The Senator's Secret Omega: An Mpreg Romance Page 2

  “Okay, not the point I was making. Just do it Jack. Now would be preferable.”

  “Alright,” I said begrudgingly. I got up and made my way back to the house I had so awkwardly visited that morning.

  “Are you back to see if I’ve thought about my choice for senate?” Gavin quipped sarcastically when he answered the door.

  “You’re funny,” I said.

  At this point, it was evening and the sun was going down. The children were gone from Gavin’s house and he was alone. It was just the two of us.

  “Come in,” he said reluctantly. “I’m heating up some pizza for dinner. Want some?”

  “Sure,” I said. The least I could give him after today was a little bit of my time. “Deep dish?”

  “I’m from Chicago. Would I eat anything else?” he said.

  “I knew I liked you,” I replied.

  Gavin gave me a reprimanding look, as if I’d said something I shouldn’t have. I realized that considering the circumstances, I probably shouldn’t be telling him how much I liked him. But I did like him.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized.

  He put the leftover pizza in the oven to heat up while he finished cleaning up the leftover mess around the house from the day’s activities. It was clear he was a hard worker, and he’d built a modest life for himself. The more I learned, the more I saw, the more impressed I was by him. A few minutes went by and I hadn’t even broken the NDA out of the envelope. We sat down at his small, two-person kitchen table and he served me a slice of deep dish.

  “So, you’re a senator,” he started. “That’s why you couldn’t be honest with me about who you were last night- and why you couldn’t see me again.”

  “Yes,” I said. “I’m sorry. I never thought I’d run into you again so soon. I’m not usually the one knocking on doors to campaign for myself- it was just part of kicking things off today.”

  “Your secret is safe with me,” he said. “I don’t follow politics much, anyway. I haven’t even voted before.”

  “Well I guess that’s a good thing in a way. At least I know you’re not voting for my opponent,” I joked. Gavin smiled, but didn’t seem amused.

  “I’m guessing by that big envelope you came with that you didn’t just come here to talk. Or eat pizza,” he said.

  With my head held low like a puppy in trouble, I opened the envelope and pulled out the non-disclosure agreement Liz gave me to have him sign.

  “You’d be right. I need you to sign this,” I said. I gave it to him and he spent a minute or two looking it over, reading it carefully.

  “Seriously?” he asked. Now he was upset. “I told you I can keep your fucking secret.”

  “Look, I know that I seem like a giant asshole right now. I promise that’s not who I am, but I understand why you’d think that. I…I need you to sign this. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just how these things are done. If I go back without your signature, Liz is going to kill me.”

  “Who’s Liz?”

  “My campaign manager.”

  “Ahh,” he said. He spent another minute looking it over, and finally picked up the pen I’d set on the table and signed his name. “I don’t think you’re an asshole. I understand why you did what you did. It’s okay,” he said. I sighed. It wasn’t okay, but he was going to let it go anyway, because that’s the kind of guy he was.

  “Thank you.”

  Seeing Gavin during daylight, in his natural element, made me like him even more. Sitting there just hanging out with him, eating pizza, it felt like I was dating again. I didn’t realize until that moment how much I missed it. How much I missed the simple things in life and the connection to another human being. Washington had taken that away from me. Against my better judgment, I decided to make an offer.

  “You promise I can trust you?” I asked.

  “I just signed your silly form, didn’t I?”

  “Touché,” I said. “I want you to know, I really do like you. I wish circumstances weren’t what they are.” I reached for my wallet, pulled out a business card, and grabbed the pen on the table. “Here’s my cell phone number. That’s a direct line to me. If you need anything, give me a call,” I said.

  “Oh. Okay,” Gavin replied. He seemed genuinely surprised, but his face and body language immediately warmed up. “Thank you.”

  “It’s the least I can do. Just-…”

  “I know,” Gavin said, cutting me off. “Don’t tell anyone. I got it.”

  4

  Gavin

  Now that I knew who my mystery man was, I found myself actually watching the news- something I never before in my life paid attention to. Because he was running for re-election, Jack made his presence known. He was all over television- morning news, evening news, you name it. I saw him in the box on my wall at least once a week, if not more.

  “Why are you suddenly so interested in this stuff?” Christina asked me one morning.

  “I don’t know. It’s important,” I said.

  “If you say so,” she replied, brushing it off like I was crazy.

  I learned more and more about Jack just by watching him. He was a different person on television. On tv, he knew his shit. He would say a piece about why climate change legislation was needed or the positive impact gun reform would have on Chicago’s communities. And he would look fine as hell doing it, smiling with his dark hair, brown eyes, suit and tie. He was commanding, and the more I saw, the more I couldn’t believe that man was actually inside me at one point. I wanted it again.

  I began to look up Jack’s tv appearances ahead of time so that I could plan to watch them. Am I obsessed? I wondered to myself. One night I was sitting alone on my couch, in the dark, eating popcorn when Jack came on a program for an interview. He was talking about fighting for working people and higher wages, something he’d done back in the day when he was on the city council in Chicago. Who knew, I thought to myself. He was apparently somewhat of a local celebrity. The interviewer asked him a question and he began to respond.

