Mister Baby Daddy (Bad Boys in Love Book 3)

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  If I don’t fucking blow it first.

  I manage to break three more matches before I stand up. We still don’t have a fire to set the right mood.

  “Maybe I should go chop some more wood?...Or grab us some beers?...Or maybe I should take off my pants?”

  Shit. Did I really just say all that out loud? I’m going to scare her off before we even do this.

  Penny giggles softly. “Or...maybe you could just kiss me. Before my nerves take over and I run out of here.”

  I smile. "Right." I think I like her plan a whole lot better.

  I give up on the fire. I stride across the room and lower onto the couch next to her. Her vanilla scent surrounds me as I finally allow myself to stare into her eyes. Hell, Penn’s clearly more nervous than I am.

  She's not just a beautiful woman asking me to kiss her. She's my lifelong friend. And my instinct will always be to soothe her, to make her feel safe. I take her tiny hands in mine. I kiss her left palm and then her right before resting both her hands on my shoulders.

  Cupping her face in one of my rough hands, I peer into those emerald eyes. I see a lifetime of friendship, arguments, apologies, memories, and for one moment, I'm terrified. I ask myself if fucking her would throw all that down the drain. "You sure you want this, Penn?"

  "Yes." She speaks softly but firmly. "I trust you. I trust you to give me a baby."

  Running my hand up her jawline and into her fiery red hair, I lean forward. Our lips softly brush together. Puckering, playing, teasing, exploring. Mild suction, little bites, quiet moans. We absorb the moment.

  She tastes like strawberry lip balm and popsicles by the lake and years of pent-up desire. I'm trying real hard not to get carried away. This kiss may be gentle but it's electric all the same. For me, at least.

  My voice is low and raspy when I speak to her. “How was that?”

  I know that the whole purpose of this night is reproduction. My friend and I are trying to make a baby. But hell, I still want it to be good for her.

  Penny nods, her gaze wild and unfocused. Her response comes out softly. "Um...Wow..."

  I trail my thumb along her dewy bottom lip. "Wow?"

  She confirms with a little nod and another breathy, "Wow."

  Pride surges in me. I wish I could stop my grin. "Again?"

  "Again..." Penny gets closer. Her tits rub against my bare chest. "Do it again?"

  I'm more than happy to oblige. Our lips meet once more, tenderly dancing together.

  It's all nice and sweet and civilized until her fingers trail down my chest to my boxers. She glides her touch over the length of my hard, thick, eager cock. She gives a little squeeze. The fucker jumps beneath her palm.

  Penny whimpers. I growl.

  And the kiss gets. Out. Of. Control.

  In an instant, I've hauled my best friend into my lap and my arms strap her to my chest like a life vest. She's straddling my erection. Rolling her hips. And I've got my tongue in her mouth. I grip her ass and raise my pelvis, coaxing her to grind down harder.

  When I reach between us and squeeze her breasts, she moans then clamps my bottom lip between her teeth. I grin into the kiss and brush my thumb over the tight nipples threatening to tear through the fabric of her sexy dress.

  Part of me knows I'm being too rough, too eager, too greedy, too much. But now that I've given in to this lifelong craving for my friend, I don't know how to slow down. My body is pinging like an arcade game, bells and lights and buzzers going haywire inside me.

  I think Penny wants this as bad as I do. With each sweep of my tongue, I taste the same hunger burning within her.

  When she pulls back to catch her breath, there's fire in her eyes. She’s a fucking vision. That sexy red lipstick she wore is now smeared around her mouth. Her flawlessly done hair is now a mess. Her green eyes are wide and shiny and dazed.

  It all makes me feel so damn wild.

  Fuck—I'm gonna drive this woman crazy tonight.

  22

  Penny

  I still can't believe it's Walker's lips.

  On my throat.

  My collarbone.

  My chest.

  He's kissing me all over as his big hands lower the neckline of my dress. He breathes against my throat. "Gosh, Penn. Your skin is fucking soft. You're softer than I ever imagined."

  "You've imagined me?" My voice is so breathy. My hips grind back and forth as I drag my mound up and down the length of his stiff cock.

