by Amy Brent
“Stop weeping,” I said. “I can’t handle all the tear anymore. No more tears. This is officially a tear-free zone.”
As we made our way from the dining table to the sofas in the living room, Devon shot me an apologetic look. “You’re living with a pregnant woman. You can’t declare any space as a tear-free zone.”
“True,” Heather nodded knowingly. “You haven’t seen the worst of it yet, I’m sure.”
I looked back and forth between them, hoping to see a crack in the facade to suggest they were pulling my leg. They stared calmly back. “Really?” I asked.
They both erupted in fits of laughter as they threw themselves down on the couch. They spent the entire evening sitting as close to one another as they could possibly get as we laughed and talked until nearly one in the morning.
When Heather did eventually go home, Devon walked her to the door. I let them have some privacy, and they spent nearly twenty minutes saying goodbye. I waited, one arm draped over the back of the couch, until I heard Devon close the door and make her way back down the hall.
She came into the living room, wringing the sleeves of her long sleeve shirt in both hands, looking at me with a something I had never seen in her before.
“Thank you for doing that for me,” Devon said. “That meant the world to me. It feels so good to have her back.”
I wanted to tell her that she deserved it. I wanted to tell her how happy I was to see her happy and how brutal it had been having to watch her so upset all the time. I wanted to say a lot of things, but what I settled for would have to do.
“You’re welcome.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Devon
Ethan had one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, and he was looking at me with that lopsided smile of his that I liked so much. I was vibrating with joy. Everything felt like it had all fallen into place over the last couple hours.
I had Heather back, finally, and there was nothing more important to me than that.
Well, almost nothing.
I padded over to the sofa and stood in front of Ethan. He looked up at me with his head resting on the back pillows. “Yes?” he asked, his eyes glittering mischievously.
I drummed my fingers on my round belly. “I was pondering all the things I could do to thank you for what you did tonight.”
“Really?” he asked, his arm falling from the back of the couch. He put a hand on each of my hips and drew me down on top of him. “I’m sure that brilliant mind of yours could come up with something splendid in no time.”
“You have a lot of faith in me,” I said.
“I don’t think it’s misplaced,” he grinned.
“Not at all,” I breathed, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips.
As I kissed him, I let my hands wander up his chest. I slipped them under the collar of his shirt and felt the tight, firm muscles there. He tasted like wine, and the stubble around his lips tickled my skin. I began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
“That was thanks enough,” Ethan muttered as I sank to the ground between his knees. “Consider the slate clean.”
His shirt was undone now, and from the ground, I had the most spectacular view of him. His shirt was open and framed his abs and chest. He looked like a chiseled, dark-haired god in the dim lighting of the living room. His jaw looked even sharper from down here, and his eyes danced in shadow beneath his brows.
I started to undo his belt. I let the buckle fall open and then popped open the button of his pants and pulled down his fly.
“I haven’t even gotten started,” I said softly, slipping my hands inside his pants to massage his stiffening shaft through his boxers.
“I wish I had some silver nipples covers,” he teased.
I paused, one hand cupping his balls, the other pulling the waistband of his boxers away from his stomach. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he grinned. “Forgive me for saying something so foolish at a time like this?”
I grinned back as I pulled him free of his boxers. I ran my hand gently up his shaft and played with his velvety soft tip. “Forgiven,” I whispered.
He was hard as a rock in my hands. It never took long with him. As soon as the idea of sex was on the table, his cock was ready. I loved that. It made me feel sexy and beautiful and desired.
I leaned back, and he watched as I used the hair tie on my wrist to secure my hair in a ponytail. He arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the amount of preparation I was putting into this, and waited until I leaned in. The insides of his thighs were warm against my shoulders as I took his shaft in my hand.
I parted my lips and pressed them gently to his tip. Then, I pressed my tongue against him and ever so slowly eased him into my mouth.
I was going to take my time. I was going to show him how grateful I was by giving him the best blowjob he had ever received.
I took as much of him in my mouth as I could before I backed off, keeping my lips sealed around him until I released his tip with a pop. Then I lowered myself so I could suckle his balls, one at a time, slowly and deliberately, while I worked his cock up and down with one hand.
He was watching me. I loved when he watched me. Especially when I was doing a good job. I liked to see the tightness in his jaw as I worked him over. He was so sexy.
I trailed my tongue up his shaft, swirled it around the head, and then slid him back into my mouth. I heard him moan softly, and the sound drove me wild. I felt wetness in my panties.
I took all of him this time. The tip of his cock pressed up against the back of my throat, and my mouth filled with saliva. I kept it wet as I began to really suck him off. I puckered my cheeks and pushed my tongue against him. He moaned and rested his head back. His eyes fell closed.
I massaged his balls with one hand as I continued to suck him. Soon his hips were moving up to me, encouraging me to go faster, to take all of him in my throat with each and every thrust. I did. I loved the way it felt when my mouth was so full of him that I couldn’t breathe. He held himself there, deep against my throat, and then lowered his hips back down to the sofa.
