Players, Bumps and Cocktail Sausages (Silence #3)(58)

“You kidding, right? Try taking her off my mum! We’re all going to help, Holly. I’m so glad you decided to stick at uni.”

“Me too. My friend Li is coming to visit on Friday. I’d like you to meet her. You don’t have to or anything-”

“I’d love to meet her.”

I sighed in relief. We weren’t together so why would he want to meet my friends? I was glad that he took an interest. He probably just wanted to check her out because she would eventually have contact with our baby.

“We need godparents!” I said.

“Alright, moving on. What made you think about that?”

“I don’t know. There’s just so much to do, and you only get nine tiny months. Hell, by the time you find out it’s only eight months!”

“Calm down,” he said, holding his hands up. “Why don’t you think of two and I’ll think of two.”

“Who’s your two?” I asked.

“Cole and Oakley.”

I could’ve guessed that.

“Brad and Amy.”

“There. Tick that off your list. Stop stressing, Hol. Hey, we agree on things easily. I’ve never had that before. Ha, I should’ve married you and not Abby.”

I laughed, pretending to take it as a joke when something deep inside me wondered what it’d be like to be Mrs Scofield. If he decided to keep his new surname, you never knew with him.





Chapter Twenty-Five


“When is Li getting here?” Jasper asked, eyeing my still flat belly. I was sure he was keeping an eye on it so he could be the first to see the bump.

“In about an hour.”

“And she definitely speaks English?”

“Jasper!”

He looked up and raised his hands. “Hey, don’t go getting all defensive. I’m not being an arse or anything, but you met her in on your exchange thing, and you speak Chinese.”

Okay, he had a fair point.

“Yes, she speaks English. Better than you actually.”

He smiled teasingly.

“Why didn’t you want to go to China when she invited you? I thought you wanted to go back.”

“I do and I would’ve, but if I get a bump while over there…” Jasper couldn’t wait to see the bump first appear.

“You stayed because of me?”

I did a lot of things because of him. Like getting butterflies, blushing fits and heart palpitations.

“I can’t miss anything – not that I’d want to – but you can so I don’t think it’s fair if I go off and risk you missing seeing my belly stick out or my squealing over the first kick.”

“Thank you,” he whispered.

My heart skipped at the low rawness and sincerity in his voice. I was lusting after the man I was having a baby with, a man that pledged his allegiance to the No-Strings Attached Club. I was doomed.

“So, we’ve got time before she arrives,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Jasper!” I whacked his upper arm.

He pouted. “I don’t even get a kiss?”

I tried to stare coldly, but he could probably sense my eagerness. And I was sure he could hear my heart beating.

Lowering his head he said in a very low and seductive tone, “You want to kiss me.”

Yes, but it’s a bad idea. I liked him way too much to not get hurt when he ended our casual physical relationship. I had everything pinned on him falling for me when his heart was healed again, and I didn’t want to like him even more in case he didn’t. If he ended up with someone else – even the thought made me feel sick – we’d still have to get along for our child’s sake.

I bit my lip and his pupils dilated.

He inched closer, and I gripped his arms, both eager and resistant. Smiling briefly, he closed his eyes and then he was kissing me. The tips of my fingers dug into his flesh, making him groan. His hand gripped the back of my hair, and the kiss turned wild.

He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, clawing at his back to get him closer. I wasn’t sure if it was my overactive hormones, but the sexual tension between us had spiked.

Jasper laid us on my bed and kissed his way down my neck. Something inside my head was telling me this was a bad idea, but it had been seriously muffled as every nerve ending in my body burst to life. I gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. My hands greedily gliding over his muscular six-pack.

Biting his way down my neck, he pinned me to the bed with his arms and legs. I gasped as his lips trailed over my skin, his hot breath giving me goose bumps.

“Jasper,” I whispered, arching my body into his.

He was up in a shot, pushing off me. I gasped, eyes widening.

“What?”

I was about to freak out when he reached for the top of my leggings, yanking them down as quickly as he could. I lifted my butt to help, but they were off in a flash. Sitting up, I helped him get my top off and then unbuttoned his jeans with shaky hands. We hadn’t been together in what felt like months, and I missed how I felt with him.

His steely, heavily lidded eyes pierced into mine, showing me how much he wanted me. I unhooked my bra and with my newly found confidence, whipped my thong off too. Jasper made me feel wanted and sexy.

Looking up, I said, “What?”