Her Designer Baby: (Loving Over 40 Book 1)

by Washington, Shawna

  “Do you want me, sweet Tynice?” he murmured in my ear. I nodded. “Say it,” he commanded and bit my ear lightly.

  “Yes. Yes, I want you,” I said.

  “Do you want me here?” He brought his finger up to my cheek and moved it up and down, while my other cheek was blessed with his own cheek against mine. His stubble was rough and it only enhanced the fire in me. “Or do you want me here?” His fingers dropped down to my neck. “Or here?” He went further down to the swell of my breast and lingered there.

  “Yes.” I moaned. He brought his other hand up along with mine and put it on one of my breasts. And then he squeezed me and it was damn sexy.

  “Are you hot, Tynice?” he whispered in my ear again.

  “Yes.” He squeezed my breast again and his finger played with my erect nipple.

  “Oh my, yes, yes, Adrian.” I arched my back as he lowered my hand to my stomach.

  “Show me how hot you are for me,” he said and then lowered my hand further down until it reached my pelvis. And then he directed my finger into the sleek wet folds of mine. The sensation of his finger along with mine was out of this world and I thought I was going to come right then.

  He rubbed our fingers along my folds and then brought them up out of the water and guided them into his mouth. His mouth! My finger was in Adrian’s mouth. He sucked my finger and moaned in appreciation. “You taste mighty good, Tynice. I want more.” He placed it back to where it was. “Get it wet for me again, Tynice,” he said and I began to rub it against my swollen bud again.

  The loud tone of my phone jerked my eyes open. I looked around to see I was in the bath and there was no Adrian. I just had an erotic dream of Adrian! I had royally gone out of my mind. What surprised me was my hand in between my thighs. I was masturbating. Holy shit. I never did that. I immediately pulled it away and got out of the bath. This was bad. Truly bad. I was hot for Adrian and he was my friend. You do not think like this about friends or have dreams about them like this. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked like someone in heat. What was happening and what was going to happen?

  Adrian

  June 2014, Springfield, Illinois

  I woke up after having a very erotic dream of sharing a bubble bath with Tynice. In my heart I almost hoped she was somewhere thinking the same thoughts about me. My boner was yelling for attention. I got out of bed and headed for a much needed cold shower. She was stuck in my mind all day long and at night she had managed to slip into my dreams as well.

  I just hope I didn’t do anything to scare her off today. And for that, my boy needed to be tucked inside quietly. I took my coffee and headed to the stable. One of the stallions was giving me a hard time lately. He was brought to the ranch last week and he had been unstable since then. I sipped the unsweetened black liquid and made my way to the right wing.

  “How is he?” I asked Brad.

  “He is being extra cranky today. He’s not allowing anyone to come near him,” he told me. Brad had been working for me for the last four years and was my second in command.

  “Where are Chris and Ronny?”

  “Chris went to Springfield. Jackson’s delivery was due today. Ronny is at the farm with Rosie. He is thinking about giving her some exercise today.”

  “Did he check her fracture?” Rosie was a six month old pony who had her leg broken three weeks earlier.

  “Yeah. She looked well.”

  I nodded at him and then took the last gulp of my coffee. I picked up the bunch of hay and unlocked the window. The oversized horse jerked his head up and down in alarm. I held out the hay from the window and waited for him to come to me. Minutes passed and he didn’t move. But then gradually he started coming to me and then he was eating out of my hand.

  To tame the wildest, you have to have the patience of the world. That was what I followed. Horses were my passion and my passion was what I lived for. I had this ranch for the past six years. I was born at a carpenter’s house with an alcoholic, abusive mother. If anyone would look at me today, no one would guess. No one outside Williamsville knew what kind of a childhood I had – except for Tynice. Thinking about her, I was glad that she too had gotten what she had wanted. We both had chased our dreams and had achieved them. Except now I was having other dreams that my body ached to fulfill.

  I changed into a fresh T shirt and jeans after a shower so that I no longer smelled of horses and drove to Springfield. It was twelve forty-five by then. I wanted to be at Tynice’s hotel before our agreed time, just in case she changed her mind. I parked just outside her hotel and pulled out my phone to call her.

  It was a good thing I had saved her number earlier. I only know how many times I had almost dialed her yesterday. She picked up on the third ring. “Tynice Johnson.” Her clear, crisp and strong voice hit my ears and I had to smile.

  “Ready for some country time, Tynice?”

  “Adrian?”

  “Yeah. So you comin’ down here or do I have to come in and pick you up?” I asked as I got out of my truck and stood, resting my back on the door.

  “No, no, I’m coming. Give me a few minutes.” I could hear muffled talking in the background. I looked at my watch, it said twenty-six minutes past one.

  “Four minutes, Tynice, and you are out of this building or I am coming in.”

  “Jeez, you are so overbearing.” I grinned. “Do I need to change?”

