Blindsiding Mr. Quinlan: Fielding-Stone Gallery Book Two Page 3
After I persuade Jenna she has to answer my phone calls, I head back to the office to finish my meetings for the day. Earlier in the day, I asked Callie for suggestions for gifts for Jenna. When I’m packing up to leave, Callie lets it slip that she has known Jenna since high school. One thing Jenna has always wanted but never owned is a cat. As she tells me this, she winks and leaves my office. I guess I’m getting a kitten for my girl. My lawyers can figure out how to get the fucker back to the U.S. when we head home in a few weeks.
Two nights later, I walk into the hotel carrying a little furball. The tiny Persian kitten is curled up in my arms sound asleep. His ginger-colored fur is sticking up in all directions, and I can’t wait for Jenna to see him. “Look what I found on the way home.” She runs and grabs the little kitten from my hands.
“Oh my God, he’s so cute.” She’s holding him up to her face and rubbing his face against hers. “Where did you find him? Is he lost?”
“I’m joking. I bought him for you.” After giving the kitten a scratch behind the ears, I kiss her lips. “What are you going to name the little guy?”
“Really? He’s ours?” My heart speeds up when she calls the kitten ‘ours’, and I nod yes.
“Since you’re Mr. Quinlan, I think the other man in my life should be Mr. Kitty.” I almost come in my pants when she turns to the cat and sweet talks to the animal. “What do you think, little man? Do you like the name, Mr. Kitty?” The feline looks unimpressed with his new name and promptly falls asleep in her arms.
After putting the kitten down to sleep in his new bed, Jenna sits next to me on the sofa and says, “Thank you for my surprise. I love him.”
“You’re very welcome. I love you very much.” I take her lips, and when I lean my forehead against hers, she blows me away when she whispers, “I love you, too. So much it scares me.”
I blink several times to control the tears that have sprung to my eyes. “There is nothing to be scared of. We are going to be so happy together.”
The kitten chooses that moment to screech when he falls out of his bed, and we laugh at his antics. Over the next several days, our life settles into a pattern of Jenna spending the days with Mr. Kitty and me trying to get all the bullshit at the office under control so we can go home soon.
I want to get Jenna moved into my home in Marshall City and settled. Hearing her declare her love for me has helped, but I won’t feel like everything is ultimately resolved until I have her wearing my ring with my baby in her belly. To keep her happy, I encourage Callie to take her to lunch and shopping several times a week. While they are gone, I spend time with my son, trying to ease some of the tension between us. I keep hoping that he’ll come to terms with my relationship with Jenna soon.
When he walks into my office with a scowl on his face and a rigid stance, I sigh, knowing another confrontation is coming. Why the fuck does he feel the need to push my buttons? I take a deep breath and pray for patience.
“Okay let me have it…”
Chapter Five
Jenna
For the past several days, I’ve been waking up feeling like I’m on a moving ship, and my breasts are so sore. Orion barely touches them, and I almost flinch away from him. I’ve never had a reason to keep track of my periods, and I’m really irregular, but I’m sure the last time I had a period was a few months ago. All the signs lead me to believe that I’m pregnant. So, this morning, I got up early and ran down to the nearest ‘chemist’ to get a pregnancy test. I already knew what it would say, but I wanted to be sure. I’m walking on clouds all the way to meet Callie for lunch. It kills me not to tell her, but I want Orion to be the first to know our news.
After we return to OTQ International from lunch, I tell Callie I’m going to surprise Orion before going back to the hotel. My news is burning a hole in my throat, and I can’t wait to share it with Orion. As I’m walking up to Orion’s door, I hear Thane scoff, “She’s twenty-six years old. Don’t you think that’s a little young for you?”
“You have no say in how I live my life. My relationship with Jenna is none of your business,” Orion snaps back, and with my hackles raised, I lift my hand to knock when Thane’s next words stop me.
“So, do you really think she’s going to give up her chance at having kids to be with an old man like you? Come on, she’s a fucking school teacher. How many women have walked away in the past because you refuse to have any more kids? Have you told her that little tidbit yet?” My heart stills as I wait for Orion’s response.
