The Baby Contract

by Amy Brent

My head was swirling with disgustingly beautiful thoughts while the three of us continued to talk over dinner.

  “So, Sarah Williams—”

  “Just call me Sarah. It’s going to be a mouthful if you address me by my first and last name all the time,” she said.

  “So, Sarah,” I said. “How did you bust out into the talk show world?”

  “I felt talk show television was lacking in substance, so I drew out the bare bones of my talk show plan, walked into a producer’s meeting, interrupted it, and presented them with my plan. Told them I’d foot the bill for the first seven episodes. If the audience liked it, they had to sign me. If the audience didn’t, no harm no foul.”

  “Just like that,” I said.

  “She’s really not kidding,” Emma said. “This woman goes after what she wants.”

  The smirk that donned Sarah’s face after that comment twitched my cock.

  “I could use a woman like that in my life,” I said.

  “You’re not going home with my best friend,” Emma said.

  “Oh, you’re no fun. I got the no fun sister,” I said.

  “Trust me, your sister’s plenty of fun,” Sarah said.

  “Oh, do tell.”

  “Sarah,” Emma said.

  “Oh, come on. You were drunk. People do all sorts of shit when they’re drunk,” Sarah said.

  “What did my lovely sister do drunk, Sarah?” I asked.

  We laughed and drank and ate a ton of food that night. By the time we were finished, we were all lounging back into our chairs and enjoying the nighttime light show of downtown Dallas. We all sat there for a bit, silent and simply enjoying one another’s company.

  But Sarah soon interrupted the moment with her interjection to go to the restroom.

  I watched her get up and walk away right as Emma’s phone rang. She picked it up and started chattering away, so I tapped her on the shoulder and told her I was going to go to the men’s room. I got up and started for the stairs, taking them two by two as I dodged waiters and skirted the manager of the joint. When no one was looking, I slipped into the women’s restroom and locked the door behind me as Sarah was washing her hands at the sink.

  Her eyes slowly rose to mine as she stared at my reflection in the mirror. I reached over and plucked a few paper towels from the dispenser and then handed them to her. She dried off her hands and tossed the towels into the trash can, her eyes never leaving my reflection, and she smiled at me for the first time that evening.

  My hands settled on her hips, and I watched her eyes flutter closed.

  I whipped her around and backed her into the wall. My lips matched with hers, swallowing her moans as her hands flew into my hair. She jumped, wrapping her legs around me as I walked us back into the handicapped stall. I could feel her warmth growing against my body while her tits rose to beautiful peaks and poked through her wonderfully thin bra.

  Our mouths battled for dominance as my hands flew to my belt buckle, and in that moment, all memory of Emma was lost.

  It was only me, Sarah, and the pleasure I was about to rush over her body.

  Chapter 23

  Sarah

  My back crashed into the wall, and I heard Mason shove his pants down. My skin was on fire, crackling with the rising flames of passion as I felt him slide my panties aside. The fabric of my dress rose up onto my thighs, showing off my milky thighs to Mason as he growled darkly into my ear. Every part of me was humming, and I could feel my pussy heating up for him. My tits were rising to painful peaks, begging for his hands as my fingers scraped along his scalp.

  “You looked so delicious at dinner, I just couldn’t help myself,” he said.

  I felt him press into me, and my entire body shook. My legs tightened, and my arms went weak. My forehead collapsed to his as his hips began to roll, soaking his cock in my juices as my hands slid down to his shoulders.

  I held onto him as he pressed me into the wall. My lips peppered his neck with kisses and his hips snapped into mine. His belt buckle clattered, and my hair began to bounce, and before I knew it, I was using his neck as a muffler while my moans and groans were ripped from my throat.

  “Mason. Holy shit. Yes. I missed your cock. I missed it. I missed … ugh.”

  “Oh, and it missed you. I’ve thought about you for days. Being sunken into your juicy depths. Oh, Sarah. You make me harder than I’ve ever been.”

  His words electrified me. I could feel my walls pulsing around him as his hands traveled to mine. He interlocked our fingers, sliding my wrists up the wall as he pinned my hands above my head. I felt trapped by a man whose body sent me flying high, whose eyes made me feel as if he were reading my soul.

  “Open your eyes and look at me as you come, Sarah.”

  I peeled my eyes open as my pleasure rushed through my body. My fluids poured from my pussy, coating his cock with its wonderful layers of white as my mouth dropped open in pleasure. Mason thrust his lips onto mine, swallowing my whimpers and cries as he pinned my hands to the wall. My clothed tits bounced in his face as he picked up the pace, hitting my swollen clit from behind as my breathing picked up. My body was jolting and darting. My pussy was throbbing and squeezing. His cock was growing bigger against my walls, and I could feel every ridge bulging from his sweet, massive dick.

  And then, we both popped and lost ourselves in the moment.

  “Oh, shit.” I choked out.

  “Sarah. Oh, you beautiful woman. The things you do to me.”

