14. Sinclaire

I should have told him sooner. I wasn't thinking, and now…

How is he going to react?

My head goes all buzzy and lightheaded as his hold on me tightens.

"That's the kind of news a man like me might latch on to," Trick says slowly. "Get excited about, way too soon."

"Excited?" My pulse skitters under my skin, a fluttery feeling that makes the lightheaded feeling worse.

"I know you just got out of school," he rumbles. "Maybe you want to do more of that. Probably don't want babies."

"I don't know," I manage to get out. "And what about you? You're…you…"

He closes his eyes and smiles. "Can't imagine that a family with you would be any kind of bad work."

I stare at him, gobsmacked. The buzzing fades to a dull, surreal roar. I'm glad that he's not looking back at me, because I must look like an idiot. I twist my head forward facing again, so he can't see the shock rippling over my expression if he opens his eyes.

After a moment, he clears his throat and presses his face into my hair. "Whatever you want, though. I can pull out next time."

"So there will be a next time?" I squeak.

He flexes his thighs behind me, working his cock into the cleft of my ass. "We might already be in the early stages of next time."

I grind back against him. "You don't need to pull out."

That makes him groan. "What are you saying, pet?"

I hold my breath and count backward from three. Two, one… "You already like to be called Daddy," I say as casually as I can manage with his grip so tight on my body it's making it hard to breathe, and my heart racing a mile a minute. "Might as well make it official."

Trick groans like he might actually be in pain. "God damn it, if you give me that chance I will make it come true." He thrusts up against me, his cock streaking pre-come against my thighs again. "I bet it takes tonight. When was you last period?"

"Umm…" Never in my wildest fantasies could I have guessed I'd have wound up naked, cherry freshly plucked, and slowly grinding against Trick's rock hard erection as we talk about how fertile I am. I count backwards. "Two weeks ago."

This is something from a horny fantasy, not real life.

But the warm press of his hand to my belly feels pretty darn real. My head swims as he rubs it back and forth, back and forth. "Fate wants us to do this tonight, then. But you can't be nervous tomorrow, though. Nobody will know that you might already be pregnant. That'll be our little secret for a few weeks."

Our little secret.

There's a loud thump on the door. "Lowry! We're back! Come party with us, you fucker!"

Trick's breath is warm against my skin. "Ignore them."

"Do you want to go celebrate?" My heart squeezes as I think of keeping him from his teammates on this night of all nights. "If you distract them, I can sneak out. My flight is early in the morning, anyway."

"What?" He rolls me onto my back and glares down at me, looking ferocious. And hot. Very hot. "You aren't going anywhere."

I give him a placating smile. "Come on, Trick."

He scowls.

I try a different tactic. "Daddy?"

His expression softens a bit. But just a bit. "You aren't sneaking out of this room."

"I was thinking I would stay here," I say reasonably. "And you would go out there. And then I'll be waiting for you when you get home."

"No. You're coming home with me. And not just back to Florida. Then I want to take you to Wyoming."

To his ranch.

I have a sudden image of little boys who think they're ten feet tall, racing across a grassy plain, chasing after horses, and my chest squeezes tight.

It's the kind of future vision a girl could latch on to. But that's private between me and Trick, and right now, his teammates are outside and they don't care about babies or ranches or anything beyond these few hours and days of celebration.

I reel in my hopes and dreams and try to be reasonable, pointing out the obvious. "You should go out there for a bit. They want to celebrate with you."

"I'm busy celebrating with you. And I have no intention of stopping."

"We have to stop at some point. You need to… We can't just walk down that hall together in the morning!" I exclaim, because obviously we can't.

But even though I'm sure that's the correct, reasonable understanding of our situation, I feel a twinge of regret. I push it down.

Shock sparks on Trick's face. "You don't want to?"

"It's not what I want, it's?—"

"No," he says so firmly the rest of my thought dies on my lips. "What you want matters very, very much. Are you afraid of what they might say? Because I won't let anyone hurt you."

"I'm not…" Emotion wells in my chest. "I'm not afraid."

He strokes my cheek, so gentle for a big man. "Then what are you feeling right now? Because I don't like the look on your face. I want to make it go away."

"I don't want to make a scene," I whisper. "It'll ruin the victory."

"Fuck. That." He crowds me into the mattress, heavy on top of me, his face right in front of mine. His thick arms bracket me tight on either side, and as he inhales, his belly expands to press against my quivering tummy. "You are the cherry on top of this win. You are mine, and I am so fucking proud of that. I want to claim you in front of everyone, and nothing will change that."

"Everyone? Even my dad?"

"Every. One." He kisses me, his lips firm and warm, his tongue sure and confident. A kiss that says, I'm your Daddy now, and I believe it.

I gasp into his mouth and he deepens the embrace.

As his team parties in the hallway, he works his cock against my pussy, fitting it between my puffy, aching lips and giving me something good to grind against. It feels wicked, how we're unable to keep our hands off each other, secret touches that feel so electric, when nobody knows I'm in here.

I'm his.

He's proud of claiming me.

I'm his.

Which makes it easy to nod when he asks me if I want him inside me.

"There will never be anything between us," he rasps as he fits his cock against my entrance. "Gonna take you bare every day until you start to swell. And then I'll take you bare again, twice as often, just to celebrate."

"Yes," I beg, even as it hurts, even as he pushes inside me and it's tender and rough and too much—because it's not quite enough.

I need more.

I need him to fill me up again.

I need us to know the choice we're making this time.

"Put a baby in me," I whisper.

He stills, balls deep. His cock throbs, swelling big enough to test my limits. "You want that?"

A newfound confidence zings through me at how much I affect him. "Uh huh. I want to make you a Daddy."

"God damn it," he rumbles, and then he kisses me again, and starts moving. "Beg me, Sinclaire. Beg Daddy to fill you up. Show me how much you want this."

"Please, Daddy."

"Please what?" His voice is harsh now, demanding.

I love it. "Please… Please breed me." It comes out weak and watery, and that is not how I feel. "Trick…" That's better. Stronger. "Fill me up."

He grunts and thrusts harder.

I toss my head back, moving with him now. "Breed me," I moan. "Trick, breed me."

His hand covers my mouth, his fingers gentle. "Shhh, baby. When I said claim you, I meant hold your hand as we walk onto the plane." But his cock swells inside me, stretching me to my limits. His eyes darken as he locks his gaze onto mine. "Do you want them to hear you begging me to breed you?"

There's a note of laughter in his voice, though. And he's hardly covering my mouth enough to stop me from being noisy. Because he really doesn't care one way or another if they do.

Tentatively, I nod.

His hand slides away, fisting the sheets next to my head.

"No," I whisper, changing my mind.

This is just for us.

Our secret, if only for a few weeks.

My body tightens around his, picturing us walking onto the team plane in the morning, his big hand wrapped around mine. His seed deep in my body. A public claiming, and a private one.

"I want your baby," I whisper again, this time very much just for him.

And he slams into me, sending both of us into a climax that goes on and on, and I'm not quiet at all.