“You know what I want. I have to hear you say you want it too.”
I looked into his amber eyes. “Yes. I need you to fuck me.”
Austin scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, placing me next to the bed. He kissed me hard as he cupped my breasts and used his thumbs to caress my nipples. I reached down to stroke his erection, which was straining against his jeans. Austin moaned into my mouth as I undid his zipper and dropped to my knees.
“Sammy, what are you doing?”
“I want to suck you.”
I had done it so infrequently when we were together, but now I craved the feel of him in my mouth. He stood there mesmerized as I tugged his jeans down to his thighs and released his large organ. The shaft was thick, and his mushroom head was a light shade of purple. He pulled my hair away from my neck and wound it around his hand as I fisted his base and circled his head with my tongue.
“Fucking Christ, that feels so good.”
I took him deeper into my mouth, and he gently thrust his hips. I relished his masculine scent as I sucked him and fondled his balls with my hand. I knew he could go all night, but I wanted to make him come. Watching him fall apart as I made him explode would give me such pleasure.
I looked up at him, and his amber eyes had grown dark as his pupils dilated and obscured the irises. When he tightened his hold on my hair, I could tell he was growing closer to his release. I took him as deep as I could go, almost gagging but suppressing the urge. I slid my tongue on the underside of his shaft, tickling him. He moaned loudly.
“Stop if you don’t want me to come.”
I didn’t. I hollowed my cheeks and he screamed my name as the first splash of salty semen hit the back of my throat. It seemed to go on forever, and my eyes watered as I swallowed all Austin had to offer. I released him, and he backed away, sinking to the bed with his massive erection glistening with my saliva. His chest heaved, and he shook his head as if unbelieving of what I’d just done.
“Dammit, Sammy. That was incredible. I need to return the favor.”
“No. I want you to make love to me.”
“That would be part of it.”
“I need sex, Austin. It’s been too long.”
He reached for me, and I stood between his legs while he placed his head against my stomach. I ran my hands through his thick hair, playing with the tiny curls at the nape of his neck. Tears threatened, but I forced them away.
“Let’s get you undressed,” he said.
I unwound my arms from him, and he stood, undressing me then himself. There was no talk of anything. He placed me on my back and positioned his penis at my slick entrance. In anticipation of his large size, I gently bit the inside of my cheek.
Austin thrust hard as if he couldn’t wait to get inside me. I gasped as he stretched me and pushed me up the bed.
“I’m sorry, Sammy,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
He moved slowly, and I savored every inch of him, in and out. I felt him pulsing inside me and dug my nails into his back, raking them across his skin.
“I missed this so much. I miss you,” I said.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him tightly against me. I wanted to feel. The tears started to come as my core tensed, and I exploded, splintering into a million pieces. I couldn’t stop as my emotions got the best of me. Austin halted his movements inside me and wiped at my face with his fingers.
“Did I hurt you? Sammy, please don’t cry.”
“It just feels so good. Fuck me harder.”
Even though I had just come, I wanted to again. He sped up his hips, pounding into me. Austin dug his teeth into the corner of his bottom lip as he concentrated on making me come again.
“Give me another.” He said,
I let go seconds later with a loud feral howl, calling his name as I arched my back. Austin slammed into me twice more before he began to fill me with his creamy cum. When he was finished, he rolled over, so I was on top.
“God, I forgot how perfect it was to be with you. Tell me why you were crying?”
I put my head in the crook of Austin’s neck. “I told you.”
“It’s not because it felt good.”
“It is,” I insisted.
“Is it so bad to tell me the truth?”
“That is the truth. I haven’t been with anyone else since you, and I needed this. I need it.”
“It or the person giving it to you?”
I lifted my head to look at him. “I’m not going to deny we have a connection; I think we always will. We were always in sync when it came to sex.”
Austin smoothed my hair from my face. “But not anything else?”
“I didn’t say that.”
I slid off him and moved to his side. Austin curled around me and held me in his arms. I missed everything about him, and if I wasn’t so stubborn, I might’ve admitted it to him. We fell asleep, and when I woke, dawn was leaking in the windows. The lights in the room were on from the night before. He was still curled around me, and I pressed my nose to his arm and inhaled. I loved his scent.
The small bedside clock told me that is was six. I needed to get up if I was to make it to the office by seven thirty. I tried to escape Austin’s steely grip, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“Hey, I have to go to work.”
“I’m afraid if I let you go, this will never happen again.”
“I can’t agree to it happening again. Do you think it’s healthy?”
He released me and pulled on my shoulder so I would look at him. “For who?”
“Both of us. We’re not in a relationship; we’re just friends.”
“Who are we hurting if we agree to this? No one.”
It was hurting me because I wanted him to be mine again, but my fear of his rejection kept me from admitting how I really felt. After all, I was the ice queen. I was supposed to be devoid of emotion. I slipped from the bed and went to take a shower. When I came out, he was dressed and slipping on his sneakers.
“You’re leaving today?”
