his hand coming to my wrist. "We don't need the spoon."

I frown and eye the jar in confusion. "Don't you want me to spread it on your dick?" I ask.

"If we're going to be dirty rebels, we're going to do it right. I'm going to stick my dick in the peanut butter jar like it's the finger I always got scolded for as a kid."

"You got in trouble for that?"

"All the time. Give me that jar. I'll bring you a new one to work tomorrow."

I hand it over, watching with rapt fascination as Chase screws the top off the jar and wastes no time dipping his already erect cock into the substance. There's a slight squishing noise, but Chase covers the sound with his own moan as he throws his head back. "Fuck, you bought the crunchy kind. Are you trying to drive me insane?"

"Not what I was thinking when I used the coupon for it."

He bites his lip. "Fuck, the little nuts scrape me just right. This is nice. I should use this at home."

"Well, let's hope Liam doesn't ever want to make a sandwich with your edible pocket pussy while he's over there."

He lifts his head, focuses his eyes, and chuckles as he strokes my hair, pushing a strand back. I remove the elastic I always have on my wrist and quickly put my hair up before I pull the jar away from him.

There's a sucking sound, and Chase's cock is in front of me, covered from tip to root in crunchy peanut butter.

I grip the base of his length and flex my fingers around him, getting used to the peanut butter as it oozes between my fingers. As soon as I'm used to the sensation and confirm I have a grip on him, I fist him, jerking him up and down, slow at first and also putting my wrist into the action with a twisting motion.

The peanut butter slides through my fingers, but the placemat was a good idea because the brown goo runs down Chase's balls and drips somewhere I can't see. I lift his dick, and he spreads his thighs in anticipation of what he's going to get.

I don't disappoint him. I take one salty ball into my mouth and suck on it, flicking my tongue and humming with pleasure at the taste of him. It's like having a peanut butter and Chase sandwich. Salt on top of salt.

He fists my hair at the base of my ponytail and takes deep breaths as I work the other ball over, lapping and sucking as my hand continues jerking him. "Taste good, Kailee? Is that what you were hungry for?"

I snort laugh a little as I release his sack from my mouth. "Yep. I woke up wanting your balls slathered in peanut butter."

He doesn't respond. His head tilts back, and I can only see his throat as he swallows and takes deep gulps of air. I place my free hand on the happy trail on his abdomen and flex my fingers over his abdominal muscles as they tense and release in the same rhythm as my hand.

When I've licked the peanut butter off his balls, I move to his dick. I take the head in my mouth and suck, making yummy noises because…fuck, it tastes good. I'm so hungry, and his dick is covered in the one thing I can stomach well and the one thing I want. I'm starving. Starving for him and starving for the one food I can stomach.

Peanut butter smears my face all the way up to my nose. My cheeks itch with it, but I don't dare swipe it away. For one, I'd just make it worse. I have peanut butter all over my hands. Second, I want him to see me dirty and completely covered for him. I want him to see the lengths I'll go to for a messy blow job.

It's a lot, though. I can't suck and swallow all of it, and brown drool runs down his cock every time I bob. I take him further, trying to catch my spit with long laps, but it's a fruitless effort as some gets away and drips onto the placemat.

Chase's ass clenches, and his back bows off the couch. He moans, and the sound wakes my clit along with my nipples, my blood roaring to life in my veins. The smell of his skin, all man, mixes with the food, and I hungrily suck him like a woman eating food for the first time in weeks.

His abdominal muscles tighten against my forehead, and I drop low, almost to the point of gagging. Thankfully, I hold it in, and I hollow out my cheeks for him as his butt cheeks clench. He fists my ponytail harder, and I speed up my head bobs.

"Kailee, I'm going to come. I'm going to come so fucking hard. Your mouth…Fuck, baby."

He whimpers, and my chest blooms with pride. This tall, gorgeous Viking cop that is a hero to this town for many things is covered with my own food and losing his shit in my mouth .

I pull away from him just as his balls tighten and twitch. This isn't my first rodeo, and I know what that means. I'm usually a swallow kind of gal, but I don't know if my stomach can handle anything but the food I'm in love with this week, and I do not want to throw up on Chase Barnett.

He moans through his orgasm, and his eyes are hooded as he watches his cum coat my face, hitting my cheeks and even my eyelashes. I squint but don't dare swipe at my eyes. When he's spent, he runs his dick down my sticky cheek, practically purring at me.

We both catch our breath until my knees officially protest, and I think to check the placemat. As soon as Chase lifts off the couch, he gets up and waddles to my kitchen, bringing back a roll of paper towels. "Don't move. I'll get the big stuff off your face," he whispers as he wipes both his dick and balls with one wad of towels and my eyes and down my cheeks with the other. Once we're semi-clean, we both silently wash up in the kitchen sink.

Chase runs a wet paper towel over his balls, and a chuckle comes from my throat. I clap my hands over my mouth because I can't contain the laughter of a gorgeous man wiping his balls in my kitchen.

"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?" he taunts, nuzzling my cheek. "You should see your face. You have some in your hair."

I run my wet paper towel through the strands he points to, and I eventually give up, throwing my paper towel into the nearby trashcan with a huff. "What's the use? I'll need a full shower."

"I think I may have some in my butthole," Chase murmurs, eliciting more laughter from me until we're both doubled over and frantically wiping drying peanut butter from our skin.

"Want a shower?" I ask when I can finally talk and breathe again. A dark look crosses his face, and I step away from him wide-eyed. I shake my head. "Don't even think about whatever you're thinking about, Chase." I point my finger in his face, giggling.

He steps toward me, backing me into the wall. "What do you think I'm thinking about?"

"Getting me back somehow." I try to playfully push him away but he boxes me in, kissing my cheeks, nose, and anywhere he can reach as I struggle against his size.

Before I can fight him off, he lifts me over his shoulder. I kick my feet and lightly pummel his back, jokingly demanding I be set down immediately. I'm like a sack of flour, and I momentarily worry about his shoulder lodged into my stomach. It's uncomfortable, and I worry about the baby for the briefest of seconds before he stomps to my room, kicking the door open and quickly laying me on the bed as he fumbles through the room in the dark. As soon as I'm settled on the top of the blanket, he runs his hand down the front of me from my chin to the waistband of my pants. "We'll shower in a few minutes," he says. "I'm kind of hungry myself. "

I reach for his hand, but he's suddenly not there. He's at the door and silhouetted in the moonlight coming through my blinds. "What are you doing?"

"I'll be right back. I need something."

"What?" We sure don't need a condom, but I'm not sure how I can say that now. It's never the right time with him.

He laughs and disappears toward my kitchen. I hear the unmistakable sound of my fridge opening and Chase rummaging around my condiment shelves. When he comes back, he holds up a jar of something as he walks back to me.

"For someone who likes peanut butter and jelly so much, you don't have any jelly."

"Then what's in your hand?" I ask, squinting.

"You're lucky I like marmalade, Kailee."

I put my finger up. "That can't come anywhere near my lady bits downstairs, Chase. I mean it. I do not need a doctor's appointment or a bladder infection this week."

He smiles and walks like a panther toward me. "Your call, but it'll still look nice on your tits."