  “How do I know what you're wearing?” I could totally picture her in her work outfit. Slim pencil skirt and silk blouse. “Just come out.”

  “Alright, alright. Keep your hat on, cowboy.” She hung up and I stood there smiling like a fool.

  After six minutes, Tynice walked out of the building. She was wearing black trousers and a white button-down shirt. It could be silk, I wasn’t sure. She had black high heels that made me picture her in nothing but just them. Her hair was combed back with not a single loose strand.

  She was coming towards me and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. What distracted me was the person next to her. He was a freckled guy nearly my age. He was in a navy blue suit and was walking closely to Tynice. He said something in her ear and she smiled. Blood pumped into my veins like somebody had opened the gates of an overflowing dam. I wanted to punch that ass-hat for walking that close to her. I looked back at Tynice with my face hard and my brows furrowed. Our eyes met and I held her gaze. She was mine. From that moment onwards she was mine and I was way too possessive of what was mine.

  “Adrian,” she greeted me. That asshole had come with her. Before I knew it, I had my arm around Tynice and I was pulling her up to me. And then I kissed the corner of her mouth.

  “Hey. You look beautiful.” I wanted to kiss her so bad, on every inch of her body, right then and there.

  “Adrian, meet Rick. He is my associate. Rick, this is Adrian.” She introduced me to that freckled guy who was looking at me up and down and when his eyes met mine, he swallowed. Yes, guess all the things I would do if you come close to my girl. He extended his hand. I transferred Tynice to my left so that I could shake hands with him.

  “Adrian.” I nodded at him and implied a little pressure on my hand. Yeah, take that as a signal. “Ready to leave, Miss Lawyer?” I looked down at Tynice who was trying to get out of my hold discreetly. She probably didn’t want Rick to see it. I was totally going to take advantage of it. “Come on, let’s get you in.” I pressed her against me and then led her to the passenger seat and opened the door for her.

  “Uh, Adrian, I was thinking I could come down there in my car,” she said.

  “Oh were you now?” I raised my brow. Oh, Tynice, what are you thinking?

  “I thought it would be a bother to you to drive me back here later. So a car at my disposal would be convenient.” She looked to the other side where a Lexus had just pulled up. That was her ride probably.

  “I am at your disposal, Tynice. Use me all you want.” I smiled down at her as my mind rushed into possibilities. She looked embarrassed. “Give me th
at look again and I will kiss the hell out of your mouth, Tynice,” I whispered into her ear and then bent down and picked her up.

  “Adrian! Put me down!” she admonished but I had already placed her on the seat and buckled her seatbelt.

  “All in good time, sweetheart.” I grinned as she glared at me and then closed her door.

  We drove down to Williamsville and I headed straight to Bella Trattoria for lunch. I had driven the longer way so she could see the town again. “Everything is so different,” she said. It had been sixteen years since she was here last. So yeah a lot of things had changed in the small town of Williamsville.

  I asked her about her mother over lunch. “She died,” she said and my hand stopped in the air. “Right after we moved to Seattle.”

  “I'm sorry, Tynice. I didn’t know.” I covered her hand and squeezed. She looked up at me and gave me a smile.

  “Don’t be. It was better for her. She had no reason to live, as she said. She was too miserable after Dad’s death. She couldn’t survive much longer,” she said, slipping the last piece of pizza into her mouth.

  “I'm sorry you had to go through it alone.” She looked up at me and I could see how hard she was trying to hold herself together. My girl had become so brave in all those years. But I had this fierce feeling to protect her, to keep her from all the hurt. I wanted her to be mine, period.

  “Yeah, I missed you bad too.” She gave me a small smile. I cupped her cheek and caressed her jaw.

  “You always had me, Tynice. There wasn’t a time I didn’t think of you.” This was the truth that I could swear on my dead father’s grave.

  “I know, Adrian. But you know I couldn’t come back. There was no way my granddad would have let me come back to the place he despised so much,” she said. I didn’t bring up the topic again.

  I took her to my ranch afterwards and gave her a detailed tour of it. Her face had brightened up and she listened keenly to everything I told her about horses and stuff. When I brought her to the stable she was all grinning and excited.

  I just stared at her. She was back to that fifteen-year-old Tynice who wasn’t all stuffy and uptight like this thirty-year old-lawyer was. Yet she was all grown up and the object of my desire.

  “Would you let me ride one of them or do I just get to look at them?” she asked, breaking my flow of thoughts. Though her words had first taken me to a whole other meaning, I gained back my better sense and looked at her.

  “You want to ride a horse?”

  “Of course.” Of course. She was Tynice. She would do all those things you would least expect a normal girl to do.

  I grinned at her and eyed her clothes. “You would need to change clothes. We can’t have you uncomfortable while you are riding or ripping your pants while straddling that poor animal.” My words sounded dirty to my own ears and had a direct effect on my own anatomy.

  She looked at me confused and then said, “I don’t have clothes to change into.” And then added, “You just couldn’t wait.” She rolled her eyes and I laughed.

