by Lane Hart
“You’ve never gotten off during sex?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Another challenge I accept. I’ll make damn sure you come every single time I’m inside you,” he says before strolling his cocky ass down the hall.
My ovaries do a little celebratory happy dance, suddenly liking the giant football player a little more.
He’s gonna try to give me a baby!
While I love Brady to death, I know I’m only his aunt, nothing more to him. And I want to experience childbirth for myself, feel my baby growing and kicking in my belly. I reach down and rub a hand over my flat stomach, hoping to have a bump there soon.
And in the meantime, having sex over and over again with Quinton is no hardship. In fact, it may be difficult for me to resist him all but once a day when I already yearn to have him inside me, fucking me with that sexy determination of a true competitor. I’ve come to realize just how much Quinton loves to win, how he works hard to make himself an even better athlete. I’m certain that he has that same drive in everything he does. So now that he’s agreed, he’ll fuck me like his life depends on it until I get pregnant. All I have to do is lie back and hold on tight while he goes to work.
After I watch the clock for thirty minutes, I finally get up and shower, ridiculously sad to wash away any remnants of Quinton’s stud missiles. Then, instead of sleeping in the guest room, I crawl into his bed where he’s already laid down despite the fact that it’s only a quarter past ten. You’ve gotta sleep when you can in a house with a baby.
I slide across the soft cotton sheets until I’m curled up to the front of his big, warm body, practically purring with happiness since he’s my new best friend, my champion baby maker. “I’ll get up with Brady tonight,” I tell him when he throws out an arm over me. He humphs in what I assume is agreement. “Thanks for doing this, Quinton,” I whisper in the darkness.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he mumbles.
How can he possibly doubt himself in this?
“Can I make a request?” I ask him. He humphs again in response. “Could you try not to, you know, sleep with anyone else while we’re doing this? I need you to bring me your strongest stud missiles.”
His sigh feathers through the front of my hair. “You get all my stud missiles,” he concedes.
“Thanks,” I reply with a smile on my face. “And, um, no masturbation.”
“Then I guess you better pack your bags for all my upcoming away games,” he says.
“I can do that,” I agree with a smile. “And maybe I’ll let Kelsey stay home some of them with Brady. You know, so we can catch up on our sleep and fuck as long as we want without any distractions or interruptions.”
“You better stop talking,” he mumbles, rocking his hips forward against my pelvis so that I can feel he’s ready to go again.
My stomach muscles clench with desire, so I reach down to cup his bulge, causing him to growl and thrust into my palm.
“How long has it been since before, you know, you came earlier?” I ask him.
“The night at the hospital when you jerked me off,” he replies.
“Oh, right,” I mutter while I keep stroking him. “Well, in that case, we should probably relieve you of a little more sperm to make room for a fresh batch.”
That’s all it takes to get Quinton to roll on top of me, stripping me out of my clothes at record-breaking speed to get inside of me again.
Quinton
Last night with Callie was…beyond incredible. Both times. And this morning when I woke up, I couldn’t wait to be with her again, but she quickly put on the brakes and said we had to wait until tomorrow since it was close to midnight before I came inside of her the second time.
Now, I’m running drills on the practice field, counting down the hours until tomorrow morning when Callie said we can have sex again. She’s got me panting for her, like a dog begging its master for a bone. One hell of a big bone.
And I’m starting to think that last night was so damn good because it was the first time in my life that I was trying to get a woman pregnant. The urge to give her what she wants was so intense I thought I would explode, and I did, coming inside her so hard I nearly blacked out the second time I flooded her with my stud missiles, leaving an enormous wet spot on the bed. We laughed about who was gonna sleep in it since we were both too tired to get up and change the sheets. Callie ended up sleeping halfway on top of me all night except for when she got up to feed Brady around two. And I liked it, all of it, the affectionate way she now looks at me and touches me after sex, like I’m her own personal hero, capable of doing anything, including finally give her a baby. My baby. I guess it will be our baby? How the fuck will that work? Will Callie raise the baby at her house? When will I ever get to see them?
“Holy shit. What was I thinking?” I freeze in mid-throw, the football in my hand falling limply to the ground at my feet.
Last night I wasn’t able to think clearly about the implications. Callie was hot and wet, and I was horny. I couldn’t think of anything but coming inside her. Now…now I’m wondering if I’ve made a huge mistake, fucking up some unborn kid’s life by not being able to give them a normal family if Callie decides she doesn’t want me around.
“Dude, why didn’t you throw me the ball? I was open!” Nixon yells at me, and when I look up, all the guys on the scrimmage offense and defense are gawking at me.
“I fucked her without a rubber,” I mutter. “That was stupid, right?” I ask no one in particular.
“Sort of too late to worry about it now since the baby’s already been born,” Lathan comments with a slap to my shoulder pads.
“No, I mean, last night.”
“What the fuck, Quinn? How bad was your concussion?” Nixon asks, patting the top of my helmet.
“I did it on purpose,” I admit. “Callie wants a baby.”
