CHAPTER SEVEN

Jennika

6 weeks later...

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pick up the pregnancy test with trembling hands and prepare to read the result. The world stops spinning and for a breathless moment I feel like I’ve fallen off the face of the planet. Two strong pink lines stare back at me. Glancing at the two other tests on my bathroom counter, there can be no denying the truth. I’m pregnant to the sinfully hot lumberjack. Well, this is a hell of a way to start the New Year...

Binning the tests, I bite my lower lip as I wander to my kitchen. A crumpled fuel receipt waits on the bench top, a phone number scrawled with a name: Dane. My heart races. “What am I doing?” I breathe. There’s no way I can terminate this baby. I’m single, turning thirty-one, and haven’t had a serious, long-term relationship in years. This might be the only chance for a family I’ll ever have.

My hand wanders to my belly and I close my eyes, imagining what the future might hold. A part of me is scared shitless, I can’t pretend otherwise; but the bigger part of me is filled with a fragile hope, one born on the wings of butterflies and secret heart wishes. I want this baby. Not just because it might be my only chance, but because I’ve always wanted a family. With my parents gone, and being an only child, I’ve dreamed of a big family for years.

I spent my childhood imagining a life of uncles and aunts, cousins, and countless little siblings to play with. Maybe I could give that precious dream to my child? A family. So, that they would never be alone in the world, even long after I’m gone. Sucking in a deep breath, I pick up my phone. I don’t have to be alone anymore. There’s a gorgeous salt-and-pepper lumberjack out there waiting for my call. “It’s time to share the news,” I say aloud as I steel my nerves and dial his number.

The phone rings just a couple times before it’s answered. “Hello, Dane speaking.”

“Hi, Dane, it’s me—Jennika.”

“Princess. It’s been a while. How are you?”

I lean back against the bench, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum. “I’m okay,” I answer.

“I’ve been hoping you’d call,” says my Christmas lover.

Taking a deep breath, I can’t help the anxious smile that stretches my lips as I stare at the floor. “I’ve been wanting to... I guess I just needed a reason to find the courage.”

Dane’s chuckle sounds over the line, and I can almost hear the smile in his tone. “Was our epic, festive fuckfest not enough of a reason?”

“Christmas was amazing,” I admit, blushing fiercely. “I just... I wanted to let you know... I’m pregnant.”

Dane growls deep in his throat. “And how do you feel about that, beautiful?”

Adrenaline zings along my nerves and I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, smiling like a fool in the privacy of my own home. “I want to keep it,” I breathe.

“What’s your address, Princess?”

“Why?” I ask, a thrill rippling through me while I chew on my lower lip.

“I’m leaving work and I’m coming to you. Be ready, baby, because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for days.”

With a squeal of rabid excitement and chaotic glee, I hang up and text him, my insides already pulsing with need, before I race back to the bathroom to freshen up.

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T here’s a knock on my door and with my heart skipping beats, I open it, revealing my readiness to my baby-daddy. Wearing nothing but the cutest plus-size negligee I own, I revel in the way Dane’s eyes darken as he drinks me in from head to toe.

In the next instant he barges over the threshold, slamming the door behind us, and catches my lips with his; his strong, hard body crushing against my softness in all the right ways. His tongue probes my mouth, hungry and full of need.

Between us, my hands wander down his torso, unbuttoning his flannel shirt as I go. My fingers splay over his delicious and perfectly defined abs as he runs his through my long hair, devouring my mouth as if it were his last meal. With anxious fingers I unbuckle his belt and unzip him, my eager hands releasing him. His cock is already hard, and the compliment is not lost on me. To think that this incredible specimen of a man finds me so attractive has me melting against him like putty.

In the next heartbeat, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing at all. He carries me to the bathroom, where he puts me down momentarily to step out of his jeans, and pull his shirt and wife-beater over his head. Then, gloriously naked, his tears me pretty negligee from my body with his bare hands and guides me backward into the shower.

Turning on the water, he adjusts the temperature and flow like an expert, before hiking me up and pressing my back to the tiled wall. He bites my neck and nibbles each nipple, then lifting me up, guides me onto his rock-solid cock.

I sheath him like a glove. It’s like I was made for him.

With his strong hands holding the plump globes of my ass, he thrusts like a demon, plowing into me with deep and unforgiving strokes-driving the very breath from my lungs.

My cunt aches with need, and I purposely contract around him, gripping him and releasing him, heightening his pleasure until he’s panting against my throat. “Oh, God. Yes,” I moan. “I’ve missed you.”

“Princess,” he growls. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you these past weeks. If you hadn’t called, I was prepared to stalk you. I had a feeling about us.”

I throw my head back, the cool tiles in stark contrast to our hot bodies. “If I was going to be stalked by anyone, I’d want it to be you,” I breathe, gasping with every plunge of his cock into my depths as I ride him.

“Fuck, baby,” Dane curses, the water running in rivulets over his exquisite muscles in a way that makes every inch of me ache. “I’m going to come.”

“Not without me.” Closing my eyes, I drive down as hard as I can, forcing him to pummel that place inside me that pushes me over the edge and into body-quaking oblivion.

“ Now , Princess. Come for me.”

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