His Christmas Baby: A Friends to Lovers Romance

by Sullivan, Piper

  “You’re salivating, babe .”

  “It was completely drool worthy,” she insisted, squeezing my bicep for emphasis. “I love it .”

  I could tell by the way she lit up so beautifully. “Are you sure that you want to relocate to Almond Valley ?”

  “Yes. No. It’s the best move. I’ll have both our moms here if I ever need any help, and you heard my Mom, she’s ready for grandmotherhood .” Her laugh was forced, but I knew what she meant. “I need to save money and I’d like to raise my child someplace where they can learn how to care about other people. I love L.A. but I don’t think it’s that kind of place .”

  “Then we should put an offer in .”

  “We will,” she grinned. “On Monday so we don’t look desperate .”

  Sylvie had such a sharp mind. Rask hated it, but I had her look over every contract as soon as she felt confident doing so. At least now she wouldn’t have to fight with…Rask. I froze as the thought occurred. Instantly and absolutely. It was so clear .

  Sylvie stopped when she realized I wasn’t beside her and looked over her shoulder. “What? I said let’s go get some food. No more houses .”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “Well yes to food .”

  “And no to what, exactly ?”

  “What? Nothing. Look I have a really great idea. You should be my agent.” I’d tried to get her to do it once before, but she’d been eager back then to make her bones as a trial attorney. But now that wasn’t the case. Her legal expertise would come in handy with contracts, but she would also get to negotiate and travel. At least until the baby came. “It’s perfect .”

  “What are you talking about ?”

  “My agent. Rask is going to be out of commission until who the fuck knows. You’re a lawyer, you know my strengths and weaknesses. The pay is good. Think about it. Please?” I stepped closer, grabbing her hands and giving her my best puppy dog stare .

  “You know, I’ll think it over. Now let’s go, I’m hungry.” She clasped her hand to mine and pulled me along. It might take some doing, but I would convince her .

  “Mom said something about fried chicken for dinner, unless you’re in the mood for something else ?”

  “Fried chicken is something I am always in the mood for.” She patted her stomach and my mind flashed an image of her belly round and swollen with a baby. Our baby. What a trip that would be. “You can’t say fried chicken and then leave a girl hanging, Houston .”

  “Right.” I grinned and we wrapped up with the realtor and headed home .

  The sound of her phone broke the comfortable silence. “Sylvie Porter. Hi Marco. I thought you were on a beach somewhere.” She listened and her brow furrowed. “I’m not sure if you’ve been told, but--,” he cut her off and she stifled the eyeroll that threatened. “Of course. I’m not sure if that’s possible .”

  “It’s more than possible, Sylvie. It’s done.” His bark sounded pretty bad through the phone, no matter what Syl said about his bite .

  “I’m in the middle of making some changes in my life right now, but I am definitely interested. But you should know up front that I will very likely be leaving Los Angeles.” She listened, trying not to laugh. “No, I’ll still be in California. Let me give you my personal email .”

  “I already have it. I’m sorry to hear about your boyfriend. I thought he was set to win the Open .”

  She grinned. “He’s not my boyfriend but he will be happy to hear you say that.” She rattled off some other information and hung up, grinning like a fool. “Did I just get two job offers in under an hour ?”

  “You’re incredible, of course you did.” I hoped she would still consider my offer .

  “Well if Marco is serious too, I might not have to look for a job for a while .”

  I grinned. “Things are already looking up .”

  “You really want me to be your agent ?”

  “I do .”

  She nodded thoughtfully. “Even with the sex thing ?”

  “Yes. I want you to be my agent because I trust you more than anyone, plus you’re the most capable babe I know .”

  “And when I’m not a babe ?”

  I grinned. “Yeah, right. You were a babe at six .”

  She laughed and laid her hand on my thigh, leaving a trail of searing heat straight to my cock. “Stop trying to charm me Brady. I’m thinking about it. I’ll let you know .”

  I grinned as we finally arrived home and hopped out the car. A worry I barely realized I had rolled off my shoulders and I felt good .

