Southern Admirer (Southern Loving Book 2) (2 page)

“Oh!! Shane!! Yes!!”

Shane’s eyes were closed, as he spread her legs
wider, moving inside her in slow, measured strokes. Jasmine was beginning to
lose her mind. He felt so good. Her heart started to pound in her chest
quickly. She was on the edge of climaxing. Pushing her hips up to meet his
thrusts, his pounded into her harder and harder. Until her moans became screams
of passion and his groans became grunts. Skin slapping against skin. Shane
lifted her legs onto his shoulders. He grounded down in her. He thrust harder
into her, while his mouth devoured hers.

Jasmine moaned and shuddered as she rode the wave
of orgasm.

“Sarah!” Shane said as he climaxed.

Jasmine stilled beneath him. She felt sick to her
stomach; he’d just called her by his dead wife’s name.
This was a mistake
,
she said over and over in her head. When Shane fell asleep, Jasmine got up and
called a friend to pick her up.

***

“What happened, Jasmine?” Sandra asked, when
Jasmine was settled in the passenger seat.

“I had to drive him home,” Jazz said, looking at
the window.

“Is that all?” she asked.

“Yes,” she sighed. “I think I’m going back to
Colorado in the morning.”

“You’ve only been home for a few days,” Sandra
whined.

“I’ve been here for three days too long, plus I
need to get prepared for my new job at Colorado Daily News,” she replied.

Her thoughts were with Shane; she’d left the truck
keys on the kitchen counter and lock the door before she left. All her family
and friends knew she had a crush on Texas Ranger, Shane McBride, but if they
knew she’d slept with him, everyone would think she took advantage of him
during his time of need.

“Whatever you say, Jazz,” Sandra said.

Jazz reach over and turned the music up.
Hopefully, Sandra caught the drift that she didn’t want to discuss Shane or her
going back to Colorado early. Jasmine didn’t want to see Shane again. Texas was
big, but it wasn’t big enough for the both of them.

Chapter One

 Nine Months Later

"Shane, I
think you know it's time to let go," Pala paused. "Your aura is deep
red."

"What does
that mean?" he asked, looking around them like he was looking for a red light.
Farrah laughed; she could tell that Shane wasn't buying what the old woman was
saying. Pala and Shane both looked at Farrah.

"Sorry."
She watched the two people attentively.

"You have
a strong will. You are survival oriented, but—" Pala started to say.

"But
what?" he interrupted.

"Farrah
has a white sparkle surrounding her that represents her pregnancy, and there is
also one surrounding you."

Farrah couldn't
control her laughter as she watched Shane's face drop in horror. "Are you
serious?" he asked.

"I
wouldn't lie, son. You must have a child on the way." Pala tapped his arm
before hiking up the hill.

"Oh
my!" Farrah said as she tried to keep a straight face.

"The old
loon is probably crazy," Shane said after a while.

"Is she,
Shane?" Farrah teased. "When was the last time you had sex?"

Shane dragged
his hand down his face. "I'm not telling you the last time I had
sex," he said in disbelief.

"I guess
we're in the same boat," she shrugged. "I wonder who's having your
baby?" she sang.

Shane replayed Pala’s comment in his head since he
left Farrah in Aruba. Was the old, eccentric lady crazy or was she telling him
the truth? He had to admit she did know about him grieving. It was time for him
to let go of Sarah, but he couldn’t. But was she telling the truth about having
a child on the way? It’d been a year since Sarah’s death and he been with one
person, and that was Jasmine St. Clair.

Picking up the phone, he called Jazz’s number for
the fifth time; there was no answer. Checking the watch on his wrist for third
time since arriving at Denver International Airport, he groaned. He was on a
time crunch. He needed to get to Jazz and find out if she really was having his
baby.

