Chapter 12

CHLOE

The jet, Drew chartered, is too big for two people, well four if you count the pilot and attendant. We decided we didn't want to give the paparazzi any additional opportunities to get our photos. The plane can seat as many as eighteen and has a bedroom with a full bathroom. The seats are bigger than first class on a commercial flight, and the blanket that covers us is really nice. I'm trying to steady my heart and my head. The last few days have been an intense whirlwind of activity. Our wedding conversation happened Wednesday night, and three days later, we're married. I'm snuggling next to Drew, who's breathing slowly, fast asleep. I wish I could sleep. Everything is just too much for me. Lily gave me the week off, even though she's short-staffed with Jillian on maternity leave. I'll be working hard to catch up when I get back. Freya is reveling in the changes. She's adjusting to everything so easily, and I keep waiting for the shoe to drop and have her melt down. She's staying with Lily and Phoebe while we honeymoon in Hawaii. Honeymoon. I'm frickin' married to Drew King.

"Babe. Get out of your head. You said you wanted to read." He tosses off the blanket and takes my hand, leading me to the back of the plane. "Let's sleep." He unhooks my ivory dress, and it falls to the floor. I'm standing in a baby blue strapless bra with matching panties, and I smile as his erection grows in his pants. I can't help myself, and I reach my hand to stroke over the bulge in the slacks. Drew moans. My eyes catch his, and I blush. His fingers touch my chin and he lifts. "Why are you embarrassed?"

"Um. Maybe you don't want to be touched."

"Chloe? Of course I want you to touch me. I realize this marriage is a bit unconventional to say the least, but nothing has changed. I want to make love to you anytime it works for you."

His eyes bore into mine with a combination of sincerity and lust, a heady combination. Taking my courage in hand, I brush my fingers over his bulge again. I love the way his body shudders, and I feel powerful. I use my other hand and wrap it around his neck as I pull myself up on my toes. Our tongues intertwine and my body warms in anticipation. I capture his gasp in my mouth as he places his hands on my hips to lie me down on the bed. The comforter is cool and soft in contrast to the heat in my body. We break the kiss and he yanks his shirt over his head, buttons pinging around the room.

I giggle, and it stops his movement for a moment, and he smiles. The rush of wetness between my legs and my spiking pulse point makes me blush, which gets his attention. "You want me?"

"That's like saying you're somewhat attractive." I spread my legs and crook my finger. "Get those pants off, and I'll show you how much I want you."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a strip of condoms, throwing them on the bed, then unbuttons his pants and slides them with his briefs off his body. "So, you think I'm attractive."

I raise up on my elbows. "Do you need me to fluff that ego of yours?"

His smile dips. "Yeah."

I move up into a sitting position on the bed, pulling my legs in as he sits down, naked with his massive erection bobbing as he sits. My heart is racing as I blurt out. "You're gorgeous and kind. I like you a lot more than I ever thought I could. You're a better person than I imagined, and your happiness matters to me."

He leaps at me, shoving me down and kisses me. He moves to my neck and whispers. "I think you're the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. I'm happy you're here with me."

The plane shudders with the turbulence as I inhale his scent, and he smells like home. He shifts down to my breasts, taking one in his hand and the other in his mouth. His tongue lathes my nipple as his fingers twist and pinch the other. "I love your breasts. I wish I could have you naked all the time."

I giggle. "That would make Human Resources at work very unhappy, not to mention a poor parenting decision at home."

He pops off my nipple and grabs the condoms, pulling one off the others. He slides it on his enormous cock as I stare. He lays back down and puts his arms around me, pulling me onto his body. "Ride me."

I could never imagine feeling comfortable with myself to do this, but the thought doesn't take hold. Sliding him in ever so slowly, I settle, blowing out a breath. My pussy is so full. He's smiling and takes my hands in his.

"I wasn't kidding. Ride me." He pushes up as I rock myself back. This feels so good.

CHLOE

We're four days into our honeymoon. I'm happy. We've spent the last two days doing fun touristy things, and I'm falling hard for my husband. Drew and I step out of the shower, and he pulls me to him, crushing my breasts against his hard chest. "Ouch."

"Hey." He looks down at me with soft eyes. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."

I shake my head and put my hands on my breasts. "My nipples were really sensitive last night, but now they hurt." The color drains from my face, and I watch concern break over his. "What's the date?"

His brow lifts and he reaches to the counter and grabs his watch. "It's the nineteenth of June."

My hand rushes to cover my mouth as I groan. I sit down on the plush bench next to the door and stare at Drew. The look of concern has morphed into fear as he drops to his knees in front of me. "What's wrong?"

I take down my hand and swipe the tear that is falling on my cheek. "I'm late."

He puts his hand on my knee. "Late, as in pregnant?"

I nod my head slowly, trying to slow my racing heart and dim the rushing sound in my head. "I told you I wasn't on the pill anymore. That's why we had to use condoms."

He nods. "And we have."

I take a deep breath. "My breasts are sore. I'm more than a week late, even being out of whack with my hormones, I shouldn't be this late."

"I'll go get you a test."

I chew on my lip. This can't be what you signed up for. Please don't let it be true. "Get two, please."

He rushes into the bedroom to put on his clothes, mumbling. "I'll get three."

DREW

I step into the hotel elevator. Her words keep echoing in my head. I always use condoms. How the hell did this happen? My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I see a picture of a goat eating a Mustang's hat. Travis. I dial his number.

"Hey. Everything okay? I figured you'd be too deep in Chloe to come up for air."

"Trav?"

"Drew? What's wrong?"

"I. I'm going to the store for a pregnancy test, well three tests."

He sighs on the other end of the phone. "That's great news, isn't it?"

Is it? My head is trying to sort it out, but my heart has his arms crossed with a silly grin, and he's nodding. "I don't know. She's freaked."

Travis takes a breath. "I can imagine it's a surprise, but these things can happen."

"But this wasn't supposed to be permanent. She didn't agree to that."

"I'll bet it was the outdated condoms."

"What?"

"Your condoms in the drawer under your sofa. I told you they were old."

"Oh, shit. I didn't think about that."

He chuckles. "We talked about it."

"I know, but it didn't register."

His chuckle gets deeper. "You mean your cock was too busy doing the thinking for you. Isn't she on birth control?"

"No. She changed insurances, and the pill she'd been taking wasn't available, and the new one had too many side effects, so she was taking a break. That's what the condoms are for." My head is racing and the calmness in my heart is making me nervous. "If she's pregnant, I can't let her go, Trav."

"I knew when I looked at the two of you that you weren't going to let her go, no matter what you've been telling yourself. You looked like you'd won the championship and gotten MVP at the same time, when you said your vows."

I did. It was right. I didn't marry her because of my image problem or to help the team. I love her. "Oh shit."

"Just realized it, huh?"

"What am I going to do? She's freaking out."

"Get the tests, pull her into your arms and tell her you love her and want to keep her, before you find out if you really knocked her up."

"You're a smart man."

"Yeah, and I want to be the godfather."

"Sure." I hang up the phone as I leave the hotel to walk down the street to the pharmacy. "Please be okay with this, Chloe. You're mine."