Baby Daddies: A Me, Myself & I Collection

by Fiona Davenport

“That’s where you’re wrong, lips,” I stated firmly. “You won’t be a single anything. Every motherfucker out there is going to know it because you’ll be wearing my ring and have my last name.”

  Madison’s mouth dropped open and she blinked at me owlishly for a moment. Then she shocked me when she let out a sob and tore herself from my arms, bolting from the room.

  I hurried after her, catching her just as she reached the front door. Before she could open it, I caught her around the waist and swung her up into my arms. She turned her face into my chest and continued to cry as I stalked into the living room and sat on the couch.

  I figured it wouldn’t do any good to try and get her to talk until she’d calmed down. So, I gently rubbed her back and waited. When she was more relaxed and softly sniffing, I lifted her face and wiped away her tears.

  “What’s going on, lips?”

  “Nothing,” she said with a hiccup. “The hormones must be messing with me already.”

  “Madison”—I narrowed my eyes and studied her face—“Hormones may have intensified your reaction, but something still had to have upset you. Was it what I said?”

  I held my breath while I waited for her answer. No matter what she said, I wasn’t going to let her go, but it would be much easier if I didn’t have to convince her.

  “I—well, I”—tears gathered in her eyes again—“could I have a glass of water, please?”

  I exhaled quickly and tried to be patient. “Sure, baby.” I set her on the cushion next to me and stood. Then a thought made me turn around and give her a stern look. “Don’t even think about running. If I have to chase you down, you won’t like the consequences.”

  She rolled her eyes but stayed settled in her seat and waved me away. “I’ll be right here, caveman.”

  A small grin stretched my lips as I turned and hurried to the kitchen. When I returned with her drink, she was still in the room but had moved to a chair where I couldn’t sit beside her.

  Exasperated, I shook my head as I walked over to her. I set her glass on an end table, then picked her up and took her seat, returning her to my lap. She grumbled under her breath but didn’t try to escape.

  “Spill it, Madison.”

  “You can’t just announce that we’re getting married and expect it to happen,” she huffed, suddenly indignant.

  “I beg to differ, lips.” I took her hands and kissed the back of each one. “However…would it have been better if I asked? Is that what upset you? You want a romantic proposal?” It seemed like a reasonable assumption to me.

  She frowned. “I don’t care about that. Well—it would be nice but not from you.”

  What. The. Fuck.

  I was sure she’d developed feelings for me. Had I missed something? An idea occurred to me, and my arms automatically tightened around her as rage bubbled to the surface. “There better not be someone else, Madison.”

  She glared at me and I practically heard her eye roll this time. “Exactly when would I have had time to meet someone else? We’ve spent every free minute fucking.”

  The anger receded, replaced by pride, and I smothered a smirk. I couldn’t help inwardly gloating a little over keeping my woman satisfied and knocking her up.

  “Seriously, Ethan?”

  “What?” I asked innocently.

  “You’re preening like peacock.”

  I raised a brow and looked down my nose at her, pretending to be offended…mostly. “A peacock, lips? I think you mean cocky like a stud.”

  “And that makes me what? A filly?” She wrinkled her nose, clearly not fond of that comparison, even as her lips quirked upwards the tiniest bit.

  I smiled, glad that her spirits seemed to have lifted. Perhaps, she would be more amenable to this discussion now.

  “What exactly is your opposition to marrying me?”

  Her humor dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. Damn it.

  “I think I’ve made it clear that I can raise this baby on my own. I’m not going to marry you just because you’ve suddenly decided you should do the noble thing.”

  I scowled at her assumption. “I don’t want to marry you just because you’re pregnant, Madison.”

  She bit her lip and shook her head. “Chemistry isn’t enough to build a marriage on either, Ethan. Our kid will be loved and taken care of whether we’re married or not. When and if I do get married, I want to be in love.”

