Romance: Sports Romance: ON SIDE (Secret Baby Pregnancy Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Fiction) by Raven Monet
Authors: Raven Monet
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sweetie. It's okay,” he said, kissing my forehead and stroking my hair back from my face. “We both knew he'd find out eventually.”
“I know, it's just – I just wish he'd just leave us be,” I said.
I looked up into Micah's eyes and it always shocked me just how much the two of them looked alike. For being two totally different men, they couldn't have been more identical looking. Except that Micah kept his hair shorter and clean cut. He also worked as a landscaper rather than running in a motorcycle gang. And he didn't have a single tattoo covering his oh so perfect body. My hands were trembling as I grasped his t-shirt, holding on for dear life.
There was something in Micah's eyes, though, something resembling fear – but not fear of dying or being hurt. It was something more deep, more personal. And I knew exactly what it was since we'd talked about it before.
“You know I love you, Micah. And only you, right?”
I stood on my tip-toes to kiss his lips.
“I know that, Lucy. And I love you too, you know that. You and the baby are my entire world, and I'll do anything to protect you from that bastard.”
“I know you will,” I said, kissing down the length of his neck while my hands moved to remove his shirt. “I know you will, Micah. And no one will ever take us away from you, I promise.”
Micah's hand fell to my slightly swollen belly, massaging it gently. He knew this child might not be his, but he didn't care. It was his because he would claim it as such. And we would be a family. Micah, our child, and me. The family I never knew I wanted. But the family I was thrilled to be having.
“Make love to me, baby,” I whispered into his ear. “Mark me. Take me as your own.”
As soon as I said the last bit, Micah jerked back, staring into my eyes. “Lucy, you can't mean – ”
“But I do,” I said. “I want it. I want to be claimed by you, I want to be yours forever.”
“You don't know what it means, though,” he said, shaking his head. “I won't do that to you.”
I grabbed onto his hands so he couldn't pull away. “Please, baby. I want this. I need this. It might be the only way to protect me from Deacon and I'm already yours forever, once we go down to the courthouse.”
“But marriage is different,” he said, giving me an inscrutable expression.
“How so?”
“Because you're free to leave me if you decide to,” he said.
“But that's not the way it's supposed to work. That's not how being married will work with me, Micah,” I said, pulling his hand to my lips and kissing his knuckles. “It will be forever. And besides, I know you would never, ever make me stay if I didn't want to.”
Micah looked uncomfortable. We'd talked about it briefly before, but never seriously. His marking me had always been hypothetical. I didn't see a need, but I knew he was against it. He thought it was wrong, felt it would somehow lock us together forever – even against my will. I told him before that's not how it works, but I couldn't tell him exactly how I knew that.
“Please, baby,” I said, placing his hands on my belly. “Not just for me, but for our child too. We need you.”
Micah didn't look entirely convinced, but it was true. It would keep Deacon from stepping into the picture and trying to tear us apart. After it was done, there would be no way to tear us apart.
I kissed him long and hard, pressing him up against the wall, taking that shirt off once and for all. I slipped it over his head and tossed it to the ground. Micah's body pressed against mine and I felt his erection through his jeans. With one quick motion, I removed his belt and he started working at my jeans as well, dropping them to the floor. I stepped out of them, wearing nothing but my lacy pink panties. My belly hung over the panties just slightly, reminding us both what else was at stake here.
“God, you're so beautiful, Lucy,” he said, dropping down and kissing my belly.
“Even though I look like a
“I know, it's just – I just wish he'd just leave us be,” I said.
I looked up into Micah's eyes and it always shocked me just how much the two of them looked alike. For being two totally different men, they couldn't have been more identical looking. Except that Micah kept his hair shorter and clean cut. He also worked as a landscaper rather than running in a motorcycle gang. And he didn't have a single tattoo covering his oh so perfect body. My hands were trembling as I grasped his t-shirt, holding on for dear life.
There was something in Micah's eyes, though, something resembling fear – but not fear of dying or being hurt. It was something more deep, more personal. And I knew exactly what it was since we'd talked about it before.
“You know I love you, Micah. And only you, right?”
I stood on my tip-toes to kiss his lips.
“I know that, Lucy. And I love you too, you know that. You and the baby are my entire world, and I'll do anything to protect you from that bastard.”
“I know you will,” I said, kissing down the length of his neck while my hands moved to remove his shirt. “I know you will, Micah. And no one will ever take us away from you, I promise.”
Micah's hand fell to my slightly swollen belly, massaging it gently. He knew this child might not be his, but he didn't care. It was his because he would claim it as such. And we would be a family. Micah, our child, and me. The family I never knew I wanted. But the family I was thrilled to be having.
“Make love to me, baby,” I whispered into his ear. “Mark me. Take me as your own.”
As soon as I said the last bit, Micah jerked back, staring into my eyes. “Lucy, you can't mean – ”
“But I do,” I said. “I want it. I want to be claimed by you, I want to be yours forever.”
“You don't know what it means, though,” he said, shaking his head. “I won't do that to you.”
I grabbed onto his hands so he couldn't pull away. “Please, baby. I want this. I need this. It might be the only way to protect me from Deacon and I'm already yours forever, once we go down to the courthouse.”
“But marriage is different,” he said, giving me an inscrutable expression.
“How so?”
“Because you're free to leave me if you decide to,” he said.
“But that's not the way it's supposed to work. That's not how being married will work with me, Micah,” I said, pulling his hand to my lips and kissing his knuckles. “It will be forever. And besides, I know you would never, ever make me stay if I didn't want to.”
Micah looked uncomfortable. We'd talked about it briefly before, but never seriously. His marking me had always been hypothetical. I didn't see a need, but I knew he was against it. He thought it was wrong, felt it would somehow lock us together forever – even against my will. I told him before that's not how it works, but I couldn't tell him exactly how I knew that.
“Please, baby,” I said, placing his hands on my belly. “Not just for me, but for our child too. We need you.”
Micah didn't look entirely convinced, but it was true. It would keep Deacon from stepping into the picture and trying to tear us apart. After it was done, there would be no way to tear us apart.
I kissed him long and hard, pressing him up against the wall, taking that shirt off once and for all. I slipped it over his head and tossed it to the ground. Micah's body pressed against mine and I felt his erection through his jeans. With one quick motion, I removed his belt and he started working at my jeans as well, dropping them to the floor. I stepped out of them, wearing nothing but my lacy pink panties. My belly hung over the panties just slightly, reminding us both what else was at stake here.
“God, you're so beautiful, Lucy,” he said, dropping down and kissing my belly.
“Even though I look like a
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