  “You know, of course I’m going to fight for higher wages. Our federal minimum wage hasn’t been increased in years. That’s something we addressed in Illinois a long time ago. But something else we should be doing is making it easier for small-business owners. I’m talking about making it easier for hard-working people who are maybe self-employed or have one or two employees, to get off the ground and make their dreams come true. Implementing tax credits for them. Giving them more so that a bigger chunk of Americans can live the American dream rather than having all that money go to large corporations and the people at the top.”

  I was mesmerized. It was like Jack was talking to me directly through the television screen. My stomach was warming and twisting. Jesus, Gavin, you’re falling in love with this man through the television. I shook myself back to reality. But damn, he was sexy and had me going in that appearance.

  I thought back to his cell phone number, which was still on the kitchen counter. I hadn’t dared contacting him, figuring I’d never hear from him again and wouldn’t be high on his priority list, anyway. But had he really said all that without thinking of me? Was I going crazy, thinking he might be trying to let me know he was thinking about me?

  I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the business card off the counter. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I dialed the handwritten number on the back and my heart pounded as the line rang and I waited for an answer. To my surprise, Jack picked up the call.

  “This is Jack Ramsey,” he said on the other end.

  “Jack- it’s, uh, it’s Gavin,” I stuttered out.

  “Who?” he said. Fuck. He definitely wasn’t thinking of me, and now I was making a fool of myself.

  “Uh, Gavin, you know- we had pizza at my house in Chicago,” I said. I was prepared to hang up and forget I ever decided to do this, and ban myself from watching another one of his news appearances.

  “Oh! Gavin! I’m sorry, the line was breaking up. How’s it going?”
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  “Good,” I said. “I’m glad you remember me.”

  “Of course I remember you. I told you to call if you needed anything- I don’t take that lightly. Is there, uh, something I can help you with?”

  “Umm…not exactly. I kinda just wanted to call you and tell you I just watched your interview on tv. You looked awesome and I really liked what you said.” Great. I sounded like a stalker or a fangirl, or both. I’m sure whatever he thought of me before, he thought I was an idiot now.

  “Well, thank you!” he said. “I had people like you in mind when I was saying what I said.” People like me, but not me specifically. Ugh.

  “Thanks. I’m, uh, sorry if I’m bothering you,” I said.

  “Not at all. I’m just driving back to my house from the news studio in Washington. It’s actually kind of nice to talk to a normal person. I’m surrounded by all these intense D.C. types all day, every day.”

  “Well, you make yourself look good fitting into all that.”

  “Thank you, Gavin,” he said sincerely.

  “Is there, uh, maybe any way you would want to stop by the next time you’re in town?” I asked. It was the classiest way I could figure to ask if he wanted to put his dick in my ass again. To my shock, the answer wasn’t an outright no.

  “I’d like to. Let me see what I can do. I’ll text you tomorrow,” he said.

  “Awesome.” We hung up. I was in heat and hearing his voice on the other end of the line made me desperately want him even more. I thought back to that first night with him- as “John.” Fuck me.

  Two weeks later, Jack was at my door. He arrived late on a Friday evening, wearing a suit, apparently having just gotten off a flight back to Chicago from Washington, D.C.

  “I’m so happy you came,” I told him. “I have pizza. Fresh this time.”

  “Fuck yes. It’s so much better than the crap I eat when I’m at work,” he said.

  “You say that like it’s normal,” I joked.

  “You mean being one of the most powerful hundred people in the country isn’t normal?” he smiled. Before I could walk away, Jack leaned in to kiss me. My lungs emptied their breath. I was stunned and speechless. “What? Isn’t that why you wanted me to come by?” he asked. I gathered myself.

  “Yes. Yes it is,” I said.

  “Then I think the pizza can wait. It’ll be there when we’re done.”

  Jack kissed me again, lingering this time. Our touching lips began to trade tongues, and we made out passionately. I squeezed the ruffles of his suit in my hands, thinking of every time I’d watched him on television, desiring this exact moment. And it was here. I was hooking up with Senator Jack Ramsey for a second time.

  He carried me down the hall to my bedroom and tossed me down. I reached below me to unzip his pants and let his cock free. Within seconds my lips enveloped it, and he shoved it all the way down my throat. I sucked his cock for a time until he pulled me back up to meet him face to face, lying down on the bed. Our bodies pressed into each other. He tore my clothes off and I helped him get out of his suit, one button at at a time.

  “I’ve been imagining this,” I told him.

  “Me too,” he said.

  “Really?”

  “Absolutely. You were the best sex I’ve had in a long time,” he admitted.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I responded.

  “Do you have a condom? Probably for the best.”

  “Yes. In that drawer right next to the bed.”

  “Great.”

  We continued kissing. I straddled his shoulders with my legs and he pushed himself inside me. It felt just as good as the first time, if not better. He fucked me hard, kissing me and pressing against me until we both orgasmed completely. The rush of having Jack Ramsey in my bed was indescribable.

  “Pizza time,” he joked when were were done.

  “Pizza time, I agreed.”

