CHAPTER 8
Kelsey
“So how’s it coming along?” asks Amber airily. “Have you been having fun?”
I nod, blushing. The last two months with my man have been amazing. Sure, I take shifts at the pool wearing nothing but a pair of pink bikini bottoms, my creamy breasts bare and swaying, available for any of the billionaires to see. But somehow, they all know that I belong to Trent, and while their eyes slide over my curves appreciatively, no one touches. No one so much as breathes in my direction because my man’s made sure I’m wearing his marks.
It’s the love bites on my neck. The imprint of his hands on my waist. And also the slight redness to my bottom and backs of my thighs, the evidence of his love. There’s nothing super crazy, but yeah, we like to have fun and often our sessions are raunchy and exciting.
Plus, I’ve never been so happy before. I waltz around every day in a daze, my mind filled with images of Trent, my body sore from his hot loving. So I turn a smile to Amber and laugh gently.
“Things have been going great,” I confess. “How are things with you and Roman?”
Because I know my friend has been going to the club just as often as I have to be with her man. Believe it or not, it’s the same guy she met way back when we went for try-outs months ago. Somehow Amber and Roman connected, and they’ve been joined at the hip ever since. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen much of my buddy lately, what with both of us being out of circulation. So I shoot her another curious glance.
“Everything okay?” I ask. “You look a little strange. Actually, have you been out in the sun?” I quirk my head, really taking in my friend’s form for the first time in months. “You’re almost glowing, Amber.”
She flushes beautifully, her hands stroking down to cradle her stomach in a tell-tale gesture. I gasp.
“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” is my whisper. “You’re having Roman’s baby!”
She nods smugly.
“I am, and I can’t wait. We both can’t wait,” she coos, “because this is exactly what we were hoping for. A baby, can you imagine it? It doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl, we just want him or her to be healthy.”
The air disappears from my lungs even as I try to breathe deeply. On the one hand, I’m ecstatic for my friend, but on the other, isn’t this against the rules? My thoughts are confused as I stammer aloud.
“B-but Amber, what’s going on? I thought we weren’t supposed to get into relationships with the billionaires. It’s not allowed, remember? That’s what they said during training, plus they made us sign those contracts.”
Amber waves her hand carelessly through the air.
“Contracts, schmontracts. Roman said not to worry about that stuff because he wants a baby, and what Roman wants is what he gets,” she says with a satisfied gleam to her eye. “Besides, I don’t see how you can call what we’re doing not a relationship. He and I work out together, we eat meals together, Roman even cooks for me sometimes now that I’m pregnant. He makes a mean Spaghetti Bolognese,” she confided with a smile before straightening once again. “So how can this not be a relationship?”
I’m befuddled, leaning back with my thoughts swirling. Because Amber’s right. If it’s looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck. But what if you were told that you can’t have duck, come hell or high water? Then what?
So I shake my head, utterly confused. If Roman’s willing to flaunt the rules, then would Trent do the same for me? Does my man even want the same thing from me? I have to believe so, since we act like a couple in all the regular ways. We eat meals together, watch movies together, and even cuddle on the couch together like a pair of happy lovebirds. So Trent wants a relationship, right? He would want domestic bliss, just like any normal man, right?
But foreboding fills me because I’m a rule-follower, and the strictures of the Billionaires Club were always crystal clear. No relationships. Nothing permanent. No promises. So I swallow again uneasily.
“Have you guys made plans?” is my tentative question. “Is the baby going to live at the club compound? Will you get m-married?” I stumble over the m-word. Because can it be true? Is tying the knot in the works for my friend?
But Amber’s not bothered at all, merely waving another hand my way.
“Oh you,” she pooh-poohs. “Always filled with plans and wanting to know what’s next. We’ve talked about it a little,” she acknowledges, frowning a bit, “but haven’t come to any firm decisions. Most likely the baby will be born at the hospital because I want to have every resource at my fingertips, and you know they’ll pay for us to get VIP treatment.”
I nod silently. Of course, if a billionaire’s expecting a child, he’ll go out of his way to make sure that the mother’s comfortable and happy. But still, what about after that? What will happen after the child’s born? Is Amber a surrogate and nothing else?
Unfortunately, Amber’s a free spirit and impossible to pin down. She smiles again and shoots a pointed look my way.
“How about you, Kels?” she purrs. “Will we be hearing the pitter-patter of small feet soon for you and Trent?”
I gasp because pregnancy has occurred to me more than once. The thing is, I’m on birth control but often forget to take it. It should be easy, I know. Whenever I set foot in the compound, I should pop out my pill pack and swallow one right there.
But the thing is that I’m usually on Cloud Nine thinking of Trent and it escapes my mind. Take last week for instance. We’d just finished a hot session and he was idly trailing big fingers over my stomach.
“Oh,” I breathed softly. “I have a little pooch there, I know. I’ve been trying to get rid of it for ages.”
Trent bent his dark head, kissing my belly button.
“It’s gorgeous, honey. I love having extra to hold, and in fact, I think you could put some on right here and here,” he said, squeezing the sides of my tummy.
I giggled.
“What? No, that’d mean that I’d get love handles! You want me to have love handles?”
Trent’s eyes gleamed, but he merely dipped his head again, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of my stomach.