Every time he asked Benjamin about his sister, he
got the same reply. “
She’s okay, working hard
.” Shit, Benjamin even said
that she didn’t want to come home because she was working. Shane had a sneaky
suspicion that Jazz was trying to avoid him. When he woke up that morning, he
didn’t realize his mistake until after it was done. He hasn’t been intimate
with anyone in a long time, he allowed himself to live for just that moment in
Jazz’s arms.

Shane sighed a breath of relief when his cell
phone’s caller ID showed his good friend, Hawk Youngblood, a detective for the
Denver Police Department. Before the flight took off from Aruba, he asked Hawk
to search for Jasmine. Shane knew he couldn’t damn well ask Benjamin for
Jasmine’s address, especially since he was on a much-needed vacation.

“This is McBride,” Shane said as he signed the
rental car agreement.

“I have the address, man,” Hawk replied.

Shane wrote the address that Hawk recited to him.
“Thanks, man. I owe you one.”

“You know it,” Hawk chuckled, before he hanged up.

An hour later, Shane stood in front of Jazz’s
bricked townhouse. He wondered how she could sleep with all the noise coming
from across the street. The community she lived in was still under
construction. There were only four buildings in the whole subdivision. He
pressed the doorbell and waited for her to come to the door. The locks on the
door disengaged.

“Hello.” The door swung open. Jasmine stood there
in her pajamas, shock was written across her beautiful swollen face. Shane’s
eyes traveled down to her very pregnant belly. “What….are you doing here?” she
asked.

“Why are you pregnant?” he barked back at her.

“Because of you,” she snapped. “Go back to Texas,”
she said, trying to shove the door in his face.

“No,” Shane said as he put his feet into the door.
“Ouch! Jazz, just talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she mumbled.

***

Jazz didn’t want to hear anything that Shane had
to say. How the hell did he even know where she lived in the first place? The
only person who had her address was her mother, Jeanette, and she knew damn well
he didn’t get it from her. Damn him and his sexiness.

“I know you’re having my baby,” he shouted.

“Go away please.” She was going to continue to
shove the door until it closed. She hadn’t seen Shane since the night they had
sex
. You mean the best sex in your whole entire life,
Jasmine thought.

“We both know I’m not leaving until we talk,”
Shane grumbled. “I will sit in my car until you come to your senses.”

“Shaneeeeee,” Jasmine gasped when she felt a sharp
pain in her back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she lied. Jasmine tried to remember how
to breathe through the pain. She was having a difficult time deciding if she
was having a Braxton Hicks contraction like she had last week. She tried to
remember what the book said about labor.

“You’re lying. Let me in so I can help you,” Shane
begged.

“Ahhhh,” she screamed out in pain. Her back was in
agony. When a contraction hit, it was like her back seized up.

“Jazz, let me in, or I’m coming through the
window.”

Jazz could be stubborn and stand there in pain or
she could open the door and allow him to help her. Plus, she knew that Shane
wasn’t bluffing, he would come through the window in a heartbeat.

“Fine,” she said, moving off the door. Jazz held
the bottom of her stomach, gripping the side of wall to hold herself up.

Shane didn’t know what to do. He had to stay calm
for Jasmine. Fear and panic were etched across her pretty face. “Do your
breathing exercises,” he said.

“Uh-oh,” Jasmine said, when she felt the warm
liquid running down her legs.

“What?” Shane’s eyes traveled down Jasmine, body,
he saw the clear liquid puddle at her feet. “Your water just broke! How far
along are the contractions?”

“I know that,” she said, rolling her eyes. She was
happy Shane was there with her, but she was also angry that he was here.
Jasmine was already prepared to raise her baby on her own. “I have a bag for
the hospital in the closet, in the hallway upstairs.”

Shane nodded his head and ran up the stairs. He
paused in his tracks when he passed a bedroom that was decorated in pastel pink
and purple, a white wooden crib sat against the wall decorated in cute pink
flower bedding. Above the bed, on the wall was lettering in pink block that
spelled the name Shay. He was having a girl and Jasmine picked the name Shay
for their daughter. It was the name that he and Sarah were going to name their
daughter.

