Ramagos, Tonya - Strictly Accountable [Stud Service 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (17 page)

She turned from the mirror and paced the tiled floor in the matchbox room, wringing her hands with each step. “I’ve got to think of something he’ll go for. Rufus certainly won’t do.” She idly rubbed her flat tummy, not realizing where her hand had landed until the timer dinged.

Sabrina whirled, her gaze instantly flying to the stick lying by the timer on the countertop next to the sink. She gulped, pulse racing as she took a tentative step toward the counter and stopped. She closed her eyes with the next step, fear warring with hope in her system and making her lightheaded.

“For crying out loud, Sabrina, just look.” She forced her eyes open, made her feet take that final step close enough for her to view the tiny screen on the stick. Her knees buckled at the sight of the single blue line. She caught the edge of the counter, taking deep breaths and letting them out slow as the realization hit home. They did it, and it hadn’t taken six months. It barely even took six weeks. She was pregnant.

She glanced down at her belly, circled her palm over the flat flesh, and imagined how it would look, how it would feel in just a few short months. “Wow,” she breathed. “You’re really in there, aren’t you? Well, guess we should go tell your daddy.”

She reached for the door, pausing with her hand on the knob, and tipped her head back, staring at the ceiling for a long moment. Nerves rocked her insides. Hope she knew she had no business feeling wound around her heart. She tamped it all down, forced herself to think logically through it, and opened the door. The heart she fought so desperately to keep steady in her chest did an aroused little thump when her gaze landed on Brody. He lay in the center of her bed, back resting against the headboard, one leg bent at the knee and the other stretched straight. He had removed his boots when he entered her apartment, leaving his feet bare but for a pair of utilitarian white socks. He wore faded jeans with a gray T-shirt lovingly hugging every rippling muscle and inch of delicious flesh.

Would the mere sight of the man ever stop making her head go all wonky and her pussy cream?

She doubted it.

One brow slowly lifted over a questioning eye. “Well?”

Sabrina breathed deep and let it out slow. “Well, if Rachael decides to conform to a practical schedule like her mommy hopes, she’ll be making an appearance in a little less than nine months.”

His grin took a long time to tilt his lips, but when it did, Sabrina felt the effect of the sight ricochet off every erogenous zone in her body and some she didn’t even know were there. “You’re positive?”

She nodded. “Positive.”

His grin faded far more quickly than it had appeared, and her heart sank.

“Rachael?”

Relief crashed into her fear that he’d changed his mind now that it had happened. She let herself laugh with it, needing the humor to calm her conflicting nerves. “It’s better than Rufus.”

“Those home test things, have they gotten advanced enough to tell you what it is, too?”

Sabrina bit the inside of her cheek, wanting desperately to play it out, but knowing she wasn’t a good enough liar to tease him. “It didn’t tell me anything beyond the fact that I’m pregnant.”

“Then it can still be a Rufus.”

“No, it can’t be. We are not naming our baby Rufus.”

“I guess we’ve got about seven and a half months to duke this one out.”

“I’ll win.”

“Are you sure about that?”

No. She learned weeks ago not to be sure about anything when it came to Brody Holt. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of an answer, she glanced at her wristwatch. “I suppose I should call Mom, break the news, and get the wedding plans rolling.”

“Come here.”

She lifted her head at Brody’s raspy tone, her gaze slamming into his. Flames erupted from head to toe, needs ramming into wants at the look of hunger in his eyes. She started to argue, but his power over her compelled her to obey. She went to him, climbing onto the side of the bed and walking on her knees until she reached his outstretched arms.

He enveloped her, drawing her in against him and capturing her mouth in a kiss of both possession and desire that sent her senses careening. He made love to her mouth with his tongue, gently licking over her tongue, her pallet, and her teeth until all air felt devoured from her body. His hands roamed her back, her sides, one sliding around between their bodies to cover her breast.

Sabrina moaned, arching into the touch, craving more as her very being responded to him. His other arm tightened around her waist, and he lifted her, settling her onto his lap, not pausing for a second in his delicious assault on her mouth. Then he set to removing her shirt, the backs of his fingers dancing up her flesh as he pulled the material up. He wrenched his mouth from hers only long enough to pull the shirt higher, stopping when it covered her eyes, using it as a make-shift blindfold as he returned to kissing her. He nipped her lips, dragged his teeth along her jawline, and licked his way down the column of her neck.

Sabrina couldn’t think beyond the sudden onslaught of hormones screaming through her system. The pressure built in her center, creaming her pussy and drawing a whimper of need from her swollen lips she couldn’t have swallowed if she’d tried.

“Brody.” His tongue continued its path down her throat and chest, his hair tickling as he dipped his head farther. She cried out again when his mouth closed on her nipple. His lips felt like rough velvet as he licked the taut bud into his mouth, gave it a quick nip that had her bucking in his embrace, and suckled until her cries turned to moans of pure desperation. “Please.”

There was no need for this anymore. He couldn’t make her pregnant twice. She wanted to tell him to stop. Dear Heavenly Father, she couldn’t keep giving herself to him this way. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust of his cock into her center pushed him further and further into her heart and her very soul. He destroyed another part of her each time he started this because she knew he wanted only this, only sex, and she needed so much more.

