by Amy Brent
“So you’re okay with this so far?” I asked.
“Are you?” she asked.
Her eyes danced between mine before they fell to my lips. I rose my hand up to cup her cheek, feeling her soft skin beneath my hands. I guided her lips to mine and felt her press into me. I felt her hand fall to my thigh as she tried to lean in closer.
“I’m more than okay,” I said.
I leaned her back onto the bed and her legs spread for me. Just as they always had, and just as they always would. Her hands ran up and down my back, massaging me and curling into my skin as my hand crept up her bare thigh. She was a beautiful woman. An entrancing woman. A woman I couldn’t get enough of. From those days of pining over her while at their house with Justin all the way until now, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind.
I was never letting this woman go, no matter what was thrown our way.
My lips kissed down her cheek. Her neck. Her breasts. I laced our fingers together and pinned her wrists to the bed. I peeled her dress off her body, tossing it off to the side before I rid her of her other clothes.
Then I slid mine off my body. Slowly. Torturously. While watching Jessi lick her lips.
I knelt onto her bed and I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating against my thigh. I pressed her down onto the bed, her hands meandering over my torso. She was taking in the divots of my muscles, watching as my skin twitched at her touch.
Her eyes were darkened with a hazy lust as I took her hands within mine.
I pinned them above her head and settled between her legs. I drew one of her nipples between my lips as she squirmed against me. Her hips rolled and her body bucked. Her legs were wrapping around me and trying to pull me into her.
But I released her hands just long enough to wrap my arms underneath her legs before threading our fingers together again.
I had her pinned. Her hands couldn’t touch me and her legs couldn’t provide leverage to buck. I rose up onto my knees as her feet were tossed over my shoulders. My cock sat at her entrance, teasing her with its swollen warmth as she panted.
“Please, Chris. I need you.”
“Oh sweet girl. What have I told you about patience?” I asked.
I slid into her, groaning with every inch. Her body shook for me. Throbbed around me as I sank into her juicy pussy. I watched myself inch all the way in, her arousal slicking my cock. It glistened as I pulled back out, the white streaks giving away how much she wanted me.
How much Jessi wanted my cock inside of her.
Slowly, I slid back into her. I pulled shivers from her body as her legs locked around my neck. She was trying anything she could. Anything to gain some semblance of control.
But it wasn’t hers to have tonight.
It wasn’t hers to have at all.
I slowly bent her in half, then pinned her hands above her head. My lips hovered over hers as she panted, my body resting on the backs of her thighs. She was quaking. Her tits were puckered to peaks so painful her nipples were turning blue. My cock was sheathed within her warmth, her pussy throbbing in an attempt to pull me in deeper.
“Such a greedy little body,” I said.
“Please move. Please, Chris.”
“So polite for me,” I said.
I slowly slid back out before I slammed myself back in.
I crashed my lips to hers, muffling her sounds so she wouldn’t wake Caleb. She arched into me, her teeth nibbling on my lower lip. I pounded into her, taking my time and feeling her pussy pulse around me. Her juices were dripping down my balls as they smacked her ass. I could feel her legs jolting every time my curls toggled her clit.
She moaned into my lips with every stroke I took.
I opened my eyes and found hers as I picked up the pace. I kept kissing her. Over and over again as our eyes stayed locked on each other. Faster and faster I went, her tits jumping against me as I slammed into her body. Our eyes never disconnected and her hands tightened around mine, her nails digging into my skin.
“Chris. I—I love—Chris. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Her body arched into mine as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her pussy clamped around my dick, causing my hips to stutter. I picked up the pace, dragging out her orgasm as I covered my mouth with hers. She groaned and whimpered into me, my throat swallowing her sounds down.
I pinned her wrists further into the bed as her body gave itself over to me.
Her back dropped to the bed, but I didn’t stop. I rolled deeply into her, feeling her shivering with every stroke I took. My cock was pulsing and my hips were stuttering. My toes were digging into the bed as my knees tried to find leverage. Her pussy was pulling me in. Jessi was pulling me in. My forehead fell into hers and our lips disconnected, and we began to breathe each other’s air.
I was filled with her, and her with me. And there was nothing that could have physically separated us.
“I love you, sweet girl. More than you could imagine.”
I released her hands and gathered her up into my arms as her legs slid from my shoulders. Her arms wrapped around my neck as her body sank down onto my cock one last time. I fell back onto the bed, our bodies bouncing as I held her hips close to mine.
I filled her body with my cum as her pussy hungrily swallowed it down.
Her face burrowed into the crook of my neck as my arms cloaked her back. I was panting for air as sweat dripped down onto the bed. I kissed her shoulders and her neck. Her cheek and her lips. I pushed her hair back from her forehead so I could take a look at her hazy post-orgasmic stare.
It was my favorite look in her eyes.
I rolled her over to the side and her body nuzzled into me. Completely mine and completely submissive with a dash of sass from beginning to end. I tugged the covers up over our bodies to shield us from the cool air of her room.
