Taming Megan(16)

“I know I forgot pills once or twice but that’s every month.”

“Are you happy about the news?” he asked tentatively.

She pulled his arm tighter. “Of course. God, Jake, there’s nothing I’d like more than to have your baby. It’s just so fast.”

“We’ll have some months to get used to the idea.”

“Will I have to stop at the bakery?”

“Not as long as you can do it and you feel good. You will have to try to eat though.”

“I know. I just… everything makes me nauseous.” She had thought it was Sean Connelly but the nausea was from the pregnancy or maybe a combination of the two.

“Meg,” he moved, switching the light back on. “Look at me.”

She did, the weight of what she had to tell him heavy on her heart.

“What did you come to the office to tell me? You were so upset, you said something about him telling me. What did you mean? Who were you talking about?”

She sat up and looked down at her lap. A part of her wanted to tell him now, but he was so happy. So happy with the news of the baby. She couldn’t do it. She would wait, she’d have to wait.

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

“Well, unload it. We promised no secrets between us.”

She could only glance at him for a moment.

“Meg, there’s nothing you can say that will change how I feel about you.”

Oh yes there was.

“I had lunch with Josie today,” she began. As soon as she said Josie’s name, his expression darkened. “It’s ok, you’re right. You were right all along. I just finally saw it today and I won’t be seeing her anymore.”

He stared at her for a moment. “What made you decide?”

She shook her head. “I’d rather just forget about it for now at least, ok?”

“Is this why you’ve been so distant?”

She nodded, feeling guilty.

“The no-lying rule still stands and not telling me is as good as lying, you know that. And it’s there to help you, not so I have an excuse to punish you. I don’t actually like punishing you.”

“I know. I don’t like it either.”

“Just promise to tell me next time, will you? You’ll feel better for it. You know things are always worse when you keep them bottled up.”

She nodded, yawning. “I’m sorry.”

He turned out the light. “Let’s get some sleep.”

They lay down and he gathered her again into his arms once again. “I love you, Meg.”

“I love you too.”







Jake did go to work the next morning at her urging. She went to the bakery to share her news with Anna and they worked out a slightly different work schedule until Megan didn’t feel so sick anymore. It was definitely worse in the mornings but Dr. Sloane was right, the nausea didn’t really go away all day.

She drove home after leaving the bakery and made herself a cup of tea. Tomorrow was the fifth day and she had yet to decide what she would do. As if on cue, her cell phone vibrated with a text message. She picked it up, not recognizing the sender’s number as it was one she didn’t have in her contacts list. But as soon as she read the message, she knew.



I’ve reserved room 1642 for us at the Ritz Carlton downtown. Only the best for my Meggie. Be there by noon or I’ll have a chat with dear old hubby.

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Megan’s body went cold and the tea she’d been holding splattered onto her jeans.

“Ow!”

She put the mug down, unable to hold it any longer with her hands shaking like they were just as the door opened and Jake walked inside with a giant bouquet of the most gorgeous wildflowers she’d ever seen.

“Jake!” she said, standing, forgetting about the phone on the couch. “Oh my goodness, they’re gorgeous!” she said, barely able to see him behind the giant bouquet.

She found the largest vase she had and filled it with water while he cut off part of the stems. They then rearranged them together and placed the vase in the center of the kitchen table. “Wow,” she said, standing back and looking at them. “You’re amazing.”

He had his arm wrapped around her waist, his hand on her belly. “No, you are the one who’s amazing. Come here.”

He turned her around and kissed her, lifting her and carrying her up into their bedroom. Once there, he stood her between his knees where he sat on the bed. “Take off your dress, Meg. I want to see you.”

His pupils were dilated, his face the look of arousal. She smiled and pulled her dress over her head, unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, then stepped out of her panties. He first touched her still flat belly, leaning in to kiss it, holding her by her hips. He then trailed kisses lower, placing his hands on either side of her pussy and spreading her open to flick his tongue over her already swelling clit. She gasped when he did this and he repeated, then covered the nub with his mouth, looking up at her as he sucked. She gripped his shoulders, her mouth opening without sound as she pressed herself into him. His hands snaked around behind her and gripped her bottom, pulling her open, one finger sliding along her wet folds then entering her pussy. This time she gasped and he watched her face all along.

But he stopped too quickly and stood, his one hand moving to her already plumper breast, weighing it in his hand as he devoured her mouth in a kiss so erotic, she moaned from somewhere deep inside her. She reached to unbutton his shirt and pulled it from him so it hung half on, half off his arms, still partially tucked into his pants. He stepped back to take it off and she reached for the buckle of his belt, remembering well how he had used it the other night, her bottom still having some bruises from it. She pulled it open and unbuttoned his pants, reaching her hand inside to grip his thick cock. He made a sound and she pushed his pants and underwear down. He stepped out of them and wrapped his arms around her again, kissing her as she stroked his cock. When she began to trail kisses down his chest, he allowed her and when she was on her knees, she placed her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide to take him in. She began to suck slowly, moving gently along the length of him, taking him deeper and deeper until he reached the back of her throat. His fingers wove into her hair then, holding her still for a moment, then pulling her off altogether.

She resisted when he stood her on her feet, wanting to taste him, wanting his cock inside her mouth, wanting to swallow his seed, but he lay her on her back on the bed instead, bending her knees and pushing her legs wide so he had access to every part of her. He knelt between her legs and licked along the wet folds of her shaved pussy, teasing her with his tongue until she was begging him to take her clit into his mouth.

“Patience,” he said. “Hold your knees up,” he told her. She wrapped her arms around her knees and watched him watching her, his eyes greedy on her sex. He pushed her farther onto the bed and came to kneel between her legs, resuming his teasing, this time his tongue circling her bottom hole as well, making her gasp as he pinched her clit hard.

“Oh!” She lifted to him, wanting more. He licked the length of her once more then brought his cock to her pussy, his hands on her knees spreading them wider. He thrust into her hard and she sucked in a breath.

“Look at me,” he said.

She looked into his eyes and he lay on his elbows above her, slowing his movements, deepening his penetration. Her clit rubbed against his belly and when she reached for him, he straightened up and took her arms, spreading them wide, watching her, fucking her until they came as one, looking into one another’s eyes, he with a loud moan, she in utter silence until he collapsed next to her, holding her to him, cradling her small body in his big arms.





Chapter Ten





It was five minutes before noon when Megan parked her car in the parking lot at the front of the hotel. Her entire body felt clammy and cold and her stomach was in knots but she was just going to do this. She was going to pay Sean Connelly back the money he had paid her eight years ago and tell him she was pregnant, that she had a chance to start a new life with Jake and just appeal to his human side. She put a hand to her belly. There was more at stake now than her marriage; there was a new life to consider.

She pulled the keys out of the ignition and stepped out into the parking lot. It was raining today and she had no umbrella so she ran through the puddles until a valet came to meet her with a huge umbrella.

“Thank you!” she said, wiping wet hair from her face. She shivered. She’d also forgotten to wear her raincoat; she had been so preoccupied.

“You’re welcome, Miss,” he said, shaking out the umbrella once they were under cover of the hotel. He opened the door and she stepped inside. She went straight to one of the waiting elevators and climbed inside, pushing the button for the 16th floor. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She was soaked and shivering but that was fine. She certainly didn’t need to look pretty for him.

She reached into her purse to switch off her cell phone. “Shoot!” She’d forgotten it. In fact, the last time she had seen it was when he had sent her that message. It was probably still on the couch.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. She hesitated for a moment. What if she needed to call for help? She couldn’t without a cell phone.