Baby, Don't Go(18)

I winked at her and smiled. “I’ll make it up to you,” I vowed before kissing her until she was breathless and quaking with need.

There was only one thing left to do before I could spend the rest of the day making her scream my name. Tearing my mouth from hers (no easy feat, I might add), I stretched over to grab her cell phone off of the nightstand.

“Call him, now,” I demanded, handing her the phone.

She was watching me with amusement. “Call who?”

“Don’t mess with me, baby. You’ve already guaranteed I’m going to punish you by making you orgasm as hard and as often as possible until you pass out. If you want to keep it up, you’ll earn a round two.”

She winked. “Promise?”

I laughed, but grabbed the phone away from her and looked for his contact info, pressing send before putting it on speaker. She made a grab for it, but I caught her wrists and held them locked in one hand above her head.

“Ellie!” Douche bag’s voice came over the line and my hand tightened at the use of her nickname. My nickname. I opened my mouth to tell him off, but Ellison started talking.

“Declan,” she replied.

“I hope you’re calling to accept the job, and give me a chance.”

This guy was pissing me off more and more. I could feel the flush of anger and knew my face had to be turning red.

“Um,” Ellie was giving me a warning in her eyes, telling me to back off and let her handle it. I nodded jerkily, willing to acquiesce to her request, for the moment.

“No, I am incredibly flattered and it’s certainly a very tempting offer.” I growled at the idea she might find it tempting to leave me.

She hissed at me to shut up, quiet enough so it wouldn’t carry into the phone.

“Please, Ellie. Give us a chanc—“

I’d had it. “Her name is Dr. Reed or soon to be Dr. Halston, whichever of those you prefer to call her,” I snapped. “Actually, you won’t be calling her anything. So back the fuck off and leave my woman alone.”

I hit the disconnect button and dropped the phone onto the plush, carpeted floor. I didn’t give her an opportunity to lash out at me. I busied myself with giving her six screaming orgasms until she passed out.

If possible, I was even more determined to knock my woman up. Alright boys, we’re going to war.





Chapter 10


Ellison


Jack had been doing his best to turn that negative pregnancy test positive over the last few days, waking me up at least once every night to give it an extra try. He’d turned me into a walking zombie with all his attempts. I hadn’t been this tired since my residency years. I used to be able to go for several days on very little sleep, but it looked like hitting my thirties meant I was too old to pull all-nighters anymore, even for sex.

I buried my face in my pillow when I felt the slide of the sheet on the bare skin of my back. “Must sleep.”

My words were muffled but apparently clear enough for Jack to understand based on his deep chuckle. “Up and at ‘em, baby. You’ve got things to do before I leave for my shift at the hospital.”

“No,” I moaned. “I really don’t have anything I need to do.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “I’m pretty sure we did all the things already last night. And super early this morning. As much as I love you and as hot as you are, I don’t think I can handle any more orgasms until I get some sleep.”

“I’m not talking about sex, Ellie.”

He wasn’t? That was certainly a surprise. I raised up on an elbow to look at him and practically fell over at the sight of what he was holding in his hand. “You know you’re crazy, right?”

He waived the little white stick in my face. “You love my brand of crazy.”

“I just took one three days ago, and it was negative,” I grumbled, slumping back down on the mattress.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe you peed on it wrong.”

“I did no such thing!” I huffed. “I’m a board certified pediatric surgeon. Peeing on a stick isn’t past my skill set.”

“And yet your period is almost a week late, you’re exhausted, and you shoved me off the bed last night when I tried to play with your tits,” he quipped. “Something which would usually make you cream your panties.”

“But the test was negative,” I repeated.

He gripped my hands and tugged me from the bed, nudging me towards the bathroom. “As you so kindly pointed out already, you’re a board certified surgeon. You should be familiar with the notion of false negatives.”

“Do you really think that’s what it was?” I whispered as I crossed through the doorway. As odd as it sounded, the possibility hadn’t even crossed my mind. I’d been too upset to consider it.