When button-down biracial lawmaker Cassidy Uematsu meets hardscrabble fry cook Buford “Jax” Jackson, it’s lust at first sight. They’re only too happy to jump into the sack, and when Jax loses his condom mid-getting-to-know-you, Cassidy urges him forward, damn the consequences. What’s the worst that can happen?<br><br>After a couple weeks of morning sickness and a few months gaining weight, Cassidy learns an unfathomable secret about the men in his family that he’s pretty sure he was happier not knowing. Jax is a fan of Cassidy’s rapidly rounding belly, and of the sexy “Dude Mama” roleplay it inspires.<br><br>But the night he feels a kick inside Cassidy’s growing belly, Jax hightails it, certain at least one of them has lost his damn mind. A pregnant dude? That’s impossible. As the ninth month since the condom mishap approaches, Cassidy sure hopes he’s right.

Dude Mama

Which was what he was blissfully thinking when he felt the little bundle of Jax in him haul off with one, two, three big kicks. And when the big bundle of Jax on top of Cassidy fell over himself, howling “Holy shit!” as he scrambled, stumbling over his own limbs, to the top of the settee under Cassidy’s bedroom window.


Cassidy levered himself as up as he could get on his elbows. “What’s wrong?”


Jax cowered, knobby knees against his chest, in a corner of the couch. “Cassidy, what the fuck?!”was all he seemed able to say, but he managed to say it on a loop until Cassidy worried he was maybe having some kind of stroke. They’d been together for eight months, for one thing, and Jax hadn’t used his name once that entire time. He’d been “Pickle” since their first date, and “Mama” for the last few weeks—Cassidy wouldn’t have been completely shocked to learn that Jax didn’t even know his real name, and here Jax was whimpering it like a wild, frightened, talking dog.


Chapter 12