“I have to get back. My assistant has been teaching my classes. I’m giving a test on Monday that I need to draw up. Roman is taking care of the arrangements for my grandmother.”
“Will I see you again?”
“Call me when you get back to Los Angeles. We can have lunch or dinner.”
“I should be there by mid-week. I didn’t go this week because I was training two new executives. I might be back there permanently in the next few weeks.”
“That’s good to hear.”
He came to me and kissed my forehead then he turned, grabbed his jacket, and left. I felt empty and sank to the corner of the bed, staring at the carpet. It was a bad idea to make love with Austin. It made me feel worse than when we weren’t having sex. It wasn’t permanent, and the fear that eventually he would move on made me nauseous.
13
Edith got better and went for rehabilitation with a physical therapist. I visited her several times, and she grumbled about the woman killing her. I promised to take her out to dinner when she felt well enough. Austin and I texted each other occasionally, but never got together when I was in Los Angeles.
I spent Thanksgiving alone in my room watching television and ordering room service. My parents were now in Costa Rica, taking a much-needed vacation with a couple who retired there. They didn’t even bother to call me. I guess I should be used to it by now.
I was sure I would be able to take my vacation to the Maldives since Tailwind was running smoothly. The president and vice president I hired seemed to pick up on the policies and procedures. I poached them from another animation studio in the city.
The movie we had produced about the kittens and puppies called Pet’s Day Off was in the process of editing. We were on schedule to release it by Christmas. It would be the first movie Tailwind released after Spotlight purchased the company and I hoped it would do well.
By the third week of December, I w
as feeling run down and constantly nauseous. I was exhausted and just had to make it through two more weeks before I left for vacation. I woke one morning and the minute I sat up, I had to run to the bathroom to throw up.
A stomach bug had been going around the office, and I figured I might have caught it. I worked from my hotel and spent the day eating crackers and drinking ginger ale. By the next morning, I felt better until I got out of bed. The same process occurred as I buried my head in the toilet and threw up.
We were in the midst of preparing for the release of Pet’s Day Off and I couldn’t spare another sick day. After I ran to the bathroom for the third time, Luna followed me into my office.
Her face had worry written all over. “Are you okay?”
“I feel miserable. This virus is knocking me out.”
She frowned. “Miss Stone, are you sure it’s a virus?”
I looked into her brown eyes. “What are you asking?”
“Well, you told me it’s only in the mornings.”
“I’m not sure I’m following you.”
“I had the same thing during my pregnancies.”
“I doubt that’s the case. I’m on birth con…”
Holy shit, when was the last time I took my pills? I grabbed my purse and came up with my pills. I hadn’t gotten a refill, and the container was empty. I clapped my hand over my mouth.
“Could it be possible?” she asked.
I nodded, having a sick feeling in my stomach and not from morning sickness.
“I guess I should go to the doctor.”
“I can give you the name of mine. She’s excellent.”
“I’d appreciate that. And please keep this quiet. The last thing I need is rumors going around the office.”
“I would never reveal your business.”
“Thank you.”
Luna left and came back a few minutes later with her doctor’s name and number on a yellow sticky note. When she was gone, I called for an appointment. They had a cancellation today if I could get there by noon. I said I could and grabbed my purse as I ran out the door.
“They have a cancellation. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I called as I passed by Luna’s desk.
“Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
I sat in Doctor Nicole Daly’s office looking around at the women who were there. Some were in the stages of late pregnancy. I wasn’t sure if I wanted this or how I was going to tell Austin. The doctor was running late, and I put my head back against the wall and dozed. A nurse called my name, waking me.
The nurse took my vitals, told me to change into a gown, and I waited for the doctor to come into the examination room. Dr. Nicole Daly came in a few minutes later; she was a small woman with blonde hair and stormy gray eyes behind stylish wire-framed glasses. She introduced herself, and I explained my situation.
“Let’s have you give us some urine and blood.”
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but the test revealed that I was pregnant. I hadn’t been careful. Dr. Daly wanted to calculate when I got pregnant, but I knew exactly when it happened. She took me to the ultrasound room to get a picture.
“There’s your baby,” she said as she pointed to a tiny little spot on the screen.
I squinted at the spot. “That looks like an almond.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” she said with a smile.
She handed me some towels to wipe the gel off my belly and told me to meet her in her office. Dr. Daly gave me instructions and suggested a brand of prenatal vitamins that I should start taking. I could no longer drink coffee or wine, which were my pick me ups and relaxers. She said I should make sure to get enough sleep and exercise. I didn’t tell her that was almost impossible with my schedule.
I left her office with the knowledge that I was now pregnant, and Austin was the father. There was no doubt I wanted to keep this baby. By the time I gave birth, I would practically be thirty-four, my biological clock was speeding along.
My dilemma was telling Austin. He had a horrible experience with a young woman who lied to him, telling him he was the father of her baby when he was not. There was no doubt he was the father of this baby because he had been the only person I’d been with in years. But I had agreed to sex without taking care with my birth control. He might not want a child, and now he had no choice.