I licked and teased him until his cock was jerking between my lips.
Then he pulled away from me. I looked up at him, knowing there must be something he wanted, something he needed.
“I need to taste you,” he said, “right now.” He lay down on the sofa and tossed half the cushions off. Then he pulled his pants off. “Get over here.”
I smiled and got to my feet. I put on a show for him of turning around and taking off my stretchy black pants. I bent over, giving him a view of my ass and panty covered crotch. Then I took those off too, spun them around on one finger, and then shot them across the room like an elastic band. He chuckled and waited patiently as I took off my shirt.
I couldn’t do that in the same sexy way because of my round belly, but I tried nonetheless. Ethan seemed to appreciate it because when I got within arm’s reach of him, he reached out and pulled me to him.
He had me face the opposite way and then told me to straddle his face. Just thinking about his tongue against my pussy made my cheeks hot.
As I planted my knees above his shoulders, I felt that same tension gather below my belly. The heat between my legs was unbearable, and as I lowered myself down on my elbows, his finger ran over my slit.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered beneath me.
“I can’t help it,” I said before sealing my lips over his cock again. Somehow he felt even harder than before.
“Fuck,” he breathed, slipping a finger inside me.
I moaned in response. He worked slowly, sliding his finger in and out, as I matched his rhythm with my mouth.
When he took his finger out of me, he pushed my lips apart and his tongue ran over my slit. He licked me up and down, softly at first, avoiding my clit. I waited, the heat and tension in my belly gathering as I anticipated the moment where he would finally lick my most sensitive spot.
His tongue darted inside me.
/> I braced myself above him and tried to take more of his cock in my throat. I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. I wanted to make him come. I wanted it in my mouth more than I wanted anything else.
His hips began moving up and down beneath me. His breathing was quicker than it had been. He was getting close to his breaking point.
Ethan’s tongue flicked over my clit.
My moan was muffled by his cock in my mouth. He moaned into my pussy at the same time.
He started suckling my clit the way he knew I liked. He drew it into his mouth and ran his tongue over the swollen tip of it. I felt a spasm of excitement ripple through me. I was so close. The tightness was building. The release was moments away.
His hips lifted, and I took all of him once more. He moaned again and stopped eating me out. “Fuck,” he whispered, “suck it just like that.”
I bobbed my head up and down, burying his cock in my throat each time. His hips rose to meet me every time I came down.
Suddenly his finger was inside me, and his lips were sealed over my clit. I moaned. His cock filled my throat. Another finger slipped inside me. He buried them up to his knuckles and then fucked me hard while his tongue flicked over my clit.
I was going to come.
I clutched the sofa cushion beneath him as he bucked wildly, and then all at once, hot spurts of come hit the back of my throat. The sound that came from him was a primal sort of growl, and as it left his throat, the tightness below my belly gave way.
I came, and he kept his mouth pressed to me, tasting all of it. I continued sucking him off until I had every last drop of him. Then I licked him clean and straightened above him.
When I slid off, he sat up. He was breathless but smiling.
“That was the best head I’ve ever had,” he said.
“That’s what I was going for,” I smiled, running a finger over my bottom lip and catching more of his come. I licked it off my finger.
“Goddamn, you’re sexy,” he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me down to his lap. I straddled him and wrapped my hands behind his head.
“You’re pretty sexy yourself,” I said. I could feel his cock between my legs. He was still hard.
His right hand trailed up my thigh and slipped down to my pussy. He ran his fingers over my clit and watched me the whole while. I bit my bottom lip and matched his stare.
He slipped a finger in me.
“I don’t need anymore,” I whispered. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”
Ethan shook his head. “This makes me feel good.”
He slipped another finger inside me. I couldn’t help but smile as he found my G-spot. He worked me over with expertise until I was nothing but pleasure atop him.
“Do you want me to make you come again?” he asked.
“Yes,” I pleaded.
“You’re sure?”
“Please,” I moaned.
He obliged. I clung to him as he banged me with his fingers. When I came, he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth, and he explored my mouth with his tongue until we had to break apart so I could catch my breath.
“You’re too good to me,” I said.
He kissed my breasts and cupped them in his hands. Then he rested his hands on my belly and met my eye. There wasn’t anything that needed to be said. We sat, hot and sweaty and naked, as close to one another as we could be with his hand on my round belly.
I put my hand over his.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ethan
After spilling all the details to my sister, I realized there was a second person I needed to come clean with. I called up Liam, and the two of us met up at a bar on Thursday evening. The place was crowded, but the atmosphere was pleasant. We had our own booth in the corner where we could talk without having to yell at each other. The drinks were good, and as I sipped on mine, Liam scratched the back of his head as he digested everything I had just told him.
“So, a kid, huh?” He asked.
I nodded. “Yep. A kid. A boy.”
