by Ella Brooke
I shook my head. “It wasn’t like that. She’s been asking me for a job.”
It would be good to stick to the same story we’d told Lily, in case word got out. Consistency was good.
Not that Jeff would remember shit about the women he’d been with once it was over. He knew who he’d fucked so he would never do the same girl twice, but other than that, all information was irrelevant.
I positioned myself behind the ball and lifted my club. I swung, letting the club follow through in an arc. The ball flew across the fairway and landed close to the green.
“Fuck you, man,” Jeff said. “You’ve always been better at this.”
We packed our clubs and started walking, following the path our balls had taken. What was the fucking point of this game again?
“Okay, so I’ll give her a job,” Jeff said as we walked.
I glanced at him. “What now?”
“You said she wanted a job. I need a new secretary. The one I had left because I wouldn’t fuck her again or some shit. Some women are so needy.”
I shook my head. “You and I both know that’s not happening.”
Jeff stopped and frowned at me. “You her guardian or something?” he asked. “I’m offering to employ her. That’s what she wanted, right?”
I cleared my throat. “She has a Master’s degree. The position won’t suit her. You got anything better than that?”
I prayed he didn’t. Jeff thought about it.
“Nah,” he said. “I don’t employ women for anything bigger than a secretary, anyway. Women shouldn’t be allowed in the workplace. They’re good for a few things, but business isn’t one of them. Know what I mean?”
He grinned at me, and I chuckled, even though the bastard wasn’t funny. Now wasn’t the time to question his sexism. I wanted him to keep his paws off Scarlett. I wanted him to get the idea of her out of his head.
“You’re very protective of her,” Jeff said again.
I shook my head. “She means a lot to my daughter.”
Jeff nodded slowly, and I didn’t know if he bought it.
“So, did you go home with anyone last night?” I asked. A sure-fire way to change the topic was to ask him about himself. The only thing Jeff loved more than pussy was himself. If he could talk about it, it made him happy.
“You know it,” Jeff said, grinning. We found his ball, and he positioned himself again, glancing in the direction he wanted to go. “There’s no way I’m going home without a woman with that many honeys around.”
I watched him swing. It was a little better this time, closer to mine.
“This is bullshit,” Jeff said. “Why do I let you talk me into playing? I hate this game.”
“So, you can tell me about the women you fuck,” I said.
Jeff grinned at me, and we walked toward my ball.
“You should have seen her, man. She looked like a Playboy Bunny. I should have dressed her up as one before I stripped her down again. But there hadn’t been time for that, exactly. God, she’d been eager, biting my earlobes in the cab.”
That was a visual I could have done without. Jeff was a real piece of work. He fucked women at a rate that even I found excessive, and that was saying something. It was a new woman almost every night if he could make it happen. Which, most of the time, he could. His number was a blur, and it was a miracle he didn’t have a bunch of kids scattered across New York. Or maybe he did, and none of the women had wanted to contact him again.
Jeff was a lot of things, but responsible and caring didn’t come close. He wasn’t exactly father material. He’d been married twice to women that had stripped him bare without an iron clad pre-nup, and both times, he’d rebuilt himself. Other than that, he fucked and fucked some more.
I couldn’t live like that. I didn’t know how he did it, and I didn’t want to know.
I was just relieved that we weren’t talking about Scarlett anymore. I didn’t want him even thinking about her. Protective? Yes. I was starting to be. But I was paying good money for her to be my baby’s mother, and she was, for all intents and purposes, mine.
And no one else could play with what was mine.
Chapter Nine
Scarlett
I’d spent the day with Lily, catching up. I’d stayed over, and we’d watched movies and talked about boys, doing what we’d been doing since I could remember. She was my best friend, and I liked hanging out with her.
This time, it had been harder. We’d always talked about the men we were interested in, but I couldn’t tell her about Evan. He was her dad, and we were going to have a baby together. We were fucking. It wasn’t the kind of information you spilled casually over pizza and chick flicks.
Evan wanted me to keep it away from her because he said they’d talked about it already. I trusted him – he was paying and those were his wishes.
Once, long ago, Lily had told me that her dad wanted more kids. She had been so upset. She’d felt like he was taking away the little team they had built since her mother had died. She was upset that he would look at another woman. Then, I had agreed with her – we’d been kids. Now, I knew he had the right to love or lust any way he wanted. But I was in the middle, now, and if Lily found out was sleeping with her dad…
This was a unique case in every way. I hated having to lie to her. We’d never done that to each other. We always told each other everything. I was going against our friendship code or something. And I felt bad about it. I didn’t know how to break it to her without her hating me forever.
Besides, it wasn’t just my secret to tell. Evan was the one that wanted the baby, that was paying the money, and that set the age on his ad for a surrogate mother. If it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else who was just as young. It was just coincidence that we knew each other so well, but it’s a small world, right?
Small and messed up, apparently.
I tried not to think about it too much.
What I did think about was Evan. He was on my mind all the time. He’d been so hot last night when he’d gotten rid of Jeff for me. There was something amazing about being protected by a man that wanted to keep you all to himself.