“Can we get a trainer over here? Quinton’s obviously got severe brain damage,” Cameron shouts over to the sidelines, but I wave the trainers off.
“What were you thinking?” Lathan asks.
“I dunno,” I admit. “But I wanna do it again.”
The whistle blows loud and long before Coach Griffin shouts at us, “What are you women chit-chatting about? Get your asses back on the line and run the damn play!”
“Drinks after practice,” Lathan shouts as he moves down the line and gets into position.
“Quinton’s buying first round,” Nixon calls out.
During the season my teammates and I try to steer clear of alcohol unless there’s a really good reason for a drink. If this isn’t a good enough reason, then I don’t know what the fuck is.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Callie
“What are you smiling about?” Kelsey asks, making me jump when she suddenly appears in front of me in the baby store.
I wanted to get Brady out of the house, so I decided to do some shopping with him. He’s sleeping in his carrier while I stroll him around the store, and yeah, I’m imagining one day shopping for my own baby.
When we got here, I waved at Kelsey, who was running the register, but didn’t go over to say hi since she looked swamped.
“Hey, Kelsey,” I say when I recover. “You scared me! I was just trying to pick out a baby monitor. Any suggestions?”
“Sure,” she says cheerfully. “I would go with this video one so you can see what cutie Brady is up to.” She hands me a box and then comes around the buggy to give Brady a kiss on his head. “You still haven’t answered my question. What are you so happy about?”
“I’m just happy, spending the day with my beautiful nephew,” I answer.
It’s not like I’m gonna admit that I’m happy because I took an ovulation test this morning and it showed that I should be ovulating in the next twenty-four to thirty-six hours. I texted Quinton as soon as I found out, and he asked if midnight counts as tomorrow. I just responded that it definitely did, and he texted back that he would set the alarm on his phone.
“There it
is again, another smile!” Kelsey exclaims. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”
My jaw drops at how quickly she figured out our secret. Well, I have been spending the night at Quinton’s house, and he’s gorgeous, so it wouldn’t take Sherlock to figure out this mystery.
“Maybe,” I reply, putting the baby monitor into the cart.
“You have! Oh my God, you’re so lucky,” she whispers. “So, how did it happen?”
Heat spreads over my face at the reminder of how things quickly progressed last night. I had no idea what Quinton intended to do when he said he was going to kiss me, but there was never a second that I thought about stopping him.
“It…it started with just a kiss,” I tell Kelsey, which isn’t a lie.
“Wow,” she gasps dreamily. “Do you think you will, you know, again?”
“Oh yeah,” I answer with a bigger smile.
Quinton
“I think you need to wrap it up until you undergo more mental evaluations,” Nixon offers helpfully as the four of us put down our first round of beer at a table in no other than Limelight, the scene of the original crime. Although, now I’m glad to have Brady in my life.
“Agreed. You haven’t been a father but what, like a week, and you’re already thinking about a second kid?” Lathan asks.
“See, that’s what I would’ve said too if someone had asked me that a few weeks ago,” I reply. “But that was before I had Brady and before I met Callie.”
“That’s my point!” Lathan exclaims. “You just met this woman, and yet she’s somehow convinced you to knock her up. I’m sorry, Quinn, but this has get-rich-quick scheme written all over it.”
“What? You think I’m capable of being conned into getting pussy whipped?” I ask. “Hell no. I can spot a gold digger from a mile away, and that’s not Callie.”
“So this chick just wants a kid from you; that’s it? No money or strings attached?” Cameron asks, his forehead scrunched in confusion.
“Yes,” I answer after I force a sip of beer down my throat.
Hearing the truth so bluntly just makes it sound like Callie’s using me too, like all the other women before her. I try to tell myself that since she doesn’t want anything material from me that it’s okay, but maybe I’m just fooling myself.
“Look, I get that it sounds crazy, but think about it this way…all we’ve ever wanted is to play professional football and win the Super Bowl, right? What if we hadn’t made it here to the Wildcats, but someone came along and told us they had the ability to give us what we wanted. Not just that, but that they were our only shot of making our dreams come true. That’s what I am to Callie,” I explain.
Three confused sets of eyes stare back at me, blinking silently for several long moments.
“But it’s not like Quinton Dunn is the only man in the world who can knock this woman up,” Nixon eventually remarks. “There are plenty of other single men, ones who aren’t famous or rich that could just as easily get the job done.”
“Yes,” I agree through clenched teeth, not liking the idea of Callie with any of those other men. “And most of those men would run the other way at the idea of knocking a woman up and having to pay child support.”
“Exactly! So why aren’t you running the other way?” Lathan asks with an arched eyebrow.
“I have plenty of money, so I don’t give a shit about child support,” I explain.
“So it’s sort of like you’re having sex with her now, and later on you’re gonna be paying her for it,” Cameron says, making me want to punch him for even implying that Callie’s a prostitute.
“I think you’re forgetting one important thing here, Quinn,” Lathan says. “You’re not giving her a car or…or a puppy. This is a kid’s life we’re talking about. How will it feel when he or she is old enough to realize that daddy was just a sperm donor it never actually sees?”
