Page 67 of Wild Card (Men of Action #4)

TALON

I’m not one to make bad decisions.

It’s a rarity.

But putting a ban on sex until after Willow’s appointment was fucking stupid.

Now, I’m on the edge of sanity… One hundred percent ready to lose my mind.

She flits around our room, talking animatedly to her dad, giving him a detailed review of her doctor’s appointment.

She catches my eye in the mirror, winking.

Two more minutes … I check my watch and start the countdown.

It’s been eighteen hours since I tracked Willow to her dad’s condo.

Sterling wasn’t shocked to see me, opening the door and pointing in her direction. Stacy instantly got nervous, snatching the pregnancy test off the table and rushing away.

She thought she was guarding the secret, but even if I didn’t already know, my eyes clocked the test the second I entered.

Her antics would have been comical if I wasn’t zoned in on one thing.

Getting to Willow.

It took too fucking long to get back to Nashville, but the whole time I planned how to get my ring on her finger.

It wasn’t perfect.

Finding her sleeping wasn’t in my plan.

Watching her every breath did little to calm the possessive bull raging inside.

My woman and my baby were lying there.

Mine.

She mumbled about being an astronaut, floating on clouds, landing on a rock.

Fucking adorable.

Finally having her back in my arms changed the game. My plan went to shit.

I slipped the ring off the chain and on her finger, only to have her mutter about Wolf.

My girl was dreaming hard.

And I was at peace.

When Sterling and Stacy returned, Stacy was a wiry mess. She tried hard to remain normal. Willow finally put her out of her misery and told her I knew.

Stacy transformed into a different person, and the entire night was nothing but a celebration of Willow. Her exam, our engagement, the pregnancy—all about her.

They didn’t blink an eye at my six-week deadline.

We called my parents to share the news about the engagement. I wanted to share everything, but she convinced me to wait until after today.

Willow and Stacy disappeared with the phone to discuss things with my mom, leaving me with Sterling.

I was prepared for a disgruntled lecture, or the surly ass I met in the hospital. But he poured me a glass of bourbon, handed it over, and toasted the rim.

“I’m trusting you.” That said it all.

It was when I learned Willow had no idea how far along she was that I went over the edge. She refused my idea of going to the ER and demanding every test available.

Sterling backed me up, offering to call in a few favors, but Willow threw a fit.

Stacy became the voice of reason, pointing out that getting upset wasn’t good, shutting me up.

I called Willow’s doctor’s office, connecting to the after-hours service, and let them know to send a message we’d be there when they opened the doors this morning.

Then I knew there was no way I could fuck my fiancée until I had answers.

Now I have answers, and Willow’s time is up.

It’s like she’s read my mind when she says, “Yes, it’s perfectly fine to have sex. Talon questioned the doctor thoroughly.”

She presses her lips together, her eyes glittering as I stalk to her.

I take the phone to tell Sterling bye and see the screensaver.

“Dad hung up five minutes ago. Did you really think a man would want every single detail of my appointment? He bailed after knowing we’re all good.”

“You’ve been fucking with me?”

“I prefer to think of it as payback for making both of us suffer.”

“Princess, I ate your pussy until you passed out. Tell me how you suffered?”

“Since I didn’t know I was pregnant, it was easy to avoid the signs. But now that everything is confirmed and okay, I plan to indulge in all the cravings.”

She slowly lifts her sundress over her head and tosses it my way. I don’t even attempt to catch it. My dick hardens to steel, lurching to be free.

Willow stands in front of me completely naked.

“I couldn’t wear a bra.” She shrugs indifferently.

“Where the hell are your panties?’

“I never put them back on after the ultrasound.”

In an instant, she’s off the ground and on the bed, laid out below me. I brace on my elbow and skim my fingers over her chest, circling her nipples and bending to suck one into my mouth gently.

She groans, gripping my neck.

My lips glide the span of her stomach, stopping to tug her piercing with my teeth.

My cock strains at her soft sigh, loving her newfound sensitivity to my every touch.

“Please, Talon.”

“I want to taste you.”

Last night, I couldn’t get enough, devouring and savoring her taste until she was begging for mercy. It may have been our time apart, or knowing she was carrying my baby, but my addiction was relentless.

She fists my hair, urging my face upward.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, but right now, I NEED YOU inside me.”

The husky demand comes across loud and clear.

Her hands tear at my shirt and I’ve barely gotten my shorts off when she pounces, straddling me. I’m about to roll her back when her eyes lock with mine.

