Baby, Don't Go (Yeah, Baby Book 3) (4 page)

My hands journeyed from her hips to the firm, round globes of her ass, spreading the cheeks. The middle finger of my right hand ringed her puckered little hole and when she cried out in pleasure, I put the tip inside as I brought her down one last time and we shattered together.

I emptied inside her, long jets of come filling her as I silently cheered my boys on, encouraging them to reach the finish line. I quickly shifted so we were lying on the couch with her trapped below me, staying buried deep inside her. I didn’t want any of that shit leaking out. She didn’t seem to mind, sighing and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I didn’t want to start our relationship off with secrets or dishonesty, so I decided it was time to have the condom conversation, right after I’d buttered her up (go ahead, laugh. I get it) and was still filling her with my cock.

I kissed her deeply first. “Baby, we need to talk,” I mumbled against her lips.

“Hmmmm?” her tone was relaxed and mellow. I wasn’t above taking advantage of her agreeable mood.

“You know we didn’t use condoms last night? Or this morning?”

She groaned, “Shit. Damn you and your giant cock, Jack Halston. I can’t think when you’re fucking my brains out.”

I didn’t even try to hide my smug grin.

She rolled her eyes. “You need to figure out how to use a condom, Jack. I swear to all that is holy, if you got me pregnant with your baby, I’m going to kick your ass. Besides, I’d probably be forced to have a C-section because it will inevitably inherit your mammoth ego and a head that large won’t fit out of my vagina.”

“I’m a doctor, Ellie, I know how to use a fucking condom.” I brought my face inches from hers, my expression turning serious. “I just chose not to because I’m going to knock you up, baby. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get until I’m sure my kid is growing in this sexy belly.”

Ellison’s jaw dropped in shock, and I nodded firmly to emphasize my determination to make this happen.

“And, let’s get this out in the open so you can come to terms with it sooner rather than later. If your house isn’t up for sale before you find out you’re pregnant, you bet your ass I will handle that shit.” I softened and kissed her sweetly, “I want you in my bed every night, Ellie. I want to wake up holding you in my arms. And I definitely want to have easy access to the pussy I own.”

Her eyes had begun to melt at my words but the last sentence snapped her out of the haze.
Way to go, dipshit.

She took a deep breath and stared at me, clearly trying to maintain a semblance of calm and control. I was still fully seated inside her and all this talk about babies and having her whenever I wanted had turned my semi-hard erection into stone. I shifted hoping to gain a little relief in another position.

At the movement inside her, Ellison glared at me and tried to push me off of her. Her efforts were futile. I outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds.

“You can’t just decide to get me pregnant, Jack!” she exclaimed.

I sealed my mouth over hers before mumbling, “Sure I can,” against her lips. Moving with slow, torturous strokes, I drove her out of her fucking mind until she exploded in my arms and I filled her with even more of my seed.

“See?” I murmured.

“I—I, um ... no, you, um,” she stuttered, her mind seemingly in a confused and disconnected state.

I pulled out of her, my chest figuratively puffing up at her small sound of protest. Picking her up, she wrapped herself around me like she did when I carried her. I started for my room and the shower, but right when I set her on the counter, my cell phone started ringing.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I swiftly stalked across the bedroom to grab it from the dresser. “Dr. Halston,” I answered.

“Doctor,” Debbie, the shift supervisor said urgently, “Heather developed a complication. The on call doctor wants to open her up again, but I knew you’d want to be the one.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I responded before hanging up and tossing my phone on the bed. I rushed into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’ve got to go in.”

Ellie frowned. “Heather?”

I nodded and hopped into the glass stall. She hurried in after me and began to rush through a shower too. I should have expected she would want to be there as well. Heather was also her patient.

Our personal stuff would have to wait. We reached the hospital and I confirmed Heather needed additional surgery. I wanted to put my fist through a wall, but my volatile reaction wouldn’t help either of us. Ellison pulled me into the scrub room and helped me prep. Her presence soothed my turbulent emotions, infusing me with calm and determination.