  My heart stuttered at the thought that Madison might not love me like I did her. No. I knew she had feelings for me. And, I loved her…well, fuck. That’s when I realized I’d never told her.

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Apparently, I’m not being clear enough,” I sighed. “Let me spell it out for you.”

  I stood and carefully deposited her on the chair before kneeling at her feet. “Madison, I’m not going to lie, our chemistry and baby are definitely reasons for us to be together. But, they aren’t the most important.”

  Madison’s eyes widened as she studied my face. I took her hands in mine and tenderly kissed the tip of each finger. “I want to marry you because I am so very in love with you, lips. I’ve known you were mine since the moment we met.”

  “You love me?” she breathed, her voice filled with hope.

  I ran a finger down her cheek before cupping her neck and drawing her lips to mine. After a soft brush of our mouths, I pulled back and locked my gaze with hers. “Hopelessly.”

  Her chocolate eyes filled with moisture. It would have worried me, except they were also sparkling. “I love you, too.”

  I smiled wickedly. “Does that mean I’m not going to have to throw you over my shoulder, take you to the bedroom, and keep you tied to the bed until I convince you to marry me?”

  Madison’s cheeks turned pink even as her eyes filled with heat. “I don’t know, Neanderthal. Maybe you should ask me and find out.”

  “I don’t remember asking in the first place, lips,” I retorted. “But, if it makes you feel better…” I brought up one knee and cupped her face. “Madison, I love you and this little life we’ve created. I want nothing more than to be tied to you in every way. Will you marry me?”

  “Hmmm.” Madison bit her lip and looked at the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought. “I don’t know. Hmmm…”

  I narrowed my eyes in warning and growled, “Madison.”

  “I’m just not sure.” She smiled mischievously.

  “I guess I have no choice then.” I shook my head with mock disappointment.

  I stood and grabbed Madison, putting her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold. She squeaked, and I slapped her ass as I stalked to the bedroom, careful not to bounce her.

  “Just remember, lips”—I grinned—“you brought this on yourself.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Madison

  Of course I’d brought it on myself, I wanted to see—and experience—everything Ethan was going to do to me in his attempt to “convince” me to marry him. After he gently placed me on the mattress, I grinned up at him and winked. “Damn straight I did.”

  His dark eyes were full of adoration and humor as he chuckled, “That’s only one small part of why I love you.”

  I’d never grow tired of hearing him say those three little words. My heart felt like it swelled to the point of where it would burst with emotion. “And your methods of persuasion are only one of the many reasons why I love you.”

  His lips tilted up in a grin of pure, male satisfaction. “Then I guess I’d better put them to good use so you’ll agree to marry me.”

  He made quick work of stripping us both out of our clothes, and it was barely a moment later when he crawled over my naked body. I slid my hands up his muscular arms, pausing to trace the tattoos on the left side, and over his shoulders to dig my fingers into his taut skin and pull him closer. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

  He lowered his head and nibbled at my bottom lip before whispering, “You better let me in on all of your secrets.”


  “Or else?”

  He pressed his hips into me, and his hardened length slid through my wetness. “Oh, definitely or else, lips.”

  “Ooh, I’m shaking in my boots.” I wrapped my legs around him, locking my feet together behind his ass. “Or I would be if I had any on.”

  “I like the sound of that.” The change in position shifted his cock, and the tip nudged my entrance. The slightest movement of his hips had him sinking in another inch, and it felt so damn good. The mere mention of him tying me to the bed had turned me on. Then his naked body, with all of its sexy muscles and tattoos, had taken me from damp to drenched. “Remind me to get you a pair of sexy boots. Black.” He pulled back and my pussy clenched, trying to keep him inside. “Or maybe red.” He sunk forward again, giving me two inches that time. “You’ll be hot as fuck in them either way, and I’ll get to feel them digging into my ass while your tight pussy clamps around me.”