  "Of course I've imagined you, P." He kisses me some more. "I'm sure every man who's ever met you has imagined touching you. Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?"

  His touch. His kisses. His words.

  This is everything I've ever dreamed of. But Walker is my best friend. He'd do anything, say anything just to put me at ease, to help me navigate this weird, new situation. He doesn’t really mean it…Does he?

  Still, a response lingers on the tip of my tongue. I want to tell him that his mouth on my skin is turning my insides to sticky toffee, that the scrape of his stubble is driving me wild, that his hands on my body is what I've wanted half my life.

  Instead, I rake my fingernails across his scalp and arch my spine. He diligently kisses a circle around my aroused nipple before taking it into his mouth. I mewl, throw my head back, lock my thighs tighter around his waist. He gifts me with a soft bite then moves to my other breast with equal attention. His palms trail down my back.

  The man isn't even inside me yet and already, I feel like I'm going to die. The pleasure is so acute, so intense.

  He moves his lips up the side of my neck to find my earlobe. His breath is warm against my skin. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what makes you feel good."

  Suddenly, I don't know how to breathe. "Walker, I..."

  His hand is between my thighs, a single finger trailing lazily along the lace trim of my panties. I arch instinctively, pressing my damp crotch into his palm.

  "Tell me. Don't be shy, P." His dark eyes rake my body. He licks his lips. "I'm down for anything."

  Realization slams me. Shit—My best friend is a freak.

  I should have known. Aunt Lucille has always said that the quiet ones are the dirty ones. I'm starting to think that might be true.

  And I'm not one to pass up an opportunity. I'm fumbling and dazed but I manage to push the words out anyway. "Eat my...eat my pussy..."

  The mischievous glint in his eyes makes my thighs quiver. "I can definitely do that..."

  He slides out from beneath me and eases me onto the couch. I watch him lower himself to his knees. His hands are back under my skirt. His coarse fingertips bruise my skin as he slowly pulls my panties down my thighs. Electricity shoots through my lower belly. I'm holding my breath.

  He senses my tension. He soothes me by dotting kisses on my belly button, my hipbone, my inner thigh. "Relax, Penn. I'll take care of you. I'll make it good for you."

  Fuck—how does he know me so well? How does he know exactly what I need?

  Walker spreads my knees wider and his handsome face disappears between my legs.

  He inhales me and groans. He plants a single kiss against the lips of my hot, throbbing pussy. With thick, long fingers, he spreads my folds apart before dipping his middle finger inside me. He's licking me now, soft and slow and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I grip the edge of the couch. Oh my god, I am so fucked...

  “Is that good, Princess?" He looks up at me, his mouth wet, his eyes dark with lust and reverence. "Tell me I'm making you feel good." He licks me some more.

  "Oh god, yes. Yes, Walker. Yes, yes, yes."

  My ass is hanging off the edge of the couch. My fingers are gripping the tatty cushions. My best friend's face is buried between my legs and he's devouring my pussy.

  "So good," I whisper, rotating my hips. "It's so damn good."

  He takes his time, with his fingers and his tongue, slowly discovering the intimate parts of me he's never gotten to see before.

  He slips his big rough
palms beneath my ass and raises my pelvis closer to his mouth. "Grind on my face, Penelope. Ride my mouth."

  I plant my feet on the shaky coffee table behind him and I gyrate my pussy on his face. With my weight balanced on my elbows, I look down at the head of short dark hair buried between my legs. "Oh my god, Walker."

  I am fucking soaked. Walker's face is drenched. The couch cushions are saturated. But the man is still drinking me, consuming me like he's trying to drain my five senses from my body.

  His lips clamp shut around my clit and the man pulls an orgasm from the deepest corner of my soul. I lose my sense of hearing, my sense of sight and my vision goes black as the orgasm tears through my being. Shock zips and zaps throughout my entire system.

  Still shaking, I grab him by the shoulders and pull him to me. I bend forward and kiss him with urgency—suck my own juices from his mouth—until the very last notes of the orgasm fade from my limbs. Then, I'm a hopeless pile of lust on the couch, unable to move an inch.

