Blackmailing the Virgin (Alexa Riley Promises #2)(15)

Then he’d find out about the baby and be filled with joy. Silly girl dreams. Ones I shouldn’t be having. I have to grow up. Take this seriously. I’m about to be a mother myself. “I won’t marry you just because you got me pregnant. I hate you!” I scream the last part around the lump that has formed in my throat.

He leans in, his mouth only a few inches from mine. “Oh, you’ll marry me, or else.”





Chapter Eight





Calder




I feel the wicked smile pull at my lips at my demand. She’ll marry me no matter what she says. Then all of her words hit me, and I stop.

“Wait, what did you say?”

Felicity crosses her arms in front of her chest, a defiant look on her gorgeous face. A face I’ve dreamed about every night for the past few months.

“I’m not marrying you because I’m pregnant. That’s the worst reason in the world. And it’s not fair to our child.”

I’m frozen solid and speechless. She’s pregnant? With my baby? I got her pregnant the first and only time we had sex? Is that even possible?

I’m just staring at her, and she huffs out in annoyance.

“Are you going to say something, or are you just going to stand there like a giant rock?”

My eyes go down to her belly, and I see a small bump showing through her dress. A small baby bump. Feeling overwhelmed, I fall to my knees in front of her and grab her hips. She lets out a little squeak, but I pull her to me, bringing her belly closer to my mouth. I place my lips on the rounded bump. I close my eyes and mumble my thanks to whatever is in the sky above us for giving me this gift.

“Calder?” Felicity’s voice is confused, but I hear a hint of something else there, too. Something that sounds like longing. “Calder, what are you doing?”

I give her belly one last kiss and then look up to her eyes, still holding her close.

“You’re going to marry me. Today.”

Felicity pulls back at my words, but my hands don’t let her go too far.

“You have a girlfriend!” she shouts at me, and I can’t help but let out a laugh. She’s obviously had this on her mind if this is her defense.

“That’s over now,” is my answer. She must think Sidney and I were together. I haven’t so much as looked at anyone in that way since long before I ever met her. But I certainly wouldn’t even think of another woman after laying eyes on her.

Felicity shuffles her feet a little, indecision running through her. I won’t have her trying to get out of this, and I’ll make her do it. I don’t care what kind of leverage I have to use.

“You’ll marry me, Felicity. You’ll marry me, or I’ll stop all business with your father. Immediately.”

It’s the ace of spades in my back pocket and she knows it. The gasp that she lets out, followed by the angry look on her face, lets me know she gets my drift.

“You wouldn’t,” she seethes.

“Oh, I would. There isn’t anything I wouldn't do to have you.” I squeeze her hips, pulling her back to me so all the space she’s tried to gain is gone. “I’ll make sure there’s not a company or person in New York that will hire him. I’ll even spread the word globally. You will marry me, or it’s the end of his career. The choice is yours, sweetheart.”

The use of the endearment makes her even angrier, but I don’t care. I’m not playing fair when it comes to her. Reaching down, I slide my hands up her bare thighs and feel her muscles start to tremble.

“Calder.” Her voice is soft now, but she still has her arms crossed, unwilling to let herself open up to me.

“Felicity,” I say in the exact same tone, trailing my hand a little farther up, reaching the hem of her dress.

“You can’t just show up and blackmail me into marrying you. That’s not how things work.”

Her arms uncross and fall to her sides, her hands starting to reach for me but then pulling back.

“I’ve thought about you nonstop.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she huffs.

“You’ve thought about me, too.” My hands run under her dress until my fingers find the edge of her panties. I hear an intake of breath, and her hands finally go to my head, gripping my hair.

“Th-th-that doesn’t matter.”

Pushing her dress up, I expose her panty-covered * to me, and my mouth waters. I didn’t get to taste her that first night, and it’s all I’ve been dreaming of.

“It’s all that matters, sweetheart. You and I have something that can’t be so easily broken.”

Leaning forward, I press my nose and mouth between her thighs and inhale her scent. She smells like sunshine and lilies, and it’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Calder. I can’t. I’m not strong enough to make it through this again.”

Her admission is soft, but I hear every word. Her grip tightens on my hair, but she doesn't even try to pull me away.

“You’re going to be mine, Felicity. You’ll never be without me again.”

With my words, I fist her panties in both hands and rip them off her. Her * is clean shaven and damp with her arousal. My mouth waters, and then my anger flares.