The Commitment (7 page)

“Yes,” she yawns, kissing my chest before resting her head against me. “And a biscuit. With some honey.”

“Okay.”

Reluctantly rising from the floor, I call room service and place our order. Knowing we have a few minutes, I join Sophie in the shower and step out when I hear it arrive. By the time my girl comes out in a towel, I’ve got us set up on the couch with a rerun of New Girl on the television.

“I called to check on JT and he’s fine. Ana took him to the library and then she’s going to take him for lunch. Are you feeling okay?”

“Thanks Babysaurus,” she says, biting my arm before taking her plate from me. “I feel fanfreakingtastic.”

“You’re welcome,” I say, beaming when she takes a bite from her chicken and lets out an appreciative sigh. “So we have a couple more hours of alone time.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Well, if you’re feeling okay,” I start, handing her the lemonade I ordered her. “I say we properly defile this suite and then go finish our shower.”

“You’re disgusting, Baby,” she sighs, smirking up at me and resting her head on my shoulder as she takes a bite of her chicken. “I love it.”

“You should, you little pervert,” I grin down at her. “You’re the one who corrupted me.”

“Oh whatever,” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “I was sweet and innocent when we met. We’ve been together less than a year and you’ve already got me pregnant, shacked up in a hotel room and eating chicken naked.”

“First of all, I think we both know if you were naked, this beautiful little conversation of ours wouldn’t be happening,” I joke, causing her to grin. “Second, don’t try and turn this around on me, Sweetheart. This all happened after I was exposed to your filthy mouth and exhibitionist streak,” I chuckle. “I used to be downright wholesome.”

“Why do you lie?” she giggles, shaking her head as she reveals a dimple. “You’re not even very good at it.”

“I’m not lying,” I smirk, popping a French fry into my mouth. “I don’t know what you think I was like before we got together, but we do a lot of shit I never did before I met you.”

“Seriously?” she asks, arching her brows in disbelief.

“Yep,” I admit. “I told you, Baby. Craziest shit I ever did before you happened in a backseat of a car and it was very dull in comparison.”

“Okay,” she says, setting her empty plate on the table in front of her and crossing her arms before facing me. “So the spanking and the panty ripping and the elevator orgasms and the kitchen sex and ‘Go Baby’…”

“All you, Babygirl,” I wink down at her, kissing the tip of her nose and laughing at the shocked expression on her face.

“No shit?”

“No shit,” I chuckle, setting my plate to the side. “And two weeks definitely would not have nearly killed me before you.”

“Aww,” she blushes, leaning against my chest. “So, basically what you’re telling me is I’m the best you ever had, then, huh?”

“Hands down,” I confess immediately as I kiss her hair.

“Well damn,” she says quietly.

“What?”

“I should have asked for something better than chicken,” she laughs. “I bet you’re totally whipped.”

“You’re such an ass,” I say, fighting a smile.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Lover.”

“Easy for you to say,” I chuckle. “
Your
fiancé didn’t just call you out!”

“Call me out. I don’t care,” she shrugs with a giggle as she sips from her straw. “Ain’t no shame in my game, Baby. My man just gave me four orgasms and some fried chicken. You best believe I’m whipped.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she nods. “Like a
lot
.”

Gently gripping the back of her damp hair, I meet her eyes and take hold of the back of her neck. Pulling her lips to mine, she lets out a low whimper that has me instantly hard. When she moves to straddle me, she feels it as I grind against her and moans into my mouth.

Taking hold of her thighs, I lift her into my arms and make my way to our room and set her on her feet at the foot of the bed. As I yank the towel from her body and stalk towards her, her breathing hitches. When she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, I can’t stop the low groan that leaves my chest.

Cupping her chin, I turn her head to the side and slowly run my tongue up the side of her neck. When I reach her earlobe and bite gently, she lets out a low mewl.

“Tell me what you want, Sophie,” I whisper into her ear, causing a shiver to run through her.