“It won’t be like that,” I tell him. “I’ll see the baby all the time. Callie is Brady’s aunt, so it’s not like she’s gonna up and disappear.”
“The thing is, bro, she could do just that, and there’s nothing you or the kid could do to stop her,” Nixon explains.
Callie wouldn’t do that to me, would she?
No.
No way. She loves Brady and will always want to be a part of his life.
Regardless of what the guys say and the doubts they try to fill my head with, I still want to do this with Callie. If I’m able to get her pregnant, everything else will works its way out.
I hope.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Quinton
I wake up to my phone alarm at a little after midnight, my dick already hard as a rock. Time to wake up Callie.
Tonight she went back to the guest bedroom to sleep since she didn’t want there to be any temptation.
After I push my boxer briefs off, I grab the new video baby monitor Callie bought earlier today and tiptoe down the hall naked, so I don’t wake Brady. Slipping into the guest bedroom, I climb underneath the covers with Callie. Warmth radiates from her, along with her familiar, sweet, fruity scent that makes my mouth water. Her back is to me, so I press my dick against her ass while sweeping her hair over her shoulder to make room for my lips on her neck. It doesn’t take long to wake her.
Callie moans and then arches her back, pushing her ass against my cock even harder. Knowing she’s more awake, I ease my hand underneath her pajama top to squeeze her breast and tease her nipple.
When I can’t take anymore, I pull her pajama bottoms and panties down her legs and line my already dripping dick up to plunge inside her from behind.
“No,” she whispers, making me freeze.
Suddenly, I feel like a gigantic asshole for sneaking into her bed and accosting her in the middle of the night. After she sent me an excited text message earlier that she was ovulating and if midnight counted, I thought she would welcome the invasion of my stud missiles.
A moment later she follows up her objection with, “Missionary. Better chances.”
Thank fuck.
I roll her to her back and climb on top of her, taking off her pajama top while our mouths find each other in the darkness. Our kiss quickly grows hot and desperate. Worried I’m moving faster than she’s ready for and knowing all too well how big my cock is, I scoot down Callie’s sexy body and use my tongue to get her good and wet between her legs. The sheets and comforter over my head muffle the noises she’s making, but I know she likes it based on the way her fingers tangle in my hair, pushing my head down while simultaneously lifting her hips. As soon as her thighs quiver and she shouts her release, I’m moving up into position and thrusting inside her.
Fucking hell, it’s amazing to feel her tight, wet heat without the barrier of a condom. It’s just her and me; our bodies pounding together. My need for her is so intense, I can’t seem to get deep enough or take her hard enough. I want more.
Her repetitive moans of “Yes! Yes! Yes!” ease my concerns that I’m being too rough with her petite body that’s so much smaller than mine.
I slow my strokes when it becomes obvious that I won’t last much longer. Thankfully, Callie shouts, “So close” before she starts coming on my cock, taking me with her to the finish line. I bury myself as deep as I can get when I unload inside her, urging my boys to get to swimming upstream.
By the time our bodies have stopped shaking, and the sweat on my skin starts to cool, Callie’s body goes completely limp, her thighs releasing me from their grip, and I realize she’s fast asleep.
Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.
Slinking off to my own bed now seems like a shitty thing to do, so I roll over onto the pillow next to Callie. Just as my eyes begin to close, I remember the thing she did the other night, lifting her legs or whatever on the sofa after we had sex, so I reluctantly part with the two pillows under my head and wedge them underneath her hips. There.
My work here is done.
For now.
I fall asleep wi
th my head flat on the mattress, content and happy trying to calculate out how many hours before I can be with Callie again.
Callie
I startle awake to the sounds of a baby crying.
Not a dream, but Brady.
When I try to roll out of bed, I realize I’m naked, and my lower body is propped up on top of pillows.
“I’m awake, I’ll get him,” Quinton says softly, sounding much more alert than I am, and then the mattress shifts when he leaves.
Did we…
The dampness between my legs is an obvious sign that we did.
I was sound asleep when Quinton climbed in my bed and had his way with me after he went down on me. Now I remember. God, it had been good too, those two mind-blowing orgasms.
Did he put the pillows underneath me?
I don’t remember doing it, and reaching over, I feel around the other side of the bed and notice they were his pillows. Quinton could’ve gone back to his bed, but he stayed here in the guest one with me.
“Shhh, buddy. I’ve got your titty bottle right here.”
I smile to myself hearing Quinton talking to his son over the baby monitor he left on the nightstand.
If I hadn’t been so tired and confused, I would’ve gotten up with Brady to feed and change him before Quinton even realized he was awake. He would happily get up each time with his son, but I work from home during the day and can take a nap. Quinton doesn’t have that luxury.
Feeling unsure about how long it’s been since we had sex and I passed out, I keep my legs raised just in case while Brady eats. When I hear Quinton putting him down, I get up and use the restroom, redressing in my discarded pajamas before I intercept Quinton in the hallway.
“Let’s sleep in your bed,” I tell him, grabbing his arm to pull him that way.
