Overtime(140)

He felt so damn good. So right, and as she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his eyes were so full of love and lust, her throat tightened with emotion. This was her man, her everything, and it still felt like a dream. Cupping his face, she leaned her forehead against his as his body slammed into hers, knocking the door into the wall, taking every breath she had.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips as her eyes drifted shut, the feeling of him so overwhelming that her body began to tense up again.

Holding on to him for dear life, she came, her body clenching his so hard, he paused, his hands gripping her side.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he groaned and then he pulled her from the door, bending her over and f*cking her hard from behind. Her body hung boneless as he slammed into her, the sound filling the bedroom and probably scaring Gretzky since he was howling from behind the door. But Kacey couldn’t worry about him, her boyfriend was pounding her and it was f*cking amazing. As he bit into her back, he groaned hard, his body jerking into hers, filling her, as she milked him of everything he had. Pressing his chest to her back, his heart slammed against his chest, hers doing the same in her body as they both caught their breath.

Sitting up, he brought her with him, kissing her jaw as she gasped for breath.

“He shoots, he scores, twice in one night,” she teased and he grinned, cupping her face.

“This was my favorite goal,” he said, kissing her nose as he pulled out of her. Leaning over, he kissed her jaw again and then smacked her ass. “I think you wore me out.”

“I wore you out?” she laughed as he kissed her again before stumbling to the bed.

“Yes, I’m dead tired,” he said, falling onto the bed, his white ass in the air for all the world to see.

“Well, get up and go shower. You aren’t sleeping in my bed with sex all over you,” she said, smacking his ass hard. He hollered out as she giggled, running to the bathroom so he couldn’t get her ass. But when he didn’t follow her, she popped her head out to see that he was still lying in bed, his eyes closed. “Jordie! Come shower.”

“I’m coming,” he murmured, but she was pretty sure he wasn’t.

Rolling her eyes, she sat down to use the bathroom, her body still vibrating from their lovemaking. He was honestly the best lover she had ever had, and the thought that she would get to sleep with him for the rest of her life made her giddy.

Oh, the hearts that must be breaking, she thought as she giggled before she reached for toilet paper to wipe. Smiling to herself, she hollered out, “Jordie, seriously.”

“I’m coming,” he moaned again and she smiled.

But just as soon as the grin had come, it was gone as she held the toilet paper up. Something had caught her attention.

That something was bright red blood.





Panic.

That’s all Kacey felt.

Her stomach dropped. Her chest heaved and vomit rushed up her throat as she wiped again to see more bright red blood.

No. No. Fucking no!

“Jordie!” she yelled, tears spilling over her cheeks as her chest seized and she swallowed hard, not allowing the vomit to surface.

This wasn’t real.

This wasn’t happening.

There was no way.

No, this baby was supposed to make it!

“Baby, I promise, I’m coming.”

“No, Jordie, I need you now!” she yelled, and something in her voice must have told him she wasn’t playing because he was in the bathroom within seconds. When he looked at what she was holding, his eyes met hers and she could see the panic in his eyes. It mirrored hers. Silence stretched between them as he looked from the blood to her face then back, unsure of what to do, she figured.

Because she had no clue what to do either.

“I’m bleeding, Jordie,” she cried out, sucking in a breath and then letting it out slowly. “I’m not supposed to be bleeding!” She sounded like a two-year-old having the biggest meltdown known to man, but she wasn’t thinking clearly. This wasn’t fair.

Sobbing, she looked up at him for help. He had to know what to do, because she was about to lose it. She wanted this child, she wanted it so f*cking badly, but she was bleeding it out. Squeezing her thighs together, she let her face fall into her hands, praying that she could keep the baby in.

It had to work.

“Okay,” he said as calmly as he could, but she knew it was taking all the will in him to stay calm. “Come on, let’s call the doctor. I’m sure it’s nothing, just a little hiccup. Come on, baby,” he said, urging her to move, but she wouldn’t budge.

“No, Jordie, I can’t move. I have to keep it in me,” she cried, and she felt his exhale of breath. It felt like defeat.

“Okay,” he whispered before he lifted her into his arms, holding her legs tightly as he carried her out of the bathroom. “I won’t let that happen.”

That did her in, and soon she was crying so hard, she couldn’t breathe.

“It’s going to be fine, let’s call the doctor,” he tried again, but she wasn’t listening. She couldn’t. Not even when she heard him on the phone did she believe him. Especially when he said they needed to get to the ER, that her doctor would meet them there. No, all she could do was hold her thighs together tightly.