I knew it was about how pure I was right now, about the baby. His possessive behavior had been nothing more than protecting what he paid for, but that was beside the point. I knew all that, but it was still damn hot.
And that turned me on just thinking about it. There wasn’t a man hotter than one that wanted you all to himself. And I wanted him, too.
I’d wanted him last night, but I had to suppress it around Lily. I couldn’t talk to her about this kind of thing.
This morning when I woke up, I had sex on my mind. I was hot and bothered and horny. I wanted to be stripped naked and fucked, and I wanted Evan to be the one to do it. It was part of our deal, anyway, but I wanted him.
I wanted him badly.
I was back home in my room around lunch time, running my hands over my own body, picturing him touching me. I wanted him to grope me, feel me, and finger me. I wanted him to lick me, suck me, and fuck me.
And I wanted it as soon as possible. So, I decided to go and get it.
I got dressed in a skirt and top that would pull off easily, and I conveniently forgot my underwear. I pulled a coat over it and put on flat boots. I felt a little bit like a hooker, getting ready for sex, hiding it under a coat so the world wouldn’t know, but when I looked in the mirror, I looked normal, like someone that might step out to do some shopping or go for casual dinner with a friend.
I drove to Evan’s house and parked in front of the mansion. I got out and walked to the door, ringing that insane doorbell.
A moment later, Evan opened the door.
“No butler today, either?” I asked.
“You’re the only one that rings that godforsaken thing,” he said. “I figured it would be better to get this one myself. Besides, it’s Sunday. I send them home early on Sunday.”
His eyes slid down my body, taking me
in, and I shivered.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. There was no point being coy about it.
Evan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. Good to know I could still do that to him.
“Come inside,” he said.
I stepped in through the door, and he closed it behind me. The moment I was inside and the door was closed, Evan stepped against me, pushing me backward until my back hit the wall next to the door. He pinned me with his hips, his face so close to mine I could see the small creases and wrinkles around his eyes.
“You’re a bad girl,” he said.
“Very,” I breathed. “I couldn’t help it.”
He pressed his lips against mine. He gyrated his hips, grinding himself against me. I moaned against his lips. His hands were on my hips, and I ached for him to put them on my breasts. He didn’t and that just made me hornier. God, I wanted him.
“Touch me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.
We were both breathing hard already, our chests rising and falling. I was aware of my breasts, naked underneath my shirt, nipples rubbing up against the material of my shirt as I breathed.
“Come with me,” Evan said, taking my hand. He didn’t humor me and give me what I asked.
He led me through his mansion to the bar where we’d had wine the other day. I didn’t need alcohol to loosen me up this time.
“Evan,” I started, but he cut me off with another kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth and exploring me. For a moment I was rendered useless, melting into him. When he broke the kiss, my body was on fire. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.
“I want to fuck you on the bar,” Evan said.
Heat coursed through my body. It hadn’t been a question, and he didn’t give me time to respond before he kissed me again. He put his hand on my breast and massaged me.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said against my lips.
“It makes it easier to get naked,” I said.
Even moved his hand down to the bottom of my skirt, pulling it up and sliding his fingers between my legs.
“You’re not wearing panties, either,” he said, pushing his finger into my slit. I moaned.
“And you’re already wet.”
I nodded. I was wet. I was so turned on, I felt like I could spontaneously combust.
“We’ll have to do something about this,” he said. He reached behind me and found the short zipper for the skirt. How did he know how it worked? Maybe he was an expert in removing women’s clothing. The skirt fell to the floor, and I stood before him in only my boots and my shirt, my pussy naked.
Evan kneeled before me, pulling me closer to him with his hands around my legs. I gasped as he pressed his face against my pussy, sticking his tongue out and licking me. I widened my stance to give him access, and he flicked his tongue over my clit.
I pushed my fingers into his short, dark hair, tipped my head back, and moaned.
Evan worked me over for a while, licking me and sucking on me. I gasped and moved myself against him.
After a while, he got up and kissed me again. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head in one swift movement, and suddenly, I was naked.
“You’re still dressed,” I said. He wore jeans and a collared t-shirt–casual but put together.
“You’re still wearing your boots,” he said.
I bent down and took off my boots. When they were off, I was completely naked.
Evan kissed me again. I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up the same way he’d done with me. He helped me, and in no time at all, he was naked, too.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded. “Much.”
“Get on the bar,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate. I used the stool to hoist myself onto the bar. I gasped when my naked body hit the cold bar top. Evan got onto the bar, too, and I laid on back. My body was covered in goosebumps, my nipples tight and erect. I was out of breath, waiting.
Evan crawled over me and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on me. I gasped as he sucked and licked the one nipple before going to the other. His hands were on my breasts, kneading and massaging.
Evan pushed my legs open with one hand and positioned himself between them. His cock was at my entrance, and I groaned. God, yes. I’d wanted this for almost twenty-four hours now.
I cried out when he pushed into me. He felt bigger, better than I remembered.
