Twin Fantasies (6 page)

“Okay, go ahead, Jenna. I ‘m listening.”

“When you didn’t come, I was very upset. Hurt, really.”

Her eyes shone brighter, glistening in the lamplight.  His gut compressed. He’d never meant to hurt her. He’d never really thought about it like that.

She drew her hands away and shifted slightly. The result put a little distance between them.

“ I . . . I had decided that . . . well, that we weren’t working out.”

Oh, God, she really was going to break up with him. He felt blackness closing in around him.

“There had just been too many times. Your work seemed more important than me and if we were really meant to be, that wouldn’t be the case.” She fiddled with her hands, not looking at him. “And you and I hadn’t made love for over three months.”

Three months, two weeks, and five days. But who was counting?

“But that night turned out to be the best night of my life.

Living out my sexual fantasy was intensely exciting.”

“Fantasy?” What the hell was she talking about?

Her eyes crinkled and she smiled impishly.

“Yes, having hot, wild sex with a complete stranger in his room. It was fabulous.”

He stared at her, speechless. He couldn’t be getting this right. Surely she hadn’t allowed herself to be picked up by a stranger. Not his Jenna.

Her voice dropped in timbre.

“And then there was the elevator. Oh, God, that was . . .

Wow.”

His blood froze and numbness claimed his body.  Her hand crept over his and she squeezed his fingers. The gleam in her eyes absolutely tortured him.

He remembered her telling him about her sexual fantasies, though he didn’t remember anything about an elevator—and he was sure he would remember. He’d had to hold himself tightly at bay, spending every ounce of discipline he had to stop himself from throwing her down and taking her in a wild bout of passion. He’d almost failed, so he’d finally made an excuse to leave early. He just couldn’t allow himself to grab her and tear her clothes off. What if he hurt her in his semi-madness?  Damn it. Anger welled up at the thought she’d been untrue, but it couldn’t drive away the desolation he felt at knowing he’d lost her. His relationship with Jenna was the most important thing in his life yet he had tried to control the relationship, to keep it locked up in one small compartment. He’d been so afraid his need to be with her would overwhelm everything else in his life, yet now that he had lost her, he knew nothing else was half as important as Jenna. He had neglected her so much she’d felt she had to go searching for love elsewhere. It was all his fault he had lost her.  “The thing is, after that, I decided I want to stay with you.” His head reeled. She wasn’t dumping him? Emotions swirled through him, making him dizzy.

Here she was telling him she’d had sex with another man—a complete stranger—yet relief flooded through him that he hadn’t lost her after all.

She leaned forward and kissed him, then wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. His arm circled her waist and he just allowed the sensations of her soft body pressing against his to flow through him. He should protest. Tell her how angry he was that she’d slept with another man. Instead, he tightened his arms around her and held her closer, never wanting to let go.

Good God, he’d almost lost her. That changed his perspective on everything.

“There’s something else I have to tell you. Something important.”

Something important?
What the hell did she consider more important than deciding to dump him, then sleeping with another man?

She eased away from him and took both his hands in hers.  She looked up at him and her eyes were filled with such trepidation he wanted to sweep her back into his arms and tell her everything would be okay, no matter what she had to tell him.  He loved her that much. He needed her that much.  “Ryan, I’m . . .” She hesitated and shifted back and forth, glancing down at their linked hands. She stroked his knuckles with her thumbs.

The suspense was driving him over the edge.

“Just tell me, Jenna,” he urged.

She raised her face to gaze into his eyes. “I’m pregnant.”
Pregnant.
Oh, God, and by another man. He felt his face drain of color.

She continued to stare at him, her eyes starting to shimmer.  As he let the whole notion sink into his befuddled brain, he realized tears had started to flow from her eyes.  “Oh, God, Jenna.” He dragged her against him and held her close, his arms tight around her. “Jenna, sweetheart.” He kissed the top of her head, soft strands of her hair a light wisp across his nose. She must be afraid he’d dump her after finding out she’d cheated on him. Apparently, he had done an excellent job hiding just how much he was in love with her. Since the father was some one-night stand, she was probably afraid she’d wind up raising the baby alone.  “What do you want to have happen now?” he asked.

“ I . . . I want my baby to have a father.”

Oh, God, was she going to try to find the stranger—the father of her baby? Or worse, did she hope to marry the guy?

Did she hope Ryan, with his expertise in computers, would help her to find the man?

But she’d said she wanted to stay with Ryan. Maybe she just wanted to share custody of the child with the father. The thought of another man sharing such an important and intimate thing as raising a child with Jenna tore through him. It might start out innocently enough, but sharing life-altering moments like watching their child be born, hearing its first words, watching its first steps . . . Ryan knew these things had a profound effect on parents. Not only that, she was obviously attracted to the guy. If they spent a lot of time together, she might just fall into his arms again. Hell, she’d barely spent any time at all with him before she’d jumped into the sack with him the first time.

The first time.
Hell, he was already thinking of her as having a permanent relationship with the guy.

Jenna’s fingers curled around his sleeve.

“ I . . . I’m hoping you’ll want to raise the baby with me. I’m hoping you’ll want to make our relationship more permanent.” Relief washed though him and his heart swelled. He eased her to face him, staring deeply into her watery blue eyes.  “Jenna, are you telling me that if I ask you to marry me, you will?”

She glanced up at him and nodded, her expression uncertain.  He hugged her close, then released her and lowered himself to the floor. At least he could do this right. Settling on one knee, he took her right hand in his and kissed it.  “Jenna, darling.” He gazed deeply into her eyes. “Will you marry me?”

Tears streamed freely down her face now. She nodded, then seemed to find her voice.

