Stay The Night

by Parker, Ali

  “Right fucking now.”

  Chapter 50

  Aston

  “You’re going to have to be quiet.” Blake growled against my ear, kissing me before turning me around. He pinned me against the small counter with his hips. A shock of electricity traveled through me at his gravelly tone, being handled with just a little bit more dominance.

  I didn’t know if the pregnancy hormones were responsible or if it was just Blake, but as soon as he touched me with that hungry gleam in his eye, my entire body went mercurial. I suddenly needed him in me more than I needed my next breath.

  The bathroom was a little narrow. There was enough space between the wall and counter for both of us but not much more. Blake was pressed up against me. I could feel every hard inch of him against my back.

  Lifting my eyes to the mirror, I watched as he lowered his head and started kissing my neck. A loud moan fell from my lips. It was easily the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

  My head fell back onto his broad shoulder as I watched. Reaching behind me, I wiggled my hand past his pants and into the elastic waistband of his briefs. My fingers brushed the tip of his erect cock and I moaned again, marveling in the fact that he seemed as turned on as I was.

  Raising his half-lidded eyes to mine in the mirror, he nipped my earlobe. “Quiet now, I like keeping my private life private. I don’t want to share this part of it with anyone but you.”

  Swallowing another moan at the rough tone of his voice and his shallow breathing, I nodded and bit my lower lip. “I don’t want to share you either.”

  Sooner rather than later, news of my relationship with Blake was going to get out at McAllen Group. It was a reality I had accepted. If I ever got promoted, no one would believe I’d gotten the position because I deserved it based on my own merits.

  If word got out that I’d slept with the big boss, and on the company jet at that, I would be mortified. People might even think we conceived the baby with a quickie on the jet. If I wanted to avoid those kinds of rumors, I probably shouldn’t have been in the bathroom with him on the jet to begin with, but that wasn’t an option now.

  There was no way I was leaving this bathroom now, or telling him to stop. “I’ll be quiet.”

  Determined to keep my word, I fumbled with his zipper and relished his sharp gulp of breath when I palmed his hot length fully.

  Seemingly intent on testing my resolve, Blake shoved the straps of my dress down roughly. The dress followed as he pushed it down to my waist before his big hands closed over my breasts. I bit back another moan. His nimble fingers just felt so damn good on my sensitive nipples that a whimper escaped anyway.

  Blake lifted my breast out of my lacy bra and turned me around to drop his head to my chest. As he put his hands under my ass and lifted me onto the counter, he stepped between my thighs and pressed his hardness against my thin panties. I gasped as he hit my clit, clamping my hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound.

  Blake yanked my hand away and crushed his lips to mine, grinding against me as we kissed. He moved his hips in a way that drove me higher and higher. Pregnancy sex was going to be awesome. I was a relative newbie at all things sexual, but already I knew I was way more sensitive now.

  Blake’s hands left me for just long enough to shove his pants down over his ass. The move revealed tight, black boxer briefs with his impressive erection bulging inside them. I couldn’t stop a low sound from escaping me this time. “Oh Blake.”

  “I can’t wait to be inside you, baby.” He gritted out. My hands slid under his shirt, feeling every ridge of his hard muscles. I lifted his shirt up, prompting him to raise his arms so I could get it off. I was desperate to feel his skin against mine.

  When the shirt hit the floor, I reached down to cup his crotch. He was as hard as steel in my palm, growling into my ear. “Kiss me, babe.”

  Without hesitation, I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. If I had his mouth on mine, I wouldn’t be able to make any sounds either. It sounded like a good deal to me.

  One of his hands disappeared and he dropped it slowly, using it to push his briefs over his cock. He panted when he broke our kiss, his eyes meeting mine. “Since you’re already pregnant, I guess I don’t need a condom. I’m clean. I know you are too.”

  Looking like he’d go crazy if I didn’t give it to him soon, he waited for my answer. I wiggled out of my panties by lifting one butt cheek at a time and letting them fall. Spreading my legs, I nodded. “Now. Please, Blake.”

  Groaning quietly, he guided himself into my hot, slick core. I could feel wetness pooling between my legs. Swollen and desperate, I needed him so bad it hurt. Every nerve ending felt more sensitive now than ever before. They were sparking and sending intense bursts to my core.

  Sliding the head of his dick to my dripping entrance, Blake looked me right in the eye as he drove his hips forward. I cried out, then buried my face in his neck to keep it from happening again.

  Driving himself into me in a heated frenzy, his hands were planted on my ass and his fingers dug into my flesh. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his narrow hips and sculpted ass.

  Adjusting myself until I was positioned just right, every forceful movement of his hips hit my clit and sent shudders of pleasure rocketing through me. My hands flew to his hair, holding him close to me as he slammed our bodies together. I kissed him, clinging to him as I felt the first rumblings of my orgasm beginning to stir deep inside.

  Kissing him harder, my climax ripped through me. Starting in my clit, it raced through my body all the way to my gums. It was incredible.

  With my muscles clenching and pulsing powerfully as spasms rocked my body, Blake grit his teeth, following me over into his own bliss. His hips rocked as he found his release, twitching into me.