  “Come on, I’ll give you something of mine to wear.” I tugged her elbow and headed into the main house.

  * * *

  “I'm not sure I can wear this.” She glanced at my shorts and blue checked shirt. They might be oversized but it was better than her office suit. Five minutes later she came out of the room and my mouth went dry with desire. She looked damn sexy. Well she could wear a sack and would look lovely in it.

  I focused on her horse riding and teaching her how to do it right. I couldn’t help looking at the buttons that she had left open on her shirt. I mentally slapped myself for being such a damn pervert. You are just an old friend to her, nothing more. Just when I thought that, I looked up and found her staring at me. When our eyes met, she looked embarrassed. A small hope sparked in me. A man could certainly wish.

  Tynice

  June 2014, Williamsville, Illinois

  Adrian’s smell was messing with my brain. I sniffed his shirt that I was wearing and it felt like I was engulfed in his body. He smelled so sexy and so manly. I couldn’t help but touch the fabric again and again. Thanks to my dream last night, whenever I looked at him now, all I could think of was him with me in the bath.

  And now being around his cologne, it was driving me crazy. Other than my continuous nagging thoughts, the rest of the time spent with Adrian was phenomenal. He was fun to be with. I don’t remember laughing that much or living in the moment so much in a long time. Well if I really pressed my memory then the last time I had that good of a time was with Adrian years back. The man sure had some effect on me. He helped me loosen up, which I normally didn’t do much.

  He was making dinner for me. Yeah, he actually was doing it and a mean part of me said I could totally get used to it. He had stripped his shirt and was just in a white undershirt and rugged jeans. I was seated on an arm chair sipping a cold beer and he was doing steaks. I noticed the way his muscles flexed. I wondered how many girls drooled over him.

  “You must have women falling at your feet.” I found myself saying it aloud before I knew it.

  “You think?” he asked me, flipping one of the steaks.

  “What’s there to think?” I said and took a gulp of cold liquid just to avoid his gaze.

  “What, I’m just a lanky guy with legs,” he said and I had to smile. That was my tease back in the day.

  “You have turned out okay. No need to get excited, Leggy,” I said and he laughed out loud. Damn, his laugh was infectious. As I straightened my head, I caught Adrian staring at me. His eyes were hungry and all wanting. I felt damp in all the right places as I stared back. The burning smell was what broke off our staring contest.

  * * *

  “Damn, Adrian, who knew you could grill some mean steaks. It was so good, I don’t think I can move anywhere,” I said as I rested my head on the backrest of the couch.

  “A cowboy needs to know how to cook a steak or it will put all cowboys to shame,” he said and I laughed.

  “You did a good job. You should be proud.” He cleaned up the dishes.

  “You need another beer?” he asked and I shook my head.

  “Had enough for a night. I'm already feeling light headed,” I said to him and he came back to sit beside me. Our knees brushed as he stretched his long legs. My whole body warmed up at the brief contact. We both were silent. I knew his eyes were on me. I was beginning to feel the change of air between us. It was getting heated.

  His thigh was just an inch away from me and his hand was resting on the back of the couch, almost touching my hair. Minutes passed without any word. That’s when I risked turning my head towards him. His mouth was slightly opened and his blue eyes were dark and unblinking. His face gave nothing away. It was the opening of his mouth that intrigued me. What would it taste like? I wanted to know.

  “Tynice.” His lips moved slightly. Tynice. That was who I was to him. He was the man who knew the real me, not what the world knew me as. His fingers touched my hair and every hair on my body stood up in anticipation. I don’t know who closed the distance but now we were just inches apart from each other.

  “You are so beautiful,” I said to him and his delectable mouth turned up at the corners, giving me a peek of his white teeth. I had to feel his mouth against mine. And before I could entertain any other thought, I brought my lips closer and slowly brushed them against his once, and then I entered my tongue into his teasing opening and moaned because he tasted delicious. Steak, beer and Adrian – it was my new favorite. My hands rose to his face and his arms snaked around me as he pulled me into his lap. And then Adrian West kissed – really kissed me.

  All previous kisses I had ever shared were put to shame when his mouth invaded mine. Hard at first and then gentle against mine. He trailed his tongue on the contour of my lips, taking his time to savor every nanometer of it. He relished my lower lip from one corner to the other, giving me tingles at every follicle end of my body. Once he had his fill, he focused o
n the upper lip and spent his time relishing in it.

  I was too damn horny and wet and needy. I wanted him to ravage me. I wanted him rough and hard and fast. But he was taking his time with me. But I would be damned if I say I didn’t love every single second of it. He took my lips in between his and sucked and bit and kissed me until I was all but breathless.

  I pushed up against him, signaling him to take care of other needs of mine. “Adrian,” I said as he kissed the corners of my mouth. I had been on edge since earlier when he had placed that small kiss right there when he had come to pick me up.

  “Hmm,” he said between kisses.