The Fighter Pilot's Baby: A BWWM Military Pregnancy Romance (7 page)

Bianca toasted a
bagel and glanced at the clock. She was running late and would have
to eat in the car. Flustered by losing track of time, she poured her
coffee in a travel mug and threw the bagel in a plastic baggie and
stowed it in her purse. As she was walking out the door her phone
rang and she wanted to ignore it. It was probably her mom. But it
could also be Alex. One last look at the clock on the microwave
indicated she just didn’t have time to answer either way. With
a sigh she dashed into the garage and into her car. She sped down the
highway, being careful of traffic laws but hurrying nonetheless. She
hated being late. Her phone rang again inside of her purse. Worried
it was an emergency Bianca flipped on her Bluetooth and answered.

“Hello?”
She realized she didn’t take a moment to see who it was.

“Hey, babe.”
It was Alex. Bianca relaxed against her seat; his voice had that
effect on her.

“What’s
up? Is everything alright?” She asked, he didn’t sound
like himself.

“I’m not
so sure this new business venture is going to work out,” he
sighed, he sounded crushed.

“Why? What
happened?” Bianca completely forgot about being late for work.

“My investor
has backed out. I think I was dreaming a little too big. Luckily I
have my military pension to live on for awhile but without being on
active duty the pay is so much less.” Alex sounded devastated
and Bianca felt terrible.

Maybe she was being
selfish asking him to do this with her? He loved his career as a
fighter pilot for the Air Force and she felt like she was taking his
dream away. Maybe it was time to let him walk away…

“Bianca? Did
you hear me?” Alex asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

“I’m
sorry, Alex, I’m driving. Can you repeat that?” She
didn’t want to seem distracted while he was having a personal
issue.

“I said that I
may need to leave town, fly to Chicago, for a few days to see if I
can scrounge up some other investors. If not, then I’ll have to
start from scratch with my ideas.” Alex said with a bit of
anger.

Bianca frowned,
hoping the anger wasn’t pointed at her. What if he resented her
for taking away his career to have a child? Would he leave them?
Shaking the thought away, Bianca tried to reassure Alex.

“I’ll
bet you find just the person you need to help you with your business.
Maybe that Mr. Gates person wasn’t the right guy for your
business.” Bianca said with conviction.

She heard Alex sigh,
“Maybe you’re right. My mom always used to say
‘everything happens for a reason.’ I guess it wasn’t
meant to be.” His voice sounded a little brighter. Bianca hoped
she helped him feel better. But she couldn’t help the guilt she
felt at making him ditch his career for her.

“I’ll
miss you,” She mumbled. Now she was feeling lousy.

“I’ll
stop by tonight so we can have a proper goodbye,” Alex said, a
hint of lust and innuendo in his voice.

Bianca’s body
heated at his words. “I’m almost at work and I’m
running late,” she said, “I’ll see you later.”
The last sentence was uttered with just as much lust as his previous
one.

Alex laughed, “Bye,
babe.”

Bianca’s day
was a blur. All that she could think about was being without Alex for
several days and the possibility that she may be pregnant. She
wondered if she should test while he was there tonight or if she
should wait. After much thought, all day in fact, she decided to
wait. She wasn’t due for her period for two more days anyway.
Finally her work day had come to an end and she could leave. Bianca
bid Mrs. Jensen goodbye and walked out of the school, waving at the
office staff as she went. Her drive home was silent; she was too
wired with sexual energy at the prospect of seeing Alex that she
hadn’t bothered with the radio. Her thoughts wandered to him
leaving town for the rest of the week and an air of melancholy
surrounded her. She pushed it back, however, since she didn’t
want to ruin their night together. When she finally pulled up to the
house, Alex’s car was parked at the curb. A smile settled on
her lips, he was just as anxious to see her as she was him.

“Hey,”
Alex said, his voice deep with lust.