I was flying back to Los Angeles on Wednesday, and I made up my mind to tell him I was pregnant. He needed to know. I might be the ice queen, but I would never keep something like this from him. I just had to find the right time to tell him.
My flight to Los Angeles would get me in 10:23 AM. I would text Austin from my office at Spotlight and ask if I could see him after work. I was fidgety the entire plane ride, making the man next to me angry. He asked me several times if I could stop. Normally I would’ve told him off, but I had other things on my mind.
I was grateful for the warm weather of Los Angeles after leaving the cold of New York. I headed directly to Spotlight and spent most of the day talking on the phone. Spotlight was in negotiations with a director for our new yet unnamed film. It was exhausting, and I was amazed I could concentrate with the news I had to deliver. Before I left the office, I called Austin to ask if I could stop by his place.
“Hey, how are you?”
I chewed on my lip. “I’m in Los Angeles. I thought we could get together.”
“Sure. I’m barbecuing. Want to stop by for dinner?”
“I guess. I’m not very hungry.”
“You remember my ribs? That’s what I’m making. I bet you’ll want to dive in once you get here.”
“I should be over in about a half hour.”
I took a cab since I hadn’t told Antonio I would be in town and didn’t want to disrupt his evening. When we pulled up to Austin’s, my stomach started to do flip flops. My nerves were shot, and all I wanted to do was get the news I had to tell him out.
I rang the bell, wishing I had brought something, but I forgot. The door opened, and I was shocked to see a woman standing before me. She was pretty, petite, and blonde with dark eyes.
“You must be Samantha. I’m Jessie.”
She offered her hand, and I shook it even though I was still absorbing the fact that Austin had a woman in his house.
“Nice to meet you. How do you know Austin?” I asked.
“We dated a few years back. We recently got back in touch.”
I followed her out to the patio where Austin was standing by the grill. He flipped the ribs and shut the top.
“Look who’s here?” Jessie said.
He turned and looked so handsome with dark stubble on his face. Austin came to me, and we hugged.
He nuzzled my ear, which I thought was inappropriate at this moment. “When did you get in?”
“This morning. I had to go to the office to put out some fires.”
“Can I get you something to drink? I have some white wine chilling?”
“I’ll pass on the wine. Some water would be great.”
“I’ll get it so you two can talk,” Jessie said.
After she was gone, I questioned Austin. “Are you two dating?”
“We’re seeing each other for the past few weeks.”
“Since when?”
“I guess mid-October.”
I frowned thinking that we had sex in the early part of November. That would mean he slept with me as well as her at the same time. Suddenly I changed my mind. This was the wrong time to tell him I was pregnant with his child. I felt weak and stumbled as I looked for a chair to sit in. Austin steadied me and assisted me to one of the chaises.
“You okay?”
“I’ve been exhausted for the past few weeks. I can’t wait until vacation. I’ve also been sick. I think I’m a little dehydrated.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Sick? How?”
“Nauseous and throwing up. A stomach virus was going around the office.”
Jessie came out and handed me a bottle of water and Austi
n a beer. He kissed her lips, and I knew now was not the time to reveal my pregnancy. I sipped at the water but my stomach roiled, and I bolted up to run to the bathroom.
“Samantha?” Austin called.
I got to the bathroom just in time and threw up. Austin knocked on the door.
“Sammy, are you okay?”
I lifted my head from the bowl. “I’m fine. Give me a minute.”
I came out a few minutes later, and he was leaning against the door jamb with a concerned look on his face. “You don’t look so good.”
“I should go home. Thank you for the water.”
“I was hoping we could hang out.”
“Another time.”
“I could drive you home.”
“I’ll call an Uber. You have a guest.”
“I wanted you to spend some time with Jessie. I think you’ll really like her.”
“I’ll be back another time.”
I never found the time to tell Austin about my pregnancy while I was in Los Angeles. Our schedules didn’t work together, and I needed to go back to New York on Sunday night. The following week was shortened because of Christmas. I did secure the okay to head off to the Maldives on my vacation, but since I was pregnant, I decided to cancel. I didn’t think I could handle such a long flight with how I was feeling.
Once again, I didn’t hear from my parents for the holiday. This time they were skiing in the French Alps with friends. I stayed in my room at The Pierre and took it easy the entire day by watching television. Holidays didn’t mean much to me since my parents were rarely home, and my grandparents preferred to utilize the day for volunteer work.
New Year’s past much the same way, except I was in Los Angeles. I would be spending the ten days off at home though my employees and the board thought I would be in the Maldives. I would be staying put in my house. I was in the beginnings of my third month of pregnancy, and the morning sickness hadn’t subsided.
Recently, my pregnancy started to show with a slight belly bump. My little almond was growing. During my vacation, I saw my regular gynecologist here in Los Angeles, Dr. Chow. She said everything looked good so far. In another month or so, I would be back in Los Angeles permanently. Things were going smoothly at Tailwind so that I would only be needed there once a month or so.
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