  When he was done, his chest collapsed against mine. His strong arms supported me as they wound around my back. Deep breaths feathered across my sweat dampened skin and the muscles in his back rippled as I ran my hands over them.

  Smiling against his forehead, I murmured, “I think we’re going to be doing a lot more of that until a doctor tells me it’s time to take it easy.”

  He chuckled softly and stepped away after dropping a quick kiss on my shoulder. “I can definitely get behind that plan. Is it different now?”

  I nodded as I extricated myself from him. “Let’s just say everything feels supercharged. It’s awesome.”

  “It wasn’t awesome before?” he asked playfully, bending to retrieve his pants.

  I swatted his hard shoulder and winked. “If it wasn’t awesome before, we probably wouldn’t be in this predicament. We would have only done it that first time and I would’ve been done with you.”

  Pretending to be hurt, he pressed his hand to his heart. “Good to know you’re with me for all the right reasons.”

  “What?” I joked, attempting to unroll the material of my dress that was currently knotted around my waist in the hope of finding the straps. “Did you think I was with you for your money? I told you earlier, I’ve never been interested in that.”

  “Too bad,” he said, with an exaggerated wink, somehow still managing to look cute instead of pervy. “Because I have a lot of it.”

  “I’ve heard.” Finally managing to find my straps, I got my bra and my dress back on and turned to study my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My lips were swollen and my hair was mussed, but the damage could have been worse.

  My cheeks were flushed and my eyes bright, but surely the hostess wouldn’t notice that before it subsided. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

  Blake looked up from his belt buckle after tucking his shirt in. “Probably not. I told her to give us some privacy, but you never know if she came in to the cabin to offer us more drinks or something.”

  Crap, I really had tried to keep it down, but Blake made it nearly impossible not to make any sound at all. “Do you think she’ll say anything if she did hear us?”

  He shrugged. “S
he’s not supposed to. All of the staff sign iron clad nondisclosure agreements before working any of the jobs where they might overhear any of us. Dad has always been very careful about who he hires on the plane in particular, because he has so many meetings on board. Danny regularly conducts business on here, too.”

  The mention of his brother made all traces of humor and playfulness disappear from his features. It was a harsh reminder of what we were flying to Florida to do.

  Studying him carefully, I tried to gauge his state of mind. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

  The gentle, fun guy I knew he could be disappeared right before my eyes. In his place, stood the dominant businessman he showed the world. Straightening his tie, he nodded. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what has to be done. Truth be told, though, it is what I want.”

  “Care to elaborate?” I asked, as he moved towards the door.

  The dominant side of Blake scared me as much as it excited me and made me feel safe with him. His entire posture was different when he was like this. He was completely in control, radiating that same power I felt from him when I first met him, standing broad and tall with a gleam that darkened his blue eyes.

  Holding out his hand for me to join him as he opened the door, he wrapped his fingers around mine and looked me straight in the eye. “What happens next affects not just me—but all three of us now, in ways we haven’t even truly begun to fathom.”

  Slowly, I began to realize he was right. His future and mine were now irrevocably intertwined. Bound together by the tiny human growing in my stomach and our shared feelings for each other. If he remained on as the CEO of the McAllen Group, that would be huge.

  I had no clue what it took to be the CEO of a company that size, but I was pretty sure it would be yet another thing that would totally change life as I knew it. Once we were settled in our seats, he put his hand on my leg and stroked his thumb up and down my thigh as he continued.

  It stirred want in me yet again, but I forced my body to cool it. This was too serious to allow myself to be distracted, too important for me to hear.

  “This isn’t only about our future, Aston. Though it certainly will shape it. It’s also about the future of the company my father built. It’s about his life’s work. There’s no way I’m letting anything ruin that.”

  The way he looked at me when he talked about our future, and the passion and fire in his voice when he talked about the company and his father’s legacy, I realized in that instant that he was it for me.

  Blake was the man I had been waiting for all my life. The thought made my heart soar and constrict at the same time. He was my one and only. How lucky was I to have him talk about a future together when there was nothing I’d ever wanted more.

  Chapter 51

  Blake

  Aston and I got to the hospital just in time to see my mother and father packing up. They had been staying in a suite at the hospital, calling it home so the doctors could check up on him regularly before they released him for good.

  “What’s going on here?” I asked, as we walked into the suite. Both of my parents had bags open on the bed and were talking to each other while packing their things.

  Dad looked up, a wide smile spreading across his face when he saw who it was. “Blake. Great news, boy. They’re finally letting me go home.”

  “I thought this was home for now,” I told him, looking around the mostly empty suite. When I was here before, my mom had decorated the place with all the creature comforts of home. She brought art, pillows and blankets, and even random mementos of trips they took together.

  None of those things were here anymore. “Did the doctors really give you the all clear?”

  Opening his arms to give me a back-slapping hug, he replied. “Yup. They told us this morning. I can finally go home for real, not just to this cheap imitation of it.”

  “But you’ll still be back for regular check-ups?” Dad looked good, better than he had since the stroke happened. It didn’t mean I wasn’t still worried about him, though.