L
ong hours and exhaustion were the norm in a surgeon’s life, but they were hell on relationships. Even when both people were doctors apparently. Jack and I had spent so many hours at the hospital since Heather’s emergency surgery that we hadn’t been able to revisit the whole ‘trying to knock me up’ conversation. Not that it had stopped him from giving his pregnancy plan another go or two—or twelve. I’d taken to putting condoms in my purse, lab coat pockets, his pockets, both our cars... pretty much everywhere. Not that it had done a lick of good. In the heat of the moment, I never remembered to ask him to put one on, and he sure as hell never offered. I was beginning to wonder if it was my subconscious trying to tell me I actually wanted the smug bastard to knock me up.

The timing was horrible, though, with the offer of my dream job dropping in my lap. A decision I’d successfully avoided thinking about over the last week, too. Judging by the increasing frequency of the calls coming from Declan, time was running out. The ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced down and recognized the number on the display.

Speak of the devil.

“Hey, Declan,” I answered. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get back to you with a response yet.”

“No apology needed, Ellison,” he assured me. “I expect my call caught you unaware after we went with a different candidate initially.”

“It definitely was unexpected,” I confirmed.

“The board and I want to make it clear how committed we are to having you on our team.”

He was telling me exactly what I would have given almost anything to hear a year ago. “I appreciate that, Declan, and you know how excited I was by the prospect of working for you when I interviewed last year.”

“Why do I hear a but in there somewhere?”

“I’m just not sure I want to make the move right now,” I sighed.

“Give me a chance to convince you otherwise. Let me take you to lunch so we can talk it through face-to-face.”

“Lunch?” I repeated. How would that even work with him in Minneapolis and me in Rock Springs? “When?”

“Today.”

His answer shocked me, stopping me in my tracks as I walked through the hospital corridor. “Are you in Nebraska?”

“I told you the board and I wanted to convince you of how serious we are about you taking this job.”

“So you hopped on a plane to come to me? For lunch?” I sputtered, feeling flattered by the lengths to which they were willing to go to talk to me about the job. It helped soothe some of the sting from when they’d not selected me for it previously.

“I will if you tell me you’re available for lunch today.”

My stomach growled, reminding me I’d skipped breakfast. Turning down a free lunch was silly. “Sure, I can do lunch.”

“Great! I’ll pick you up at the hospital?”

“Sure,” I drawled, thinking about how I could make sure we didn’t run into Jack while he was here. Not only hadn’t we talked about the condom situation, I still hadn’t mentioned the job offer either.

***

“M
mmm,” I murmured, savoring the flavor of my bacon wrapped filet. Declan had gone all out, picking me up in a town car and taking me to one of the best steakhouses in town. It was a good thing I didn’t have a heavy case load this afternoon, because I could easily see a nap in the sleep room in my near future.

“Smart, successful, gorgeous, and you actually eat real food instead of weeds.” Declan’s tone was filled with masculine approval.

My eyes popped open in surprise. I’d been enjoying my food so much, I’d kind of forgotten he was there for a minute. I ducked my head in embarrassment and set my fork down on my almost empty plate. Skipping breakfast hadn’t been a smart idea since I’d been hungry enough to devour my entire steak in a matter of minutes. “I definitely enjoyed my food,” I mumbled.

Declan reached out to grab my hand and squeeze it. I slid my hand away and dropped it onto my lap.
Awkward.

“I meant it as a compliment, Ellison.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“You done?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, fidgeting in my seat, suddenly aware of how we’d been seated together in a corner booth.

He waved the waiter over, and he cleared the table, leaving the check behind for Declan.

“I’ve already given you my pitch.” And he had, both the last time I’d interviewed and during our lunch. “Not to sound conceited, but I know we have a lot to offer at Children’s Minneapolis.”

“You do,” I replied, nodding in understanding.

“When we spoke last week, you mentioned your situation had changed.” His gaze dropped to where my hands were folded in my lap before rising to meet mine again. “I can only assume it’s your personal life since our research hadn’t indicated anything different in your current position.”

“It is.” I kept my answer short because I didn’t really want to get into it with him.