Then I wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep with my cock still buried in her pussy.
She was beautiful and she was soft. She was graceful and she was fierce. She was the mother of my child and the woman of my dreams, and she was mine.
Jessi and Caleb were mine.
And no one would ever rip me away from them again.
Chapter 39
Jessi
I woke up the next morning tangled up in Chris’s arms. I could hear Caleb grunting in his crib, but I didn’t want to move. Chris was warm and inviting, and for the first time since I had seen him at that runway job I wanted to enjoy him. Rest against him. Fall into his body and not get up.
But Caleb’s cries were growing and I wanted Chris to get some rest.
I slid from the bed and grabbed my robe from the floor. I slipped on a pair of panties and tied a bow around my waist, then headed for Caleb’s crib. I picked up my crying son and carried him into the kitchen where I promptly got to work on his breakfast.
A scrambled egg and applesauce.
I was working on getting the coffee pot to work when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. A warm pair of lips descended to my neck and I giggled as Chris kissed me. He reached around me and grabbed a piece of toast that had popped up from the toaster, then he scooted a chair out from underneath the kitchen table.
“Good morning, baby boy. How’d you sleep?”
Caleb cooed at Chris and it warmed my heart.
“I slept well, thank you for asking. What are you eating? Did Mommy fix you some eggs? Mmm, those look good. Does Mommy have any more eggs?”
“Mommy can make more eggs,” I said with a grin. “How does Daddy like those eggs?”
I looked back and watched my son smiling at Chris as he looked at me.
“Anyway Momma can fix them is fine,” he said.
I smiled at the stove as I began to cook breakfast for all of us. When the coffee was done, Chris got up and made me a mug to sit at my side. He sat back down beside Caleb and the two of them continued to talk back and forth. I saw Chris even help Caleb with a piece of egg that was being stubborn.
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“If you want to stick around today and spend some more time with Caleb, you can,” I said.
“Would you be okay if I took Caleb to my place?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t have a problem with that. Though I haven’t taken Caleb to the ocean or anything.”
“What? You live right by it,” he said.
“Well, a lot of factors go into it. People like to take photographs of me and I don’t want Caleb plastered around everywhere. Then there’s the sunblock and the sand. I was scared he would eat it and all sorts of crazy stuff.”
“You never just took a chair and sat with him as the ocean tide came in?” he asked.
“It never occurred to me to do so. I was so tired all the time and I was sleeping every chance I could get in the beginning.”
“Well you won’t have that issue now. I want to be around to help out as much as I can.”
“Then by all means, stay,” I said.
The two of us ate breakfast and Chris continued to bond with Caleb. He took Caleb and cleaned him up after breakfast and then I packed us up to go to the beach. I made sure we all had sunblock and changes of clothing and plenty of snacks and drinks. Then I piled us all into my car and we drove over to the beachfront property where Chris lived.
We set ourselves up on the sand and there weren’t as many people as I thought there would be. I put some sunblock on Caleb and put little floaties on his arms in case he became adventurous today. I watched Chris pick him up and take him towards the water. The two of them played in the puddles the ocean waves were leaving behind and my gut clenched. This was what had been missing between Caleb and I. A dynamic I couldn’t give him that he could only get with his father. Caleb was laughing up a storm as he kicked the water around, and Chris was there to watch him every step of the way.
Seeing the two of them playing together like that brought tears to my eyes.
“I think he’s ready for a snack,” Chris said.
“Good thing I brought plenty,” I said. “You want some banana, buddy? Hmm?”
But then I saw Caleb nuzzling into Chris’s shoulder.
“I don’t think he’s hungry,” I said, with a grin. “I think he’s tired.”
“Do you want to take him inside?”
“Well, we’ve got an umbrella, and a light blanket. And our chairs lean back. He can sleep on me.”
“Could—he sleep on me?” Chris asked.
“Of course he can. Come sit down. I’ll dig the blanket out.”
Chris got settled into his chair as Caleb fell asleep on his shoulder. I pulled out the thin blanket to cover Caleb with and handed it over to him. Our fingers touched and a shiver shot up my spine, and soon he was reclining back in his chair with our son in his arms.
I took out my camera and captured a photo of it to keep on my laptop.
“This okay?” Chris asked.
“It’s perfect,” I said.
“Do you like it here?” he asked.
“I love it here. I can see why you purchased the beach house.”
“Could you see Caleb out here more often?”
“I told you. You can bring him out here whenever you want.”
“What if he slept here?”
“I mean, I think I would want to be with you. But as long as you had the space to set up a room for him, I don’t see why not,” I said.
“What if you slept here, too?”
I turned my eyes back to Chris as I furrowed my brow.
“What are you asking?”
“I’m saying—you and Caleb are smashed in an apartment and I have a beach house that is big enough for the three of us to live in. You rent month to month, I own this place. It’s got direct access to the beach and a wonderful view at night. Plenty of room to set up Caleb’s nursery and you’re still close to all of your photoshoot hotspots. Why don’t the two of you, you know, live here?”
