Brooke

B rooke knew that she wasn’t going to be able to sleep after that kiss, but she at least needed to try. She kicked off her heels and climbed onto her bed, groaning at how good it felt to be back in her favorite place. It was all hers too. No one knew about it and when she could find the time to escape to her little cabin in the middle of nowhere, she felt safe.

Mace made her feel that way too, though she had no plans of telling him that. Kissing him was a mistake, but God, she wanted to do it again. Heck, she wanted more than just one kiss with Mace, but she had to uphold her integrity as a lawyer, and jumping into bed with her client would blow that all to hell.

Her cell phone rang in her purse and she nearly jumped off the damn bed. She had forgotten that it was on, and that stupid mistake might cost her and Mace both. scrambled to the end of the bed and found her bag on the floor. She rummaged through it and found her phone, grimacing when she saw her father’s name across the screen.

“Shit,” she mumbled to herself. The last thing she wanted was a run-in with her father, but she knew that he wouldn’t stop trying to reach her and when that failed, he’d send out a search party to find her. Her father employed one of the best security teams in town and he wouldn’t hesitate to use them to find her.

answered the phone and sat back on the bed, ready to listen to a tirade of her father’s offensive comments about Mace once she told him that she was still his lawyer.

“Where are you?” he asked, skipping over the pleasantries.

“Well, hello to you,” sassed. Her father always said she had a smart mouth, but she thought that was what made her a good lawyer.

“Cut the crap, ,” her father shouted into the other end of the call. “Tell me where you are so I can send a security detail for you.”

“I take it you talked to Brandon,” she said. He was the head of security at the office, and she should have known that he’d be loyal to her father.

“Yes, and he showed me the pictures you sent over. If this woman is dangerous, you should come here. I can put a security team on you and keep you safe, ,” her father insisted.

“I am safe, Dad,” she said. “Mace and I are laying low for a bit until we have enough evidence to prove that Julie murdered Reece Childs.”

“You told me that you were off that case,” her father shouted.

“No, you told me that I couldn’t take the case. I never agreed to give it up. Mace needs my help and while you can’t seem to understand that it doesn’t change things. He’s innocent, Dad, and you’re not really giving him a fair shake. He’s a good man,” breathed. She hadn’t meant to say that last part, but the words were already out there. She wouldn’t be taking them back either because she meant everything that she said.

“I told you that a biker is not the kind of clientele that our firm is looking for,” her father said.

“And I told you that I own fifty-one percent of the firm since Grandpa gave me his shares. I’m the one who sets the tone for our firm, and I think that Mace is just who I’m looking for.” She looked up and found Mace standing in the doorway of her bedroom, smiling at her. She was so focused on the fight with her father that she didn’t hear the bedroom door open.

“This was my firm first,” her father spat.

“Right, and now, it’s mine. I’ll be in touch when I can, Dad. In the meantime, stay safe.” ended the call, not waiting for a response from her father. He was stubborn and changing his mind wasn’t something that a single phone call could do.

“How much of that did you hear?” she asked Mace.

“Enough,” he breathed. “Did you mean it?” he asked. Mace took a few steps into her room and wasn’t sure if she should tell him to stop or come in. She usually wasn’t so indecisive about what to do, but Mace had her all twisted up, and making a decision suddenly became harder than usual.

“Did I mean what?” she asked, trying to remember her conversation with her father.

“Did you mean it when you told your father that I’m a good man?” he asked.

“I did,” she breathed. Mace crossed the room and pulled her up from the bed. A part of her wanted to protest, but she told that little voice in the back of her head to shut the hell up. was done playing by the rules. The rules had served her well until now, but not taking what Mace was silently offering her wasn’t an option.

“Tell me that you’re good with this, ,” he whispered into her ear.

“I’m good with this, Mace. I’m done fighting my feelings for you.” She was too. was finally going to take what she wanted from life and the rules be damned.

Mace started to unbutton her blouse and with every inch that his hands that slid down her body, she felt hotter and hotter. Her breathing hitched and she was sure that he would be able to tell how turned on she was. It had been almost six months since she was with another man, but something about Mace had her feeling as though it was her first time.

He slid her blouse down her shoulders, leaving her standing there in just her skirt and bra. “You are so beautiful, ,” he whispered as he kissed his way down her neck. He backed her to the bed and told her to lie down. wasn’t about to tell him no—not now. She lay back on the bed and looked down at her body as he slid her skirt down her legs, standing over her to admire his handy work.

“Are you going to get naked?” she asked.

“Soon,” he breathed. His voice sounded gruff, and she knew that he was just as on edge as she was. Mace slipped his t-shirt over his head and sat up, looking his chest over. From the size of his biceps, he worked out, and she could spend hours looking at all his tattoos.

Mace covered her body with his and kissed his way back down her. His beard was never something that she had thought about until it was tickling and teasing her sensitive skin as he kissed and sucked every inch of her.

He had her completely naked and settled between her legs, looking up at her as he seemed to wait for her permission. looked down at him and nodded, her brain not able to get her mouth to form words at the moment. He chuckled against her wet folds, and she nearly bucked off the mattress.