Declan cocked his head to the side, his gaze speculative as he scanned my face. “I hope you don’t mind if I get a little personal with you for a moment.”

I waved a hand in a circular motion, giving him permission to continue since I was curious where he was going to take this.

“I’d hate to see you pass up an opportunity like this because of a guy, especially when there will be opportunities for romance in Minneapolis for you.”

“Erm...” I sputtered, completely flustered and unsure how to respond.

“Let me be blunt.”
Like he wasn’t already?
“I didn’t see a ring on your finger, so I’ve got to think this guy probably isn’t worth the sacrifice. Not when you can take the job with us and let me take you out on a date after you get settled in up there.”

Oh, for criminy’s sake.
Was I putting off irresistible pheromones or something? First, Richard got all weird when I tried to let him down easily, and then here was Declan trying to lure me into the job in Minneapolis, using himself as bait. Not to mention, Jack doing his best to knock me up.

“That’s incredibly kind of you to offer,” I murmured, glancing down at my phone as it vibrated in my hand. “And as much as I’d love to discuss this further,” —
not
—“they need me back at the hospital.”

“They” was really Jack since he was the one trying to reach me. I sent him a quick text, letting him know I was on my way back and chuckled softly at the series of rapid-fire texts which followed.

Jack:
I missed you for lunch. You took my favorite meal with you. I had a taste for honey.

Jack:
Where did you go?

Jack:
Wanna meet me in my office for a quickie?

Jack:
I promise to do my best to make you scream, but I’ll keep your mouth busy so nobody can hear you.

Me
: Poor, starving boy. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.

Damn that man!
The ride back to the hospital couldn’t go fast enough since it was already awkward, and that was before I was blushing wildly and my panties were damp from the images Jack had put in my head. I stayed super quiet, not wanting to do anything to make Declan think the visible signs of arousal were due to him.

When the car pulled up in front of the hospital, I practically leapt from the vehicle. Unfortunately, Declan followed behind me and insisted on walking me back inside. And my bad luck turned worse as I caught sight of Jack through the glass doors. He didn’t give us a chance to make it inside before he stormed through the doors to meet me on the sidewalk and stake his claim.

“Ellie,” he growled, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss which screamed possessiveness. When he lifted his head, my knees were weak and I was holding on to his arms for dear life.

Declan cleared his throat, drawing my attention to him, right along with Jack’s.

“Dr. Jack Halston,” he announced, holding his hand out to shake Declan’s. “Ellie’s fiancé.”

Say what now?
Had I completely missed his proposal at some point this week?

Declan’s gaze dropped to my ringless finger before he chuckled softly. “Dr. Declan McGowan from Children’s Minneapolis. I was in town trying to tempt Ellison into joining our team. Considering how things went down last year, I figured a little bit of wooing was in order.”

Jack’s jaw twitched and he practically growled out his response. “Thanks for treating my girl to lunch, but I’ve got her from here.” I shivered at the hint of sensual threat in his words. I had a feeling he was going to make me pay for not talking to him about the job offer soon.

A
s a doctor, I understand the results of physical violence more than most, but this guy was going to find himself well acquainted with my fist if he didn’t get the fuck out of there, fast.

I slipped my arm around Ellison and squeezed her waist, gluing her to my side. Declan (the pussy) was smiling like a cocky son of a bitch, and I glared while Ellison said goodbye and promised to call him. My fingers dug in a little harder, a reflex at the thought of her leaving me and conveying my irritation with her.

She extended her hand and I repressed the need to snatch it back, not wanting even the smallest touch of their skin. Declan finally turned to leave and I kept Ellison beside me as I walked back through the sliding glass doors into the hospital lobby.

“Hey, Dr. Halston, Dr. Reed,” greeted a nurse in pink scrubs behind the registration desk. I jerked my chin in response and Ellison gave a weak wave with her free hand. Keeping steady on my path, I headed straight for my office, basically ignoring everyone on the way. Once we reached it, I guided her inside before turning and slamming the door shut. I took a second to calm myself, then turned to face her.