She licks her lips unconsciously. She moans softly as I press myself into her little pussy. She may have had one hell of a day, but I am going to give her one hell of a ride, too.
I fill her, inching myself in, and she gasps like she always does when I give it to her. Somehow, she is still precious and still hopeful. That fucking mess of a life she ran from didn’t make her a jaded bitch, when it so easily could have. No, her past made her grateful for everything she has right now.
Those club girls that have hung around me for years, revealing everything to me in hopes of getting something in return—those girls have nothing on a woman like Tess.
Tess is a believer—in love and in life—and nothing is going to keep her down. Sure, she carries the heaviness of her story everywhere she goes, but what I love about her is that history doesn’t define her. She defines herself.
“Baby,” she whispers. “This, right here, is everything.”
“Hell, yeah, it is,” I tell her, filling her deeply. She moans in pleasure, and my cock hits deep inside her. She groans under me as a wave of pleasure pours over her, as my come releases inside her.
“Oh, Jack, don’t stop,” she says, wrapping her legs around me. Her ankles cross and her arms snake around my neck, clinging to me.
I thrust into her again, hating that we’re still in a hospital bed. I want to take her far from here, to my house, to my fucking bed, and make a home for her.
She orgasms against me, and she fights to catch her breath. I fill her pussy with my cock and my seed and I know it’s what we both wanted.
I roll off her, standing and pulling up my pants. As she reassembles her clothes, we both seem to remember what brought us here today.
“I’m going to find a doctor,” I tell her. “And get McQueen’s parents on blood tests. His mom’s name is Teri—what’s his dad’s name again?”
“My dad’s name, you mean?” she asks.
“Right,” I say, sliding my belt into place, hating that I hesitated. “Your dad’s name.”
“It’s Jeb.”
“Okay, I’ll get them to come right over. Hell, Teri probably called them and I bet they’re already on their way. You want anyone in here with you? Claire or Emmy? JoJo? Everyone is here.”
“None of the crew,” she says quickly. “I just want my family in here. I mean, it’s crazy, right? That I could have a family I never knew about?”
“Yeah,” I say, running my hand through my hair. “That’s totally crazy.”
I leave the hospital room hoping my fiancée will get everything she’s ever wanted. There isn’t a girl on this planet more deserving.
TESS
Memories have been crashing into my mind all morning. Well, actually, they started last night at dinner. Sitting across from Teri and Jeb, I just knew something was off.
Knew that something was right.
I just didn’t know what it was, and instead of clarity, I kept having these flashes. Flashes of me being safe and protected, loved and held.
Flashes of a family I always wanted and used to have. It exhausts me to think of what I’ve lost.
What I’ve gained.
In the space of a day I have a revelation of my childhood and Jack proposed. To me.
Me.
It feels like a dream.
After Jack leaves, with a kiss and a promise to return, a nurse comes in to take a mouth brushing, which is how they administer paternity tests. She tells me this is a rush order, and there’s a state of the art lab at this new hospital. The results will be delivered in a few hours, since the McQueens have already gone to the lab for the mouth swab.
She says no one will be visiting me until the lab work is complete so that I can rest—and also so that no one reacts unnecessarily until the test results are determined.
Relieved that the McQueens are being cooperative, I start to doze off. I sleep through lunch, and only wake when a doctor enters my room.
“Hello, Tess,” he says offering his hand for me to shake. “I’m Doctor Markus, and I have some news I’d like to discuss with you.”
“Did you run the tests?”
“We did.” He looks pained as he says this, as if bracing himself for the news.
“And?”
He refers to the tablet he’s holding in his hands. “It was conclusive.”
“Good,” I tell him, smiling. “Then can you have them come in? My family?”
The doctor shakes his head ever-so-slightly, a look of surprise covering his face. “You aren’t even going to ask about the results?”
“I know them, Doctor Markus. It’s not a question. It’s the truth.”
“I have to ask: how are you so sure? How do you know? I’ve never heard of a case like this, where a kidnapped victim taken at such a young age found her family after nearly twenty years and knew, without a shadow of a doubt, who her parents were.”