by Amanda Aksel
“Okay, I can’t wait.” Mick starts the ignition and pulls out onto the street. My lips don’t leave his neck as I pull his zipper down. Not even a minute later, the car slows. He’s pulled into an alley around the corner from the restaurant. The headlights go off. With the tinted windows, it’s completely black. All I can hear is the sound of our breathing—heavy and eager. I sit back in my seat and kick off my boots and jeans. My panties are wet, so I toss them off too. Mick’s seat glides back as his belt jingles loose. Climbing on top of him, I can barely make out his face aside from a tiny glimmer in his crystal eyes. It’s just enough to see his mouth turn up into a smile. And even though it’s completely dark, I can really see him. Mick, the father of my child. I could fall helplessly in love with him right now if I let myself. My heart and body are screaming yes!
Then he reaches over to his glove compartment and pulls out a condom. Why does he keep condoms in his car? Never mind, at least he’s prepared. He slips it over his hard dick, and I wonder if there’s any way to protect myself from getting my heart broken in this situation.
“Wait, Mick,” I start.
He caresses my cheek with his thumb, brushing my hair away from my face. “Beau, it’s okay. You’re safe with me.”
His words are everything I want in this moment, and so I stop fighting it. My fingers wrap tightly around his cock and our lips meet in a hot, wet kiss. His hands round my behind, and he teases me with his fingers. I lower myself over him, feeling the rush throughout my entire body. Gliding his hands up my back, I push myself onto him. He follows my lead and thrusts, penetrating me deeper and deeper. Mick lifts my sweater and bra up, exposing my breasts. My nipples grow harder and more eager. He tends to them immediately, using his tongue to play with one while his fingers entertains the other.
“Ohh,” I let out, throwing my head back, and begin to rock over him. Mick holds me closer to him, helping me along. I kiss him, long and hard, feeling the sensation of our mouths together throughout my entire body.
His fingers tangle in my hair. “Beau, you feel fucking amazing,” he says in a low growl. And it nearly pushes me over the edge. He feels fucking amazing too. Now I feel it in my bones—Mick Bonnaire is the man for me. I begin to lose myself and all the issues from the last week in his kiss, his touch, his passion for me. It’s as if the world has completely fallen away, and the only things that exist are him, me, and his car. My stomach tenses as my body swells. I steady myself, but my thighs start to quiver. “Oh, my God. I’m coming,” I whisper and grab him tight, digging my hands into his hair, holding on for dear life.
21
F OR THE MOMENT, I feel completely satisfied. I’ve wanted Beau ever since she showed up at my hospital. On the way home, both of us seem to have melted into our seats. We sneak glances at one another, smirking. It’s like we’ve broken the rules, done something very naughty, and gotten away with it. But we’re two consenting, single adults, and she’s pregnant with my kid. So why does it feel so forbidden?
The longer we’re in the car, the more my appetite for her grows. I need to have her again, and by the way she’s looking at me and touching her neck, her thighs, she wants me too. I pull up to my house. “So, now what do you want to do?”
Please say me!
She tugs on her lower lip, her lipstick faded after our session. “I think I’m gonna take a shower and get cleaned up.” There’s a strong ache beneath my jeans zip. “Would you like to join me, Dr. Bonnaire?” She lifts an eyebrow and parts her lips.
“I would,” I say and lunge over to kiss her. Finally, I’ll get her naked in the shower.
Her lips tease mine for a moment before she pulls away. “I’ll meet you there,” she whispers and lets herself out of the car.
I throw myself back against my seat, heart pounding, cock throbbing for her. “Fuck.” I rub my pants, trying to talk my dick down until I can walk upstairs. It takes a few minutes before I can rush inside. I hurry to the stairs, taking two at a time, my feet smacking against the marble. The hallway is dim as usual with a small light shining from beneath Beau’s door.
