Page 56 of Caught By A Cowboy

“Fuck.” I look at how her skin glistens as I try to catch my breath.

“You okay?” I check, knowing that I’ve been hard on her. Pregnant women should be worshiped for what they have to endure, not treated like needy whores but the night isn’t over yet, and I’m about to ensure that my baby momma knows exactly how valued she is.

MADDISON

“Ican walk, you know.” I keep my arms clutched tight around his neck as he carries me from the stable to the house.

“Why walk when you can be carried?” he smirks, kicking the door shut behind him and heading straight for the stairs.

“I must be heavy, you can put me down now.”

“You ain’t heavy, at all,” he promises, though I do notice he’s a little out of breath when we get to the top.

“I’m sorry I threw a plate at your head, I was feeling… emotional,” I admit, knowing that what I did was bat shit crazy and completely uncalled for. “I just really needed to hear you say that you loved me this morning, and you were so busy, I–”

“It’s my fault, you should never feel like you need to be told. I should be showin’ ya.” He places me on the bed and spreads open my legs.

“You do. Everyday. It’s just…” Shit, I’m going to have to tell him.

“I’m just getting really anxious,” I cop out, and although it’s not a lie, it’s not the thing I should be telling him. “My due date’s getting closer, these tits are leaking more every day, reminding me that this baby is actually going to come soon. We don’t have his room ready, we don’t have a plan to get to the hospital, andit seems like every woman in Clearwater Creek who's ever been through labor wants to tell me her horror story. Did you know that Eleanor had to have a blood transfusion when she gave birth to Hayden? She almost died.”

“You're not gonna die, and I’m gonna get ya to the hospital in plenty of time,” he assures me. “I’ve already been looking at alternative routes and I’ve got a traffic report app on my phone for when we get closer to the city. I totally got it covered.”

“If only there was a road that led straight to the freeway.” I rest back on my elbows allowing my huge, heavy belly to stick out between us.

“That's not funny.” He points his finger at me but the smile on his face assures me he’s not mad.

“And Daphne was totally right, I am way bigger than I should be. You saw that woman at our appointment, last week, she was nowhere near the size I am and she was having twins!” I pout.

“Stop worrying about all the things you can’t control. The doc said you and the baby are doing great, you're looking incredible, and aside from all this shit you're worrying about, you're feeling good too, right?”

“Yeah.” I nod, then smile to myself when I feel little JJ shift into a new position. Jace must notice my tummy move because he touches his palm over it.

“I’ll get started on the baby room as soon as we finish branding the herd, then we can head into the city and pick up all the things our little guy needs. And as for the whole giving birth thing, I’m gonna be right there. I’m gonna be holding your hand and doing all that breathing thing you practice. Do ya honestly think I’d let anything happen to either of you?” Once again, Jace somehow seems to put my mind at ease, which is a miracle since I had to hear Jean’s detailed description of what passing a baby's head through your birth canal feels like.

“Now, you were telling me about some discomfort you needed help with.” Jace takes one of my breasts in his hand and lowers his mouth to it, engulfing my nipple with his warm breath and flicking it with his tongue. The idea of him tasting what I’m supposed to be producing for our son freaked me out a little to start with but I have to admit, I’m starting to find it as pleasurable as it is helpful when he gives them his attention.

“You taste incredible,” he tells me, as he draws me gently through his teeth. “D’ya know how proud I am of you?” His hand makes long, slow circles over my stomach and when he feels his son kick against his palm, he looks up at me, somehow managing to suck me and smile at the same time, I nod my head in response. Jace is always telling me how proud I make him, and I love the way it feels.

“Better, Baby Momma?” he asks before his cheeks hollow, and his sucking intensifies. It’s not painful, it’s a relief. My tits have been so heavy and swollen these past few days that I’ve needed his attention on them every night. He takes my other breast in his hand and tests the weight of it before teasing my nipple with long strokes of his tongue that make my insides clench with need.

“Did you mean what you said out there, about getting me pregnant again?” I question him, feeling that stir in my lower belly turn into a throbbing ache.

“Of course, I did. I got a vision, darlin’, and in it, you're still lookin’ like this and there's a whole bunch of little JJs runnin’ around keepin’ us busy.”

I smile to myself dreamily when I picture that vision for myself. I may be nervous about having to give birth but I already know I want to be pregnant with Jace’s child again. I’ve never felt so special. The way he looks, and touches me, like I’m the most precious thing in the world is addictive and aside from allthe sickness and feeling tired, being pregnant so far has been a great experience.

“Mads.” Jace kisses his way up my neck and when he slides his tongue, between my lips I taste the sweetness from his lips.

“Yes?” I whisper, sliding my hand into his hair to make sure he stays close.

“I love ya,” he tells me, pulling back and assuring me that he means every word just from the look in his eyes. “I love ya in a way that makes me feel like I can’t breathe, and I’ll give you as many babies as you agree to carry for me.” His hand strokes the underside of my stomach affectionately, and when I roll onto my side to give him easier access, I reach my hand back around his neck as he slowly slips his cock inside me.

“That feels really nice,” I tell him, as he takes his time, slowly feeding me his cock as he kisses my neck and caresses my tummy. There’s no rush or desperation like there was outside, this is just him, doing what he does best and making me feel treasured.

“Jace, I need to tell you something and you can’t get mad because stress isn’t good for the baby.” I rehearse my speech in front of the bathroom mirror, I guess reminding him of that fact is my best form of defense.

“Tell me what?”

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