Double The Love (BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel)

Double The Love

By Cleo Jones

Copyright © Cleo
Jones 2015

Amazing Grace Publications

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This book is a work of fiction. Any
similarities to real people, places, or events are strictly coincidental. All
rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format
without the permission of the author.

The author acknowledges the
trademarked status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that
trademarks have been used without permission.

This BWWM pregnancy romance contains
mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you
are under the age of 18 or if this type of content offends you.

NOTE:
 
All characters in this book are 18+ of age, non-blood
related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my husband,
who came into my life right when I needed him the most.

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Epilogue

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BONUS STORY

Prologue

 
Jasmine bit down on her bottom lip and gave Liam a coy smile
as he pulled her through the crowd of gyrating bodies that surrounded them. She
was wearing a tight pair of shorts and a tank top from her rehearsal earlier,
and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. As teen movie-typical as it was for
him to be lusting after the girl next door, he was far too drunk to listen to
the tiny voice in the back of his head that was telling him to stop before it
was too late.

Instead, he did what he always
did.

He gave in.

Jasmine let out a soft gasp as
Liam closed the door to his bedroom and pulled her into a desperate kiss. Maybe
it was the alcohol, or the years of unresolved sexual tension between them, but
it wasn’t long before she found herself kissing him back. His lips moved slowly
and with purpose, and she watched through heavy lidded eyes as he removed her
tank top and tossed it to the ground, allowing the party unfolding on the other
side of the wall to blur into the background.

“Don’t stop,” Jasmine gasped.

Liam unclasped her bra and
groaned when her full breasts dropped into his palms. “Jazz, you’re crazy if
you think I’m capable of stopping now,” he whispered, pushing her onto his bed
and pressing a trail of wet kisses down her dark flesh.

Jasmine failed to contain a
laugh. “We can’t stand each other,” she mumbled. “I think the fact that this is
happening is crazy enough as it is.”

Liam didn’t refute her
statement. He continued kissing her neck instead, unlatching himself from her
just long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head.

Jasmine didn’t realize they
were both completely naked until his strong body was on top of hers. His touch
ignited each one of her senses, and all she could focus on was the warmth of
his bare flesh against hers. For one brief moment, she let go of her womanist
principles and allowed herself to be owned by him. She was his, and the faint marks
he was leaving behind on her flesh were as clear a representation of that as
any.

Jasmine didn’t think about her
virginity, or the fact that she’d never be able to get this moment back. She
wanted it, and as crazy as it seemed given their lifelong hatred for each
other, she wanted it with Liam. His dick throbbed with need, and he took a
moment to search her face for any signs of hesitation before thrusting sharply
forward.

Liam groaned as Jasmine’s tight
walls clenched around his length, but he kept a steady pace to keep himself
from finishing too soon. He could tell he wasn’t going to be able to last very
much longer in his current state, but he was feeling generous, something he
rarely ever was, and he wanted her to finish first.

Jasmine moaned and arched into
him, clawing into his back as her pleasure overcame her. It seemed as though
each one of his thrusts were deeper than the last, and eventually the slight
pain she was feeling disintegrated under the mind numbing pressure of her
release. “Faster,” she urged him, gripping at his shoulder blades in an attempt
at speeding up his.

Liam didn’t need the coaxing,
however. His face twisted up with pleasure as he came, and he finished with a
few slow thrusts and a low grunt before collapsing on top of her.

They laid in silence for a few
minutes, both of them basking in the aftershock of what they had just done as a
thousand jumbled thoughts rushed through their heads.

Jasmine was first to break
through the quiet. “Wow,” she whispered, struggling to catch her breath.

Liam sat up and went to roll
off the condom, and that’s when he noticed the small tear in it. “Yeah,” he
whispered, staring down at it in disbelief. “My sentiments exactly…”

Chapter one

“How are you feeling?”

Jasmine pulled her gaze from
her reflection and met eyes with her publicist. As usual, his expression was
laced with concern. It seemed like all he did these days was worry about her,
or more precisely, whether or not she’d be able to continue writing his
paychecks in four months time.

“I'm fine, Eli,” Jasmine spoke
up, breathing out an elongated sigh as she turned back towards her reflection.
She was getting
so
sick of him asking
her that.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and
reached down to adjust her dress on her waist. She was glad that her stylist
followed her instructions and got her something loose to wear for this
performance. It was becoming increasingly more difficult for her to keep this
secret with every passing day. The last thing she needed was the press talking
more than they already were.

Jasmine tensed when she felt a
pair of calloused hands begin to knead her back. Eli bent down behind her and
rested his chin on her shoulder, keeping his eyes steadied on hers in the
mirror as he spoke. “I'm worried about you. You've bailed on rehearsal every
day this week.”

“I'm fine,” Jasmine repeated in
a firmer tone. She faked a smile and picked up a make-up brush to finish
retouching her foundation. “This carrying a child thing is just a little new to
me, that’s all, but I promise you have nothing to worry about. I had the sound
assistant grab me some tea and I took a nap in my trailer. I'll be ready for
tonight's show. You have my word.”