  “On Monday,” she said as soon as I opened her door .

  “You wound me, Sylvie.” She laughed as I led her up the stairs and into the house. I inhaled deeply. “Ma came through .”

  “And I supplied the mashed potatoes, gravy and asparagus,” Fiona said from the living room. “They’re here Merry !”

  “Oh good!” Ma came hurrying from the kitchen, untying her apron and slipping on a pair of shoes that made it clear a trip to the ER was in her future. “We have book club, but tonight is more of a wine club where we talk about books, so we’ll be out late. Don’t wait up!” And in less than a minute they were both gone, leaving us alone in the silence .

  “What just happened ?”

  “I can’t tell if they’re being regular weird, or weirder than normal.” Lately I don’t think a shrink could tell. They enjoyed life but sometimes their little schemes were a little too out there .

  “I don’t’ think it matters. Especially when they left all the fried chicken to me .”

  “Us, you mean .”

  “Right. That’s what I said,” she corrected, looking far too innocent. “Let’s eat .”

  * * *

  “T here’s a possibility that I overindulged back there.” Sylvie lounged on the sofa beside me, more like half on me. We’d taken advantage of the bottle of tequila conveniently—and not so subtly—sitting in the center of the kitchen table .

  “Not me. I have a feeling I might go back for seconds later .”

  She groaned and curled in closer to me. “Don’t talk about it. Just fire up a shot of that devil’s spit .”

  “Way to make it sound appetizing .”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “Like we all drink tequila because of it’s rich, complicated flavor .”

  “Want to watch Lethal Weapon ?”

  “Nope.” She picked up her phone and placed it into the dock Ma sat right on top of the old stereo she refused to get rid of, ‘just in case’. A slow, sultry beat began, and her hips began to move in a figure eight that had my eyes crossing. I don’t know why suddenly I’m so aware of her but I needed to get this shit under control .

  How could I make a decision about being a father, or a father figure to a child objectively when I wanted to get my best friend naked? I would have her naked eventually, but that would be later and mostly perfunctory though I still planned to make sure we both had a good time .

  “Nice beat .”

  “I think so. Come dance with me.” I gave her a look .

  “I’m too full to move right now .”

  “Come on! Don’t be a spoilsport .”

  Like I could say no. And when I moved in close, inhaling her summery peach scent, I was glad I didn’t. It shouldn’t be sexy, it should be sweet. But fuck me, it was so sexy my dick stood up and took notice. “You’re drunk .”

  She swayed, her hips gliding against my hands in a hypnotic emotion that my heartbeat followed. “I’m not drunk. I’m relaxed. I’m happy. The job situation may have just worked itself out, thanks in part to you, and I might have found a house.” She leaned her head back until her long hair brushed against my knuckles, leaving her long graceful neck open to my salivating mouth .

  I should have resisted, but that little pulse beat up a storm, letting me know in no uncertain terms that she felt this too. This strange pull that had never existed between us before. It was as unsettling as it was thrilling. I leaned forward an
d slid my tongue up against her neck, nibbling my way down the other side as she gasped, her hands tightening around my shoulders. Slowly, I kissed my way up her neck again and placed open mouth kisses on her jaw as I continued the fevered journey to her mouth. Lush and succulent, ready for action, her mouth slayed me. Plump and tasting of apples, I kissed her long and hard. She clung to me, her chest heaving as lust kept her body glued to mine, and I didn’t think of my best friend. I just thought of the gorgeous willing woman in my arms, kissing me hotter and better than I’d ever been kissed .

  Leaving me harder than I’ve ever been over a fucking kiss .

  Sometime later, maybe months or years, she pulled back. Her eyes, looking so much bluer against her messy red hair against firelight, scanned my face and I couldn’t decipher her expression. “Damn,” she said, sounding breathless before she nodded and turned, disappearing upstairs .

  I dropped down on the sofa, adjusting my pants that were too fucking tight at the moment, with no relief in sight. Other than my hand. I couldn’t believe she just walked away after that kiss. I wanted her. I wanted to slide my cock deep into her heat, hear her moan my name as she came all over my dick .

