Break Away

by Robin Edwards

  Aiden nodded towards the security guard sitting behind a tall black desk who smiled in a way someone does when they’re overjoyed to be acknowledged. As we passed another black desk, a petite woman smiled at Aiden before handing him a stack of envelopes. He took them in his hand without so much as pausing his confident stride across the lobby.

  We rode up the elevator in silence, both taking every opportunity to steal a glance at the other. I felt his eyes on me every time I looked away, and each time I wondered what he was thinking.

  I was a bit shocked by his apartment. It was definitely the bachelor pad I expected, but it was huge from what I could gather. My entire living area could fit into his great room, which was one of two sitting areas I could see. We settled onto his black leather sofa and right away I remembered the severity of the news I had to deliver. My stomach seemed like an endless pit as I forced myself to take a deep breath.

  “So, Emily,” he said my name as if he were practicing the pronunciation. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He smiled while spreading his long arms across the headrest of the sofa. His physique was so muscular, it was evident he was an athlete; I silently questioned how I hadn’t put that together from my memories of him.

  “Well, I wanted to reach out to you after the, uh, night.” I looked up nervously to see him smiling brightly. He seemed to be enjoying my bashfulness. “Obviously, I didn’t know your name, which is embarrassing in itself,” I paused just long enough for him to remind me it was my fault.

  “That’s kind of a consequence of running out,” he raised his eyebrows as he spoke.

  “Yeah,” I sighed before continuing, “so, that night… Umm, well, obviously you know what happened…” I hesitated, and Aiden gently put his hand on my knee.

  “Relax, Emily.” He tilted his head to look in my eyes before asking, “was I an asshole to you?”

  “No! No, you didn’t do anything. Well, actually you kind of did, which is why I’m here,” I looked up to see his face, which was flush with confusion.

  Deciding there was no easy or perfect way to share the news, I just blurted it out, “Aiden, I’m pregnant.”

  He audibly gasped before scrunching his eyebrows together and blinking slowly. His pause was probably only a matter of seconds, but it felt like an eternity as I awaited his response.

  “Are you sure? I remember using a condom,” he said slowly.

  “You did,” I confirmed, watching the confusion wash over him. It was the first time I realized he might not understand that I’d never had sex with anyone else.

  “You were kind of drunk, so you may not remember this, but I was a virgin,” I looked into his eyes before continuing, “and I haven’t been with anyone since ” I explained.

  “I remember, Emily. And I’m not accusing you of being pregnant by someone else. Please don’t be offended; it’s just a lot to take in. I’m a little shocked,” he explained.

  “Believe me, I get it. I’ve had a bit of a roller coaster myself. Who else loses their virginity on a one-night stand, without even knowing the man’s name, only to find out you’re pregnant 6-weeks later?” I rhetorically asked. He looked a little sad for me as he probably realized how much I’d been handling all of this time.

  “Do you want something to drink?” He asked as he rose from the sofa. I simply nodded, and he disappeared into the kitchen.

  Looking around his apartment, I was reminded of Mariah’s Intel; he was filthy rich. We’d taken a private elevator to get to his penthouse apartment, and everything in it looked incredibly expensive – the artwork, the grand piano in the next room, his larger than life television, and even the state of the art kitchen I noticed on our walk in.

  “Here you go,” Aiden said as he handed a Red Bull to me. My face must have let him know how displeased I was.

  “Oh, you can’t drink these, with… the baby?” He motioned towards my belly.

  “I’m not sure, but I hate these,” I sat the small can on the coffee table.

  “Are you serious?” He smiled like it was a complete shock.

  “Yeah, I’ve only ever had one – in your hotel room – and it was disgusting,” I scrunched my nose while glancing at the silver can.

  “That’s hilarious,” he remarked as he reached to retrieve the can before continuing, “all this time the only thing I thought I knew about you was that you loved Red Bull,” he shook his head as he walked back towards the kitchen.