Shit, the look of raw, wild hunger blisters through me.

Her mouth moves lightly over my chest, mapping the faint scars and nipping along my skin as she moves lower.

“Babe?’ I grate out, not knowing how long I can resist.

She lifts her eyes and laps her tongue around the metal barbell. “Need you inside me can mean different things.”

Without a blink, she closes her mouth and sucks me deep.

FUUUUUCKKKKK!

I fight every urge to blow, almost three weeks without her rising to the surface.

Her eyes hold mine, glittering as she torments me by alternating her movements.

Her cheeks hollow, her tongue rolls along my length, and her throat opens to take all of me.

I’m powerless against her, bucking into her mouth.

She shifts, her hair falling in a curtain and blocking my view, and I growl into the room.

Her throat purrs and I’m lost to the sensations, every nerve ending screaming at me.

“Get the fuck up here!”

She ignores my demand, increasing her pace and scaling her nails, circling my balls.

“Princess, the fuck….”

She smiles around my dick, swallowing me deeper.

I try to think of something, anything to slow down the inevitable.

Nothing works, my blood scorching with each swipe of her tongue.

Just like every time, Willow sucks my dick like it was made for only her.

In my mind, it was.

Her tits rub against my thighs, her nipples brushing lightly, and she moans in appreciation.

That’s all I can take. The vibration sets me off, and I’m fucking gone, exploding on a roar.

The room spins, my heart pounding in sync with each pulse of my dick. Her tongue rolls around my length, flicking my piercing before she kisses the tip.

My vision comes back into focus to see her grinning smugly.

“You fucking proud of yourself? Less than five minutes and you had me blowing like a teenager.”

“Needed to take the edge off somehow.”

I move to pull her to me and she shakes her head, crawling slowly up my body, licking her lips. “You can officially say you’ve gotten a blow job from a pregnant woman.”

The gleam in her eyes snaps my control and I flip us, hovering over her.

Her legs wind around my waist, urging me down until my dick is scraping along her heat. “Tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m soaked. Sucking a hero’s cock is very sexy.” The rasp in her voice is all it takes.

I drive into her, growling possessively when she whimpers, her body arching into mine.

Blood roars in my ears, feeling her pussy clamp around my dick, pulling me in. A small voice in my mind rears up, warning me to be careful.

As if she reads my mind, her hand cups my jaw, her gaze filled with understanding. “I am fine.”

The sparkle of her ring catches my attention.

The gravity of the situation sinks in.

I stare down at my future, the woman who owns me.

Between us, a tiny life forming.

The air shifts, and the savage animal inside simmers low, memorizing the enormity of this moment.

“You are so fucking perfect.”

“I love you.” She smiles sweetly, brushing her lips across mine. “But right now, I need my fiancé to fuck me.”

That’s all it takes, my uncontrollable hunger returning.

“You’re sure they aren’t upset?”

“Not at all.”

My phone rings at my ear and I flip to see Willow calling on Facetime. “Babe, why are you calling me while we’re already on the phone?”

“Because I had to see your face to determine if you’re lying to me.”

“Why would I lie to you?”

“Because you are overprotective and wouldn’t want to upset me.”

Her green eyes are clouded with doubt, her brows arched, and her face is distressed.

“I’m not lying.”

“What did they say?”

“Dad laughed and Mom cried.”

Her eyes bulge. “She cried? Oh shit, that’s bad, horribly bad. What did I expect? I mean…”

It takes everything in me not to interrupt her rambling.

Willow’s been a wreck since I told her we were calling my parents this morning.

She convinced me to do it alone so they wouldn’t feel obligated to act happy.

They were overjoyed with our engagement, but she had it in her head that announcing a surprise pregnancy would warrant a different reaction.

I went straight to Major for guidance on how to shut down her anxiety.

He advised to ‘Let it ride out. In a few days she’ll forget this and move on to the wedding to stress her out. Whatever you do, don’t let her think you’re condescending.’’

I step outside the bullpen and to a private area.

“She may like me, but you are her son. Somewhere inside her head is a mountain of disappointment she’s disguising.

She’s been around me a grand total of five minutes and I’m now the mother of her grandchild.

I mean, who wouldn’t be upset? And Mark must be wondering how years of safe sex suddenly went awry?

Their son’s girlfriend of a few months pops up pregnant—of course she cried. I’ve trapped you into a lifetime of…”

Her face is a new shade of red and she hasn’t taken one breath. “I mean, I’m on the pill. It’s not like I wasn’t taking precautions.”