by Hamel, B. B.
He reaches around my hips and starts to tease my clit. I groan and jerk my hips back against him, bucking into his large cock, letting him split me in two. I take his thumb between my teeth and bite, and he grunts with a pleasing gasp as he thrusts harder inside of me. I release him and he slaps my ass, grunting his pleasure, and I push back harder.
I’m totally losing myself, but it’s not like it was before. I wanted to forget those other times, run away from my problems, from my pregnancy. I had such a big secret that I couldn’t tell him, and it weighed so heavily on my conscience that it almost hurt. When he fucked me, that weight went away.
Now, that weight’s gone permanently, and he just feels so incredibly good. It’s like multiplying myself, making myself more than I am, all because his big, strong body can take me like this.
“Come on, big daddy,” I whisper to him, and that just makes him groan. He pulls back and shoves some papers, some mail, and a bowl of fruit onto the floor as he lifts me up onto the island. He spreads my legs, diving down with his tongue and teeth, sucking and licking my clit.
I dig my fingers into his hair and groan. I’m moaning so loudly, like I’ve never moaned before, but there’s no sense of self-consciousness here. It’s just pure, unbridled animal pleasure. He pulls back and presses his cock inside of me again, pulling me up against him, hugging me tight as he thrusts up into me.
I gasp and he fucks me hard and deep. I spread my legs wide as he pushes me back. I press my breasts together, leaning back on my elbows, and he rails into me. I want to watch his face while he fucks me, the father of my child, the big man that’s going to take care of me.
I pull him tighter and he fucks me harder, slamming into me. I’m so close it almost hurts, the orgasm hovering just on the edge of my consciousness. I want it so badly, need it to rip through me, make me feel good.
He pushes me back, spreads me wide, and fills me up. “Come for me, you dirty girl,” he says softly. “Come for your baby’s daddy.”
I groan, but I can’t help myself. I come hard, blinding and intense. He thrusts up into me, making my breasts bounce with every rough stroke, and I know I can’t help myself. He comes a moment later, filling me with his hot cum, and I move my hips, wanting every single drop.
Slowly we finish together. I slide down off the island, into his arms. He hugs me tight, leaning up against the counter. We stay like that for a little while, breathing together, sweating together.
Finally, I break the silence. “I thought you were going to be mad.”
“I don’t know how I feel,” he says honestly. “But I’m definitely not mad.”
“I should have told you sooner. I just… with everything…”
“I understand,” he says. “You should have told me. But I understand.”
I nod a little bit, and he kisses me again. “It’ll be okay,” he says. “I promise.”
“How?” I ask. “This baby… what we have… we can’t have it.”
“We can,” he says fiercely. “And we’re going to. Understand?”
I nod, a little meek. He kisses me again and I wrap my arms around his huge frame, hugging him close.
I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life, but I’ve also never felt so fulfilled. It’s such a strange feeling, knowing this man wants me to have my baby. I don’t know if he’s going to stay with me to help raise it, or if we can even have that kind of relationship. He’s the head of the union, after all. We’re on opposite sides of the table.
Still, I want that. I realize it deep down inside of me. I want to be with him, and I want him to stay and raise this baby with me. I know it’s irrational, but it’s so powerful that I can barely breathe. The thought of being with this man, letting him take care of me, letting him into my life… it’s terrifying, but it’s exciting.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this excited for something before in my life. I’ve done a lot of things, but never something so difficult and scary and intense. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world, because it’s bringing me closer to Samuel.
He’s my baby’s daddy, and we’re going to be bound together forever. I don’t know how that’s going to look. It probably won’t be simple, probably won’t be clean. But maybe I like messy and complicated, as long as it’s with him. Anything else and it just wouldn’t feel as good.
24
Samuel
I’m going to be a father.
The thought keeps coming back to me, over and over. I never knew I had any interest in being a father. For all my life, I’ve tried to avoid just this exact thing happening.
And yet with Amelia, it doesn’t feel like the end of the world at all. So many guys talk shit and joke about getting a girl pregnant and running away, but I don’t think that’s funny. The idea of leaving Amelia alone makes me sick.
I want to be better than the people in this town. There are so many guys with deadbeat parents, missing fathers, abusive relatives, all that shit. I didn’t exactly grow up in a loving and peachy household. But I want to break that cycle. I want to get out of that, treat my baby the way he or she should be treated.
It’s such a terrifying idea. It’s hard and it’s messy but it’s right.
I glance over at Amelia. She’s in my truck, pregnant and smiling. That thought keeps coming back to me. She’s pregnant, with my baby.
“Think this is a good idea?” she asks.
I nod. “It’ll be fine. Most guys won’t be around, anyway.”
“I know they don’t like me,” she says softly.
“It’s not you,” I say. “It’s your job. Your office. What you represent.”
“I know. I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
“It doesn’t. We can make it better, right?”
“Right.” She takes a deep breath. “But you need to meet me in the middle. I have people depending on me, too.”
“We’ll make it work,” I say, suddenly confident that we will.