  I was a bit taken aback by his admission. I hadn’t imagined him thinking of me at all. I guess Mariah’s theory was right, we were both wondering about each other. Watching Aiden walk back towards the sofa, I could see the pain on his face every time he stepped with his right foot. Remembering him sitting out during the game I’d watched with Mariah, I assumed this was the injury that sidelined him.

  “Is this okay?” He asked while handing me a clear bottle of Fiji water. I smiled and nodded before opening the bottle and taking a quick sip.

  “What’s hurt on your leg?” I asked, looking towards his right leg.

  “Knee sprain,” he frowned as he exhaled deeply while looking at his knee with disappointment.

  “Do you want me to massage it?” I asked, and his head snapped up to look at me with a bit of shock. “I’m a gymnastics coach, so I’m pretty good at massaging injuries,” I explained, and he seemed to understand.

  “Yeah, if you want to,” he shrugged his shoulders.

  “You’ll kind of have to take these off,” I motioned toward his Nike sweatpants bashfully.

  “Yeah, that’s usually how it works,” he teased before standing and removing his pants. I tried to look away as he stepped out of the gray sweatpants before unzipping the matching hoodie and tossing it aside. He settled back onto the sofa wearing a crisp white T-shirt and black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

  “Just tell me if it hurts,” I warned while glancing up towards him. Our eyes locked for just a few seconds longer than necessary. I turned away as I felt myself blushing, choosing to focus on his injury.

  “So you’re a coach?” He asked, jolting my thoughts.

  “Yep. Well, I’m a gymnastics teacher, but I coach private lessons on the side.” I explained.

  “You’re a teacher?” He asked excitedly, a huge smile plastered across his face.

  “Is that surprising?” I asked while kneading the muscles around his knee.

  “I just thought you were a teacher. That was my guess about you,” he said before closing his eyes, wincing in pain.

  “That hurts?” I asked, quickly removing my hand.

  “No,” he said, reaching down to grab my hand and place it back where it was on his knee.

  As our hands touched, I felt it again. There were tingles throughout my body as his touch brought me alive. His eyes shot open as his hand still lingered on my wrist. He began moving toward me slowly, as I remained frozen until his soft lips were pressed against mine. Just as I moved to release his lips, he gently bit my bottom lip, causing me to inhale sharply. As if the slight opening was his invitation, Aiden cupped the small of my neck while pulling me toward him, deepening the kiss as his tongue swirled against mine.

  Without thinking, I crawled toward him as our kiss grew with passion and intensity until I was straddling him, his hands roaming from my hair to my hips. Desire raced through me as I ran my fingernails along his scalp. I instinctually ground my lace covered opening against his growing erection, which seemed to excite him as a small groan escaped from his mouth into mine.

  “God,” I gasped as I leaned my head back, overcome with want. I was craving him. Aiden quickly moved his kisses to my neck, running his tongue from my ear to my collarbone before grazing my shoulder with his teeth. The sensation was incredible as my body melted beneath his touch.

  “Can I please take you to bed?” He whispered in my ear as his hands cupped my ass, his face buried in my neck. I felt him inhale deeply as a moan escaped me.

  “Yes,” I breathed, desperate to feel his skin against mine.<
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  Without hesitation Aiden stood, lifting me with ease as he continued to kiss all over my neck while walking through his luxurious penthouse. Craving to taste him, I ran my tongue along his neck before nibbling his ear lobe. Aiden gently tugged a handful of my hair, demanding my face to meet his before slowly kissing my lips as we entered his masculine bedroom, which was decorated in dark gray hues.

  His dark eyes were piercing as he looked at me while pressing his lips against mine. Fighting the urge to close my eyes, I met his gaze before sliding my tongue into his mouth, again deepening the kiss, as our eyes remained locked on each other.

  Chapter Seven

  AIDEN

  It all seemed a bit like a dream. After weeks of wondering about the mystery blonde and where she’d went, she was now naked beneath me in my bed. Looking down into her blue eyes they sparkled brighter than I remembered.