As I open it, the sound of water cascading becomes louder. I close the door behind me and follow the trail of clothes leading to the cracked bathroom door, first passing her sweater, then her jeans, socks, camisole, bra, and lacy knickers. She’s got the lights on low. The smell of lavender soap fills the room. Steam mists the glass shower door, encasing Beau in a sexy silhouette. Her figure moves slowly, sensually.
Quietly and stealthily, I slip out of my shoes and socks, drop my pants, and pull my sweater over my head. I let my eager cock lead the way and open the shower door. Beau looks over her shoulder, giving me a coy smile.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” She turns to face me, droplets of water fall off her shoulders. Her perfect peach nipples are hard, calling for me. I step in and take her into my arms, pinning her against the chilled marble wall.
She moans into my mouth as I press my body against her. My cock grazes the soft folds between her legs. Let’s just say she’s not wet because of the shower. It would be so easy for me to slide right inside of her, but I know if I do that right now, I’ll never make it. I kiss her neck, run my tongue along her sweet skin, then pepper kisses along her collarbone. I slide my lips down her chest, cup my mouth over her nipple, and the delicious flavor of her skin bursts on my tongue. I glide my hands down her hips and she thrusts them forward, tangling her fingers in my hair. I make my way down her stomach, stopping just below her belly button. Right now, she’s growing a baby inside her body. My baby. The thought of it makes me yearn for her even more.
I hunch down, staring at the little heaven between her thighs, wanting to dive right in and take it slow all at the same time. This girl makes me want it all. I glide my thumb around her slippery clit. Rolling her eyes back, she leans against the wall, moaning as she grips my shoulders. I slide my fingers deep inside her, relishing the feel of her. I lick her slowly like I’m swirling ice cream into my mouth. But she’s much sweeter. Beau pants, holding on as my mouth massages her wet goodness. Her stomach clenches and releases as her thighs quiver. Her body gives in and I feel her warmth drip down my chin. Mmm.
I wipe my face and stand up, kiss her hard. “I’ll get the condom,” I say, wishing I had thought of it earlier.
“No,” she whispers, pulling me back into her. Her eyes peek open and look up into mine. “I’m clean. Are you clean?”
“Yeah.”
She smirks. “It’s not like you could get me pregnant.”
I kiss her, excitement flooding my insides. “I guess I already did that.”
Beau reaches between us, and her hand glides up and down my shaft. The soft petals of her pussy invite me in—skin to skin. “Fuck, this feels amazing.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, moving her hips with mine.
I bend my knees, trying to get as deep inside of her as I can, but it’s not enough. I lift her up and sit on the tiled bench, water hitting us like rain on both sides.
She giggles, her eyes lighting up. “That was hot.”
“You’re the one who’s hot, my love,” I say.
Beau’s smile fades into something more intense. Was it what I said? Love is such a common nickname in the UK. Everyone uses it. But I said my love. Is that what I meant? Not that it matters much right now. She kisses me hard like she’ll never be in this shower with me again, and she might be right, so I kiss her back with the same hot passion, squeezing her backside against me until I’m in the farthest reaches of her. She rocks her hips over me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Ooh, Mick,” she whispers in my ear.
“Mmm, Beau,” I growl back.
“I think I’m gonna come.” Me too. “Come with me.” She moves harder and faster, then her wetness cascades down my dick. She cries out as her fingernails dig into my back. I hold her body tight as her moan turns into a scream so loud that she bites my shoulder to muffle it. My body tenses, then puddles as I release with her
. With nothing left to liberate besides heavy breaths, I caress her back until she’s come down.
Neither of us have much to say after that. We wash up and wrap ourselves in white terry-cloth robes. I pull her soft, now plusher, body into mine and leave her with a sweet kiss.
“I need to blow dry my hair or I’ll freeze to death,” she says.
I run my fingers through my sopping head of hair. “What about me?”
She grins and grabs the dryer, blasting it at the top of my head. She messes her fingers in it as the loud hum almost drowns out my thoughts. Almost. Beau carefully dries my curly hair with a determined look on her face. She’s as sweet as she tastes. I look up at the mirror when she turns off the dryer. My hair is a tad frizzier than normal but totally appropriate after the sex we just had.
