Jase (MMA Bad Boys Book 3) (11 page)

“You may be preggers, Jennifer, but your face isn’t so I suggest you watch what you say. Also, I may be fat but at least my bones aren’t showing through my skin.” Frankie has her hands on her hips and it’s a real fucking turn-on to see her riled up and defending herself against my ex.

“Please, you and your thunder thighs won’t keep him occupied for long, sweety, he likes his women with less flesh.” Jen eyes her from her seated position and I choke.

“Love, I don’t like my women skinny. I like more cushion for the pushin’. That’s the saying right? Plus, Frankie isn’t fat, she’s perfect.” I smile at Frankie when she turns her head to look over her shoulder.

“You both make me sick with all this mushy shite.” She pretends to stick her finger down her throat and gagging for effect.

“Let’s get something straight, bitch, after this DNA test proves he’s not the dad, we don’t ever want to see you again. You contact him? I’ll hunt you down.” I can hear the smirk in Frankie’s voice and smile. She turns and comes up to me, stepping on tiptoes to give me a sweet kiss on my mouth. I so want to shove my tongue down her throat and fuck her senseless but that’s impossible with Jen here.

“You know where the guest room is, fuck off and stay there ‘til morning.” I tell her over Frankie’s shoulder. Jen is spitting mad and I’m pretty sure I can see steam coming from her ears. She gets up from the couch with difficulty but I make no move to help her. She glares daggers at me and shoulder barges past Frankie. I growl but Frankie refocuses my attention back on her with another kiss, this one a little more passionate but still gentle. My hands slide around her waist and hold her to me. My dick is hard, again, like it always is around Frankie.

“Let’s go to bed, Jase. Sleep is what we need right now. Especially with the big day tomorrow.” She pats my butt as she walks by and I have to close my eyes to stop myself watching her ass as she disappears down the hall.

Once I enter the relative safety of Jase’s bedroom, I blow out the breath I didn’t realise I was holding. I’m shaking with fury. What the hell did he ever see in that woman? She’s impossible. But at least she’s here and we can get the DNA done in the morning. I have a feeling she isn’t telling us something. Well, she’s most definitely pregnant, that much is obvious, but I don’t think Jase is even a possible daddy to that baby.

In my gut, just by the way she looked and acted, she slept with multiple men and went for the one with the most money, she definitely looks like the type. I’m not one to usually judge but it’s hard not to with her.

“You okay, princess?” Jase asks, walking into the room and closing the door, the click of a lock turning making my shoulders sag with relief. Fuck knows if she’ll come and molest him in his sleep.

“Yup, I’m just peachy.” I climb under the duvet and lay staring at the mirrored ceiling. “Better get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.”

“We both have. I can’t do it without you, Frankie.” He climbs in beside me and pulls me to him so I’m halfway sprawled across him and it’s the most comfortable I have been in my whole life, I think.

“Are you sure?” I tilt my head back to look at his face. I can see the torment of the situation and how it’s affecting him emotionally. “It’ll be okay, Jase. I promise.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t,” he snaps. “Sorry, princess. I have so much pent up rage for her that it’s difficult to contain it. You can’t promise something like that when there’s a chance I could be daddy in a matter of months.”

“I’m going to be honest based on her. She looks like the type to sleep around a lot. She doesn’t do the lip fattening shit and botox for herself after all. She wants to impress men with money. I reckon she wants you back so bad, that she’d just tell you that, expecting you to believe her. Plus… you’re pretty loaded and she knows it doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Doesn’t stop the worry gnawing at my insides though. I feel sick with nerves, Frankie.” His body is shaking and I don’t know whether he’s about to have a breakdown or he’s just absolutely furious.

I stay silent, instead, I comfort him and stroke swirly lines down his side. He needs someone to help fight his corner and I’m going to be that person. No one should deserve to be put through this, and Jase is such a lovely guy that he goes with his heart instead of his head. I know, I haven’t known him long but the little snippets I’ve seen shows what a real man he is, yet he’s gentle. Jen hurt him bad and I don’t know the full story, I won’t pry it out of him, he’ll tell me in his own time.

