Love Accidental

by Tia Siren

  I shrugged a shoulder. “I’m more than willing to be a trendsetter if it is for the good of those in need. I have plenty of money. Obviously, I want to keep enough to live comfortably, but I also want to share with those who have true need. I don’t need to have a fat bank account. I can be comfortable and still be generous. I’m going to do more,” I vowed.

  She was looking at me in a way I knew well. “Now that they’ve announced the grand total, can we get out of here?”

  I smiled, eagerly nodding my head. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Grabbing her hand, I said my goodbyes at the table and started to make my way toward the door. It wasn’t an easy getaway. There were other charity heads who wanted a minute of my time, people who wanted to shake my hand and talk about my company. I didn’t want to talk about any of it. I wanted to get home with Kendall and show her how much I had missed her.

  When we finally extricated ourselves from the well-meaning people, I was feeling desperate. It took every ounce of my self-control not to throw her over my shoulder to make the exit faster. The heels I had picked to go with the dress weren’t exactly great for making a hasty exit.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Kendall

  Saturday night

  It took every ounce of self-control to keep my hands to myself in the back of the limo as the driver navigated through the busy city streets.

  “Maybe we could walk,” I whispered. “There’s so much traffic.”

  “We’ll be there soon enough,” he replied, his voice strained.

  I wanted to rub my legs together, needing something to take the edge off. I couldn’t ever remember being so horny. I felt electric. My skin felt hot and tight and super sensitive. By the time the car stopped in front of the townhouse, Dylan and I were barely holding it together. We climbed out of the car and pushed through the front door, taking the stairs two at a time in a race to get to his bedroom.

  With the door slammed shut behind us, I took a minute to catch my breath after our hasty multi-level climb.

  “That dress has been making me crazy all night,” he growled, walking toward me.

  I spun around, giving him my back so he could undo the zipper. He slowly slid it down. I moved my arms to pull the dress forward before stepping out of it and turning to face him.

  With one hand on my hip, I smiled. “I like what you picked out.”

  He nodded his head, his eyes full of passion. “Me too.”

  We stood staring at each other before he pounced. His mouth slammed against mine as his hands roamed over my body, stroking over the satin and lace bra before moving to my back, sliding down to cup my ass with his big hands. I wanted to climb the man as he stood. I couldn’t get close enough. I needed his skin against mine. My hands moved to the buttons on his shirt, and quickly, with dexterity I didn’t know was humanly possible, I unfastened the buttons in record time.

  I hated how many layers he had on and growled long and low in the back of my throat with frustration. I couldn’t get him naked fast enough.

  He batted my hands away and took over the job. I was hot, needing to be touched, and found myself running my hand over my breast, cupping and squeezing as I unwatched him dress. I rubbed my legs together, growing hotter by the second. When he stripped off his underwear, it was my turn to pounce. I dropped to my knees in front of him, leaning back on my heels as I looked up into his eyes, silently asking for permission to taste him.

  His nostrils flared, which I took as a yes. I reached out to hold his heavy cock in my hand. My tongue lapped the head, circling once, then twice before sucking it into my mouth. I moaned low in my throat, the vibration humming over his engorged shaft. I tasted him, encouraged to keep licking and sucking when I heard him moan from above me.

  Putting all my pent-up desire into the task at hand, I sucked his penis, loving the sounds I heard him making. I felt him stiffen and knew he was close. I sucked long and hard before his hands moved to my hair and gently pulled. He reached down, pulling me up and walking me to his bed. His hand moved over the bra, quickly unclasping it and letting it fall to the ground. We both looked down at the matching V-string. I looked up, met his eyes, and saw that wicked gleam a second before he ripped them from my body. I bit my lip, nearly climaxing with the aggressive move.

  “You’re an amazing woman,” he whispered, bending to kiss me as his hand moved over my breasts.

  My hands moved to his chest, feeling the hardness as he pushed me onto the bed. I lay down, ready to take him inside me. Instead of moving on top of my body, he crawled alongside me, his dick pressing against my hip as his hand slid over my thigh before coming to rest on my center. His mouth closed over mine, kissing me soundly as his fingers worked inside my pussy, tickling my clit and bringing me to the cusp of an orgasm.

  He pulled his hand away. “Please,” I whispered into his mouth. “I ache all over. I need it.”

  “What do you need?”

  “You. I need you inside me. Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me like only you can.”

  His tongue pushed inside my mouth as his fingers pushed inside my pussy. His tongue flicked in and out, pushing and probing, mimicking the actions of his fingers inside me. The dual assault on my body pushed me over the edge. I eagerly tumbled into the climax, letting my body rock against his fingers as I sucked on his tongue.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, pulling away before climbing over the top of me.

  “All for you,” I whimpered, the last spasms rocking through my body.

  “Damn straight,” he growled, pushing his dick inside me.

  I cried out, arching my back as I accepted his invasion. My body was still clenching from the orgasm, and my pussy pulled him in. His slow impalement sent me flying high again. I rocked against him and stiffened as my body gushed around him.

  “Another one? Already?” He groaned. “Girl, you’re going to kill me.”