He went to the closet and grabbed an overnight
bag. When Shane walked by the room again, he couldn’t believe that Jasmine
didn’t tell him she was pregnant. Didn’t she think that he would have been
excited to learn about pending fatherhood? Running down the stairs it was
eerily quiet.

“Jazz!” he yelled out.

“I’m in here,” she said.

Shane could hear music and splashing coming from
the bathroom. Walking into the master bathroom, he saw Jasmine. “Jazz, we
should be leaving right now for the hospital.”

“My contractions are still far apart,” she said.
“The baby is not going to slip out just because my water broke.”

“Jazz.” He knelt down in front of the tub. “I’m
going crazy with fear and you’re in here taking a bubble bath.”

“I need to relax before I go to the hospital.” She
rolled her eyes, laying back on the terry cloth. Jasmine enjoyed the smooth
sounds of Boney James.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“How did you find out?” she asked, peeking one eye
at him.

“Long story,” he said. “Do you want me to contact
your mother?”

Jasmine's eyes became huge. “No!”

Those brown eyes reminded him of a time when he and
Benjamin busted Jasmine for underage drinking. “You….hadn’t told your family?”
He shook his head. “When were you planning to tell anyone about the pregnancy?
Were you even going to tell me?”

“I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “I just was
kind of going with the flow.”

“Going with the flow?” he chuckled. Shane felt
like pulling his hair out. “What were you going to say when you came back home
with a baby? Jasmine you’re so freaking selfish and immature. Do you hear
yourself? You didn’t think I’d want to know that I’m going to be a father.”

“Why should’ve I told you?” she groaned as pain
seized her back up. “This is my baby, not Sarah’s!” Jasmine gripped the side of
the tub as she breathed through a contraction.

“You’re getting out of this tub and we’re going to
the hospital.” Shane made a move to let the water out the tub.

“I’m not ready,” she whined. “Some ladies don’t go
into full labor for 48 hours after their water breaks.”

“I’d rather have you at the hospital under the
care of doctors and nurses instead of you taking a bath,” he said.

“Fine…. Get me the towel on the counter,” Jasmine
mumbled.

“Jazz, don’t be bashful now,” Shane smirked as he
grabbed the towel.

“Shut up and help me up,” she said, holding out
her hand.

“If I wasn’t here, who would have helped you?” he
asked, pulling her up. Shane couldn’t take his eyes off Jasmine. Her body was a
wonderland, her juicy perky breasts were bigger than the last time he’d seen
them. Shane lifted his hand to touch her stomach, only to pause in midair.

“I would have taken a shower and not a bath,” she
said, raising an eyebrow at him. Jasmine saw his hesitation, taking his hand,
she guide it to her stomach. “We’re having a daughter, but I think you already
know that.”

Shane nodded his head; he was in complete awe as
his hand glided around her hard, round tummy. “Jasmine, words can’t describe
how I feel about fatherhood.” His dark green eyes became hard. “You attempted
to keep me away from my child.”

At that moment a contraction hit Jasmine hard. If
Shane wasn’t there, she would have surely hit the floor. “I was going to tell
you,” she panted. “I was going to tell you months ago, but I was scared.”

“We’re going to the hospital.” Shane picked her up
and sat her on the bed.

“Dress,” she said, pointing to floral printed
dress on the chair.

Shane dried and dressed Jasmine in seconds. He
picked her up like she weighed next to nothing and carried her to his car,
securing her in the back seat while he ran back into the house to retrieve the
overnight bag.

Jasmine’s heart nearly stopped when she witnessed
him picking up her cell phone. “What are you doing?” She was so fearful that he
was calling her family. “I told you I will tell them later.”

“Be quiet, Jazz,” Shane said, looking at her in
the rearview mirror. He scanned her contacts for until he found OBYGN. “Dr.
Matthews… I’m bringing in Jasmine St. Clair. Her contractions are nine minutes
apart.”