“That’s crazy, man,” Liam said. “Awesome but crazy. I’m happy for you. You’ve seemed like a much happier version of yourself the last few months. This must be what you really want.”
“I think it is,” I said truthfully. “Things feel right, you know? We’ve started working on the nursery now that Dev and Heather are talking. I think she was holding off on doing any of the milestone sort of stuff until she had her friend back, which makes sense. But now it’s pedal to the metal. There’s a lot to do in a month and a half.”
“It’s good that the girls are finally talking. Things weren’t looking too good for a while there. I couldn’t figure out what the hell had gone on between you guys. No one would say a damn thing about anything.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Things were just—”
“It’s fine, man, really. We’re good.” Liam grinned and lifted his beer. “A toast to the little guy who has no idea how rich he’s gonna be and how many girls he’s gonna get.”
I laughed, feeling a little unsettled about the toast but clinked my glass to the neck of his bottle anyway.
“So,” Liam said, “any name ideas yet?”
“Nothing yet,” I said. “We’ll probably wait until he’s born to pick one. See what suits him. Until then, we have plenty to do. Like I said, the nursery is the current project. Took a while to convince Devon that yellow wasn’t a good idea.”
“What’s wrong with yellow?” Liam asked.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just so … yellow,” I said.
Liam lifted his eyebrows. “Right. Deep.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “We settled on blue and gray. Probably going to look at paint chips over the weekend and maybe get some guys in there to get the job done. Hey, did I show you the ultrasound photos?”
“No, not yet,” Liam said.
I pulled out my wallet and fished out a small picture I had cut out and slid in one of the pockets. I pointed out the shape of the baby, where his hands and feet were, his nose, his ears.
“That’s pretty nutty,” Liam muttered, peering at the small photo. “How’s Devon holding up?”
“She’s great,” I said, taking the picture back and putting it away. “She’s in high spirits now after making up with Heather, so that’s making everything easier. She’s getting lots of food cravings, which is entertaining as hell.”
“Does she make you go get her stuff?”
“Sometimes,” I shrugged, “but she doesn’t really make me. She’ll say she’s craving something, and I’ll just go get it. Or I’ll order it for her. Really random stuff like bubblegum ice cream or sour keys. She’s obsessed.”
Liam nodded slowly. “Right.”
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said quickly, taking another swig of his beer.
“Spit it out,” I said. “I can tell there’s something you want to say.”
“Nah.”
“Liam,” I grated.
“All right, all right,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile. “It sounds to me like someone might be in love.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Come on, man, don’t lie to yourself. You love the girl. There’s nothing wrong with that. She’s the mother of your baby. Not to mention, Devon is smart as a whip. She’s motivated and headstrong and gives you a run for your money. The two of you are a good match.”
“I’m not in love with her,” I said. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“No? You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” I said, irritation flaring up in my gut.
“All right then. Why not take someone else home? Look at that girl over there by the bar. See the legs on her? And that ass. She’s your cup of tea man. Take her back to your place and give her that—”
“Not in the mood,” I said coldly.
“Not in the mood?” Liam chuckled. “More like in love and pussy whipped. It’s not that bad, dude. If yo
u’re going to let a woman own you, I can’t think of a better one than Devon.”
“She doesn’t own me. And I’m not pussy whipped.”
“Running out to get her treats at her beck and call sure sounds like you are. Why are you making that a bad thing? Being in love isn’t a bad thing,” Liam said.
I rubbed my temples and sighed. It was becoming pretty clear I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this conversation. Liam had made up his mind about the matter, and there was nothing I could say or do that would make him think otherwise.
Then a thought struck me. If Liam thought I was in love with Devon, was there a possibility she might think the same thing? Was she under the impression I had developed feelings for her?
If I was being honest with myself, I knew I did feel for her. I cared. I was drawn to her in a way I had never been drawn to anyone. I wanted to do things for her all the time, and I thought about her all the time. Seeing her before I went to work always set the tone for a great day for me. Seeing her when I came home was like coming home to family. My house was warmer, friendlier, and all-around more enjoyable to be in.
Had I been transparent enough to let her think I was in love with her?
Fuck.
“Dude, you all right?” Liam asked.
I nodded absently. No, I’m not all right, I thought bitterly. I had misled the woman who was carrying my child. We had signed a contract. It was a business deal and nothing more. It benefitted us both. It gave us both exactly what I needed. In a month and a half, I would have an heir, and Devon would have a million dollars, and she and I would return to the way our lives used to be.
If I kept going the way I was, it was going to be hard to let Devon go. Not only that, but she might not want to go, and I wasn’t quite willing to give up on the way my life had been before she moved in. I liked my bachelor pad. I liked the rotation of women I brought to my bed whenever I desired.
I realized things might be different with a child, but I was sure I could adjust.
“I’m gonna head home,” I said, sliding out of the booth and grabbing my jacket from the hook behind my seat. “I’m not feeling this whole thing tonight.”