“Everything,” she husks, gripping the sides of my waist as her hot breath hits my bare chest. “Take whatever you want, Chase. I’m yours.”

Taking her mouth, I savor in the taste of her tongue against mine as her hard nipples brush against my skin. Gripping the back of her neck possessively, I cup her sex and let out a groan when she spreads her legs wider for me. Kissing her harder, I slip a finger inside. As I feel how wet she already is for me, I growl as I swallow her moans of pleasure.

“Fuck, Baby,” I pant, pulling away and dropping the towel from my waist as I hold her eyes, sucking my fingers clean. “Get your ass in that bed.”

Chase

“That doctor is a liar,” Sophie groans her way over the sink in our hotel room before placing her pink toothbrush into her mouth. “She said once I made it through my first trimester, I probably wouldn’t puke as much but I think it’s actually getting worse.”

“I’m sorry, Baby,” I say from my spot behind her as I rub her shoulders.

“It’s okay,” she sighs as she rinses, shutting the water off and turning to face me. “Your mom said that it’s actually a good sign. According to her, the more I throw up, the healthier the baby should be.”

“So hacking your guts out is good, then,” I tell her with a small chuckle as I press my lips to her temple.

“I guess,” she shrugs. “I always thought that was an old wives tale, but she said she was sick all the way through her pregnancy with Emily.”

“Yeah, well, you never know,” I laugh. “You might be prone to chronic nausea if you had to spend that much time alone with my sister, too.”

“Be nice,” she giggles, playfully swatting at my side before resting her forehead on my chest and letting out a grumble. “I really don’t feel like working today.”

“So don’t,” I tell her, placing my hand over the diminutive bump just barely beginning to form over her midsection. “Do you want me to call and tell Drake you’re not feeling well?”

“No, I can’t do that,” she says with a yawn. “We’ve only got a few days left here and there’s a mountain of paperwork that still has to be filed.”

“You’re the foreman’s fiancé,” I tell her as I kiss her on the forehead. “You can do anything you want, Baby.”

“That ain’t how I roll,” she smiles, biting my chin gently and looking up at me. “I’ll be fine, I’m just sleepy.”

“Okay, just don’t wear yourself out too much,” I tell her, brushing the golden strands away from her face. “I’ve got some stuff planned for you later.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, you big perv,” she giggles, giving me a flash of her dimples.

“I meant for our anniversary,” I chuckle, gently gripping the bottom of her hair and pulling her head back to face me. “But after that? Yeah, we’re totally pervin’ that shit up.”

“Sweet!” she says, keeping the grin on my face as I lower my lips to her neck. “Where’s JT going to be?”

“Jack’s taking him to see a movie and for supper after work and then he’s spending the night with Drake and Ana.”

“So I won’t see him again at all today?” she asks, taking my hand as I lead her through our suite, gathering what we’ll need for the day. “That part sucks. I only saw him for a minute before you took him to Ana.”

“Well, I thought you might say that,” I admit, glancing down at her. “So, Ana is bringing him up to the office for a while before we get done on the site so you can see him before Jack takes him.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, kissing my arm. “Do you think we’re leaving him with other people too much? I feel like I’m not spending enough time with him.”

“You spend almost all of your spare time with him, Baby. And it’s not like you’re leaving him with a sitter or in daycare with strangers,” I tell her. “Ana and Jack are the only people he sees besides us and they’re his cousins.”

“I know,” she sighs, throwing her purse over her shoulder and following me out of the elevator. “I just want him to be happy.”

“He will be,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “He’s going through a really hard time right now, but he’s going to be okay. You just have to give him some time, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” she nods, giving me a small smile as she climbs into the truck.

“Once we get back to Rockport, it won’t be so crazy,” I tell her as I slide in behind the wheel. “We can start getting him settled and we’ll talk to Drake about cutting your hours back so you can be home with him more.”

“Okay,” she says, smiling bigger and kissing me on the cheek before popping a chocolate covered pretzel into her mouth. “Thank you, Pickle Pie.”