“Thanks,” I say, pulling at my curls.
“Wait,” she says, grabbing a small dark bottle and tapping some gooey liquid in her hand. She briskly rubs her hands together then rubs them through my hair. I close my eyes, indulging in the feeling.
“There. All done,” she says.
Damn, I look good when Beau does my hair. “Is this the part where I style your hair?”
She laughs. “Thanks, but I’m good. I’m sure you want to put some clothes on.”
Actually, I don’t. But I get the sense she wants a moment to herself. I leave her and head for my room to dress. Between the work day and the ridiculously satisfying sex, I’m going to sleep very well tonight. Back in Beau’s room, the dryer drones at full blast from the bathroom. I flip off most of the lights and climb into her bed while I wait.
***
It’s sometime around four when I wake up. Beau breathes softly next to me on her back, one hand on her stomach and the other over her head. I must’ve fallen asleep hours ago. I don’t remember her trying to wake me. Now, my mind isn’t the only thing that’s up. I’m tempted to reach over and pull her in but she looks too peaceful to disturb. I lie back, listening to her wispy, dreamy breaths, thinking about how much I like waking up next to her. I haven’t had that feeling since . . . you know. It’s unnerving. Maybe it’s not so much her but more the fact that she’s carrying my baby. I’m sure I’m feeling some kind of biological need to keep her safe. And Beau’s safest with me. The thing is, I don’t know how safe I am with her. I don’t usually let women spend the night. Mostly because I prefer not to bring women home. Once they get their eyes on this place, the mood changes. I can see elaborate future plans forming in their eyes. And on the rare occasion I fall asleep next to someone I’ve been with, I usually sneak away before dawn.
Some might think that makes me a bad guy. But I think it makes me an honest one. It’s probably best that I sneak out of this bed right now. But I don’t move. I don’t want to go anywhere. So I don’t. I just lay here, feeling her heartbeat close to mine.
22
V IVID LIGHT STREAMS THROUGH THE OPEN CURTAINS. The sound of something rolling along the floor and familiar chatter draws closer. Then there’s a hard knock on the door.
“Beau, are you awake?” My dad’s voice calls from the other side.
Mick jolts up, his eyes hardly open. “Huh?”
I cup my hand against his mouth. “Yeah, but don’t come in. I’ll be out soon!” I yell.
“Okay, sunshine. See you soon,” he says. The sound of his suitcase continues down the hallway.
I stare at Mick with wide eyes and remove my hand. “They’re here.”
Mick puts his hand over his gaping mouth. “I totally forgot they were coming.”
“Me too.” I begin to snicker. Hilarious. My dad almost caught me in bed with his doctor.
“Do you think he knows I’m in here?” Mick whispers.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“Why don’t you go find him, and I’ll sneak out of here.” Part of me is surprised he didn’t sneak out last night. I wanted to wake him up when I came to bed, but he looked so cute and it’s been so, so long since I’ve slept next to a man. I didn’t hate it.
I slip into a pair of socks and slippers and make my way out into the hall, closing the door behind me. I follow the hallway down to a part of the house I haven’t been to yet. Unknown territory. My dad’s voice grows louder the closer I get and then he appears in the doorway next to Earl and Suzanne.
“There she is,” he says with his arms wide open.
I give him a hug, happy to see him looking pretty much normal. “Hi, Daddy.”
He pulls away and knits his brow. “I thought you were getting dressed.”
“I was,” I say, thinking that as fabulous as my T-shirt and leggings are, I haven’t even brushed my teeth.
“You don’t look dressed,” he says.
“I don’t sleep with clothes,” I say, my cheeks feeling red-hot.
He elbows me in the ribs. “Like father, like daughter, eh?” Gross. A fun fact I could live without.
“Hey, Earl,” my dad calls. “Any chance we can get some breakfast?”
Earl nods. “Of course. Follow me.”
We walk down the hall back toward my bedroom. Mick, with his flannel pajama bottoms and tank top, walks out of the room with his shoulders hunched.