Eli pulled up a chair from the
other side of the dressing room and sat down beside her. “Well you only have a
few more months to go right?”

Jasmine nodded but her
expression remained somber. A few more months seemed like a lifetime.

“See?” Eli continued. “The
finish line is near. You’ll be able to get back to normal in no time.”

“Eli, my life is never going to
be normal again,” Jasmine reminded him for what felt like the millionth time.
“I’m having a baby. Being a mother is a lifelong gig.”

“I know, I know,” Eli said in a
cautious tone.
 
“It's just...have
you thought about how hard it’s going to be? About what it might do to your
career? Jazz, you’re just starting to find your footing in this industry. I
just think you need to explore all of your—”

“I'll cope,” Jasmine spoke up,
cutting him off. She was so not in the mood for this spiel again.

Eli sighed and looked
thoughtful for a moment. “Jazz,” he said in a cautious tone. “I hate to do this
to you, but…”

The anxiety in Eli’s voice made
Jasmine turn to meet his gaze. “What?” she pressed, feeling a sick feeling
surface in the pit of her stomach. The only difference was that this time it
wasn’t the baby. “Oh god, you’re not about to
fire
me, are you?”

“Of course not,” Eli fired
back. “It’s just…
he’s
back. A bouncer
just spotted him entering the club, but he has a ticket this time. We can’t
just kick him out.”

Jasmine didn’t need to ask who
he
was. “Shit,” she muttered, reaching
up to rub away the tension building in her temples. This was the very last
thing she needed right now.

Eli gave Jasmine a sympathetic
look. “I know,” he said, noting her distress. At this point he was well aware
of the effect Liam’s presence had on her.

Jasmine sat up straighter and
struggled to pull herself together. “Well did he at least come alone this
time?” she questioned.

Eli nodded and Jasmine let out
a breath of relief. At that moment, one of the show runners knocked on her
dressing room door and entered before she could say anything. His name was
Stephen, and he was the sort of man who looked like he’d eaten one too many
Twinkies in his lifetime.

“You're on,” Stephen said to
Jasmine without looking up from his clipboard. “And try to actually seem like
you’re enjoying yourself tonight, alright sweetheart? We aren’t paying you for
a lullaby. We’re paying you for a performance.”

Stephen turned to Eli and
pointed a stubby finger at him. “And last I checked, we aren’t paying you to
sit in here and gab with her. You’re needed backstage.”

Eli and Jasmine both nodded,
but as soon as Stephen’s back was turned, they snickered and rolled their eyes.

“Well, alright then,” Jasmine
said as she dabbed a final layer of gloss onto her lips. “Duty calls.”

Eli waited for Martin to
disappear before grabbing hold of Jasmine by the arm. “I’ll make sure he
doesn’t cause any trouble,” he assured her, picking up right where their
conversation had left off.

“Trust me, you don't need to
worry about Liam,” Jasmine insisted. “I’ve been dealing with him since I was
five years old. He’s like a housefly…annoying but harmless.”

Eli fixed his dark eyes onto
hers. “Yeah, but things are a little different now don’t you think?” he
countered, flicking his gaze down to her stomach, where a small bump was threatening
to expose itself through the silk fabric of her dress.

Jasmine swallowed hard. “I
know,” she whispered, adjusting the material to disguise her stomach. “But this
isn’t his problem.” A sad sigh escaped her mouth before she could reel it back
in. “It’s mine.”

Chapter
two

Stepping on stage to perform in
front of hundreds never got any less nerve-wracking. Each time Jasmine did it,
she felt the exact same way she had during each one of her high school talent
show performances. Of course, the glaring differences were that her singing had
improved by leaps and bounds since then, and her band was a hell of a lot
better too. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know any of them by name.

As talented as they were, they
were still meager session musicians scrapping to make ends meet. Jasmine was a
signed performer. There wasn’t much they had in common, but she envied them all
the same. She could do without having to stress her vocal cords during her
second trimester, but a contract was a contract. There wasn’t any backing out.
Not without a world of legal trouble anyway.

Jasmine would never admit it
aloud, but she was counting down the days until her duties to her record label
would be up. Performing every other night was becoming a little too much for
her to handle in her condition. In an ideal world, she would have retired a
long time ago to concentrate on her studies like most people her age, but she
couldn’t. She needed to make her money while the sun was still shining, because
what would come of her career after she gave birth was entirely up in the air,
and the only person she could really depend on was herself.

It wasn't that Jasmine’s family
didn’t care about her. She knew they did, a hell of a lot actually, but there
had been a strain in their relationship ever since she became famous. She
wasn’t about to go crawling back to them now. Especially since this was her
mistake.

Mistake.

Every time Jasmine thought the
word, she silently apologized to the tiny life growing inside of her. The act
itself had been a mistake, but the result? Well, it went without saying that
she was already in love with the little person she was incubating.