  His voice was guttural. It sounded as if he were in pain as he buried himself inside me, my body clenching and squeezing his cock.

  My muscles relaxed, releasing me from the strong grip of the never-ending orgasm. “God, I don’t know what happened.”

  He chuckled, rising up on his hands and slowly pulling out before thrusting again. “I want to make it happen again.”

  I wasn’t sure I could survive another orgasm that stretched on and on like that but was happy to give it a shot.

  His body pushed deeper into mine, filling me completely before withdrawing and filling me again and again at an agonizingly slow pace that scraped over raw nerves. Each drag over my clit had me jerking with intense pleasure.

  “Wait!” I cried out, not knowing why I said it. “Oh no. Oh yes. Oh go, go, go, go!” I cried as the climax built up, demanding a little more tickling before it would erupt.

  He thrust hard and deep, giving my body exactly what it needed to go over the edge. I was whimpering with pleasure as he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I lay flat against his chest, kissing one nipple and then the other, nibbling and tweaking each one with my teeth.

  “I’m dying, Kendall. You have to ride me,” he grunted, rocking his hips up, spurring me into action.

  I rose up, running my hands over his chest and down his flat stomach before leaning backward, resting my hands on his thighs. I arched my back, finding previously untouched nerves deep inside my pussy as his dick shifted inside me.

  “Fuck,” he moaned. “There!”

  I held my position and slowly rotated my hips, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy. His hands slapped against my hips, jerking me forward, driving himself higher inside my body.

  I sat forward, looked directly in his eyes, and let myself get lost in the moment. I rode him hard and fast, pushing him higher inside me, driving him closer to his release. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were squeezing my hips, forcing me to move faster.

  “Dammit!” he cried out, practically throwing me off him. “Roll over!”

  I rolled onto my hand
s and knees as he moved as well. I arched my back, thrusting my butt into the air, anxious to have him back inside me.

  “No,” he groaned, pushing me down until I was flat on my stomach.

  My legs automatically opened, once again preparing to take him inside.

  I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my legs together until my thighs were nearly touching. I had a brief moment of confusion and excitement, anticipating his next move. He lowered himself over me, using his hand to guide his cock between my legs, probing at my entrance before pushing in.

  The friction was intense as he pushed inside, my closed legs making him feel even bigger as he filled me.

  “That’s it. Oh yeah, that’s it,” he whispered, biting the back of my neck as he pushed inside me to the hilt. His body was pressed against mine, pushing me into the mattress. I was paralyzed with sweet ecstasy. I couldn’t move. I could only moan as every inch of his body connected with mine.

  He sucked on the side of my exposed neck, sending a spiral of electricity straight to my pussy. My orgasm slowly built. My arms were spread wide beside me, and I grabbed fistfuls of the comforter.

  “There you go. Give it to me,” he whispered, rubbing his body up and down mine.

  I heard and felt a low keening sound escape my lips as I fell deeper into the dark abyss of the sweetest orgasm. I wanted to wallow there forever. I heard him grunt and felt his body stiffen over mine before I was filled with his release.

  I wanted to stay right as we were forever. I loved being blanketed by him. It only lasted a few seconds before he rolled to the side, his hand slowly stroking up and down my back.

  “I hope I didn’t squish you.”

  I moaned, too relaxed to form words. “You didn’t,” I managed to get out.

  Suddenly, I was very sleepy and I didn’t want to move. I was supremely comfortable and wanted to stay as I was. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought about my secret. When he had stripped me, I had been scared he would somehow know. I wasn’t showing, but the guilt was making me paranoid.

  I was supposed to have told him about the pregnancy after the ball. I’d had no idea I was going to be so hot for him until I saw him standing there in his tuxedo.

  Opening my eyes, I saw him staring at me. A slow smile spread across my face. “What are you doing?” I asked.

  His hand kept moving over my spine. “Watching you bask in the afterglow.”

  I smiled even bigger. “It is a delicious feeling. I don’t think I ever want to move.”

  “Then don’t. Stay right there. I want to take you again and again, just like that.”

  A shiver rolled over my body. “I don’t know if I could survive.”

  He lay down beside me, facing me, our noses inches apart. “Stay with me. Don’t leave.”

  I sighed. I didn’t want to leave, but this was probably going to be our last night together. Once I told him I was pregnant, he would run in the opposite direction. I was going to let myself enjoy this one last night with him. I’d tell him about the baby in the morning.

  “Why don’t we get under the blankets?” he asked. “Your shivering.”

  I lifted my head a little and looked at him. “It has nothing to do with me being cold.”

  That made him grin, and I could have sworn I saw his head inflate before my very eyes. “Are you all aquiver after sex with me?”

  I giggled. “I am. You rocked my world,” I joked.

  With energy I didn’t feel, I climbed off the bed, helped him pull down the blankets, and crawled back in, snuggling close to him. I laid my head on his chest and sighed in contentment. I was going to miss him, and the sex, a lot. I was sure I would never find another man who would ever measure up—in a very literal sense.

  “Good night,” he whispered into the dark room.

  “Good night.”