The tone of his
voice sent chills of desire up Bianca’s spine. Forgetting her
work bag and almost her purse, Bianca raced to the door with Alex
close behind. They burst through the door the second Bianca was able
to insert the key and turn, Alex’s mouth already making its way
to hers. They were frantic, as if his departure was for months
instead of days. Bianca had grown used to his company, they spent
almost all of the time they weren’t working together and being
apart from him for even a few days would be agony. Somehow, during
her inner dialogue, they made it to the couch. Bianca fell onto it
when the backs of her knees hit the edge. Alex didn’t miss a
beat and moved down with her. They turned so they were laying flat
and Alex’s mouth never left hers as they went. Bianca panted
against his mouth, her desire growing by the second. She nipped his
lip as if to let him know she wanted more, needed more. Alex growled
in reaction, pushing down tighter against her, his erection pressing
against her pubic bone through his jeans. The feel of him, hard and
ready for her, made her moan again with need. Bianca could feel her
panties becoming wet with her arousal, and she had the yearning to
rip them off. She hated that they were still clothed, that there was
something separating their bodies. With frenzied movements, Bianca
yanked her tank top over her head, barely missing Alex’s face
with her elbow. He drew back, taking the cue from her, and pushed
back on his heels to pull his shirt off. Bianca needed to feel his
skin against hers, more than she needed to breathe.

After tossing his
shirt away, Alex reached behind Bianca and unclasped her bra with
skill. Too turned on to comment at his deftness, Bianca wiggled out
of her tight pencil skirt, revealing the red lace thong beneath. Alex
growled again, licking his lips, and Bianca held back a whimper at
what his motions were doing to her underneath the panties. Reaching
for her, Alex all but shredded the small scrap of fabric that covered
her sex, throwing it away like garbage.

“That’s
better,”
he
mumbled, his eyes a dark stormy blue.

Bianca nodded,
reaching for his belt buckle. She fumbled for a second with the
closure but within seconds had it removed and was undoing his jeans.
The sight of his naked body made her quiver deep inside. His thick
erection lay against his lower abdomen, the length of it almost
touching his naval. His pale skin was all hard ridges and muscle
which bunched under his skin as he moved back over her. Bianca ran
her hands over his abs and up his pecs. He was warm and hard all over
and his silken skin over the hard planes of muscle made her want to
lick him. Alex drew closer, his mouth searching for hers. Instead of
acquiescing, Bianca turned her head, offering him her neck and traced
her tongue along his bicep. Alex moaned, his teeth gently raking
along her neck. The action sent a shiver all the way to Bianca’s
pussy, the longing for him to fill her was too much for her to take.

“Alex,
please,”
she
begged, bucking her hips against his hard length.

“That’s
right, baby. Beg for it. Let me know how much you want it.” He
growled between clenched teeth.

Bianca could tell
his control was waning but he still wanted her to play along. She
bucked her hips again, wiggling and spreading her legs until she
could feel the tip of his cock against her entrance. Alex rumbled
deep in his chest. Bianca smiled, thrusting her hips again. The feel
of his thick head pressed against the seam of her pussy made Bianca
groan. Alex pulled back, not allowing her access a third time and
Bianca couldn’t hold back the whimper of loss at the contact.

“Tell me again
what you want, Bianca. I need to hear you say it.” Alex
demanded.

“You, Alex. I
need you. All of you. I want you inside of me, now.” Bianca
pleaded, trying to keep the desperation from her voice but failing.

Bianca
was on fire with lust and if Alex didn’t douse the flames soon
she was sure she would combust. Alex lowered himself back down over
top of her, pressing his dick against her slick folds. This time
Bianca didn’t squirm, she fought the urge to press against him.
Alex pushed forward slowly, torturously. The wide head of his penis
breached her channel and Bianca cried out as he pushed deeper, his
speed never increasing. Breathless, Bianca moved her hips up to meet
his strokes and Alex froze. She looked up at him and he shook his
head. He didn’t want to rush, he wanted to go slow and he
wanted to be in control. The idea made Bianca even more aroused and
she stilled, allowing Alex to take the lead. Once she complied, he
moved again, achingly slow. Bianca’s breathing became labored
and her heart pounded. The urge to move overwhelmed her but she
stayed put. Instead she focused on the building pressure of her
orgasm. The more Alex moved, his dick hitting the spot that made her
see stars and gliding against her clit with every motion, the higher
she climbed toward climax. The orgasm
hit
suddenly, and Bianca couldn’t control her body. Her hips surged
forward and she grabbed Alex’s biceps, her nails digging into
his skin. Just as she began to come down from the mind blowing
pleasure, Alex called out her name, finding his own release. He
collapsed on top of her and they both lay there a moment catching
their breath. Each time they made love was better than the last and
Bianca was certain she was addicted to him.

