Page 103 of Masked in Deception
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers, and I’m about to tie her to this couch with anything I can get my hands on when LJ wakes up and fusses. I kiss her temple and go to prepare a bottle, but this conversation is far from over.
After dinner, she’s burping LJ and resisting putting him in his crib when I walk into his nursery. As she rocks him back and forth, humming under her breath and pressing tiny kisses to the top of his head, I’m struck by what a natural she is. Finally she puts him down in his crib, cozy and safe in his sleep sack. Turning, she startles a little at me standing in the doorway and smacks me with the burp cloth before we double-check all the monitors and close the door. Not that he’s sleeping for too long at once yet, but still. Routine is crucial, according to Ledger.
Settling into the couch with a fire fading in the fireplace, we curl up in the quiet, enjoying each other’s company.
“You’re a natural with him, you know,” I say, playing with her hair and breathing in her soft exhale. “Nobody would everbelieve you’re the baby of the family. It looks like you’ve taken care of babies all your life.”
She shrugs. “He’s an easy baby to love, and I don’t know. It feels right. Even if I haven’t taken care of that many, I always loved playing with baby dolls as a kid. I’m sure you remember, old man.”
I roll my eyes and give her a tiny pinch. “Yes, darling, I remember. I also remember holdingyouas a baby, so don’t sass your elders.”
We laugh, but then she’s biting her lip again, telling me she’s got something else on her mind that she doesn’t want to say. Finally, she turns, fully straddling me so she can face me head-on and see my full reaction to whatever this is about to be.
“We haven’t talked about it since the hospital, but that note reminded me. You were serious about the properties?”
I can’t stop a half grin from appearing on my face, giving an embarrassed laugh. “Uh, yeah, Princess. I bought them all back when I wrote that note. We can look at them while we’re down here, if you want, or I can sell them. It’s the hundred acres west of your mom’s house that used to be the Brown’s and the Smith’s. They were both selling so I combined the lots. I think the best spot for a house would be maybe five minutes from here on a golf cart. Then the spot at Ledger’s is the thirty-five acres directly north of their house, up against the forest, probably a walkable distance from their place but not visible because of the trees. The lot neighboring Henry’s is smaller, but I have no doubt we can make it into whatever you want. Why?”
Margot takes a deep breath and meets my eyes. “I’m supposed to pick up my new birth control pack from the pharmacy tomorrow.”
I furrow my brow in confusion. “That’s fine. I can pick it up tomorrow when I go grab lunch. Is there anything else you need?”
Laughing, my princess shakes her head before putting both her hands on my face. “No, Jack. I…don’t think I want you to pick it up. I don’t think I want to take it anymore.”
My brain short-circuits as all my blood flows south to my dick. My gorgeous, perfect woman wants my baby. I think. And I think she wants it now. I might pass out. “Why did you ask about the land?” I ask, probably sounding like an idiot but trying to keep up with what she’s saying.
“Well…” She laughs, leaving me distracted by her smile, lighting up the room and fighting for my attention with her words. “I was hoping that maybe we could pick our favorite and start building a big house.” She leans in and gives me the softest kiss. “Keeping LJ for the weekend has been a dream, and I just…I want one. Maybe with blue eyes,” she continues, like she doesn’t see me fighting for my life, holding back tears. “Sloane said they’re starting to try for another right away so that hopefully they’ll be close in age, and if we started now, all the cousins could grow up together.”
At some point, my brain reboots, and I feel like I’m back in control of myself. Grabbing her waist, I grind her down on my painfully hard cock so that she can feel exactly what I think of this proposal. I’m completely on board.Fuck.I was content to have her to myself for a few years first, but I’m equally content to make a mini version of us, taking our love and turning it into a new precious life.
She gasps, and it’s intoxicating. Oh yeah. I’m gonna have fun with this.
“Is this what you want, Princess?” I ask, and she whines. “Eyes, Margot. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” They snap to mine, and they’re blown with lust but still mischievous. I almost forgot how fun it was to play with her like this.
“I have to make sure I understand what you want so I can give it to you, baby. You want this dick, right? You want me to comeinside you, so fucking deep, that it wouldn’t matter if you were on birth control or not, don’t you?”
“Yes, please. Jack, I need it. I want it. I want your baby,” she pants, and I groan, forcing her to slow. Doing this isn’t going to help our quest at all. I pull her down to my chest so that I can purr directly into her ear.
“Maybe I’ll show you where I’ve been storing the breeding bench I had made for you, pet. I can leave you spread open all day for me and give you as much cum as you can keep inside that greedy little pussy, hmm?” She whimpers again, desperate and writhing on my lap.
“I’m gonna track my ovulation and make sure we have the best chances,” she whispers, cut off when my hand gently but firmly wraps around her throat and brings her attention back to me as I laugh darkly.
Looking straight into her eyes so she sees how serious I am, I tell her the truth. “I’m not going to need a schedule to get you pregnant, Princess. Now that you’ve told me what you want, I’m going to give it to you. You don’t have to worry about anything else.” I capture her mouth in a deep, languid kiss, and I’m about to tell her to go wait naked on the bed for me on all fours when the baby monitor goes off. Pressing my forehead to hers, I kiss her nose, then stand and put her on her shaky legs.
“I’ll take this one. Go get ready for bed and get comfortable, darling. You won’t be sleeping much.” I punctuate my statement with a smack on her ass as I go to get LJ and a bottle. Might as well get a little more baby practice in while I can. If I have anything to say about it, it won’t even be a year before we’re snuggled up with our own.
Epilogue 2
“Flynn? The F stands forFlynn?John Flynn Carter?” I ask, looking down at where Jack has just signed our marriage certificate. I’m not sure why that surprised me, but I expected something older and fancier.
We’re still planning on having a huge, and I meanhuge,wedding after the twins are born, but Jack insisted we go ahead and get married. “You’ve already agreed to marry me, and we know we want to spend the rest of our lives together, so why would we wait?”And he’s right, there’s no reason not to go ahead and make it official.
Handing the clerk our completed paperwork, he turns to me with a contagious smile on his face, before kissing my head and leading me out of the courthouse. “Nope! Not anymore! Now it’s John Flynn CarterSinclair.”
I remember how it felt when he admitted to me he wanted to take my name after proposing. In fact, the memory of that whole night is crystal clear when it plays in my mind…
The moment two pink lines appeared on the stick, Jack went crazy. After squeezing me so tight I couldn't breathe and kissing every inch of me from my womb to the top of my head, he started frantically going through my closet, pulling things off the hangers like a madman before laying out several options for me on the bed.
I think I was in so much shock myself that I didn’t question him once during the entire drive, until we pulled up at the house we grew up in, which Henry now occupies when business leads him back this way. “Jack, what are we—”
