Page 7 of The Baby Clause
“See, you’re a natural.” Hearing the compliment from Mason was as surprising as it was pleasing, melting some of the tension that had frozen my body in place. My hands still shook as the tiny bundle moved against me. Drawing in a slow breath, I pretended that the sudden touch of the kit’s face pressing against my neck hadn’t sent a warm tingle down my spine.
“Will you be okay for a while…” Mason was pointing to the limpet that was now seemingly content to suckle on the side of my neck like some kind of baby vampire.
“Why? What are you thinking?” A sinking feeling started in the pit of my stomach and was fast spreading around my body with his every word.
“I need to head back to town and get you those supplies, and you’re going to need everything: bottles, formula, nappies, clothes and about a hundred other things.”
“Can you pick up my sanity while you’re at it because I must be out of my mind?” Oh, this was so wrong. Everything about this was making my head spin faster than the spinner on my washing machine. Nappies!?! Surely, he wasn’t expecting me to deal with that? Maybe I should ask him to put a gas mask on that supplies list, too. Mason was giving me that look again, the one that suggested that my comment wasn’t helpful. I felt another comment coming on, something along the line of needing a pair of waders because I was clearly out of my depth. No, that one wouldn’t go down well either. Mason looked around my cabin, pausing a moment to look at my excellent festive decorations before shaking his head and heading to the door.
“I’ll be as fast as I can. You just take care of Tiny Tim there.”
“Tiny Tim?” Was he meaning the kit?
“Well, you were doing such an excellent impression of Scrooge for a moment there.”
When I finally picked my jaw back up from the floor, I dug around in my head, looking for a quick comeback.
“Get out, Mason, and don’t take all day about it, or there’ll be no gruel for you.” I shot back there. Take that!
“That’s Oliver. Clearly you need to read more Dickens.” With that, he stepped outside, still smirking to himself. You know I shouldn’t find that sarcastic smirk attractive, but I can’t seem to help myself.Ugh, I really was a lost cause.I stood more chance of the sheriff arresting me than of fucking me. Unless he wanted to handcuff me to the bed, then I was more than down with that.
I sank into my desk chair, side-eying the wriggling bundle.I guess it’s you and me, kid.
5 Taking Charge
Mason
What have I just got myself into? I suspected Jerry was thinking the same thing. Seeing the look of panic in his eyes had me turn into alpha mode. The need to protect and support him swept over me faster than his orange car could speed from zero to sixty. I didn’t want to misjudge him, but something about this whole scenario wasn’t sitting right. He wasn’t lying about there being any tracks around the cabin because I’d checked. His reaction to holding the pup wasn’t fake either, but neither was that certificate, not that I was an expert in document forgery. However, I’d seen enough of the real thing to know the difference. No matter how much I tried, I still couldn’t think of a reason someone would pull a stunt like this, today of all days. Jere’s insistence that the pup wasn’t his. I had my doubts about that too. The pups’ eyes were the same shade, and Jere’s eyes were too unusual for there to not be a connection. Still, he said he was a bottom. A key fact that my aching dick had not missed. And when had I started thinking of and calling him ‘Jere’ rather than Jerry?
Fuck!
When had I allowed him to move into my head and take up residence, probably around the time I noticed all the little details about him that I found fascinating, knowing I really should keep my distance? Jerry wasn’t my type, which is to say I didn’t really have a type. It had been so long since anyone had caught my eye that his colorful car and prickly personality caught me off guard. Now I was running around town in search of all the things he’d need. The community center was the first place on my list. The ladies there were more than happy to help, they were also more than happy to gossip. I barely made it out of there alive!
Still, I had most of the things Jere needed, the other bits I had at my house left from when I babysat my brothers’ kids. I had just enough time to grab them and a change of clothes and a few other essentials. That included the fastest orgasm of my life.
I really didn’t want to dwell on how hard I was just thinking of Jere in his fluffy suit. My mind was busy picturing what was under it instead. Was he wearing underwear or had he been standing in front of me next to naked? How easy would it have been to have pushed him up against that desk, and peeled that suit off of him… I could picture him lying there panting, his eyes begging me to take him as I eased the suit from his body. My length grinding against his and I would be lost, memorized by his captivating eyes. If only he knew what those eyes did to me, how he made my pulse race. Made my hands itch to touch, to feel, to trace every line of him. To taste his lips as I brushed them with mine, capturing his tongue and swallowing his pleasured gasps.
Nope, that was not at all helping! Shoving the thought away didn’t help, either. There was only one thing that would. I felt like a horny teenager again, desperate to get off. If there was a world record for how quick a man could pop his jeans’ button, unzip and have his cock in his hand, then I would have been the champ. My balls ached with my need to come. Wrapping my hand around my length and jerking it hard and fast. What would Jere think if he could see me now? Would it turn him on? Would he drop to his knees and offer me the heat of his mouth? The swipe of his tongue passing over my slit, tasting me. That was all the encouragement my dick needed. Streams of come covered my fingers as my pent-up lust and frustration seeped out of me.Double Fuck…The next few days being so close to him were going to be hell.
The only way I was going to survive would be to concentrate on the pup. That was why I was there, not to see just how cute and kissable Jere looked in the morning, or how bright and tempting his eyes sparkled. Nope, I was there to show him how to care for his kid, while rummaging around in his closet looking for the skeleton who’d delivered babies.
I’d done as I’d said. I picked up a DNA test kit from the lab and scheduled a slot for the results. Now all we had to do was make the samples. Personally, I wasn’t a big fan of injections or needles; they made me uneasy. But a promise was a promise, so I was going to have to suck it up and follow through. And now I was back to thinking about Jere and fucking him against that desk again.
Ugh, seriously!
I needed a distraction, a big one, and I knew just where to find it. Martha Kowalski, if anyone new had come to town recently, ‘Momma K’ would know about it. As soon as I’d thought it, I was back in my truck and heading to the general store. It wouldn’t be open, but Momma K would be about somewhere. With one eye on the road and the other on the clock, I pulled up outside just as the first snowflakes fluttered against my windshield. Proving that just this once, the weathermen had got it right. As predicted, the door of the store swung open seconds after I’d stepped from my truck.
“Finally decided that you couldn’t live without my Turkey Roast today, Sheriff?” Martha had that look in her eye, the one that said that she’d been expecting me. Secretly, I was wondering if she dabbled in witchcraft on the side. Nothing about Martha would surprise me.
“Come for that baby formula that Jerry left behind, did ya?” That right there, see what I mean. How the fuck did she know about Jere and the baby? Asking was on the tip of my tongue when she answered that one, too.
“Scotty mentioned you were heading out to Jerry’s place to see a baby. I’d guess you’d be over needing some things for the little fella.”
Okay, I’m not afraid to admit that the hairs were standing up on the back of my neck. What did she mean by forgotten formula? Could today get any weirder? Actually, I shouldn’t have even thought that because now I’d jinxed it. Really, I should have known better than to tempt fate when weird-ass shit was already happening.
“Don’t be giving me that raised eyebrow, either, Mason Carmichael. You’re forgetting I’ve known you since you were a pup running around naked.”
Barely holding in a sigh, I knew when to concede to a superior schemer and Martha was one of the world’s best interfering-but well-meaning busy-bodies.