  She squirmed as I nibbled along her neck and the feel of her body was so warm, so real, I knew this couldn’t be a dream. I’d wanted this so bad since the last time I’d felt her. Trying to extend the desire until I couldn’t stand it any longer, I kissed down her body, stopping at her perky breasts. They were a perfect size, just enough for a handful. Drawing circles with my tongue, I gently tugged her nipple with my teeth as it hardened in my mouth.

  Emily arched her back as she moaned with pleasure. My cock was so hard it hurt, but I wanted to taste every inch of her before I felt her insides curve to me.

  Continuing down her body, I kissed on her belly and the realization that she was carrying my child set in. I thought it would ruin the mood, but instead, it turned me on even further. This woman, who had only felt me inside her, was now carrying my child.

  Pushing her knees upward, I spread her legs apart before looking at her freshly waxed opening. She glistened with arousal as I moved my tongue over her cleft while massaging her clit with my thumb. She twisted and turned as she fought her climax, which only turned me on further. I moved to suck her clit, and she moaned so loud as her hands dug into my hair. I could’ve come on the spot; her pleasure was driving me crazy. I felt her orgasm take over her, as her thin legs began to shake.

  Slipping my boxers off, I looked up towards Emily, as she looked completely relaxed in her post-climactic high. Kneeling between her legs on both knees, I smiled at her pleasure as a bashful grin swept across her face. How she could look so innocent while turning me on beyond belief was a mystery to me. I reached toward my nightstand for a condom and remembered she was already pregnant.

  “Do I need to use a condom?” I asked. She instantly blushed before frowning. “I get tested regularly,” I added in case she worried about that. Her innocent smile lets me know that concern hadn’t even crossed her mind before her long blonde hair fanned across my navy linen as she shook her head. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had unprotected sex. The desire to feel her with no barriers made pre-come glisten on the tip of my cock.

  Positioning myself between her legs, I balanced my weight on my elbows before slowly easing into her. Fuck, she felt amazing.

  “God,” she moaned, while tightly gripping my shoulders. I was glad to know I felt as good to her as she did to me.

  Emily wrapped her legs around my waist as her body stretched to make room for me. Her hips began rocking, urging me to increase the pace. She was so greedy for me, and I loved it. Swiveling my hips, I dove into her as I looked down into her icy blue eyes. She bit her bottom lip, and I had to close my eyes to stop myself from coming.

  Her nails dug into my skin as she lifted her pelvis to meet me with every thrust, our pace continuing to increase.

  “Fuck,” I bit out. She felt too good. She was so tight and wet, and just knowing I was the only person to ever feel her made me want to explode.

  “Aiden! Right there,” she pleaded, and I slammed into her over and over as she squeezed me with her legs and arms before her body fell over the edge of pleasure.

  The sounds of her climax pushed me closer to my own release. I dug into her as I felt myself losing control. As if Emily could sense my approaching orgasm, she softly moaned in my ear before nibbling my ear lobe. Closing my eyes, I buried my face in her soft hair, enjoying the lavender and rose scent I’d remembered so well.

  My senses were on overload as her fingernails ran over my scalp; her alluring aroma captivated me, while her seductive moans in my ear egged me on. She felt amazing to every inch of my body; the sensation was too much to bear. Unable to fight it any longer, I let go and came so hard, exploding inside her as she held me tightly. My hips slowed, as my cock twitched inside her, releasing every drop of gratification.

  I rolled onto my back before looking over to Emily. She lay smiling at me, and I couldn’t help the grin of satisfaction that covered my face. She was even better than I remembered. Our sexual chemistry was unparalleled. Pulling her toward me, I spooned her before gently kissing her neck. I fell asleep with her soft back pressed against my chest as her seductive scent permeated my airways.

  I awoke suddenly, confused about where I was. Looking around I quickly realized I was in my own bed, and as I looked over to Emily, everything came rushing back to me. My cock began rising as the sex replayed in my mind. The irony that I was having the best sex of my life with a virgin brought a smile to my face.