“There’s the doctor,” Dad says, and I clench my jaws.
Mick halts and turns slowly. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” Dad says. “It’s quite a place you got here.”
“Thanks . . .” he says like it’s a half-hearted compliment.
“Were you just in Beau’s room?” Dad narrows his gaze onto my Mick-lovely man. Uh-oh. Maybe we just need to tell him.
“Yes, I was looking for her to let her know that you’ve arrived.”
“Oh.” Dad sounds suspicious. “Well, we’re just heading down for breakfast. Want to join us?”
He smiles. “Sure. After you.”
Dad walks past him, and we follow several steps behind. I pull on Mick’s arm and tug him down until his ear meets my height. “You were supposed to sneak out,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on Dad. But also wishing I could just kiss Mick’s sweet, stubbly cheek right now.
“I know, I’m sorry. I had to wait a minute,” he whispers back, and we take a few steps forward.
“What for? You trying to get caught with me?” I wouldn’t hate it if he were. In fact, if he pledged his love to me in front of my dad right now, I’d be okay with it. He’d certainly be the first.
“I had a situation,” Mick waves his hand in front of his crotch, “I didn’t want to run into anyone with.”
He can run into me with that kind of situation anytime. But thank God I’m not a guy. I snicker. “Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just stay in the bed next time.” He wiggles his brows, and I wish we had just one day alone in this house. But then my dad looks back at us from way ahead. “Why is the guy who had a heart attack walking faster than you two?”
Mick and I share a look, then speed up.
After a somewhat awkward breakfast where Mick and I had to pretend that we didn’t have crazy-amazing sex, Dad and I sit in the sunroom in the southeast wing of the house sipping on decaf coffee.
“This is a really nice setup he has,” Dad says.
“Yeah,” I look out the window with a view of the circular mowed lawn, sparsely shaded by trees. Little gray and blue birds flutter by.
“So, he lives here all by himself, huh?”
I nod, wondering if he invited my dad to stay so that he wouldn’t be lonely.
“I can relate. Though my house isn’t this big. But all my houses put together are bigger than this.”
I roll my eyes. Dad always has to have the best.
“Speaking of my house, I wanted to ask you something.”
I turn to him with concern. “Yeah?”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about your situation, raising a child on your own and how there are so many things that I missed out on when you were growing up. I know I was an absent father, but it’s not because I didn’t lo
ve you. You know that, right?”
It didn’t always feel that way, but the older I got, the more I began to understand him. “Yeah, I know.”
“Still, I don’t want to miss out on your life or my grandchild’s life.”
I squint my eyes. “So, what does this have to do with the house?”
“I want you to come live with me when we get back to LA. You’ll have your own space. You can do whatever you want. I just want to help and be around.”
Wow, I was not expecting that. I blush, thinking that I haven’t lived with my dad since my parents got divorced. “Dad, that’s really sweet and I appreciate it, but you travel and work so much, I doubt we’ll see each other as much as you think.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m done. When I get back, I’ll be preparing my successor to take over.”
“You’re going to retire!” I blurt with bulging eyes.
He laughs. “God, no. But I am taking a major step back. I see now that while money and success are nice, people are what matter most. And I want to spend my time with my people. Like you.” Dad reaches over and takes my hand. I almost can’t believe what he’s saying. His closed artery has somehow led him to open his eyes. I just wish he had said this twenty years ago. But I suppose it’s better late than never.
I smile at him. “Okay. I’ll move in.” Knowing that I’ll have his support, and my mother’s, of course, makes me feel like I can definitely have this baby no matter what happens between Mick and me.
“There’s something else. It’s about Suzanne,” Dad says.
“What do you mean?”
“Now that I’m turning a new leaf, so to speak, I was thinking that maybe she and I would, you know, give it a try.”
I blink incredulously. Did I hear that right? “Really? You and Suzanne?”
He frowns. “You think it’s a bad idea, huh?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that she’s been working for you for so long, that if something were going to happen between you two, wouldn’t it have already happened?” I ask.