“You’re welcome,” I respond, laughing at her pet name as she rests her head against my shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re still eating those as sick as you got yesterday.”

“I know, but I woke up craving them again,” she says, humming when I instinctively place my hand between her legs. “You keep that hand there and we’re going to have bigger problems, Sexy Pants.”

“That’s okay,” I tell her, squeezing her sex gently. “You just call me on my radio and I’ll be at that office faster than you can shake a stick, Babygirl.”

Sophie

By the time lunch rolls around, I’m a mess of hormones and lust. While I had to assume Chase wasn’t being completely serious about me radioing him into the office for a booty call midmorning, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered it.

While I’ve always had a very healthy sex drive, ever since I’d hit my fourth month of pregnancy it’s been out of control. At five minutes past eleven, I see Chase’s truck pulling into the parking lot and can’t stop the sigh of relief that leaves me.

“Thank Jesus,” I groan, switching off my monitor and pushing away from my desk.

Drake had been nice enough to give us a slightly extended lunch hour, but we’d not been spending much time eating while we were out of the office. With my heightened libido, most days I’d been bringing lunch back to the office so we could make a mad dash back to the hotel for a midday quickie.

“Hey Baby,” he smiles as he walks into the office. “You ready for lunch?”

Pulling his sunglasses off, he reveals his blue eyes against bronzed skin. His biceps are still glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he bends down to meet my lips.

Oh my God, how does he make his sweat smell so good?

Immediately, I know I’m not going to make the thirty minute drive through traffic to the hotel.

“No time,” I admit against his lips, pulling his radio from his side and tossing it onto my desk before gripping his arm, pulling him toward the office bathroom.

“Are you serious?” he chuckles, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“Yes,” I tell him, pushing the door shut and securing the lock before facing him.

“Babe,” he starts, stilling my movement when I raise my skirt and begin peeling my thong down my legs. “The guys come in here at lunch sometimes to talk to Drake. It’s almost guaranteed that someone is going to walk into the office.”

“I don’t care,” I admit, pulling free. “I can’t wait, Chase. I’ve been sitting in that chair staring at the clock for the past hour and it is ridiculous how hot you are right now. I promise I’ll be really quiet.” When he raises his eyebrows in doubt, I roll my eyes. “I can be quiet!”

“You never have been before,” he laughs.

“Then you can put your hand over my mouth, gag me, whatever! I don’t care! Just take your pants off, Baby.”

Groaning at my suggestions, he begins unfastening his belt and holds my eyes.

“Okay, but we have to be quick. Get up on the sink and lift your skirt,” he husks out. When I move to pull my stiletto’s off he shakes his head slightly and gives me a lascivious grin. “Leave those on.”

After a quick assessment, I curse the lifted sink fit only for huge men and turn to him.

“I think I’m too short,” I sigh. “You might have to help me.”

Pushing his zipper down, he takes the step that separates us and with no effort, hoists me up on the edge.

“No problem,” he whispers against my lips before giving me a chaste kiss and dropping to his knees in front of me. “You’re going to be quiet, right?”

“Not a peep,” I whisper, miming to him that my lips are sealed.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” he smirks up at me as he pulls my legs over his shoulders and buries his face between my thighs.

The second his tongue makes contact, I let out a slight whimper, causing his eyes to dance in amusement as he peers up at me.

“You better be a good girl,” he warns playfully before flattening his tongue over me and slowly licking his way up.

“I will,” I moan out in a soft whisper as my hand grips the back of his hair.

As he reaches my clit, he wraps his lips around me and sucks, pulling an involuntary groan from me. My breathing quickens in no time. As I feel my orgasm wash over his tongue, I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. The action causes him to groan into me, the vibrations doing crazy things to my body.

Once I’m licked clean, he stands and immediately grips my neck, crashing his lips to mine as he pushes into me.

He wastes no time in giving me every inch of what I’ve been craving. Moving his grip to my thighs, he runs his lips down my neck. As he reaches his favorite spot at the bend between my shoulder and neck, he sucks hard as he continues driving into me.