  Walker scoops me up and rises to his feet with barely any effort at all. By instinct, my legs wrap around his lean waist. My ass is cupped in his palms. He gives each mound a rough squeeze as he weaves seamlessly between the ladders and paint cans and plastic sheets littering the dark house. He smells like moss and firewood and me. It’s so sexy.

  He kicks open his bedroom door and he lays me on his rumpled sheets. Passion overflows when we kiss and undress each other, stripping each other bare.

  I'm flat on my back, staring up at him. Walker braces himself above me and reaches into the bedside drawer. He pulls out a condom.

  I lay my hand on his. "We don't need a condom, remember? We're trying to make a baby." I smile. I feel his cock twitch against my leg.

  He shakes his head. "Right..."

  He drops the condom and I take his cock into my hand. We stare into each other's eyes as I rub him in long, slow strokes. The shudder of his breaths, the strain on his face...I can tell he wants to let go, he wants release. He's holding back for my benefit.

  When I lean up and lick the side of his neck, his powerful arms falter. "My god, Penny. You're making me weak..." His eyes flutter.

  For me.

  A dazed and desperate expression plays on his sexy face. "I need to be inside you.” He lets out a desperate growl. “Are you ready for me?"

  My fingers grip the base of his cock and I swipe his crown through my folds. "Yes..."

  Together, we shiver.

  Walker is panting now. "Good girl..."

  He drives his tongue into my mouth while he invades the wet, hungry gates of my womanhood with his thick, hard, bare erection. We cry out at the electrifying sensation.

  My pussy stretches and squeezes, trying to accommodate his thickness and his length. Like I always suspected, his manhood is massive. It's almost unbearable. But I don't want him to stop.

  "You're so fucking big..." My eyes flutter. I drop my head to the side, nestling into a pillow as his hips pull back.

  He runs his tongue across his mouth to lick away his self-satisfied smirk. He grips my waist and gives another deep thrust that makes my fingers clench the sheets. “This big dick of mine isn’t just for decoration, Penelope. I know how to use it, too.”

  I should have a response but all I can do is whimper.

  The cocky jerk grins wider. “I’m gonna fill every inch of you. And I’m gonna make sure you love it.”

  Oh my god. Does Walker Kingston have a filthy mouth? The guy who barely utters a word in day-to-day conversation likes dirty talk in bed? My toes tingle.

  In any case, I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me swoon. I chuckle and roll my eyes. I pull him closer and whisper into his ear. "Don't flatter yourself, Big Man. Just hurry up and put a baby in me..."

  He curses low under his breath when I call him that and—mmm…—Walker Kingston gets down to business. He plows into me with powerful, relentless thrusts and I cling to him for dear life. My hands move up and down his muscular back. He stretches me out with that thick cock.

  It hurts in this beautiful, sensual, erotic way. I want to hurt for him all night long.

  But I can't lose sight of our purpose. This isn't about love. It isn't even about pleasure. Tonight, my best friend is going to knock me up. At least, that's the plan. The reminder of this reality should dampen my lust, but instead, the idea of this man putting a baby in me only makes me more desperate for him. I rub my hands all over his body, kiss his throat, drive him crazy.

  Walker grips my waist and groans. He says my name and buries himself to the hilt. His cock gives a violent twitch inside me and I feel the moment his cum bursts into my ready pussy. Immediately, I'm shuddering all over. I'm coming, too.

  A perfect synchronicity, we ride the climax together. It's an intimate exchange. An energy exchange. Something shifts in me, spiritually.

  Panting hard, my best friend drops to the mattress beside me and yanks me against his chest. "Fuck. You okay, Penn?" He brushes hair from my forehead and stares into my face, concern crinkling his strong brow. "I got carried away. I know I was a little rough."

  "No, I'm good." I can't look him in the face so I tuck my cheek against his strong chest because what the fuck was that?

  I've never felt this bare, this raw, this naked. And I know that I'll never be the same.

  My heart scrunches up into a tight ball. I force my eyes shut against the rush of emotion that comes crashing in. Don't feel these things. Don't feel these things, I beg my heart. You aren't supposed to feel these things.