  His cock filled me with his come, squirting deep into my body as my pussy massaged it all from him. He slid deep into me, his hips completely connected with mine as I came for a second time around his rock-hard dick. He released my wrists, his hands sliding down to cup my tits, and all I could do was lay there against the wall, my body pinned with the strength of his as my pussy begged for mercy.

  We slowly slid to the floor as Mason hit his knees, and for a moment, we just sat there, tangled in one another as we heaved for air.

  “Fuck, I needed that,” he said.

  “Me, too,” I said breathlessly.

  “Your wrists okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Your hair okay?”

  “Is it still there?” he asked, grinning. “I don’t know. I can’t feel my scalp.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Never be sorry for something like that,” he said.

  We both peeled ourselves up from the ground and pieced ourselves back together. Mason tucked that giant cock of his back into his pants, not bothering to clean himself off before he went to go look in a mirror. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned myself up as best as I could, then stood beside him as we both fixed our hair. He smirked at me in the mirror, that same little smirk he gave me just before he left my dressing room a few days ago.

  “You go first. It’ll be less conspicuous that way,” he said.

  I unlocked the door and was surprised when no one was standing around. I headed back upstairs and out onto the rooftop, but I still didn’t see Emma. I looked around the balcony, trying to figure out where she had gone, but then I heard her voice rising up from over the edge.

  Mason came right up behind me as I was leaning over.

  “Where’d Emma go?” he asked.

  “I take it you got out of the bathroom all right?” I asked.

  “I got one fun little look, but it was from an elderly man. I don’t think he knew who I was. That Emma down there?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “And I think I know who she’s talking to. Stay here.”

  “Should I go with you?” he asked.

  “Just stay here, all right? She might hate me for this, so she might come running back to you.”

  I made my way downstairs and pushed through until I was outside. I looked up, seeing Mason looking over the edge. The worry was etched on his face, and part of me was ecstatic that he was finding a place in that cold, shriveled heart of his to care about his sister. I approached Emma slowly from behind, catching bits and pieces of the conver
sation she was having, and she was talking to exactly who I thought it was.

  Her ex who was getting married.

  “I just miss you,” Emma said as she sniffled. “This is all happening so quickly. Are you sure you want to marry her?”

  “Emma,” I said lightly.

  She whipped around with a shocked expression on her face, and I simply pointed upward. Mason was standing there watching, his hands tucked into his pockets as he surveyed the scene. She was spoiling this evening with her brother over some asshole, and after all the tugging she’d done to get him out here, I wasn’t going to let her spoil it.

  “It’s time to get back to what you really want,” I said.

  “What I want is him,” she said, whispering. “Please, just… listen to me, okay? We just went out on a date two weeks ago, and we had a great time, right?”

  My heart ached for my best friend. She was hurting, and anyone could see that. There was a man her heart wanted, but I knew her mind kept screaming at her to run in the other direction. I could see her hands shaking as tears streaked down her face, so I took her arm and maneuvered her over to the side so people would stop staring.

  “Emma, get off the phone,” I said.

  “I’m not getting off it.”

  “Emma, you dug your claws into your brother trying to get him out here, and he’s here. You’re the one who’s going to ruin it this time, and I won’t be able to stand in your corner if you do.”

  “Then go. I don’t give a shit,” she said.

  I looked back up to Mason who I could tell was two ticks away from coming down here himself. Even from this distance, I could see the red flushing his face. He was not a fan of the situation and of the way his sister was being manipulated by this cockhead. I hope it gave him a perfect look into the shit he was doing to women. He could be a good man if he could put all that bullshit aside and actually tried.

  “If you don’t get off the phone, I’m taking it from you,” I said.

  “Please, Mark. Just see me one last time. Just one—”

  I took the phone from Emma and held it to my ear. She was trying to get it from me, but all I did was hold her away. I heard Mason rush from the side, no doubt running down the stairs to get to us. I held my arm out to keep Emma away, and when the asshole was done rambling on about bullshit, I finally got my say in.

  “Hello. Sarah Williams here. Listen, this is what you need to do. Make up your fucking mind. Emma Nelson happens to be my best friend. My confidant. The woman I go to with everything. And I happen to know you’re the piece of shit who’s been manipulating her for two years.”

  I heard Mason rush behind me. I watched as he gathered Emma into his arms, holding her back while I continued to call. He was murmuring things in her ear. Things that were making her slap him and push him to try and get away. But I could see her caving as he wrapped his arms around her, and I thought I saw something flash in Mason’s eyes.

  Guilt.

  I saw guilt riddling Mason’s face.

  “Stop it, Sarah. Please,” Emma said, begging.

  “If you want to get married, go ahead and get married. Good luck to the looney bin woman you chose. But if you want Emma, cut the games. Cut the manipulation. Cut the shit. She’s worth more than the life that flows through your body times ten, and anyone would be lucky to have her at their side.”

  “Sarah, stop!” Emma said, crying.

  “It’s all right, Emma. It’s okay,” Mason said.