“Yes.” She threw herself into his arms and he held her as close as he could. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” The soft words, whispered into his ear, trembled through him.

He held her for a long time, savoring their closeness. Finally, he drew her to his side and rested his hand on her stomach, thinking of the little spark of life growing inside her. Maybe this was another man’s baby, but he would raise it as his own, and he would love it as much as he loved its mother. His beautiful Jenna.

And he would never give her reason to seek love in another man’s arms again.

“Tomorrow, we’ll go out and get you a ring. The most beautiful engagement ring we can find. We can set the wedding for next month so you won’t be showing yet, and—“ Smiling at him, she eased back and touched her finger to his lips. The sensation sent tendrils of warmth curling through him.

“Okay, Mr. Organization, that all sounds great, but right now there’s something I’d rather be doing than planning our wedding.”

“Really? I thought planning her wedding was the biggest thrill of a woman’s life,” he teased.

“Well, there is something I find marginally more thrilling.” She tugged on his collar, then slid her hands down his neck to the top button of his shirt and released it.

A fire ignited deep in his groin and his cock slowly inflated.

He wanted to slide his hands over her soft blue sweater, to feel her even softer breasts through the fine wool. His fingers ached

to push under the garment and caress her bare skin, to find her nipples and stroke them between his fingers and thumb until the soft nubs hardened and elongated.

“I wonder what that could be.” He stroked her hair behind her ear, clamping down on the yearning inside him, keeping it to a manageable level.

She leaned forward and touched her lips to his collarbone.  Her soft mouth sent his senses whirling. The inferno in his groin blazed hotly and his hard cock ached painfully in the confines of his cords. As she kissed up his neck, then nuzzled under his chin, a wave of need more powerful than a tsunami shattered his tightly held control. He grasped both sides of his shirt and tore it open, scattering buttons everywhere.  She gasped in surprise, then laughed.

“My goodness, Ryan, you’re really learning to loosen up.”

CHAPTER FIVE

HER MOUTH COVERED his nipple and he groaned at the sensation of her tongue teasing the tip. It grew as hard as a bead and his throat went dry. He ran his fingers through her long chestnut hair, the silken strands caressing his hands. She stroked her hands down his rib cage, then settled over his stomach.  At the clinking sound, he realized she was unfastening his belt. The sound of the zipper sliding down shuddered through him. He had longed for her touch, and denied it to himself for too long.

He held his breath as her soft fingers slipped into his pants and encircled his rapidly growing cock. He expelled the air quickly at her delicate touch on his hard, masculine flesh.  God, this was exquisite. He shoved the pants down, cords and boxers together, giving her free access.

“Mmm.” She stroked him base to tip, then flicked her tongue over the tip.

He groaned as he felt her tongue touch the base of his shaft, then lick the length of him. She twirled her tongue under the ridge of the head, then tapped right where the foreskin would have been attached. The sensation shot through him, exciting every nerve ending. One of her hands slid up his torso to his nipple and her ringers tweaked and stroked it. He stroked her hair as she stroked his cock to rigid arousal with her lips.  She drew him deep inside her mouth. He never understood how she did it, but she could take him right to the base, opening her throat wide.

As he felt his cock move deeper into her hot, wet throat, he had to hold back the need to thrust. He could come right now, could already feel the tightening of his balls. Only the desire he had to prolong this, to feel her hot, dripping pussy hugging his cock, allowed him to hold back.

She moved up and down on him for several long, sensual moments, bringing him to the height of arousal, then she twirled her tongue around the head.

She released his penis from her mouth, the air-cooling him off a little, then she kissed the head. Her tongue lapped across the tip, dabbing at the small opening, then she slid down his cock. She licked his testicles, then sucked them into her mouth.  “Oh, God, Jenna.”

She smiled up at him, licked his shaft like a popsicle, then covered him with her mouth again, swallowing him whole.  Her mouth moved up and down enthusiastically.

“Baby, I ‘m going to come soon.”

She shifted to the tip and swirled her tongue around and around, nudging under the ridge of the head, driving him insane.  She stroked her hand up to meet her mouth, keeping him in the warmth of her hand. She released him for a moment.  “Show me, sweetheart,” she said, then captured him in the warmth of her mouth again.

She sucked deeply while fondling his balls in her hand. His groin tightened and he felt the heat flood through him. His whole body tensed as the semen flooded his penis then shot out into her mouth. His breath caught on the ecstatic feeling of release, pulsing into her warmth. Finally, he slumped back on the couch and she burrowed in beside him.

Once he’d caught his breath, he stroked her hair, then started lifting the hem of her sweater.

“Now it’s your turn.”

She stood up and tugged the sweater over her head, dropping it into a puddle beside her. His gaze fixed on the swell of her breasts as she reached behind to unhook her lacy blue bra.  She slid the straps off her shoulders and let go of the garment.  It remained suspended by friction alone, teasing him, until finally she slowly peeled it away, revealing her full, round breasts. The areolas were tight and hard, each nipple a hard, round bead in the center. He licked his lips, longing to run his tongue over those hard nubs. She shoved off her jeans, revealing tiny blue lace and satin panties. She climbed on top of him, one long, shapely leg on each side of his thighs. When the satin of her panties, warmed by the heat of her body, came in contact with his sagging penis, it pulsed to life.  He covered her breasts with his hands, reveling in the feel of her hard nipples pushing into his palms. She leaned forward, one hand on either side of his head, offering her breasts for a feast. He took one in his mouth, loving the way the areola pebbled in his mouth, the feel of the hard nipple against his tongue a definite turn-on. He covered her other breast with his palm, then found her nipple and stroked it with the tip of his finger.

“Mmm. That feels so good,” she crooned.