  Emily was lying naked, her sundress thrown on the floor. She was absolutely beautiful. Her hair was messily splayed across her face, so I gently brushed it aside. A shadow of a smile graced her face before her muscles again relaxed. My eyes wandered over her naked body, stopping at her belly, which still looked as flat as it did the day I met her.

  Imagining her body growing to carry my baby gave me a rush of mixed feelings. Jeff always told me I was great with kids, and I couldn’t deny that I loved George and Victoria, but could I be a good dad to kids of my own? I never really imagined my life with children, but if I did, I’d want to be married. I definitely wasn’t going to force a relationship with Emily because she was pregnant, and I was happy she didn’t seem to be doing that with me either.

  Our sexual chemistry was amazing, but could that actually translate into a healthy relationship? I’d rather not try at all than to end up divorcing and having my child the product of a broken home. All of my friends’ parents divorced when I was younger, and I’d witnessed firsthand how difficult it was for them to handle. I couldn’t do that to a child.

  Then I thought of the paparazzi always chasing my son or daughter while they went to school or played at the park. The tabloids would have a field day when they found out about Emily. I shook my head just thinking about my PR team’s reaction when I’d break the news to them tomorrow.

  Maybe it would be best if I just gave her money to handle the situation completely. The thought of her having an abortion made my stomach turn, but maybe the child would be better off without me. I could just give Emily money to assist her. She could hire a nanny, and a chef, to make her life easier. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I didn’t want to give her a check only to never see her again. I wanted to watch her belly grow and be there when she brought my son or daughter into the world.

  The circumstances were by no means perfect, but they definitely could have been worse. At least she wasn’t a puck bunny, chasing after my money. She seemed passionate about gymnastics when she brought it up earlier. I wondered if she were a gymnast herself when she was younger. She’d probably have to take time off of work as her belly grew, and of course, once the baby was born. The idea of her having to sit out from something she loved made me feel for her because I could relate.

  Not being able to play hockey was a constant frustration for me. The past hours were the first time since I was injured that I hadn’t been in a foul mood over my knee sprain. I guess I owed that moment of bliss to Emily. I still couldn’t believe she’d found me. After all of those weeks without hearing from her, I had accepted that it was a lost cause.

  “Hi,” she murmured, disrupting my thoughts. I smirked
as I looked down into her eyes, her cheeks instantly blushing under my gaze.

  “How’d you find me?” I blurted out, my thoughts getting the best of me.

  “My best friend Mariah came to cheer me up last night, and she’s a huge hockey fan, so she turned on the game, and boom – there you were!” She explained without hesitation.

  “Why were you down?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?” She seemed confused.

  “You said your best friend came to cheer you up, but why were you down?” I reiterated as I brushed her hair off of her face before tucking it behind her ear. She paused, and I waited for her to gather her thoughts, not wanting to pressure her to answer.

  “I wasn’t the happiest about being pregnant and not knowing who the father was.” She whispered, diverting her eyes from mine, naturally a bit embarrassed.

  “So what were you going to do?” I asked curiously.

  “My doctor had given me a list of single mom support groups, in addition to other options that I’d kind of decided against,” she glanced at me, and I knew she was referring to her decision not to have an abortion. Since I felt the same, I decided to change the topic completely.

  “What did your parents say?” I asked, sure she must have told them by now.

  “My parents died when I was in college,” she said matter-of-factly. I felt like an idiot.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said with wide eyes, instantly regretting my change

  in topics.

  “It’s fine. You didn’t know,” she assured me as she placed her small hand over mine. Her skin was so soft; I imagined she had a skincare regimen as strict as my mother’s.

  “Do you think it’s a girl or a boy?” I asked, again switching the topic. The smile that spread across Emily’s face awoke something deep within me. There was no denying that I had strong feelings for her, but I couldn’t be sure just what that meant.