“Fuck, I thought we had moved past all this shit, Thane. I haven’t exactly shared my past women with her. She’s in love with me. She won’t miss anything with all I plan on giving her.” And just like that, my fragile heart shatters. I turn and run. It’s too late; there’s already another child on the way. A child he obviously doesn’t want.
I rush back to the hotel and gather a few things, crying because I’ll have to leave Mr. Kitty. I give him several kisses and promise him I’ll find a way to get him back. I frantically try to think of where I can go to work out how I'm going to deal with Orion and this mess.
An idea comes to me. Since no one knows my cousin Cecily in Wyoming, I book a flight to Denver and rush to the airport, barely making my flight. Before leaving for the airport, I dug out my old cellphone and left his new fancy one in the hotel suite. On the way to the airport, I block Orion’s number, so I’m not tempted to talk to him if he calls. Several hours later, I’m exhausted and sick when I finally get to her secluded home.
“You poor thing, come in and let’s get you settled.” Cecily hugs me and pulls me inside the house. “Can I get you something to eat?”
“No. I just want to sleep for a couple of days.” I can barely keep my eyes open, and all I want is to drop into a bed.
“Then let me show you to my guest room. There is an attached bathroom so you can shower and get some rest.” She grabs my bag for me and leads me down the hall into a beautiful room decorated in light pink. I barely look at the comfortable bedroom before falling across the bed. The next thing I know, Cecily is shaking my shoulder and handing me my phone.
“Someone named Callie has called your phone three times. She said Ryan is flipping his shit.” Her country accent murdering Orion’s name makes me smile for the first time since my life fell apart. “You need to call her back then come get some breakfast.” She smiles and walks out the door.
After using the restroom and splashing water on my face, I decide I can’t put off calling Callie any longer. She answers on the first ring, “Where are you? Orion almost fired me when he couldn’t find you after our lunch. He thought I did something to piss you off.”
“What? Why would he think that?” I sit on the bed and wonder what has happened since I left almost two days ago.
“Because you ran off right after our lunch!” she screams into the phone.
“Oh, God, Callie, I’m so sorry. I never meant to cause you any trouble.” I take a deep breath and tell Callie the whole story of what I heard at Orion’s door.
“Are you sure Orion said he doesn’t want any more children? Maybe you heard him wrong. That man is beside himself right now. He is taking your fucking cat everywhere with him.” Callie tries to comfort me, but the conversation is still fresh in my mind. “No matter what, you need to call him and let him know you’re okay,” she continues, and I realize she has a point. After promising her that I’ll contact him, I sit and try to build up my nerve.
As I’m about to call Orion, the bedroom door flies open, and I spin around to find a furious Orion Quinlan standing in the doorway. Before my befuddled brain can catch up to the situation, he strides in and slams and locks the door. “That’s the last time you’ll ever get the freedom to be out of my sight. I hope you enjoy following me around because, from now on, you’ll be my little shadow, Ms. Neal.”
My mouth opens and repeatedly closes while the words bang around inside my head. He takes my silence as agreement and walks over, crushing me to h
is chest. Orion holds my face between his hands, and a growl rumbles up his throat when his lips hungrily press against mine. I open my mouth to speak, but his tongue fills my mouth and greedily sucks on mine.
He lifts his head, the anger evident in his eyes. “Why the fuck did you run from me?”
As I try to draw back, he tightens his hold on me and pulls me closer. “I came to see you and heard you talking to Thane. You said you don’t want any more children.” Tears start falling from my eyes, and he looks shocked by my confession.
“What? I never told Thane I didn’t want any more children.” He shakes his head, and an angry flush moves over his face. “You put me through two days of hell because you thought I didn’t want children? I’m going to spank your ass until you can’t sit down, and then I’m going to handcuff you to me for the rest of your life.”
“I heard you. You said I would have so much I wouldn’t miss children. I want children. In fact, I’m already pregnant.” I hiccup, and my announcement totally shocks him. He releases me to stumble to the bed, where he sits heavily on the side and rubs his face.