Evan started pumping in and out of me immediately. I cried out as he fucked me, my body rocking on the bar, the surface hard beneath me. My breasts swung back and forth, and Evan watched as it happened, his eyes hungry, full of lust and the kind of adoration men get when they look at naked bodies.
It didn’t very long before he pushed me to my first orgasm. Evan had a way of getting me to climax fast. He was so good at what he did. Or maybe it was because of what we were doing–trying to get pregnant for a hell of a lot of money–or the fact that he was Lily’s dad and what we were doing fell in the forbidden category.
Whatever the reason, the orgasm washed over me, and I cried out, shivering and convulsing. Evan didn’t let up when I did. He fucked me hard, pounding into me as I climaxed.
When I came down from my orgasm, I breathed hard, trying to catch my breath. Evan slowed down and then stopped, pulling out of me. I gasped as he did. I was already tight and sensitive, and we were just getting started. Evan got off the bar.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
His cock was hard and slick with my sex. He held out his hand to me. I pushed myself up and let him help me get off the bar. He led me to the couch in the corner and sat down. I didn’t need to be told what he wanted.
He looked up at me with those fierce green eyes, his dick hard and ready. I clambered onto his lap, straddling him. I lowered myself onto him, gasping when he pushed into me.
“We’re not going to get any unexpected visitors, are we?” I asked.
Evan shook his head. “I locked the door, and if anyone arrives, I’m not here.”
I nodded and kissed him, moving slowly up and down his cock. His hands were on my hips, feeling my motion. I cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply. When I broke the kiss, I put my hands on his shoulders and picked up the pace, rocking my hips back and forth, riding his cock. I was in charge now.
Evan groaned as I rode him. I fucked him, sitting in his lap. My knees rubbed against the smooth leather beneath us. His dick pushed deep into me, and I rubbed my clit against his pubic bone, working myself up in a frenzy at the same time I was fucking him.
The room filled with the sounds of our sex, the creaking of the leather couch as I rode him, our gasps and groans mingling together. I rubbed myself against him, pushing myself closer and closer to the edge of my second orgasm.
My body started jerking as the orgasm came closer. I gasped and cried out, feeling the pleasure take hold of me, slowly becoming overwhelming. I breathed deeply, whimpering.
The orgasm started at my core, clenching my muscles and taking over my body a lot slower than the first one had. I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped, pressing my face into Evan’s neck, and I came on top of him, my body curled around him.
Evan put his hands on my hips, holding me in place, and started bucking his hips beneath me. He fucked me while I was paralyzed by pleasure on top of him. His cock hammered into me, and I cried out as he drew out my orgasm.
“God, you’re so good,” Evan growled in my ear as I buried my face against his shoulder. I was breathing hard.
He patted my hip with his hand, urging me to get off him. He spun me around so that I sat on the couch, and he stood before me, naked, glistening, hard, and throbbing. His cock was at face height. I didn’t know if this was what he wanted from me, but I took him into my mouth and sucked on his cock.
He tasted like sex–our sex–and he was bigger than I remembered. He slid his dick in and out of my mouth, countering my motion as I moved my h
ead back and forth. I held my breath when he hit my soft palate, and this time, I didn’t pull back again. He slowly slipped past my gag spot, and he slid down my throat, thick and hard, blocking off my air.
“Fuck,” Evan groaned when I took him in all the way to the hilt. His hands were in my hair, but he was holding onto me more than guiding me.
I pumped my head back and forth, pulling out every couple of strokes to catch my breath before I took him in again.
“I can’t hold back if you do that, Scar,” he said and pulled out of my mouth.
I looked up at him. Spit dribbled down my chin, and I wiped it away with my hand. Evan took two steps away from me, his hands on his hips, breathing hard.
“Just a second,” he said.
I smiled. It was a compliment that he needed to pull himself together. I leaned back against the couch, keeping eye contact, and ran my hands over my body. I cupped my own breasts, massaging them, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Evan’s eyes were glued to my body, watching what I was doing.
I slid my hands farther down my abdomen and between my legs, caressing the insides of my thighs with my legs wide open. I left my one hand on my thigh, and with the other, I pushed my fingers into my slit, running them up and down, playing with myself, spreading my wetness.
I gasped and moaned when I fingered my clit. I was both sensitive and majorly turned on after the orgasms I’d already had, and I wanted more. I arched my back, moving my free hand back to my breast. I played with myself, giving Evan a show, and he watched me with his lips parted. His cock was straining, eager to get back inside me. But not yet. I wasn’t done yet.
Another orgasm built, and it came relatively quickly. I knew exactly what to do to myself to push me over the edge in no time at all. I shivered, my body trembling lightly all over. I rubbed my clit faster and faster, crying out as the orgasm washed over me. I closed my legs and squeezed my breast, opening my mouth in a soundless cry for a moment before I breathed hard.
Evan walked toward me as if he couldn’t contain himself any more. He grabbed me by the legs, flipped me over so that I was on my knees, and he turned my ass to him.