I don’t know where this confidence is coming from. We haven’t been able to come to any sort of agreement since that first contract. But maybe this baby is changing everything, and maybe that’s a good thing.
We park outside of The Shaft and head in together. Just like I predicted, most of the guys are gone. Still, we get some looks, but I just ignore them. Amelia sticks close to me as we head across the room, over toward Roy.
He looks up, nod to me, and then looks surprised to see Amelia. He stands quickly and they shake hands.
“Didn’t expect to see you in here,” he says honestly.
She laughs. “I didn’t expect to be in here.”
“I’m glad you are.” He gestures and the three of us sit down.
I take a deep breath. “I wanted you to be here, Roy, to hear what we talk about. So there’s no suggestion of…” I trail off, not sure how to put it.
“Impropriety,” Amelia offers for me.
“What she said.”
Roy grins. “What’s this now?”
“Some things are gonna come out about Amelia and me,” I tell him. “Sooner or later. But I don’t want that to affect what we accomplish.”
“Okay,” Roy says slowly, clearly not fully understanding. “What are we accomplishing?”
“We’re hashing out a contract, right here and now.” Amelia pulls a stack of papers from her bag. “You boys ready?”
Roy sighs. “At least let me order drinks. Samuel, whiskey? What about you, Amelia?”
“None for me,” she says.
“Whiskey for me,” I say. She gives me a little look and I wink at her.
Roy comes back with drinks a minute later, and then we dive in.
Guys come and go throughout the night. Some say hello, but most just ignore us, probably guessing rightly that we’re fucking working. I go through a couple whiskeys, and Roy drinks his beers, and he doesn’t comment on the fact that Amelia’s not drinking. I doubt he really knows why, but I’m not going to test that theory.
A few hours pas
s. We slowly move through the original contract, making changes, haggling over little details. The sun sets outside, more guys come into the place, and soon it’s getting late. We break to get some food, but we end up arguing instead of eating, and our burgers go cold on the table.
By the time midnight rolls around, I’m fucking exhausted, and all my optimism is gone.
“Let’s take a break,” I suggest. “I’m fucking fried.”
Roy nods, clearly ready to be finished with this. “We’re not getting anywhere.”
“That’s not true,” Amelia says. “We’re making progress. We’re just… not making the numbers add up.”
“You and your fucking numbers,” I say, sighing. “Why can’t those numbers be your problem?”
She gives me a look. “I guess they are. But they’re also yours.”
I groan, get up, and get a whiskey. By the time I come back, she’s already deep into the contract again, and I can barely follow what she’s saying at this point.
Amelia’s damn smart, definitely smarter than me. Sure, I can work hard, fight, mine, do all that shit. When it comes to numbers, Amelia’s got me beat hands-down. Still, I know what the guys want, really what they need, and she’s not able to give me everything. She’s barely able to meet me in the middle.
“There has to be a way,” I say, after another hour of haggling.
“We’re so close,” she says. It’s after one in the morning. I want to fall the fuck asleep. Roy’s leaning back in his seat, head against the wall, eyes closed. I’m pretty sure he’s been asleep for a half hour like that, which should be surprising, but I feel like joining him.
Even Amelia’s starting to look worn. She’s been dedicated to figuring this thing out, barely taking any breaks at all. But she’s also negotiating from her position as the CEO of her company, and she’s not just giving us everything we want. We’re genuinely trying to find a middle ground, and while we’re close, it feels like we’re still so far away.
Amelia leans back and sighs, rubbing her eyes. The bar’s slowly clearing out as guys head home. Most of them are pretty drunk, which isn’t a surprise. They have nothing else to do but drink and waste time while this strike drags on and they don’t get paid.
“We’re just short,” she says finally. “We need to be able to meet our revenue projections, but we can’t do it with these numbers.”
“And we can’t go back to work for less,” I say, sighing. “Seriously Amelia. This is the minimum.”
Roy snores a little bit and I just ignore that useless asshole.
She rubs the bridge of her nose. “There has to be something we’re missing. Some place we can compromise on to make this work.”
“I’ve been compromising,” I say, suddenly getting annoyed. I know I’m letting my exhaustion get the better of me. We’ve kept this really civil and honest this whole time, and I don’t want to ruin it now.
She raises an eyebrow. “We both have, Samuel. I’m not your enemy. We have to get something that can work for both of us.”
I sigh. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”
“I am too.” She smiles at me a little bit and drops her hands from her face. “Exhausted, actually. You kept me up late.”
I laugh a little. “You sure you want to say that in front of Roy?”
“He’s asleep,” she says, waving him away.
“Fair enough.” I sigh and sip my whiskey. “So we need more money. Where can you get it from?”
She shrugs. “I really don’t know. I’ve gone over this whole thing, cross-referenced cost projections and salaries and…” She stops suddenly, mid-sentence.
“And what?” I ask her.
“Hold on as second.” She grabs her folder and rifles through her papers. She stops and pulls one out, and then laughs, shaking her head. “Look at this.”
She turns the paper around to me. As far as I can tell, it’s just a bunch of numbers. Big numbers, but they’re meaningless to me. “What is it?” I ask her.