“Like I said, I like having a little extra to hold, and if you have some here and here,” he said, pinching my sides again, “it’ll make for some good places to hold when I’m taking you from the back,” he said, his breath hot on my sensitive skin. “Imagine it,” the big man breathed mischievously, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “Me, sliding into you from behind, holding on for better leverage. Sounds good, right? I’d be able to get in real deep.”
I giggled again, although a tingle ran through my pussy, the ache already starting once more.
“Oh you,” I said, “you’re so dirty.” But secretly, I was elated because Trent adored me the way I was, and in fact, wouldn’t even mind if I put on additional weight. What could be better than that?
My man’s big hands slid over my tummy again, thoughtfully running over the pooch before he lifted blue eyes to meet mine.
“Speaking of which, honey, have you been taking your pills?”
That caused me to sit up with a startled gasp.
“Oh shit, I forgot,” came my panicked voice. “Here, hand me my bag, they’re in there. I’ll take one now.”
But instead of hot-stepping it to the other end of the suite where my purse lay, instead Trent pressed another loving kiss to my tummy.
“No worries,” he drawled. “I’m sure if you take it tomorrow, it’ll be the same.”
I stared at him.
“No, I have to take it now. In fact, I’m supposed to take every pill at around the same time each day, and I’m already six hours late for today,” I said, my eyes flickering to the unblinking numbers of the digital clock. “Hold on, just one sec. I’ll get it now,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, ready to run over and down the entire pill pack if necessary.
But my man wouldn’t let me. He shifted that big body over to pin me down to the sheets, nuzzling my neck before nipping at my ear this time.
“Like I said sweetheart, it’s okay. Just take two tomorrow.”
I beat futilely with small fists at his shoulders.
“Trent, are you crazy? My birth control’s right here and I can easily get them. Eeef! What are you doing?”
Because my man had dipped his head to suckle at once of my breasts, and tingles ran straight from my nips to my cunt.
“Oh!” I cried again, already beginning to writhe beneath him. “What’s going on?”
But my man only lifted his head for a moment to shoot a mischievous look up at me, blue eyes gleaming.
“Like I said sweetheart, there’s no worries. Besides, you’re probably already pregnant,” he said in an off-hand manner. “The first time we were in the hot tub together, I came. And you weren’t on the pill then, right? My sperm probably slipped into your pussy through the water, and our baby’s growing inside you now.”
My eyes flipped open then as I pushed futilely at those heavy shoulders. Because was he right? Could I get pregnant from his sperm even if technically, he didn’t come in me? Plus, there were so many times where we made love in the pool, me accepting that big cock with my legs spread and pussy willing. Sometimes he pulled out if I told him I’d forgotten to take my pills, but was that enough? Could I get pregnant merely from his sperm floating through the liquid and into my fertile twat?
Reading my mind, Trent grinned like a madman.
“You betcha,” he rumbled. “I’m virile, sweetheart, as are all of my buddies. That’s why they drain the pool everyday and refill it. Because so many guys come again and again, that our pools are probably half semen by the end of the day. Trust me, it’s a hygiene thing, not to mention the fact that we want to know who the father is in case a girl does get pregnant.”
I flushed, my mind whirling with all this new information.
“You mean a lot of guys ejaculate in the pool?” I asked breathily. “It’s a common thing to happen?”
He nipped my shoulder again.
“Absolutely,” Trent growled. “I’ve come in there at least fifty times myself. That’s why we make sure all our girls are protected. Because there’s a lot of sperm floating around, and you know, it just takes a drop. One leaking penis is enough to impregnate fifty women if you’re not careful.”
I almost passed out from the news.
“Oh my god,” was my whispered gasp. “Oh god, oh god.”
But Trent wasn’t fazed at all.
“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he whispered against my mouth. “I’ve been careful. We’ve only been using the pool when no one else is there, plus when you forget to take your pills, I always put you in the hot tub. Fewer people use it, so it’s probably my semen in you. Does that make you feel better?”
I wasn’t even sure what to say. At this point, words escaped me, my vocal cards silent. I just looked at my handsome lover, eyes wide, making him chuckle deep in his chest once again.
“Like I said sweetheart, you’re probably pregnant already, so don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of you and the baby, no worries,” he growled before seizing my mouth in a deep kiss. And I gave into him then because the thought of having a child with Trent thrilled me to the depths of my soul. What would it be like to grow round and heavy, filled with his seed? What would it be like to have a little boy who looked just like his father, with the same sparkling blue eyes and black hair? I gasped happily, looking at my man with pools of caramel.
“Yes Trent,” was my mewl. “Whatever you say. I’ll just take two pills tomorrow.”
But in my heart, I knew I’d forget. Sure, I’d do my best to remember but my record is spotty to say the least. And since my man seemed to be on board, why not go for it? There would be a lot to figure out, but nothing was impossible with the billionaire by my side.
So when Amber asked me about my status, I just blushed while my palms crept forwards, softly cradling where a baby would go.
“No news,” I said. “But you never know, right? Maybe soon.”
Amber smiled knowingly.
“Good for you,” she purred. “We’re fertile women, Kelsey, and wouldn’t it be so cool if our kids could play together? Just another thing we’d have in common.”
I nodded, beaming with light and happiness because the thought of having Trent’s child filled me with a glowing satisfaction. Sure, he’d made no promises. Sure, the Billionaires Club was totally upfront about what could and couldn’t happen between its members and the women who served them. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but think that maybe the rules would be changed for me. Because love triumphs over all else, right? And if Trent Jones loved me … then anything could happen.