  My heart was heavy as I let myself drift off to sleep, dreading the moment I had to tell him.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Dylan

  Sunday

  I rolled out of bed, being careful not to disturb her as I moved. She looked pale against my black sheets. I had a feeling she still wasn’t eating right. I wanted to take care of her, to restore that color in her cheeks. I was so happy to have her back. I didn’t want her to ever leave again. I wanted to do everything in my power to keep her happy and healthy.

  Making my way into the kitchen, I immediately dismissed the eggs when I opened the refrigerator. I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. I pulled out fresh fruit, found some bagels and cream cheese, and prepared her a tray. Breakfast in bed—that was romantic. Aaron had told me that gestures counted. I wanted to pave the way to have the talk Aaron had been pushing me to have. I needed to tell Kendall how I felt. The words were creating a pit in the bottom of my stomach, and I had to get them off my chest.

  Carrying the tray upstairs, I used my foot to open the door and immediately noticed my bed was empty.

  “What the hell?” I mumbled, looking around the room.

  I walked into the room and set the tray down on the small table positioned between two reading chairs.

  “Kendall?” I called her name, wondering if she had gone up to her room or maybe taken the elevator downstairs. I silently cursed having a big house. It was too easy to lose her.

  I heard a noise and followed it to my bathroom. Hearing the horrible sound again, I realized Kendall was getting sick. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

  “Kendall, are you okay?” I asked, genuinely worried for her health. I considered calling my personal doctor to come and check her out.

  I heard her moan. “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”

  Walking away from the bathroom door, I gave her some privacy while I pulled out a pair of sweats, stepping into them while I waited for her to come out. I had thought to stay in my underwear with the intention of having a little after-breakfast fun, but I didn’t think that was on the agenda any longer. I would have to wait.

  I heard the bathroom door open and spun around. She was holding a cloth, wiping her face, looking as weak as a newborn kitten. When she saw me, she looked absolutely mortified and immediately pulled her shoulders back. She had thrown on the shirt I had been wearing last night. It was sexy as hell on her and made me forget all about her current condition.

  “You okay?” I asked her, walking toward her, needing to wrap her up in my arms.

  She sighed. “Yes.”

  “I didn’t realize you’d had that much to drink last night.”

  “I didn’t drink anything. I only had sparkling water.”

  “Oh. You must have picked up a flu bug,” I said.

  “Can we sit down?” She gestured toward the small sitting area.

  “Sure.”

  She looked at her hands, which were folded in her lap. “Dylan, I’m pregnant.”

  There was a strange buzzing noise in my ears. I couldn’t speak. I stared at her for several seconds, waiting for her to clarify what she had said. There was no way she was telling me she was pregnant. That couldn’t be what she had said.

  “Huh?” I said, dumbfounded.

  Her eyes met mine, and in a moment of clarity, I realized she wasn’t teasing. “I’m pregnant. I found out last week and kind of panicked.”

  “You found out last week?”

  She nodded. “The day I had your guy take me to the drugstore.”

  I nodded, following along but still in shock. “You’re pregnant?”

  I was feeling a bit like a parrot, but those words were all I could come up with. My mind had turned to mush. I felt like I was stuck in thick mud and unable to move my brain forward.

  “Yes, Dylan. I’m pregnant. It’s yours,” she said, her tone terse.

  “You’re serious?”

  She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “This is why I left. I knew you would react like this.”

  My eyes went wide. “Well, I sure as hell didn’t know how I would react. I’m glad you had it all figured out.�
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  “You don’t want kids. I knew this wouldn’t be good news for you.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t think you know much about me at all.”

  There was a fire in her eyes, and it had nothing to do with desire. “I know enough. You told me you didn’t want a family, that you weren’t ready to settle down.”

  “That was different!” I said, jumping up from the chair. “I didn’t even know you. All I knew was you were lying about who you were. I wanted to get you into bed, but I also wanted it very clear I wasn’t looking for a relationship!”

  Her eyes narrowed and her chin came up as she glared at me. “Oh, I knew exactly what you were after. Don’t worry, I was after the same thing. The only difference is that I got a little souvenir out of the deal. Don’t you worry about a thing, though. I only told you because it was the right thing to do. Now I wish I hadn’t.”

  I was so angry in that moment, I felt like I could spit fire. I had to get away from her before I said something I couldn’t take back.

  I left the room, slamming the door behind me as I stalked downstairs, purposely stomping my bare feet with every step. The pain felt good. It helped minimize the pain in my heart. She had lied to me again. Well, that wasn’t technically true. She hadn’t lied; she just hadn’t told me the truth. She had once again reverted to keeping important matters from me. I had thought we had moved past that. I had thought she trusted me.

  I flopped down in the chair behind my desk, burying my face in my hands.

  “Dammit.”

  I felt like such an idiot. I was not used to being played. Kendall had made me fall for her. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid.

  Aaron had gotten me into this mess, so I’d call him. I didn’t care that it was early on a Sunday morning. He could damn well spout out some more of that awesome advice he’d been feeding me.

  “This better be good,” he groaned, his voice full of sleep.

  “Oh, it’s good all right. Where are you?” I asked, immediately realizing the absurdity of the question.

  “I’m at the mall. Where the hell do you think I am!?”