Finally recovered,
Alex placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and lifted up.

“Let’s
get to bed,” he said grabbing her hand and helping Bianca to
stand.

She nodded,
gathering her clothes from the floor and followed him up the stairs.
She was exhausted.

*****

Alex watched Bianca
as she slept, her untamed dark curls fanned out on her pillow. Her
breathing was even and steady and she looked content; sated. Alex
sighed, wondering what he would do if his investor in Chicago didn’t
come through for him. He believed in his business, a security company
that dealt with private and charter planes, but he had a hard time
selling anyone on his idea. It didn’t help that he was the only
person able to provide the services at this time. He had approached a
couple of his friends from the Air Force about joining him, but they
were either reenlisting or had civilian jobs already waiting for
them. Stifling a curse so as not to wake Bianca, Alex slipped from
the bed, pulling on his jeans and padding downstairs. All he could
think about was Bianca and the possibility that she was already
pregnant. Without a job Alex’s Air Force pension wasn’t
much to live on.

Fuck!

He
had to convince the investor in Chicago that his company was solid.
Pacing the kitchen, Alex started a pot of coffee. The sun wasn’t
yet up. The clock on the microwave let him know that it was only
four-thirty. Sleep was hard to come by when
he
didn’t have a job and
was
worried about the future of your relationship. What would Bianca
think of him if he couldn’t find a job? The Keurig began to
shoot coffee into his mug and Alex snatched it from under the stream
just before it stopped. Repressing the urge to shout an obscenity
once more, Alex tore a handful of paper towels to mop up the mess he
just made.

“First time
using a Keurig?” Bianca asked from the kitchen doorway with a
smirk.

Alex’s head
snapped around. His anxiety faded a bit at the sight of her. She had
pulled on his t-shirt and was strolling towards him, her deep brown
eyes alert for such an early hour.

“I’m
sorry. Did I wake you?” He asked, edging closer to her after
tossing the sopping paper towels in the garbage.

She shook her head,
her curls in disarray from sleep and moving with the motion. She
looked fucking sexy. Before Alex could change his mind, he grabbed
her in his arms and headed back upstairs. Since they were both awake
they may as well make the best of it.

*****

Bianca
rolled over, her eyes unwilling to open as her alarm blared from the
nightstand. Early morning sex was fantastic but having to wake up
only an hour later was not. Prying her eyes open she turned, smacking
her hand down on the alarm clock. She sat up, the delicious soreness
between her legs reminding her of just how much fun she had last
night. To her left Alex was passed out, the sound of the alarm didn’t
even make him flinch. Deciding to let him sleep, Bianca crept from
the bed and headed to the shower. Turning the shower as hot as she
could stand, Bianca climbed in and pulled the door closed. The hot
water cascaded down her body and cleared her head of the sleepy fog.
A small voice in the back of her head wondered if she was tired for
another reason, but she put that thought out of her head. PMS also
made her tired and sluggish. The thought that her period was just
around the corner doused her good mood, and Bianca switched the flow
of water off with a force she hadn’t meant to exert. Wringing
her hair out, she pushed the shower door open and reached for her
towel on the rack but it wasn’t there. Frowning, because she
was sure she had
hung
it there before she got in, she turned. A smile spread across her
face.

“Looking for
something?” Alex asked, her towel draped over his arm.

Bianca laughed, the
thoughts of before dissipated, “Not anymore.”

“If you want
it, you better come get it,” Alex said with a smirk.

“Baby, we
can’t. I’ll be late for work.” Bianca answered,
stepping from the shower anyway to retrieve her towel.