“Those are the salaries of all the top corporate employees.”
My eyes go wide. “Holy shit. Really?”
“Really. And I’m on here too.” She points at a stupidly big number.
“Holy shit, Amelia. I knew you were rich, but… you really get paid that much every year?”
“Apparently.” She laughs again, shaking her head. “It’s so obvious, isn’t it?”
I stare at her and a small smile starts to come across my face. I think I know where she’s going with this, and I think I like it a lot.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“I’m rich already. Why the fuck would I need to make this much money? Hell, why would any of these guys need this much money?”
“So you’re just going to cut your own salary?”
“Not just mine.” Her grin is wicked. “Every single top-level employee. I’ll take a ninety percent cut. And the rest of them can eat maybe sixty percent.”
“Think your board’s going to accept this?”
“Probably,” she says, laughing. “I mean, I don’t know. It won’t cut their pay, but… it’s unorthodox. We may lose a lot of top managers.”
“Amelia,” I say, frowning. “It sounds like you’re shooting yourself in the foot.”
She laughs again, and I have to admit, her joy is infectious. I find myself grinning even if I think this isn’t the best idea in the world.
“Trust me,” she says. “It’ll be okay. Maybe I won’t cut their pay that much… I can probably cut mine by ninety-five percent, and only cut theirs by fifty. I don’t know. I’ll have to do the math.” She leans forward, grinning. “But this is where the money’s going to come from.”
“You’re taking money from the rich and you’re giving it to the poor.”
She grins huge. “Exactly. I’m a regular old corporate Robin Hood.”
We laugh together loudly, and Roy suddenly wakes up with a jerk. He looks at us, a little bleary. “What’s going on?” he asks.
“We just figured it out,” I say to him, clapping him on the shoulder. “Good job, Roy.”
“Oh, uh, yeah, of course. No problem.” He grins, a little disoriented, and we all laugh together. It’s a joyous and absurd moment, and although it doesn’t last very long, it still feels good.
We get up and leave not long after that. Amelia has to get some sleep so she can put this all together and present it to the board. We get into the truck together and start heading back to her place.
“Want me to stay over?” I ask, giving her a little look.
She shrugs, smiling. “I’ve got plenty of room.”
“I bet it’s lonely in that big house.”
“It is,” she says honestly. “I’m happy. I mean, I’m glad you want to stay.”
I nod and look back to the road. We drive together in silence for a little while until we get to her place. I park behind her car and follow her inside.
Her house is proof that she doesn’t need to be paid that absurd salary, and I bet if I went to the houses of all the big corporate bosses, they’d all have places like this. No person needs all of this, not even close to it. Hell, even with a fifty percent pay cut, they’ll still be making damn good money, just not absurdly good money.
I’m worried it’s going to backfire on her, but I need to trust her. We head into her big house and I follow her upstairs, up into her room. Without really discussing it, we get into her big shower together, and I kiss her slowly, pinning her body against the wall.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper in her ear.
“What?” she asks. “Letting you kiss me like that?”
I laugh softly. “No, I mean, everything.”
“The baby?”
I nod, meeting her gaze.
She bites her lip and nods back. “I’m sure.”
“Good.” I kiss her one more time, and soon enough, I’m down on my knees, tongue between her legs. Every shivering, intense, shuddering breath she takes makes me want he
r even more, but I don’t stop until she comes again and again, gasping, moaning, begging for more.
We dry each other off, get into bed, and we sleep, our bodies intertwined, deep and comfortable. It’s the happiest I’ve been in a long, long time, and I feel like we’re finally reaching something. Although what it is, I don’t really know.
25
Amelia
I wake up with Samuel in my bed, and I can’t stop smiling.
I check the clock. It’s late, a little past nine. I’m late for work, but I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m the CEO, after all.
I slowly get out of bed, go into the bathroom, and brush my teeth. It’s silly to worry about morning breath with Samuel, considering he did get me pregnant already, but I can’t help it. I fix my hair up and climb back under the covers, cuddling up close.
He wakes up not long later. “Morning,” he says, stretching out.
“Morning.” I kiss his bare, muscular chest.
“I don’t think I’ve slept like that in a long time.”
“Yeah?” I ask. “Me neither. I feel rested for once.”
“Same.” He laughs and gets out of bed. I watch him hustle off to the bathroom, and I stretch out, smiling to myself.
Suddenly, the doorbell downstairs chimes. It startles me, and I have to double-check the time. Samuel pops his head out from the bathroom, frowning. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, and I’m in shorts and an old t-shirt.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Doorbell. Probably just a delivery or something.”
“You expecting something?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think so.”
His frown deepens. He leaves the room and pulls his pants and his shirt on quickly.
“It’s probably nothing,” I say to him. “You don’t have to check it out. Come back to bed.”
But the bell chimes again, twice in fact, the second one impatient and insistent. He looks at me, a serious expression.
“Stay here.”
“Wait,” I say, but he’s already leaving. I sigh and flop back into bed. I’m sure it’s just the UPS guy, getting impatient, wanting a signature. I don’t know what’s got Samuel so worried.