  But she walked away .

  I took another shot, ignoring the fact that I would have to push back my next dose of pain killers. Ten minutes went by. Fifteen. Twenty. I’d fucking had it. Pushing off the sofa, I went upstairs full of piss and vinegar, ready to get to the bottom of this. But I froze at the door for a long moment, I had to check myself. This was my best friend, I couldn’t go in there like some pissed off horny teenager. One deep breath, and I pushed the door open, ready to see an angry Sylvie. Hurt maybe .

  Instead what I got was one long shapely leg covered in black fishnets. Black fucking fishnets. Sexy red heels that were so skinny and long, I bet her ass looked great in them. But Sylvie was lying across the bed in a seductive pose, tits spilling over a black and red lace negligee .

  “Sylvie, fuck. You look amazing .”

  She grinned and turned on her back, crossing her legs and dammit I couldn’t look away. “Thanks. I thought I might have to wait up here all night .”

  “I thought maybe I owed you an apology .”

  She frowned, confused. “Why? For a kiss so hot I would’ve come with the slightest pressure.” She pointed at the grin that spread across my face. “Not a compliment, a fact .”

  “Good to know. So, is all this…for me?” Yeah, I sounded hopeful and I was. I wanted to touch her all over with my hands and my mouth. Make her come so many times she couldn’t stand it before I gave her my cock .

  “And me. I’ve been thinking. We plan to do this to create a baby, but that kiss downstairs made me face something we’ve both been avoiding .”

  “What’s that?” I asked, bewildered by her grave tone .

  “Things are changing, Brady. We’re aware of each other now, and I don’t think it’s going to change anytime soon .”

  I could attest to that, every time I looked at her lips all I could think about was kissing them, having them wrapped around my cock. “Nothing is changing .”

  “It is, but it doesn’t have to be bad. I think we should have sex, right now. For us. Not to get pregnant, but strictly for pleasure .”

  My head was already nodding in agreement. “Just tonight ?”

  “Let’s see how you do first, hot shot .”

  “Challenge accepted.” I stripped out of my jeans but the t-shirt went a little clumsily with my arm. Before I could voice my need for help, Syl was there, pulling the shirt off gently and tossing it aside while her hands raked up and down my chest and abs. Then she removed hers .

  “This should feel weird,” she said and twirled her tongue over my nipple. “But it doesn’t.” She moved to the other, kissing across my chest and down my abs. “God, you smell so good .”

  She was going to kill me with nothing more than her deep, growly words. And her tongue, definitely that tongue would be listed as my cause of death. My hand roamed her curves freely, gliding over them, getting acquainted with them. Her tits felt even better than they looked, heavy and soft with stiff peaks .

  “Syl.”

  She pulled back. “What is it? Your arm?” Before I could answer she stepped off the bed and pushed me down. Gently. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t fucking love it either. I should have her on her back, pleasing her. “Don’t worry, you sit back and enjoy it. I’ll do all the work. And you’ll owe me.” She ground against my cock, sliding back and forth with nothing but lace and cotton separating us. Her hips never stopped, not even when she leaned forward and brought her sweet tits within tasting distance. I licked around a hard nub, then sucked it inside hard enough that she gasped. I did the same thing to the other one, her hips moving faster as her desire mounted. “Brady.” That was it, just my name .

  When she began kissing her way down my body, making my muscles jump and my skin heat, I relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Lifting my hips to help her get rid of my boxers, I sighed in pleasure when her hands wrapped around my cock, tugging gently. “Syl, yes .”

  “You’re bigger than I thought .”

  I laughed, but it turned to a groan as my cock disappeared in her mouth, slowly reappearing, red and slick from her tongue. “Is that a problem ?”

  “Not for me.” This time she kept her gaze on mine as she took me in her mouth again, bobbing and moaning and bringing me so much pleasure my muscles began to seize. Her tongue moved like a tornado inside her mouth, providing layers of moisture and friction and sensation, I worried I would come too soon. “Don’t fight it Brady.” Her other hand went to my sac, massaging me gently, and I lost it, moaning from somewhere deep inside as I erupted into her hot mouth .