  “You could feel all of that without the boots if you’d just move already, dammit!” I wiggled my hips and dug my heels into his ass more while I whimpered in frustration. I wasn’t sure if it was early pregnancy hormones or not, but it felt like my libido was out of control. My fuse was always lit with Ethan—hence me going home with him the first night we met and then us fucking like rabbits ever since—but I’d never felt like I was going up in flames quite this quickly before.

  And he knew it too, even though he stayed right where he was, torturing me by keeping just the tip of his cock in me no matter how much I moved. “Not until you share your secret with me, lips.”

  “Oh, right. That.” He was too damn sexy for my own good because I’d kind of forgotten my line of thinking. Either that, or baby brain was already affecting me. “My secret is...yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

  His dark eyes lit with pure joy, but that didn’t stop him from teasing me. Pressing his hands deeper into the mattress, he lifted his weight off of me. “Then I guess I can cancel my plans for sexually torturing a yes out of you.”

  I yanked him back down until his body pressed against mine. “Only if you give me a sexual reward for saying yes instead.”

  “That can definitely be arranged.” He flashed me a wicked grin. “As often as you’d like.”

  “For the rest of our lives.”

  Judging by the groan that rumbled up his chest, he really liked my response—almost as much as I liked his reaction to it. His mouth devoured mine, our tongues tangling together as his cock plunged deep into my body with one powerful thrust of his hips. My head flew back, crashing against the pillows. It put my breasts closer to Ethan’s mouth, and he dipped his head to wrap his lips around one of my nipples. Each tug of his mouth sent a zing of sensation straight from my breasts to my clit.

  He lifted his head to switch to the other side and murmured, “I love knowing these are mine to tease and play with for the rest of our lives.” His hips tilted, sending his cock even deeper into me. “And your tight little pussy is all mine, too. For the rest of our lives, I’m the only one who’s going to get to feel you like this.”

  “The rest of our lives,” I repeated on a sigh, loving the sound of it. Needing to get even closer to him, I squeezed my legs tighter and thrust my fingers into his dark hair.

  He released my nipple with a pop and shifted upwards to claim my mouth in a deep kiss. Our breath mingled and tongues tangled while our bodies moved together in unison. Each time he thrust into me, my hips rose up to meet him. We were perfectly aligned and wrapped up in each other, as close as we could get. Not just physically, but emotionally too.

  It wasn’t just sex—and with our eyes locked together, I realized it never had been. The emotion blazing down at me had been there all along. Just like my feelings had been for him. We’d been falling in love from the first moment, only I hadn’t allowed myself to see it. Lucky for both of us, fate had stepped in and given us a second chance when he found me waiting for him in his office.

  “I love you so much,” I panted into his mouth.

  He broke off our kiss and dropped his forehead against mine, his hold on my hips tightening as he sunk his cock deep into me. “Every time we’re together, it’s somehow better than the last. I can’t wait to see what it’ll be like years from now.”

  I was breathless as I responded, “We have years and years of countless orgasms ahead of us.”

  “How about I give you one right now?” he asked, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

  “Yes. Oh God, yes!” I cried as his cock thrust in and out of me, bottoming out on each drive. He didn’t give me time to recover before he was deep inside of me again. In and out, over and over again. Hard. Fast. Primal.

  His lips claimed mine again as my orgasm ripped through me. He continued to rock against me, lengthening my release before he followed me over the edge. He groaned into my mouth, his hot come filling me to overflowing and triggering another mini-orgasm in me. When we were both done, he collapsed on the mattress next to me and wrapped his body around mine. He didn’t stay there for long, though.

  “Hey, no fair. I was comfy,” I complained when he released me to turn away. He reached one, long arm out and yanked open the top drawer of the bedside table. When he twisted back and I saw the small jewelry box he held, I rose up on an elbow to stare at it in surprise. Ethan took full advantage of my orgasm and shock induced stupor, lifting the ring out of the box and sliding it onto my finger.

  “You got me a ring?” I gasped, lifting my hand up to gape at the diamond solitaire.