  Walker’s large hands skim down my spine. I feel the rumble of his words moving through me. “Should we do it again?”

  I prop myself up, gazing at his solemn expression. Those eyes are dark, intense, serious.

  He runs his tongue across his bottom lip then continues. “Because I’m pretty sure that sometimes once isn’t enough—y’know—to get the woman pregnant. I hear you’ve got to do it a few times.” It almost sounds like an innocent, reasonable suggestion. But the mischievous smile on his lips and the violent spasm of his dick against my thigh are dead giveaways of his true intentions. When he gently tickles my ribs, that pretty much confirms it.

  Instantly, I'm ready for him again.

  I bite my lip, unable to fight back my grin. My voice is breathy as hell. I straddle him. “Yeah, we should definitely do it again.”

  23

  Walker

  I roll over and open my eyes a few minutes before my alarm. After years of rising before the sun, my body has become accustomed to the early mornings on the farm. But this is one morning I’d much rather stay in bed.

  Penny is laying on the pillow next to me, her breathing soft and even, her red hair fanned out around her. One look at her and my heart is racing.

  Shit. Last night was real. It wasn't a dream. My best friend is in my bed. And my cum is inside her.

  I scrub a hand down my face.

  I honestly lost track of how many times I fucked her last night. I lost track of all the positions I twisted her into. Now, it's just a blur of limbs and moans and sweat and kisses. The memories start sucking me back in but I quickly remind myself that all of it was for a greater purpose; making Penny a mom.

  And it's not cool imagining someone's mom with her face in the pillows and her ass in the air, getting her pussy devoured like a dessert casserole.

  Still, I take a minute to admire her as she sleeps because regardless of the circumstances that pushed us together in this bed, I've always dreamed of waking up with her here.

  She has these tiny, pale freckles dusting across her nose and on her bare shoulders, adorable souvenirs from her time spent in the sun. The slight upturn of her nose. The perfect bow of her lips. The daring length of her fluttery eyelashes.

  She’s stunning here, sleeping in the quiet of my shadowy room. It almost feels like she belongs here.

  But I know that's not true. Don't get too comfortable, idiot.

  Resentfully, I quietly untangle myself from
the sheets. I have work to do. Especially if I plan on scraping together enough money to buy those new tractors. Accomplishing this is important to me so I can’t just lie around all day. Replacing the entire fleet will cost a lot but I’ve been growing more and more conscious of the impact my business has on the environment.

  I avoid the creaks in the hardwood floor on my way out. I grab some sweatpants from my laundry room before moving into the kitchen.

  As unusual as this is for me, I want to make Penny breakfast. I want to wake her up to the smell of bacon and the feel of my tongue on her pussy. I know we can't stay wrapped up in the sheets all day. That was never part of Penny's meticulously laid plan. But I want to feed her then fuck her and start the day right. The thought has me smiling to myself as I’m cracking my third egg over a bowl.

  Out of nowhere, my doorbell rings. Shit, it’s loud. The tinny sound practically ricochets around my quiet cabin. So much for waking Penny with breakfast and more sex. I turn away from the sizzling pork and head for the front door before my uninvited guest has the bright idea to ring again.

  I peer through the window to see who it is. I may have gotten a nice surprise last night when Penny showed up on my doorstep, but since she’s already in my bed, I suspect that I’ve hit my limit on nice surprises.

  Turns out that I'm right. I see my mother standing on the porch in her workout clothes.

  Christ.

  The idea of having to answer Ma's usual million and one questions makes me itchy. But if I don't show face, she'll worry and I'll have the fire department breaking down my door in no time.

  I open the door just a crack, hoping the smell of breakfast doesn’t make its way to her. My mother knows I’m not the kind of guy who makes a big, fancy breakfast for myself. I rarely have time for anything more than toast and coffee on the run in the mornings.

  “Hey, Ma. What’s wrong?” I frown through the few inches of open doorway.

  “Nothing, I hope,” she says, standing on her toes to press the back of her hand to my forehead. “You feeling okay?"