I can't help myself, and I grab her right thigh and pound into her harder. Call me fucking selfish if you want, but I need her like this. Just a little harder still, only two thrusts and I'm coming hard inside of her tight body. Fuck, I'm coming so hard, and she's clinging to me so tightly, her hips still rocking into me, her pussy convulsing around my cock.
“Mine!” I whisper with conviction. She is mine, and I'm never letting go.
“I'm yours, Jett. Always.” She tells me as I pull out of her sweet little body and lay beside her. She turns on her side to face me, a big smile on her face, stroking my cheek with her palm.
“Are you okay, baby girl?”
“Yes,” She giggles. “That was amazing.” She smiles and kisses my hand, which she’s now holding. “I didn’t know you could touch someone like that. Well, I did, I'm not dumb. I guess I mean that I didn't know I could be touched like that.”
“You really never have been made love to properly, have you?” Doesn't she realize it's different for everyone? Especially if you love the person, you're with. Fuck me; I sound like a dick. How the hell would I know what it's like when you're in love? I never was until I met Maria.
Damn, I really am in love with her.
“No, but I'm glad you showed me what it was like. I never want anyone else to touch me, Jett. I belong to you.”
“No one, and I mean no one, will ever touch you again! You're mine, Maria. I didn't fight the fuckin' mafia to claim you, just to lose you.”
“You will never lose me, Jett. I love you so much, and not just because of the baby, but because you are amazing.”
She makes me smile. She's damn cute post orgasm.
“And I love you, too, for more than just the baby.” She smiles contently, and I wrap her up in my arms and lie awake while she sleeps. There's nothing much on my mind, but I can't find sleep.
I'm awake early, and my girl is nowhere to be seen.
After pissing and ending the damn morning wood, washing my hands and brushing my teeth, and then pulling on a pair of boxers, I make my way downstairs.
Something smells good. Bacon, sausage, eggs, toast.
Okay, she cooks all the time, but it looks like she's prepared enough food for a damned army. There's so much food in here neither of us will be able to eat it all. I'm a big guy, but I'm not a fucking elephant.
I stand against the door frame, arms folded over my chest, right foot over my left ankle, just watching her as she walks around the kitchen, setting up everything for breakfast. We usually eat in the dining room. Why the hell is she setting everything up on the kitchen island? Are we eating in here?
Something isn't right. Maria seems to be in a world of her own. Something is definitely on her mind. It isn't until she slams a plate down so hard it shatters that I know something isn't right. She hasn't even noticed me standing here.
She curses under her breath, mumbling something about wanting things to be perfect. That's when her head drops and her hands clasp her swollen stomach. Shit, is she crying?
I'm behind her before I can let out a breath, arms around her shoulders, holding her against my body. “Baby, what's wrong?”
She lets out a sigh and leans her head back against my shoulder, her little hands holding onto my wrists. “Nothing's really wrong; I'm just... I don't know, Jett.”
“Hormones?”
She hesitates for a second before nodding.
I squeeze her tightly while rocking her from side to side and kissing her cheek. “I love you, beautiful.”
“I love you, too.”
“There's a lot of food here, Maria. Are you planning a party?”
“No. I guess I didn't realize how much food I'd made. Just want you to have a good breakfast before you go off for the day.” She turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck, locking her fingers together. “I have to take care of my husband, now don't I?”
I kiss her lips, and she smiles against my mouth. Whatever was bothering her isn't so much now. I'll do whatever I have to, to take whatever is on her mind away. “You take care of me a little too well. You spoil me.” I eye the food. “Looks good, baby.”
“I think I went a little overboard.” She giggles nervously. “Let me just clean this mess, and...”
“Hell no!” There is no way I'm letting her clean up that damn smashed plate. Yeah, yeah, she broke it, doesn't mean I'm letting my pregnant wife get on her knees to pick up anything that could hurt her little hands.
I kiss her gently and tell her, “Sit down and eat, I'll clean it up.”
Minutes later, shattered plate swept up, I'm sitting opposite her at the kitchen island eating the food she cooked for me.
I should maybe cook for her tonight, if I get home early enough, that is. I've got club business to attend to, money to make, people to put in their place.
Not that Maria needs to know that. However, it's going to be a long day.
Chapter Seventeen
Maria
I've been sitting in a world of my own for so many hours that I hadn't realized it had gone dark out. I thought I was okay, that's what I told Jett before he left this morning.
I woke so early and couldn't get back to sleep. I kissed my husband and took myself off to shower. Then I went downstairs and cleaned a little. That didn't tire me out, so I decided to watch a movie. It bored me endlessly, yet I watched it to the end. It was starting to get light by then, so I decided to make breakfast for Jett.
I wanted everything to be perfect for him, but something was on my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking, worrying. I hadn't even realized I'd made so much food until I dropped a plate on the floor and it smashed.
It upset me so much I cried like an idiot. I didn't know Jett was behind me until he wrapped me up in his big strong arms. The second he did, the tears stopped. He has that calming effect on me.
We ate breakfast together, not that we could eat everything. My man is enormous, but he's not a trashcan. After he helped me clear everything away, he showered and then left for work, leaving me all alone.
I wanted to visit with Draven, but I couldn't because he's away on business right now. So I went for a walk around the park. When I came home, I decided to clean my house again, even though it didn't need it. By the time I'd finished, I finally admitted something was very wrong inside of me. Something wrong with my baby.
That's when I began to really panic.
I haven't felt the baby move since yesterday, and I'm starting to get really scared now. I should have done something before now, told Jett this morning of my concerns, but I didn't, and I was stupid not to.
I read many things online a couple of hours ago that I could do to help wake the baby up, get it moving around. Stuff including dancing, star jumps, etcetera. Nothing worked. I also read a few articles on what it could mean that I haven't felt any movements for over twelve hours. Every single one scared the hell out of me. So I turned off my laptop and just sat in a daze for a while. Jett still isn't home yet, and he still isn't answering his phone, and I don't know what to do.
I must have spaced out because the chiming of the clock lets me know it's now 9 PM, that's what brought me back to reality.
I try to call Jett again, still no answer, and I have to wonder what the hell he's doing and where the hell he is. I know he said he'd be busy today, and that he could be late home, but this is ridiculous! He promised that should I ever need him while he's at work all I had to do was leave a message, and he'd get back to me as soon as he could. It's been all damn day, hours, and he still hasn't gotten back to me. I'm scared out of my fucking mind right now. I need him, the selfish pig!
I tried to call Nova, but she's not answering either, which means Tank won't. I called Coral, but before I could tell her my concerns, she told me she had to go, and she'll call me later. Brooke hasn't answered, and if I'm honest, it hurts because, after Jett and Draven, Brooke is the one I want with me right now. We've become best friends these past few months. Avery still isn't really talking to me, even after our talk that day in my bedroom, so I won't call her. Bitch would probably tell me it's nothing and to stop overreacting.
She's my cousin! She's supposed to be like a sister to me. We grew up together. Hell, we were once so close I would have done anything for her, did do anything for her. I helped calm Draven enough to listen to her when she sobbed and begged him not to kill Ghost because she was so in love with him.
Not that I'm taking credit for Draven allowing Avery to marry Ghost, for keeping him alive. That was Hammer's doing. However, I'm happy for her, for them both. They have a great life now, and they're genuinely in love. However, I honestly feel like I've lost my cousin, my friend, my sister, and I hope more than anything she and I can fix our relationship soon.