by K. Webster
“Do you want a family?” she asks suddenly, her voice soft.
I pull out and revel in the way my cum runs down the inside of her thighs. “Of course I want a family,” I tell her. I help her to a standing position and turn her to face me. We’re a mess with our underwear around our ankles and cum dripping all over the place but when she gets somber, I react. I fix her heart because sometimes it cracks. I’m always there to glue it back together with ice cream and long talks in the dark and reassuring kisses. A real motherfucking Romeo.
Her blazing green eyes have dimmed and she won’t meet my gaze. With a firm grip on her jaw, I tilt her face to look up at mine. Goddamn those pouty lips.
I kiss them.
Kiss.
Kiss.
Kiss.
And then I growl. “Talk to me, Soph.”
She bites on her lip that’s mine to bite. “When?”
With narrowed eyes, I study her. Tears sit on her lids but haven’t leaked out. Her pert nose has turned slightly pink. Those perfect fucking lips are parted as though she has so much to say but nothing escapes. “Whenever you want a family,” I tell her, completely honest, “because you’re the only person I want a family with.”
A tear slips out and races down her cheek. “Are you sure? What if I said now?”
I laugh and kiss her salty cheek. “I’d say stop taking your goddamned pills and let me put a baby in you.”
This makes her giggle but then she’s serious again. Frowning. I hate when she frowns. Sophia Rowe was created to smile. That’s what she’s supposed to do.
“I took them. I never missed a pill,” she breathes, shame coating her features.
My heart rate quickens. A deep, male part of me starts thundering inside. Feral as fuck. Mine. Mine. Mine. The chanting has already begun and she hasn’t even said the words yet.
“We must have…it must have happened that week before my surgery. The antibiotics…we didn’t use other protection…” Her teary eyes implore me to understand.
I fucking get it all right.
She’s carrying my kid.
We made a baby. She almost died. And it’s still here. They’re both still here.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I can’t stare at her another second and not kiss her plump lips. My tongue seeks entrance and I devour my woman. My future wife. The soon-to-be mother of my child. Possessiveness like never before surges through me. She pulls away from our kiss and her words are breathy.
“I was so focused on getting better. I didn’t realize I’d missed my periods. Sometimes on the pill, they are barely there anyway. When I absently mentioned it to Dr. Wilkinson, he ordered a blood and urine test.” Happiness shimmers in her pretty greens. It’s a look of overwhelming love that I’ve never seen before. A look I’m going to try to put on her face every damn day.
“You’re pregnant.”
Mine. Mine. Mine.
She nods, a small smile on her lips. “And it makes me happy. I’m not trying to trap you—”
I growl, ending that sentence before it even began. “The only one getting trapped around here is you when I push a ring on your finger and bind you to me with my last name. What do you think? Do you think your daddy judge will marry us today?”
She laughs. “You’re really okay with us having a baby? I’m not even out of high school yet, Drew. I don’t know how you feel about all this.”
I lift a brow at her. “I feel fucking happy as hell. I’m the old man here. Having a family is something that’s been weighing heavily on me for years. It wasn’t until I had you that it felt possible and attainable. Of course I want a family with you. I want it all with you.”
She smiles. Beautiful. Bright. Mine. “I still want to go to college. I like working here and helping out. I think I could be good at what you do. I’ll try not to molest the patients like you, though.”
I growl and kiss her smart mouth again. “You’ll go to college. You’ll do whatever the fuck you want, Soph. We’ll do this together.”
She sniffles and my rough kissing turns sweet. I want her for always. After a long kiss that promises her the world, I pull away. Her green eyes are glassy as tears shine in them. I stroke her cheek and lean my forehead against hers.
“I love you, crybaby.”
She smiles and hugs my middle. “I love you too, ass.”
Several months later…
“You can’t do this with my dad standing right there,” I tell Drew when his fingertips tease the waistband of the bikini bottoms below my swollen belly.
He nips at my earlobe. “Is that a dare?” His husky voice sends chills of need rippling through me. This whole pregnancy thing makes me crazy with the need to have sex with my husband all hours of the day. It’s gotten so bad that we’ve been caught twice by Johnna at the clinic. I can’t seem to keep my hands off him and he can’t seem to be able to tell me no.
“He’ll see and he’ll kill you,” I taunt but I’m already parting my legs for him.
Dad laughs at something Miles says as they stand near the grill, both men holding beers. Olivia and Dorian must be in the house with the babies.
“I’ll be sneaky,” Drew growls. “I’ll just slip in from behind. They’ll never know.”
I let out a groan when his bold hands slide into the back of my swimsuit bottoms as he seeks out my pussy from behind. He pushes a finger inside of me and it easily slides in.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his hot breath driving me wild. “You’re already so slippery. Just waiting for my big cock to tear you up in front of your daddy.” He guides us to the edge. “Hold on and smile pretty.”
I beam at our house guests as if my husband isn’t sneakily sliding his cock past my bottoms and into my pussy. He stretches me as he eases his way all the way inside me.
“Oh, God,” I choke out.
He laughs from behind me and rubs my clit through my bottoms. “Bad girl. Getting fucked right in front of her daddy.”
I bite on my lip to keep from crying out. He teases and pleasures me with no regard for the fact that we might get caught. Dad is completely oblivious that his youngest daughter is getting drilled by her physical therapist-turned-husband not twenty feet away. Miles, on the other hand, winks at me.
“Tonight,” Drew murmurs lowly, “I’m going to put my dick in your ass again. Are you going to bawl like a fucking baby like you did last night?”
“It hurt,” I whine. What he’s doing now doesn’t hurt at all.
“You liked it. Came so hard you almost passed out.”
