Page 16 of Jocked Up

“Exactly that. I wanted a nice home to offer the woman I wanted to marry. A nice house to play with the kids in, for parties, and lazy days in the pool.” His eyes had gotten a faraway look and I knew he was picturing it.

“That sounds beautiful, Drake. Just what a girl would want.” I was trying not to hold my breath but he was taking my breath away, his nearness, the change in his personality, it was all combining to make my head spin. “And what about football?”

“I plan to retire if we go to the Super Bowl this year. I may anyway. With a family to take care of and play with I should get out before I suffer too much physical damage.” He laughed again and I loved how much we’d laughed tonight, even if it was partially nervous laughter.

“This is all just unreal isn’t it? I think I’m dreaming, or hallucinating. Maybe I didn’t eat enough and I’m really on the floor dreaming all of this?” I knew it was real, my heart was beating too fast for it not to be, but still, it was so surreal that I could have been dreaming.

“No, it’s real, Bethany. And I really do plan to give you the moon, even if you won’t marry me.” Drake gave me a lopsided grin that made my heart beat even faster and my pulse throb in my ears. The man had no idea what being pregnant was doing to my hormones. Or what he was doing to them for that matter.

Chapter Ten

A month has now passed and the world really has changed. Drake convinced me to move Peter and me in with him and we’re now there permanently. Drake and I don’t share a bedroom yet, we’ve decided to go slow, but we have date nights, nights where we’ve come close to making love, and a lot of talking when he’s home.

He has obligations to his team and I understand that. The most exciting part is his team has made it to the Super Bowl; Drake’s dream is finally coming true! So while he’s preparing for the biggest game of his life, Peter and I are decorating the baby’s new room. Peter is the happiest little boy to ever walk the planet right now. I see him stop sometimes, his innocent little boy face filled with wonder as he realizes that it’s not a dream. Obviously, the novelty hasn’t worn off for any of us.

I’ve learned that Drake is a kind, caring, and loving man from the way he treats my child and me with tender care and love. The selfish young man that had left me to wake up alone in a tree house now makes us breakfast, arranged for maid service when I complained about being too tired to wash any more clothes, and has sent me flowers every day he was away. I had to stop voicing my opinions about things I liked out loud, though. Every time I said something was nice or that I liked it the item would show up in the house. There are only so many quilts and sofas you can fit into a house.

But he wasn’t just showing his love with the room full of toys Peter now had or through the new car I received when mine broke down. He came home as soon as he could break away from the team, he looked after us, played with Peter, and was really forming a bond with my boy. He took Peter out to games, to play football, to movies, all the things real dad’s do. Drake had asked me about Peter’s father but I told him I just didn’t want to talk about the man. He was long gone.

Drake would also come into my room at night so we could talk about the day and our plans for the next day. Often he’d sing me to sleep and he’d even bought a guitar so he could play along as he sang. Rather than keeping me up, the sound of his voice and the light strumming of his fingers over the strings soothed me and the baby right to sleep. I told him he’d probably have to keep that up after the baby was born.

I was getting more tired as the time passed and Drake hired a personal assistant for me. I didn’t want to rely on the woman too much, she was older than me for goodness sake, but she did make life easier for me by doing personal errands, shopping, and other things I needed to have done. I was starting to feel a bit useless and the lack of sexual contact was getting to me. I spent a lot of time in bed resting, pondering the universe, and Drake found me there this evening, sobbing into my pillow.

“Bethany! What’s wrong baby? Are you alright?” He swooped down onto the bed, pulling me into his arms.

“Why haven’t we had sex yet?” I wailed into my pillow, hoping Peter was fast asleep.

“Um, pardon?” Drake asked from behind my head, sounding slightly amused.

I rose up on my elbow and rolled over, or tried to but got stuck flat on my back. That only made me cry harder!

“Oh, Bethany. Baby don’t, you’ll make yourself sick.” He said as he helped me finish rolling into his arms. We often cuddled but he’d never let it go any further than that really. Maybe some kissing but then he’d get up and move away or find something else to do.

“Is it because I’m pregnant? Am I disgusting?” I hiccupped my way through that question, my eyes begging for an answer.

“No baby. Well yeah, kind of I guess. I don’t want to hurt either of you.” Drake said as he stroked my back. “I just wanted you to be really sure and not just horny. I didn’t want to do anything you might regret. I know this is an odd situation but I want you to be sure, really sure, that you want that kind of a relationship with me.”

“Silly man! I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t!” I grinned as I pulled his lips to mine, needing to feel his warmth, his silky smooth skin against mine.

“Thank fuck, I was running out of ways to cool off!” He moaned as his full lips found mine and his tongue darted out to taste my lips.

I hated that I was full of snot and worried about Peter hearing anything but the door was closed and he was a few doors down with his television on even though he was asleep. I’d checked on him earlier and my little guy was conked out. He wouldn’t hear much.

I hadn’t had sex when I was pregnant with Peter so I didn’t know how my hormones were going to surge through my body at the barest touch of Drake’s lips to mine. When his tongue swept across my bottom lip I couldn’t stop the moan that left my throat. It was as though everything had been amplified by one hundred!

And my down there! Oh my god, my down there was throbbing already! I didn’t know how we were going to do this, I looked like I’d swallowed a watermelon but do it we would because my body was screaming for it! The scent of his cologne intensified as his flesh heated up, filling my senses with the intoxicating smell of Drake.

“Oh my.” I gushed as I broke our kiss for a moment of air. I looked into his eyes and he smiled down at me.

“You’re even more beautiful now, Bethany, with my baby growing inside of you. I didn’t know how beautiful this whole experience could be. With you, it’s been absolutely amazing.” He kissed me between my eyes before he got up to dim the lights. He stood at the side of the bed and pulled off his black sweater.

I gasped as he revealed the muscles of his torso and arms. The man’s body had been honed for the sport he played and he gave a smirk of satisfaction as he saw my face fill with delight. I’d put on a bit of weight, obviously, and I wanted to get my pudgy little fingers on all of that smooth skin between his neck and the button of his jeans.

The dark blue material parted as he undid the copper button and slid down the zip. A pair of black briefs slid down as he pushed his jeans down his legs, baring even more golden tan flesh. I looked like I’d been imprisoned for the last ten years I was so pale but he didn’t seem to mind. I drank in the sight of his naked body, admiring how much work must have gone into creating such a sculpted frame. His muscles rippled across his chest as he moved, pulling my legs to the edge of the bed with a growl.

I giggled as he pulled me over, my legs dangling from the edge, as he leaned over and kissed me once more. It wasn’t exactly easy but he managed it and our lips came together as he braced himself on one arm, his other hand pushing aside the panels of my robe to explore my naked breasts.

I’d been large in that department to begin with but now they were heavier, bigger, and the nipples had darkened. He growled once more as he took the right, then the left between his hot wet lips, making my back arch to press them deeper into his mouth. My world exploded into pleasure, sensation, and nothing more as Drake used his mouth to tug gently at the sensitive tips. They hardened almost painfully as he increased the suction, my hips now arching up to meet him as well.