“Holy shit. You went running halfway around the world, pregnant. Fuck. Now, I know I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” As he rubs the back of his neck, he stares at my stomach for a few minutes before shaking his head a little and standing. “Come on, let's tell your cousin goodbye and get the fuck out of here. We have a lot of planning to do.”
“Wait. We haven’t figured anything out,” I mumble as he takes my hand and pulls me from the room.
“There’s nothing to figure out. We’ll get married on our way back to London. I’m not letting you out of my sight again. You’re too flighty,” he continues, and Cecily watches with her mouth hanging open as Orion pulls me out the front door and down the porch steps to his rental car.
“But you don’t want more children. That’s why I left.” I feel like a broken record, but we need to talk about our problems.
He turns to me and says, “I never said I didn’t want more children. I said I would give you everything, and that includes children. The past several weeks, I have tried my hardest to knock you up. Besides meeting you, this baby is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love my son, but it was difficult raising a young child and growing a business. I feel like I missed his whole childhood. Now, I get a second chance at fatherhood, and I can’t wait to experience it all with you. Why is it so difficult to believe how much I love you? You are everything to me.”
My tears flow freely from his words, and I reach across the console to grab his face for a kiss. “Thank God, you didn’t give up on me. Sorry, I’m such an emotional wreck. I thought you didn’t want our baby, and it killed me.”
“Now, can I kidnap you again? We’ll stop in Vegas and tie you to me forever. I want you and the little one to have my name as soon as possible.” I laugh through the tears and nod yes.
“Can I get out and tell Cecily bye first? I didn’t even really tell her hello, and now I’m leaving without getting to see her at all.” I look out the window and see Cecily watching us from her front porch.
“Why don’t you ask her to fly to Las Vegas with us? She can be your Maid of Honor. I’ll call Thane and tell him to get his ass to Las Vegas to be my Best Man, and we’ll get married. That little asshole owes me after causing all this shit.” After Orion nods at the porch, I rush from the car and beg Cecily to be my Maid of Honor as he suggested, and she readily agrees.
Chapter Six
Mr. Quinlan
Finding an empty hotel suite and a lonely kitten almost caused me to have a heart attack. Jenna didn’t leave any note; she left the kitten and the new cellphone I had given her. I couldn’t find any explanation for why she would run. Callie swore up and down that everything was normal throughout their lunch, but I still threatened her if anything happened to Jenna. After Callie gave me her old number, I tried to call Jenna repeatedly before I finally realized she’d blocked my fucking number. I racked my brain and couldn’t figure out what I could’ve done wrong, so my only hope was that she’d come back for the fucking cat.
One good thing to come out of her disappearance was Thane finally accepting that I’m genuinely in love with Jenna. He watched me fall apart when I discovered her missing, and once he pulled his head out of his ass, he was a great help in rearranging my work schedule and organizing my travel after we found where she’d gone. Grayson Reynard was able to trace Jenna to her cousin, Cecily Monroe’s house in Wyoming, and I left immediately. There was nothing in this world that would keep me away from my girl.
Upon learning the reason for her hasty disappearance, I’m both ecstatic about the baby and furious that she fled halfway across the world while pregnant with our child. The urge to strangle Thane for causing this misunderstanding surges through me. My son and I are going to have a heart to heart before my wedding. I didn’t feel it was necessary to explain my relationship dynamic to Thane at the time, and my mistake led to Jenna hearing my vague statement and misinterpreting my meaning. I plan on informing him that there will never be a repeat of this situation. He will treat Jenna with respect, or I’ll kick his ass.
Once we arrive in Las Vegas, I arrange for Jenna and Cecily to have a day of pampering before our wedding. Thane and Callie reach Las Vegas shortly after us, and I take my son aside to spell out very clearly how things are going to be from now on. Thane blinks rapidly and looks shocked when I inform him Jenna is having my child, but otherwise, he doesn’t negatively react. Thane explains that my fear and worry when Jenna fled finally convinced him our relationship is truly a love match. He congratulates me on the baby, and we move on to wedding preparations.