I felt my heart drop to my toes as my face began to pale.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Yeah. I mean, when is your lease up? Is it a yearly lease?” Chris asked.
“Yeah, it—it is. Um, it’s up—yikes—in a couple of months, I think?”
“Then, don’t sign a new one. Jessi, let’s move your stuff here and do this thing together.”
“Raise Caleb under the same roof.”
“Why not? It’s healthier for him, and things between us are finally smoothed over. I feel good about it, Caleb feels good about it.”
“Oh, and how do you know Caleb feels good about it?” I asked with a grin.
“I mean, he’s snoozing on my shoulder. I’d say he’s pretty comfortable with the idea.”
“Maybe you’re just comfortable. I can attest to that fact.”
“And I could be comfortable every night if you moved in.”
I gazed out over the water as a smile spread across my cheeks. Move in. As a family. And Chris was serious about it. Our family would wake up to the beach every morning. We could take morning family walks and watch the sun set over the ocean every night. Caleb could grow up surfing and loving the water like I used to when I was a child.
We would be a family.
Like I dreamed we would be when I was pregnant.
“Okay,” I said breathlessly.
“Really?” Chris asked. “You’re going to actually do it?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you’re serious about it,” I said.
“I’m very serious about it, Jessi. Look at me.”
I turned my eyes to meet his as I slid my sunglasses off my face.
“I’m very serious about it,” Chris said. “I want the two of you to move in with me. I want to do this together. I want to be a dad to Caleb and I want—”
I watched Chris reach out his hand as he wrapped it around mine.
“I want to be the man you’ve always deserved, Jessi. The man I know I am.”
I smiled as tears crested my eyes.
“I love you, Chris.”
“I love you too, Jessi.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his as Caleb slept on his chest. I could feel the love he had for me as his hand ran through my hair. He cupped the back of my head and held me to him, our lips resting together. I felt my body relax into him, and my arm slid around both his body, and that of my son.
Our son.
My arm slid around my family. I had a feeling so many more of these moments were in our future. A future that was shining as brightly as the sun that had lulled our baby boy to sleep.
Epilogue
Christopher
One Year Later
I was sitting at the table with Jessi as my hands twirled the little red box around. Jessi looked fabulous this evening, and I was lucky that her parents agreed to watch Caleb for the night. It had been a year since I had moved her and our son into my beach house, and things had been going perfectly. So perfectly, in fact, that I was able to convince Jessi to change Caleb’s last name to mine.
But there was one last name that still needed to be changed.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” the waitress asked.
“Oh, no thanks. I’m sticking with water tonight,” Jessi said.
I furrowed my brow as the waitress took our orders.
I’d never known Jessi to turn down wine. Or any alcoholic drink, in general. She enjoyed at least one glass with her dinners. And sometimes, even her lunches. Everything in moderation was a motto she lived, and that meant absolutely everything.
Then, her eyes turned to me and I could see the nervousness rolling behind them.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. “Do you not like this restaurant?”
“I love it. Why would you think I didn’t like it?” Jessi asked.
“I don’t know. You seem a little off. Why didn’t you want any wine? Did you have a glass before we came?”
“No,” she said plainly.
“Jessi, I know you. I know when something’s
on your mind. If you’re nervous about Caleb, I promise you I packed his sinus medication. And his nose sucker.”
“It’s not that,” she said.
“Then what is it,” I said. “What’s on your mind?”
“Do you like being a father?”
The question caught me off guard and I sat the small box between my legs. I reached out and cupped Jessi’s hands as tears rose to her eyes. Something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
“Of course I do. Jessi, this past year with you and Caleb has been phenomenal. Being a father has been the best experience of my life. Have I done something to make you question that?”
She shook her head as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Sh-sh-sh, no tears, sweet girl. Come on. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on,” I said.
“I’m pregnant again, Chris.”
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Pregnant? Jessi was pregnant again? A spark of happiness ignited a fire throughout my body, and I jumped up from my chair and pulled her into my arms.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“I’m pregnant,” Jessi said.
“You’re not pulling my leg?” I asked.
“Why the hell would I do something like that?”
I buried my face into the crook of Jessi’s neck and peppered her skin with kisses.
“Oh my gosh, I’m going to be a father again.”
I felt Jessi crying against my shoulder as a smile spread across her cheeks.
“Chris?”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“What’s that on the ground?”
I looked down at my feet at the open red box on the ground. The diamond ring I had purchased for Jessi had spilled out onto the floor in my excitement at her grand news. I watched her eyes widen as her brow furrowed and I bent down quickly to pick up the ring.
Then I took her left hand within mine and dropped to my knee.
“Oh Jessi, I think you might have stolen my thunder tonight,” I said.
“Oh my gosh. Chris? What are you doing?”
“Raising Caleb with you over this past year has been the experience of a lifetime. And knowing that our family will be growing once again—I can’t describe to you the joy it brings me.”