That’s the truth. It felt like fire had been shoved up my ass but when my orgasm hit, it felt like it took hold of my entire soul and shook the life out of me.
“You’re just a sadist who likes to make me scream,” I accuse, my tone playful.
He thrusts hard enough into me that I cry out. Miles covers for us and asks Dad to help him with something inside. He shoots us the bird over his shoulder as he follows Dad into the kitchen.
“Your screams make me hard as fuck,” he bites out, his hips bucking harder against me.
As if he needs to hear them, he pinches my clit. I do screech but I’m sure our guests assume we’re playing grab-ass again. Drew likes to terrorize me always and I like it.
“There’s that sexy voice,” he purrs. “When these people leave, I’m going to shut your pretty mouth up with my cock. Is that what you want?”
“Nah,” I tease. “I’d rather just lie back and let you lick me all night.”
Another growl. “Don’t test me. You don’t think I love worshipping your sweet cunt?”
I moan as he rocks harder into me. He never ceases to drive my body mad with pleasure.
“Aren’t you bored of it yet?”
He bites at my throat hard enough I know I’ll bruise.
“Ow, you ass!”
Beast barks at us from the yard, irritated that we’re horsing around. That sweet pup is quite protective over his new mommy.
Drew laughs a
gainst my flesh and kisses away the sting. “Sorry, crybaby.”
My eyes roll back when his magic fingers start doing some massaging technique that he no doubt learned when he was in school to be a physical therapist. It’s too expert-level to be just for fun. He does it with precision and flawless execution. Within seconds, he has me coming with his name on my lips. His heat surges into me and I relax in his grip.
“Does this make us bad parents?” I question with a giggle.
He nuzzles against my hair. “I think this makes you a bad daughter.”
I wave to Dad through the glass door. “Okay, so you definitely have me there.”
“But,” he says, his voice low as his palm reverently rubs over my pregnant belly, “it makes you a perfect wife.”
“Perfect, huh?”
“I didn’t stutter.”
“You really are an ass,” I breathe, a smile playing on my lips. He’s my ass and I adore his naughty ways.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“Fine, you win,” I concede.
He pulls his softening cock from my body just as Dad and Miles emerge with a plate full of steaks ready to be grilled. His hands make quick work of adjusting my swimsuit and no doubt his as well before he simply hugs me from behind.
“I won the moment you let me finger you at the clinic,” he tells me in a smug tone.
“You’re so romantic.” I make sure to turn my head so he can get the full effect of my eye roll.
He laughs and the boyish quality of it warms my heart. “I love your smart mouth.”
“I know.”
“You do know I’m going to whip your ass for it later, huh?” His blue eyes are dark with lust and sinful promises.
“Oh, I’m counting on it, Daddy.”
His growl promises a spanking that’s really going to hurt.
And I can’t wipe the stupid-happy grin off my face.
The End
Books by K Webster
The Breaking the Rules Series:
Broken (Book 1)
Wrong (Book 2)
Scarred (Book 3)
Mistake (Book 4)
Crushed (Book 5 – a novella)
The Vegas Aces Series:
Rock Country (Book 1)
Rock Heart (Book 2)
Rock Bottom (Book 3)
The Becoming Her Series:
Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)
Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)
Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)
War & Peace Series:
This is War, Baby (Book 1)– BANNED (only sold on K Webster’s website)
This is Love, Baby (Book 2)
This Isn’t Over, Baby (Book 3)
This Isn’t You, Baby (Book 4)
This is Me, Baby (Book 5)
This Isn’t Fair, Baby (Book 6)
This is the End, Baby (Book 7—a novella)
2 Lovers Series:
Text 2 Lovers (Book 1)
Hate 2 Lovers (Book 2)
Alpha & Omega Duet:
Alpha & Omega (Book 1)
Omega & Love (Book 2)
Pretty Stolen Dolls Series:
Pretty Stolen Dolls (Book 1)
Pretty Lost Dolls (Book 2)
Pretty New Doll (Book 3)
Taboo Treats:
Bad Bad Bad
Easton
Crybaby
Standalone Novels:
Apartment 2B
Love and Law
Moth to a Flame
Erased
The Road Back to Us
Surviving Harley
Give Me Yesterday
Running Free
Dirty Ugly Toy
Zeke’s Eden
Sweet Jayne
Untimely You
Mad Sea
Whispers and the Roars
Schooled by a Senior
B-Sides and Rarities
Blue Hill Blood by Elizabeth Gray
Notice
The Wild – BANNED (only sold on K Webster’s website)
Thank you to my husband. You’re my rock. Always. I love you.
A huge thank you to my Krazy for K Webster’s Books reader group. You all are insanely supportive and I can’t thank you enough.
A gigantic thank you to my betas who read this story. Elizabeth Clinton, Ella Stewart, Misty Walker, Shannon Miller, Amy Bosica, Brooklyn Miller, Robin Martin, Amy Simms, Jessica Viteri, Amanda Söderlund, and Tammy McGowan, you all helped make this story even better. Your feedback and early reading is important to this entire process and I can’t thank you enough.
Also, a big thank you to Ella Stewart for being such a good friend and reading this story as it went along. You’re too good to me!
A giant thank you to Misty Walker for helping me shape this story into one I was aiming for and encouraging me each day. You’re a star!
A big thank you to my author friends who have given me your friendship and your support. You have no idea how much that means to me.
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Thank you Stacey Blake for being amazing as always when formatting my books and in general. I love you! I love you! I love you!
A big thanks to my PR gal, Nicole Blanchard. You are fabulous at what you do and keep me on track!
Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there that are willing to hear my story and enjoy my characters like I do. It means the world to me!
K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, dark romance, romantic suspense, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her hilarious and handsome husband and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.
Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.
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