The wedding is short and sweet, and the sight of my beautiful bride nearly brings me to my knees. When the minister pronounces us man and wife, I kiss Jenna with all my pent-up emotions then sweep her into my arms and dash out to the waiting limousine. We are going to spend a few days on St. Quinton, and I plan on using those days to remind my little bride how much she means to me.
Jenna sleeps the whole plane ride, and I worry that the stress of the last several days has drained her. While we were in Las Vegas, I had a doctor examine her, and he determined everything was fine with the pregnancy. I’m sure I’ll still worry for the next eight months. When we arrive, I carry her to our room and carefully strip her then lay her on the bed. After stripping, I climb into the bed next to Jenna and drift off to sleep with her curled up next to me.
Sometime later, I awaken, groaning when she gently squeezes my balls as she sucks my dick to the back of her throat. I grab the back of her head, and the urge to come is intense, but I fight it and gently pull her warm mouth back and roll her over. “Good morning,” I whisper as I take one of her tight little nipples between my lips and suck.
She arches her back and screams my name, which encourages me to continue sucking and nipping at both stiff little peaks. When she comes from this alone, I realized I’ve found my new favorite pastime during this pregnancy. After her little body stops spasming, I kiss my way along her soft skin, stopping to whisper to my child. When I get to her wet, juicy pussy, I lightly bite her little clit while thrusting two fingers into her slick center. Jenna grabs my head and pulls me closer, and I ravenously attack her clit, making it my afternoon snack. Moisture rushes from her tight passage as it contracts around my fingers, and she scares the fuck out of me when she blacks out briefly.
“God, little one, are you okay?” I can barely get the words past my throat with my heart still blocking it.
“Please fuck me, Mr. Quinlan,” she groans out.
“Anything for you, Mrs. Quinlan.” I slowly slide into her wet pussy. Almost immediately, she starts coming, and I pound my fist on the bed above her shoulder and grit my teeth to keep from blowing my load too soon. As I pound into her grasping pussy, her spasms continue, and I can’t hold off my orgasm for long. When I come, it seems as if I spew a gallon of cum. If she weren’t already pregnant, she would be now.<
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“If this is how pregnant sex is going to always be, we are going to have fifteen kids,” I joke when I can finally catch my breath.
“No way. Not unless you find a way to carry them.” She glares at me over her shoulder.
Epilogue
Mrs. Quinlan
Watching Orion with our four-year-old, Ava, melts my heart. Mr. Big Strong Billionaire lets his daughter dress him up in a purple tutu and put makeup on his face. As I stand inside the attached bathroom and peek through the door crack, I try to contain my laughter at the appalled look on his face when she gets the glitter lipstick and clip-on dangly earrings out of her walk-in dress-up closet. Little Orion, Jr. is down for a nap, so I get to quietly observe the afternoon tea party from my hiding place.
Thane promised to attend, and he’ll get to wear his one-of-a-kind, sequined, pink tutu that Orion had made especially for him. Thane was foolish enough to tease Orion about dressing up for Ava, so Orion made sure to have a special tutu and slippers made for Thane. I discreetly pull out my phone and get the camera ready. One day, these pictures may come in handy for Ava during her teenage years.
Mr. Quinlan
Ava is flittering around the room preparing for our tea party. Her big green eyes and the blonde ringlets bouncing down her back remind me of my wish from all those years ago. She has Jenna’s loving disposition with my solid, stubborn, take-charge temperament thrown in to create a truly unique child. As soon as Thane arrives, she will slather his face with hideous pastel goo and force my macho son to prance like a ballerina in his baby pink, glittery tutu and slippers. Love for his little sister more than fear of me forces him to take his punishment for teasing me. Speaking of punishment, my darling wife is going to have a red little ass for the pictures she’s taking of this shit show. Later on tonight, I plan on blindsiding Mrs. Quinlan and teaching her a lesson in hiding your misdeeds sufficiently…