  Before the stroke, the only sign I saw of something being wrong was that he looked tired. Being tired doesn’t cause strokes. To my mind, the damn thing came out of nowhere. At least while he was in the hospital, he could be closely monitored. What would happen now?

  “There will be nurses coming and going from the house to make sure I’m okay,” my father said. “The doctors will let me know if and when they want to see me based on the observations made by the nurses. It’ll be a bother, but it’s a hell of a lot better than being cooped up in here.”

  I looked around at the large windows and the crisp white walls and bedding. “It is a nice suite.”

  Dad mimed throwing a pillow at my head. “It’s a lovely suite for short stays, but I’ve had enough. The nurses checking in multiple times a day will be more than enough care for me, thank you very much.”

  “And of course I’ll be there to make sure he follows doctor’s orders,” my mom chimed in. “He won’t be alone at home. I would never leave him alone after something like this.”

  It was on the tip of my tongue to comment about how she had left him alone for over two decades without giving a shit about it, but I swallowed it down. I was still angry with her and knew I would be for a long time, but seeing my dad with her made the feeling less intense.

  With a doting, dopey smile, he glanced at my mom. “A lot of good has come from this incident, I have to admit. It will be fantastic to not be alone in that big old house anymore. You’ll be home where you belong.”

  Mom rounded the bed and took Dad’s hand, smiling up at him. “I sure will. I’m never leaving your side again. Too bad for you it also means you’ll be eating healthy, working less and getting plenty of sleep and relaxation.”

  He slung his arm over her shoulders, closing the lid on his suitcase with his free hand. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Seeing the two of them together like this was still surreal. I didn’t remember them being this in love when I was young. It was kind of like getting a window back to when they first met. I only wished I could eliminate the years of heartache for my father that followed those early days.

  It looked like Dad had forgiven her for it though, which probably meant I should too. I just couldn’t let it go that easily. Aston and Dad thought it was a good idea to talk to her, maybe they were right.

  I sighed, wondering if I would ever be able to trust the woman fully. I didn’t think so, but she was about to become a grandmother to my child. Even if she didn’t know it yet.

  Hospital orderlies came in, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Are you ready for us, sir?”

  My father nodded and motioned to their packed suitcases. “That’s all that still has to go. Thank you.”

  “I can take those,” I said, walking over to the bed. My dad tried to take his own, but I gave him a look. “No heavy lifting for you. Unless you want me to tell the doctors you’re desperate for another few days here.”

  Huffing out a breath, he shot me an annoyed glare before throwing his hands up. “Fine, but once we get home there will be no more babying me. I’m fine.”

  My mother rolled her eyes. “Let’s just get out of here. I’ll determine how fine you are and what you can do when we get home.”

  Home. It was strange to hear her say that word. Especially in the context of her and my father sharing a home for the first time in many, many years. It was going to take some getting used to, that was for damn sure.

  Aston and I followed my parents to the house. She was quiet when we got in the car. I took her hand and placed it beneath mine on the gear lever. “Everything okay?”

  “Perfect,” she said, with a smile. “I was just wondering how they will react when you gave them the news.”

  “It doesn’t really matter to me, but they like you already and I’m sure they’ll be thrilled. Dad especially.” I wondered if I was inadvertently lying to her. Wanting me to find a girl I cared about an
d settling down was a far cry from knocking her up. “You’re going to be a great Mom, and even if they’re a little skeptical at first, they’ll come round as soon as they see you in action.”

  “You think so?” Her teeth sank onto her lower lip, pulling it into her mouth. She was nervous about them finding out, I realized.

  “Absolutely. Besides, it’s not like my mom can really say too much. She wasn’t exactly a shining example of motherhood.”

  Aston chuckled softly. “I guess not. She seems nice, though.”

  “She does,” I mused. It was sad to think I didn’t really know the woman any better than Aston did. “What do you think of her coming back so suddenly? I don’t know how to just get over what she did to us.”

  A long minute passed before Aston answered me. She stared out the window, thinking through her response before I got to hear it. “I think it took a lot of courage and caring to keep you and Danny out of a long, possibly drawn out custody battle. I know it’s not what you want to hear and I know she could’ve gone about things differently, but in her own way, I think she put herself through hell to do her best to save you.”

  She was right. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear. It was exactly the explanation my mother had given, but the logic just didn’t sit right with me. “There are plenty of kids who went through the divorce of their parents. Their mothers didn’t walk away to save themselves the trouble of a custody battle.”

  “True,” Aston said. “But those kids go through a different kind of hell than the one you went through. I don’t think it’s necessarily easier that way at all. There’s the split, the battle in court with all the alienation, fighting and badmouthing that goes along with it, and then there’s the aftermath. You guys were saved from the confusion of suddenly having two homes, or of having to be in two different places with parents who couldn’t stand each other.”

  “So what you’re saying is that she chose the lesser of two evils?” I hadn’t ever considered what might have happened if our parents had decided on a divorce instead. Either Danny or I could have been sent to live with our mother and everything would have been different.