Brody misunderstood her plea for him to stop. He lifted her again, this time flipping her onto her back. He pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, and she blinked him into focus, her breath catching in her throat at the carnal desire darkening his eyes.

“I want you, Sabrina.” His raspy words moved through her as effectively as his touch over her flesh. He made quick work of her pants and his. Almost before she could register what was happening, she lay naked with her legs spread and his hips poised between her thighs ready to thrust his hard cock inside her begging pussy.

She couldn’t resist him, couldn’t deny him. She nodded, knowing all the while the moment he entered her she would be one step closer to her doom. She never dreamed dying could be this good.

Her body welcomed him, muscles stretching and clenching to accommodate his cock as he inched inside her. “Brody.” She panted, lifting her hips to meet his invasion, wanting him to slam into her, needing the speed, the roughness.

“What do you need, Sabrina? Tell me.” He braced the weight of his upper body with his hands on either side of her head as he flexed his cock inside her, stroked her internally, and drove her closer to the edge of sheer madness.

“Harder. Faster.” She clung to the hope that it would work. Even when he dominated her, it felt too much like making love, but when he took her this slowly, when he peppered her with tenderness and looked at her the way he did now, it shattered her.

He shook his head. “Not this time.”

“You won’t hurt the baby.”
It’s me you’ll hurt this way
. Her mind screamed the last as he pushed through the door to her soul with each snail-paced slide into her channel. He made her feel too much, made her senses crazed.

“I won’t last if I take you faster.” Arousal strained his voice, making it tighter and raspy. “I need you too bad, Sabrina. It feels too good.”

His confession surprised her and made her wonder if she unknowingly reached a deeper part of him as he’d done to her.

“Your pussy is gripping my cock like a fist. So tight. So wet.”

And maybe she was reading more into his statement than he really meant. Tears burned the backs of her eyes, and she struggled to keep them from falling. She had to remember whatever his reasons for marrying her, for agreeing to get her pregnant, the single motive that likely topped his list was this. Sex at his disposal. She was a submissive who would give him her body whenever he chose to take. He wanted her body, wanted to fuck her beyond sanity, but he didn’t want her heart.

He dipped his head, nipping her sensitive nipple and eliciting a gasp from her that bordered a whimper. Her body blazed out of control, needs colliding with emotions, overwhelming every ounce of her practicality.

“Brody.” She stretched her arms as far as she could reach, latching onto his hips as he rocked them in a measured rhythm and still delved deeper inside her. She wouldn’t last either. The pressure built, growing claws of pure rapture.

“Come for me, Sabrina. Come with me.” The order came in a harsh male groan as he stroked her insides, his cock finding her G-spot and sending her over the precipice of ecstasy. “Fuck, yes!” He jerked with his own release. His face contorted in an expression of pained-pleasure. Then he slowly melted on top of her, still buried deep inside her channel, her inner muscles gripping his cock as the last of the spasms exhausted out of her.

* * * *

“You’re pregnant!” Maria Gibson’s joy gushed through the cellular waves. “Oh, Sabrina, you can’t know how happy this makes me.”

Sabrina couldn’t help but laugh. “It better make you happy after all your pressuring and ultimatums, Mother.”

“It was all because we love you, sweetheart.”

“And because you wanted grandchildren.” Sabrina flattened her free hand on her belly, imagining how it would feel in just a few short months when it became rounded by the life growing inside.

“Which you and Savannah have now given me.”

A long pause filled the line. Sabrina decided to wait it out, letting her mother steer the conversation. She had waited a full week before making the call, hemming and hawing over how to break the news, what exactly to tell her mother, and how much she should reveal.

“There will be a wedding, won’t there, Sabrina?” Her mother’s tone rang with equal parts uncertainty and hope.

Sabrina had expected the question and figured she would likely get the third degree on her relationship with Brody. It was one of the myriad of reasons she put off calling her folks. She didn’t know how to explain a marriage that would end once the baby was born. She tried calling Savannah for advice, but her sister hadn’t been any help. Savannah was so ecstatic in her new marriage to Brandon, her son and another baby on the way that Sabrina hadn’t been able to broach the subject of the truth behind her relationship with Brody, much less their plans to dissolve the marriage once the baby was born.

“Yes, Mom, there will be a wedding.”

“Before the baby is born, I hope.”

“Before the baby is born.”
It’s the only way he would agree to give me the baby
.

“Fantastic! I should’ve known my most practical daughter would do everything by the book.” Unlike Savannah, who hadn’t married Brandon until after the birth of their first child.

Yep, that’s me, practical Sabrina. Forget about romance. Who needs it? Forget about love and the fairy tale happily ever after Brody seems so set to give every girl in his life except me
.

“We should start planning immediately.”

Sabrina only half heard her mother as she rushed on, excitedly jabbering about the impending wedding. The sooner they got it done and over with, the better for her. She expected the next seven and a half months to be filled with the joys of motherhood and fraught with more heartache than any woman ever wanted to feel.

Chapter Ten