His breathing evens out and I know he’s finally fallen asleep. My heart bleeds for him, the pain, the anger… it must be so hard to keep that shit in. I say shit how it is and I’m like that with everyone. Being pushed around by your parents can turn you into a bitch and I’ve tried my best not to let the inner-bitch out. But Jen is one you can’t help losing your cool with. I’m able to control my anger just as well as Jase, thankfully. She’s pregnant after all.

Sighing, I trace the lines of Jase’s tattoos and close my eyes. I pray to the dream Gods that I don’t have nightmares. Jase doesn’t need to witness one.

I wake with the mother of all headaches and I know I didn’t drink last night. The sunlight filters through the slits in the blinds and I groan; morning already?

I’m covered in sweat, too hot and I flip the covers off me but I’m being weighted down. Looking down my nose I see Frankie draped over me, her chest rising and falling gently with sleep. I smile, it’s been a fucking long time since I slept a night with a woman, and it feels so fucking good.

I stroke circles on her back as I relax back into the pillows. I’m painfully aware of my morning wood, I’m sure it’s making quite an impressive tent in my boxers.

An awesome idea flies to the front of my brain and I pull my boxers down enough to free my dick and I sigh in relief.

I stroke my free hand up her thigh and between her legs. I play with her pussy until she’s grinding against my hand and moans escape her mouth. She lifts her head to look at me and says, “Now this is a pretty amazing wake up call.” She climbs on top of me and sinks down onto my erection making us both groan in pleasure.

Grabbing her hips, I thrust upward and her hands come down on my pecs, nails digging in and her head thrown back as she loses herself in the euphoric feeling of my dick deep inside her, bumping against her cervix. I watch as her head comes forward, her face flushed. She’s so damn hot that I’m not sure I can last.

She starts riding the shit out of me and I dig my fingers into her flesh and meet her thrust for thrust. The only sound in the room is our breathing and the soft slap of skin against skin. She cries out just as her walls clamp around me and I take over the thrusting, pumping furiously as she rides out her pleasure, milking my cock as I explode without warning. I cry out and pull her down to me, biting her neck. The pulsing in my cock has her walls quivering with aftershocks. “Good morning, princess.”

She giggles and kisses the shit out of me. I hold her to me as our tongues dance together in a passionate kiss. She pulls away and smiles at me. “We need to shower before waking bitch face up.”

I groan and rub a hand over my face. “The last thing I want to hear in the morning is her high pitched voice, moaning over the fact I’m demanding a logical solution to knowing if I’m to be a dad or not.”

“Better now than getting to bond with the kid to later find out it’s not yours right?” She makes complete sense as always. One last kiss and she climbs off me.

Blowing out a breath, I stand and remove my boxers, following her into the en-suite for a power shower. I’m not looking forward to today at all, my nerves are pretty much shredded right now.

After a quick, silent, awkward coffee, we head out in my 4x4. I don’t use it much because I don’t really need all the space. Jen goes to get in the front and I glare at her, relocking the doors. She doesn’t deserve to sit shotgun, that place is solely reserved for Frankie. Jen shrinks away and goes to the back door. Unlocking the doors, we all climb in and strap up.

“Do you think this is really necessary?” Jen asks from the back seat. I look in the rear view mirror and she’s pouting like a petulant child.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I growl at her through gritted teeth. “Don’t fucking push me, Jen.”

“What are you going to do about it?” The smirk that lifts the corner or her incredibly fake lips makes her look more constipated than anything.

“Don’t start.” I put the car in gear and pull out of my space. Traffic is light this early in the morning and the traffic lights seem to be on my side. The quicker this shit is done with the better it would be for not only myself but for Frankie as well. Even though she said this situation didn’t bother her, I know it will be hard moving forward in our relationship if I am the dad.

Her hand caresses my leg and I glance at her to see a smile on her face. She’s comforting me, knowing how shit scared I am. It’s like, I want to know but I don’t want to know at the same time. It’s tearing me up inside and the indecision is killing me. But I know I have to see this through.

We arrive at King’s College Hospital in record time and park in the visitor’s car park. I already called this morning before Jen was up and booked the appointment and paid the cost. I don’t care about the ramifications, the complications it can cause, I need to know now before I bond with the baby.