“Hold still,” he mumbled, not taking his lips off of her sensitive nub. knew that she wasn’t going to last long if Mace kept doing what he was to her girl parts. And when he shoved two fingers deep inside her, making her cry out, she knew that she was a goner. Mace had her coming over and over until she felt completely rung out and from the look in his dark eyes, he wasn’t done with her yet.

“How many?” he asked.

“How many what?” she questioned. Her body felt boneless, and she wasn’t sure that there was enough blood in her brain to answer any of his questions.

“How many orgasms did you have?” he asked. No one had ever asked her such a question. Most guys got off and then asked if it was good for her. But no one had ever asked her how many times she orgasmed.

“I lost count,” she squeaked. Telling him that she had about six orgasms wasn’t something she could do without wanting to hide under the bed afterward.

“Well, then, I think that I should start over,” Mace growled. all but covered her girl parts, and he pulled her into his arms. “How many?” he asked again.

wanted to cover her face and hide, but Mace wasn’t about to allow that.

“Six,” she whispered. “I had six.”

He grunted out his displeasure. “Next time, we’re going for ten.” She looked at him as though he had lost his mind. Six orgasms had nearly killed her—ten definitely would.

“Ten,” she squeaked.

“Ten,” he whispered against her skin, making her shiver at the thought of his promise. Mace released her and stood from the bed. couldn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. He stroked his cock, giving her quite a show and all could think about was how big he was.

“I’m not sure if you look scared or turned on honey,” he said.

“Um, a little of both, I guess,” she admitted. “You’re big,” she said.

“Yeah, but we’ll fit,” he promised. He covered her with his body and wrapped her arms and legs around him, grabbing handfuls of his firm ass. Mace rolled her on top of him and she wondered what he was doing.

“You’re going to be on top, honey. That way, you can control how slowly or fast you want to take this,” he said. The thought of being in control of sex had her body humming to life again. She could feel his cock nudging at her drenched opening and all she wanted was to fully seat herself on him.

wasted no time, sliding down onto his erection, making him groan with every inch she allowed into her body. She could tell that Mace was on edge and she almost felt bad for him, but watching his handsome face as she worked him into her body was a complete turn-on. By the time she fully seated herself on him, they were both panting with need.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I am,” she insisted. She was more than okay. Her body felt about ready to self-combust, she was so okay.

“Move for me, honey,” Mace ordered. He grabbed her hips with his big hands and helped to move her up and down his shaft. He was hitting all the right spots and when she came again, she collapsed onto him.

Mace rolled her under his body again and this time, he didn’t hesitate to take what he needed from her. He pumped in and out of her wet pussy giving her more pleasure than she had ever experienced. And when she was sure that she couldn’t take any more orgasms, he shouted out her name, coming deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” he swore, rolling off her, “that was hot.” She agreed with him, but telling him so wasn’t an option. All seemed capable of doing was nodding her agreement and rolling into his body. She covered his thigh with her leg, and he wrapped an arm around her, stroking her back. It all felt so familiar, she almost felt like they had been together for ever, not just minutes.

“How many?” he whispered in her ear.

thought back over their lovemaking and when she realized how many orgasms she had, she couldn’t help her smile. “Ten,” she breathed.

“Good,” Mace said around a yawn, “that’s the number that we try to beat next time.” giggled, but a part of her knew that Mace wasn’t kidding. He seemed to be a man on a mission when it came to getting into her pants, and honestly, she was fine with that.

wasn’t sure if she was making it all up or if she could possibly be pregnant. She and Mace had been at the safehouse for almost two months now and she had missed her period. She was pretty regular and missing a cycle had never happened to her before. She had a boxful of pregnancy tests delivered to the safehouse, deciding to keep this little secret to herself until there was something to actually tell Mace. She wasn’t sure if he’d blame her for getting pregnant, but she didn’t do it on purpose. She had left her birth control pills back at her house when they quickly left town, and maybe jumping into bed with Mace wasn’t the best idea she had ever had, but she wasn’t sorry for it.

She took the box of pregnancy tests to the bathroom and locked herself in, hoping that Mace would sleep a bit later than usual. The last thing she wanted was for him to need to get in the bathroom while she was taking pregnancy tests.

took the first test and put it on the bathroom counter, looking back in the box to count how many more there were in there. “Eight,” she said to herself. She wasn’t sure if she had enough pee left in her bladder to take all of them, but she planned on trying her best. By the time she took eight tests, she couldn’t take the last test. But it didn’t matter. She could see that she was losing the battle since six of the tests had already come back positive.

“Shit,” she cursed. wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh, cry, or be happy about the fact that she was carrying Mace’s baby. Crying seemed to win out and she sat down on the side of the tub and sobbed.

“What am I going to do now?” she asked aloud. Of course, no one answered, but talking to herself made her feel a bit normal. She had always talked to herself. It was how she figured out the cases that she worked on. Hearing her own voice talking aloud put her mind at ease. She always practiced her closing arguments in front of a mirror and still felt as nervous as she did in law school about speaking to the jury. Sure, she pretended to be confident, but she never was.

The only thing that was sure of was that she was going to have to find a way to come clean with Mace. He was going to be a father, and she was going to be a mother and if her calculations were right, she had just seven and a half months to come up with a way to tell him.