  “Fuck! Syl!” She stayed there, holding me in her mouth as I rode out my orgasm, taking care to bring me back down. I grinned. Syl was considerate to her core. An incredible quality when it came to giving head .

  She sat up and licked her lips, snapping the last of my resolve. “Lie down,” I commanded as I stood, cock still leaking from my orgasm .

  “Bossy,” she said as she lay there, legs spread open so all I could see was a very pretty pink pussy that she—holy shit—just slid a finger into. She held it out to me and my cock stirred to life. “Lick .”

  I held her wrist, licking the finger clean and making my way up her wrist to her ear, her neck. I kissed my way down her body, using my good arm to hold my weight. By the time I made it to where I most wanted to taste her, she trembled with desire. One lick and she’d probably come. I held her lips open with two fingers, staring at her swollen, glistening nub, and licked her from her ass to her clit .

  “Brady!” Her hips bucked into me and I feasted on her plump pussy, tasting her sweet honey as it dripped freely from her arousal. I licked and sucked, while she gripped my hair tight and fucked my face. It was so fucking hot, I felt my cock fully swollen and leaking with the need to slide deep .

  But not yet .

  I added pressure with my teeth and there she went, splintering apart with my name on her lips as her orgasm roared out of her. Trembling and convulsing, she kept coming the more I licked her, which only made me more determined to see how many times I could get her to orgasm for me. By the third time she groaned, loose limbed and half dazed, before she made me want her even more .

  “Brady I love that, I really, really do. But I need your cock in me. Now .”

  I grinned and stood, smacking her ass as I took her spot on the bed. “Make it happen .”

  The challenge in her eyes made my cock so hard it ached down to my balls. She hopped on the bed and kicked a leg over my waist, rising up and using my body to steady her own. Gripping my cock in her hands, she pumped a few times and licked the bead of pre-come slowly .

  And then I was there, my cock nudging his way inside her hot wet pussy. It was warm as fuck, tight too and so wet I slid in easily. “Oh, yeah!” She moaned as she lowered herself all the way down, clenching around me until she was used
to the feel of me. “Brady .”

  “Yeah,” I groaned because I felt it. I didn’t know if I wanted to feel it, or if I even knew what the fuck to do with it , but for now I held on and enjoyed the ride. And what a ride it was, watching her big creamy tits bounce while her tight pussy gripped my cock hotly. It was too much stimulation and I didn’t think I would last much longer .

  “Your cock feels so good,” she moaned, leaning forward to kiss me and changing the angle. I gripped her ass with my good arm and pounded into her, hard and fast, like my life depended on it, until I felt the early flutters of an impending orgasm .

  “You feel good Syl. So fucking good.” I kissed her again, slow and drugging, a stark contrast to the rough and hungry way our bodies sought pleasure. We shouted our orgasms into one another, bodies too busy cradling each other through pleasure to worry about anything else .

  She continued to tremble in my arms, every time her pussy squeezed, it triggered an aftershock. “Wow. Yeah, I definitely want to do that again .”

  I groaned as her hips continued to slowly grind against me, like she couldn’t get enough of my cock. That was a heady feeling, and when enough time had gone by, I gave her exactly what she wanted .

  Sylvie

  “Y ou do realize that putting off the move to right before the holidays is insane, right?” Brady stood in the doorway of my bedroom, well our bedroom for the past week, with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his rugged face .

  I nodded. I knew it was insane but suddenly I had doubts about making the move so quickly. “I do, but what if the move isn’t the right thing? I’ll be able to serve you and Marco better if I’m here .”

  At least I hoped that was true because the alternative was that I was a coward, terrified of making a necessary change that I’d instigated. I could be pregnant already. I probably wasn’t, but the way we’d been going at it lately, anything was possible .

  Brady came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing those incredible lips against my skin. “I’m glad because we’ll have no privacy in Almond Valley. But you were convinced this was the right move, Syl .”