“Fuck,” I whimper, struggling to keep my voice low.

“Hush Baby,” he whispers into my ear, sending chills through me. “Be a good girl.”

“I’m trying,” I pant almost silently.

As he rocks his hips into mine, I savor in the feel of him nearly pulling all the way out before filling me completely. As his thick shaft stretches me past my limits again and again, I let my head fall gently against the mirror behind me and surrender to the gentle hum that’s building.

“Is this what you needed, Baby?” he croons against my mouth, slowly teasing my lips with his tongue.

“Yes,” I mewl, loving the way his large hands squeeze my thighs as he meets my eyes, drunk with arousal. “God, I needed you so bad, Chase. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he says quietly as his lips brush against mine. “Give me some sugar, Princess.”

Parting my mouth for him, he slowly laps at my tongue as he holds my gaze. Biting my lip gently, he pulls one arm from his shoulders and sucks my fingers into his mouth.

“Touch yourself for me, Sweetheart,” he whispers as he replaces his grip on my thigh.

The second my finger skims over my swollen clit, my breathing hitches, causing him to hum darkly. He lowers his gaze to watch my movements and lets out a low groan of pleasure. The combined effects of him moving inside me, his touch along with my own and his lust filled eyes as he watches me has me panting almost instantly.

“Mine,” he husks, raising his dominant aqua gaze to mine.

“Yours,” I agree immediately. “Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he whispers against my lips. “You ready to give it to me, Gorgeous?”

“Yes,” I whimper, the feel of him begin to throb inside me pushing me over the edge.

“Show me who owns this cunt, Princess,” he husks.

“Oh my God,” I cry out too loudly, immediately burying my face into his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his skin to keep quiet.

“Go Baby!” he commands and I’m flying.

As soon as he feels me clamp down, he lets out a quiet groan and increases his pace.

“Baby, fuck,” he grounds out in pleasure through clenched teeth as I continue to ride my wave.

“I want it, Chase,” I pant. “I want your come, Baby, please.”

My words send him into overdrive and cause him to crash his mouth to mine as he fills me to the brink.

As his hands find my breasts, he lightly brushes his fingertips over my skin and gives me a deep, slow kiss. Once we come down, Chase helps me down from the sink and we begin to redress so we can leave for lunch. We’re nearly done when we hear Drake’s voice breaking the silence on the other side of the door.

“Are you two serious?” Pulling the door open, we’re met Drake’s deadpan expression. “Just once, I’d like to walk to a public bathroom and not have to wait for the two of you to finish defacing it before I can take a piss.”

“Sorry man,” Chase chuckles, giving him a brotherly pat on the arm as we squeeze passed him.

“No, you’re not,” he smirks.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m defintely not, but it’s nice to be nice,” Chase smiles, grabbing my hand. “See you in an hour.”

Ana

As I walk into the office with JT, I smile to myself as I see him run towards Sophie, climbing into her lap. A part of me is happy to see that Sophie is busy on the phone with a client. While I couldn’t be happier for her, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a touch of envy.

When we found out that I wasn’t pregnant after all, I’d had a much harder time dealing with the news than I’d anticipated. Although I’d told myself having children with Drake wasn’t something I’d had my heart set on, I found out immediately that I’d only been lying to myself.

Since the moment the doctor had come back with my results, I’d had the bittersweet feeling of complete elation for my best friend and heartbreak for myself. Even Drake, as hesitant as he’d been on the prospect of having children, seemed a little disappointed.

He’d been great about everything since that day. We’d had another talk after he’d gotten back from the office the night of my appointment. While he’d stayed adamant that he’d do anything to make me happy, I still wanted to know this would be something we both wanted. Agreeing to shelve the discussion until we got home to Corpus, we’d slowly drifted back into our routine.

“Hey Sweet Pea,” Sophie sings cheerfully as she hangs up the phone and showers kisses over his face.