  “Of course I did, lips. I told you that I knew you were mine all along.”

  Seeing the proof of it right in front of my eyes had me pulling him close for another round of those orgasms we got to give each other for the rest of our lives.

  Epilogue

  Ethan

  I curved my hand around my son’s head and placed the other on his diaper covered bottom. He was resting on my chest, skin to skin, and I could feel the hurried beat of his little heart. Sometimes, I still couldn’t believe he was real. Gazing down at his sleeping face, I couldn’t resist brushing a soft kiss over his forehead.

  “I think my ovaries just exploded.”

  Looking up, I saw my wife standing in the doorway to the bedroom, leaning against the jam, her hands clasped between her breasts. Her eyes were damp, but a beautiful smile graced her lips as she watched us.

  “Well that would be inconvenient since I intend to knock you up again as soon as possible,” I drawled.

  Madison chuckled for a moment but stopped suddenly when she saw the determined expression on my face. She gaped at me before sputtering, “Ethan, Caden is only eight weeks old!”

  I raised a brow and cocked my head to the side. “Nash gave you the all clear, right?” I’d been counting down the days until we could make love again.

  “Yes but—”

  “And, most women are extremely fertile right after they’ve had a baby,” I said clinically.

  Madison put her hands on her hips and frowned with exasperation. “That may be true, but it doesn’t mean we have to—”

  “Don’t make me convince you, lips,” I warned playfully. Her face flushed, and I smiled wickedly, knowing the direction her thoughts had taken. Not above playing dirty, I kissed my little man again and murmured how much I loved him and his mom. It was true, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t aware of how much it would affect Madison. I could practically see her melt.

  Then she snapped back to reality and shook her head adamantly. “It’s too soon, Ethan. We’ll talk about this later.” Then she marched out of the room, pausing at the door to glance back again with a soft expression. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and disappeared.

  My eyes followed her sweet little ass until I could no longer see it. I held in a chuckle so as not to startle Caden. I wouldn’t call what we’d be doing later “talking.”

  I plunged deep into Madison’s pussy again, muffling her cry of pleasure with a kiss. She pulled frantically at the silk ties
holding her to our bed. “Please, Ethan. I want to touch you.”

  “But, I haven’t convinced you yet,” I panted as I retreated and thrust back in, bottoming out. “I can’t get enough of seeing you pregnant, Madison. Knowing you had a life we made growing inside you. It makes me hard as fuck.” My spine began to tingle but I forced it back, not ready for this to be over. “Don’t you want another baby, lips?”

  “Yes!” she hissed as I shifted the angle of my hips so I sunk even deeper. “Oh yes! Yes!”

  I would have grinned if I hadn’t been strung tight with the effort to hold back my orgasm. “Do you want my come filling your pussy, baby?”

  She whimpered and bucked her hips, her walls squeezing my dick so hard, the suction made it difficult to pull out. “Oh, fuck! I’ll take that as a yes, lips.”

  Slipping a hand between us, I pinched her swollen little bud as I crashed my mouth down over hers. She bit her lip to stifle a scream as she shattered, her back arching and her legs gripping my hips like a vice. With a shout, I buried every fucking inch of my cock in her tight channel and let my orgasm wash over me as I jetted stream after stream of come into her womb.

  When we had finally caught our breath, I stayed inside her as I reached up and untied her hands. Still hovering over her, I kissed her tenderly, before a smug grin stretched across my face. “I knew you wanted me to get you pregnant again.”

  Madison glared at me without any real anger behind it. “It shouldn’t count when you’re asking me and making me come at the same time.”

  I scoffed and gave her a pointed look. “That’s when I knew you’d be the most honest.”

  She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, Mr. Know-it-all. You were right. Don’t let it go to your head,” she grumped.

  I grinned and rotated my hips so she could feel that I was already long and hard again. “Which head, baby?” I teased. She moaned as I continued to gyrate. “Because I think you like it when this one gets big.”