  “Now, I’m sure once I hang up this phone, Emma will call you right back. I can’t stop her from that. Just know that I own the best talk show in the state of Texas, and I know your name. That’s a powerful weapon in my world. Best of luck with the marriage.”

  I hung up the phone, and Mason let Emma go. I tossed her phone back to her, watching her as she caught it. She tried to call him back, scrolling through her phone to find the number, but Mason’s hand darted out and slowly encompassed hers.

  His touch ceased all her movements, and I groaned with relief inside.

  “Why did you do that?” she asked, sniffling.

  “Because he keeps hurting you. He’s got you on his leash. In his pool, so to speak.”

  I saw Mason wince at that comment, and I wasn’t sure why. Probably because he’d pulled the same shit with women in the past. Go figure. Maybe this would give him a glimpse into what he actually fucking did to those women.

  “He keeps hurting you like the men in my life kept hurting me. You can’t afford him your power anymore. He only has the power over you that you give him.”

  “She’s right,” Mason said. “Believe me, she’s right.”

  My eyes rose to his, and the moment they connected, I felt my breath rush from my lungs. There were things swimming around in Mason Baker’s eyes I never thought I’d see. Guilt. Hurt. Compassion. Protection. Gone was the playboy with the smirk and the cocky confidence, and in his place was a protective brother who was getting a glimpse of how his life impacted people on the other side.

  He was seeing the repercussions of his actions, and I was watching as his eyes were slowly opened to the reality of his life.

  “I can’t help it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Emma said.

  “I know the feeling, trust me. There’s no judgment here. Just don’t talk to him anymore. Block his number if you have to. Start there, and work your way forward.”

  “And know we’ll be here every step of the way,” Mason said.

  “You mean that?” Emma asked as she looked up at him.

  “Every word of it,” he said.

  “Thank you,” she said as she looked back at me. “For being such a good friend. And thank you, Mason, for keeping yourself open to the idea of being my brother.”

  “I don’t think it’s an idea anymore,” he said, grinning.

  The two of them hugged, and I lowered my gaze to the ground. I wanted to give them some privacy, but I also needed to hold back some of my tears. This was all Emma had ever wanted over the years as she pursued Mason, and I couldn’t be happier for her than right now. This night had changed a lot, I could feel it.

  The question was, where did we all go from here?

  Chapter 24

  Mason

  I sat in my home trying to get work done, but all I could think about was Sarah. About how I fucked her in that bathroom and how she just went for it. The way she jumped and wrapped her legs around me threatened to spring my cock to life right there underneath my desk. I had to take a few deep breaths to keep myself steady. Holy fuck, that was one of the hottest things I’d ever done with a woman, and I’d done a great deal of experimenting in my years. How willing she was to give her body over to me. To trust me with it. It was intoxicating. She didn’t try to deny me or stop me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  I liked that adventurous side of her that was willing to try anything once. I started wondering about other places we could fuck. Maybe she would let me fuck her underneath one of the trees on my property, or finger her in a movie theater until she came all over my skin. I could take her on a trip and fuck her in the airport bathroom. I hadn’t done that one in a while, and I bet Sarah would be the kind of woman who would love it. I could rent a truck and put an air mattress in the bed of it. We could fuck on a cliff somewhere underneath the stars. Women liked that romantic shit all the time, and I bet she would eat it up.

  Then, Tony’s voice ripped me from my succulent, precious thoughts.

  “Daydreaming about tits again?”

  “Just one pair,” I said, grinning. “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Just one pair? You serious, man? You’re still going out with that chick?”

  “That chick is Sarah Williams, and yes. It’s just under the radar, and it has been the trip of a lifetime, let me tell you.”

  “She’s got you on her hook, man. You’re getting Mason Bakered,” he said.

  “Maybe so, but I love it. That tight little pussy of hers calls to me.”

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nbsp; “It’s odd. I’ve never seen you go back twice.”

  “I’ve done it a handful of times,” I said.

  “But never have you made it a regular thing. Never. Even before we got rich and famous with this company of ours, you never stuck around with women. I just shrugged it off as your mommy issues and kept trucking. But this woman’s got her talons in you.”

  “Look, dude. It’s not like that. There’s no feelings or seriousness. She’s fun and laid back. Totally cool about it being a no-strings-attached type of deal.”

  “Wait. She’s actually okay with no strings?” he asked.

  “Oh, yeah. She’s the one who preferred it that way. It’s the perfect fucking deal, man.”

  “So, you two what? Eat dinner, fuck, and leave?”

  “Pretty much. It’s wonderful,” I said, grinning.

  “Why do you always find the good ones?” he asked.

  “Because I’m Mason fucking Baker. Now, why’d you barge into my office and ruin my fun little daydreams?”

  “The interviews in Colorado got canceled.”

  “Both of them?” I asked. “Why?”

  “Apparently there’s been some big thing that’s happened. I don’t know, weather or pot or something. I don’t know. Either way, they called and canceled with us, so I canceled our travel plans.”