  Jack put on a pair of athletic shorts, no shirt, and I followed his lead and did the same. We went back out to the kitchen and I fixed us both a plate.

  “I could stare at you like that all night,” I told him. He laughed, but tried to be humble.

  “It’s really nice being here, in this house, with you,” he said. “It’s nice just to be normal for a while. The guy you see on tv, behind the cameras, is exhausted,” he admitted.

  “Well, my place is open to you anytime.”

  “Anytime?” his ears perked up.

  “Anytime.”

  5

  Jack

  I spent the night with Gavin that night. And many more nights. As the campaign got heated up and the grueling meat of it began, I found myself escaping to Gavin’s house more and more.

  At first, I excused it to myself as a way to blow off stress. I’d spend all week in Washington, do an event somewhere in Illinois on Friday night, fly to Chicago and spend the night with Gavin, spend all day Saturday campaigning, fly back to Chicago and spend the night with Gavin, repeat on Sunday, and fly back to Washington on Monday mornings. The more I went over there, the more I enjoyed spending time with him. I’d be lying if I said his dick sucking skills weren’t enjoyable, though.

  It was now September, and the election was a few months away. My routine hadn’t changed much, but things were about to pick up even more. It was late on Friday night and I’d just wrapped up a fundraiser. I insisted on getting back to Chicago.

  “Why do you need to go back? We’re doing an event an hour drive from here at seven o’clock in the morning,” Liz insisted.

  “I just want to. That should be a good enough answer for you,” I told her.

  “It doesn’t make any sense. You were never like this before. And it costs money to fly you back there.”

  “Just make it happen,” I quipped back. I was not at my best in this testy exchange- the relentlessness of the schedule was definitely getting to me. I was pretty sure it was getting to her, too.

  “Okay,” she relented, looking defeated. I knew the look, though, and the accompanying feeling- she didn’t have the energy to argue. She just wanted to sleep. “Just don’t be late in the morning.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said before departing to the airport.

  Per usual, Gavin had food waiting for me when I arrived a little over an hour later. Tonight it was just a sandwich- it wasn’t pizza every night. I was grateful either way. This place- and being with him- was starting to feel something like home amidst all the chaos. It was low-key. In a way, I was almost jealous of him. I would never again live a life so normal, so removed from the public eye and scrutiny. Mostly, though, I just enjoyed being with him.

  “You wanna get to it?” he asked after I finished eating, excitedly nodding toward the bedroom. I chuckled.

  “What if we just cuddled tonight?” I said. His expression immediately changed from one of excitement to something downtrodden.

  “Sure,” he said, trying to be agreeable.

  “It has nothing to do with you. I’m just exhausted. Maybe tomorrow night,” I said.

  I held Gavin in my arms as both of us drifted off to sleep. I wouldn’t have rather been anywhere else. I realized that our entire relationship had consisted of late-night booty calls. I wanted more. The next morning I called Liz before heading back her way and had her cancel my events for the evening.

  “What for? You’re going to lose donations,” she said.

  “Tell them I’m sick. I came down with something and need to rest. As a matter of fact, do it for the rest of the weekend.” She protested, but at the end of the day it was my call. I trusted her to take care of business. Just as I finished talking to her, Gavin came groggy-eyed out of the bedroom.

  “I have some events to do today, but my schedule opened up this evening,” I told him. “What do you say we go on a date?”

  “You mean, like, go out somewhere? How are we-…?” he started.

  “Don’t worry about the details. I’ll take care of it. Are you in?”

  “Yes,” he said. He had a
smile bigger than anything I’d ever seen on his face.

  6

  Gavin

  After Jack left that morning I went to get coffee with Christina. I was so beside myself that I nearly couldn’t focus, and the caffeine didn’t help things. I hardly paid attention to her- my mind was almost entirely on my secret date with a very sexy senator that was coming up in several hours.

  “Earth to Gavin,” Christina said, waving in my face from across the table.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “What’s up?”

  “You’re sitting over there in your own world with a huge smile on your face. What’s going on? Do you have a date or something?”

  I couldn’t erase the smile, but I also knew I couldn’t give away Jack’s identity. I was going to have to be cautious here and tread carefully.

  “You do have a date!” Christina burst out before I could actually reply.

  “Maybe,” I said, not confirming or denying anything.

  “Who’s the mystery man?” she asked. Little did she know he actually was a mystery man- and that it was going to remain that way.

  “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to jinx it. At least not yet,” I told her. And that was actually a half-truth. I didn’t know where things were going with Jack and I didn’t want to think about it too much, knowing the very real possibility that he could drop me for his political ambition at any moment.

  “Okay, okay,” she relented. “But you’re going to have to tell me eventually.”

  “We’ll see. If I do tell anyone anything, I promise you’ll be first in line.”

  That evening, I put on the nicest clothes I owned- Jeans, a brown belt, brown boots, a t-shirt and a bomber jacket. I don’t get out much, I realized. Other than an occasional trip to The Under, which at times resulted in a hookup, I was mostly at home supervising children and running my business. I didn’t need nice clothes for that.