Rose In Bloom

by Mia Michelle

  Fuck yeah! I knew if I kept at her long enough, she couldn’t resist my charms.

  Her plump lips are mere inches from my mouth. Dear God, I’m dying to taste them. I can only imagine them around my dick. Just when I think she’s going to kiss me, she rips the last of the clear tape off, taking half the hair on my arm with it in the process.

  “FUCK!” I yell and she giggles, backing away.

  “Have a nice day, Mr. Drake. I’ll send Veronica in with your discharge papers.”

  “Melissa?”

  “Yes?”

  “Why do you hate me so much?”

  “I don’t hate you. I just know your kind.”

  “Oh really? What’s my kind exactly?”

  “Spoiled. Rich. Arrogant. Womanizer. Need me to name more?”

  “Ouch! I’m that bad, huh?”

  “People like you think the rules don’t apply to them. You think that every girl should just fall under your spell. Well, I can assure you that I’m certainly not going to be falling at your feet. I have no desire to be another notch on your bedpost. So, if that’s what you’re after, you’re wasting your time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other patients to attend to that really do need me,” she bites out angrily. I watch her fine ass walk out of the room and shut the door behind her.

  Her words hit me hard, but damn, did they ever turn me the fuck on. I can only imagine what she harnesses inside. With a fiery temper like that, damn, I bet she is a wild cat in the sack.

  Looking at the clock, I need to finish changing into some clothes. My family is on the way here now to get me. My mom insists that I stay with them for a while, but I’m only going to appease her for a couple of days. She thinks being at home will trigger the last three years of my memory to return. Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. I mean, if it happens, it happens. The only thing I want is to get back home to my apartment. This dick needs some action and it’s wanting the hot red head that just walked out that door. I don’t know what it’s going to take to get her in my bed, but I’m damn sure going to make it happen.

  Four months later...

  Skylar

  “Will you move your ass? I swear if you cause me to have to deliver this baby in this vehicle, I will end you now!” Kylie screams from the backseat at Nik as he drives us to the hospital.

  “Oh God, another one’s coming!” I scream, clamping down on both Sebastian and Kylie’s hands.

  “FUCK! Are you super-fucking-woman or something? You’re going to break my hand!” Kylie screams.

  “Breathe, baby! Breathe! We’re almost there!” Sebastian tries to calm me.

  “Ahhh!” I scream. The pains are so intense that I can’t breathe.

  “Jesus! Can you drive any slower?” Sebastian yells at Nik.

  “We’re here!” Sophie chimes in from the passenger seat.

  Going into labor at my best friend’s engagement party had not been my plan, but it’ll make a hell of a story to tell our daughter one day. It looks like this baby demands a full welcoming party because Kylie’s parents are even following us to the hospital. Everyone I love is here to meet our daughter. Except for Lucas, that is. It’s been four months now since the accident. According to his mother, he doesn’t remember anything from the past three years. I haven’t seen him since we left the hospital that day. It hurts to let that part of me go, but I know I have to.

  The back door flies open and Sebastian jumps out to help me stand. I don’t make it two steps until I’m hugging him with my face in his chest, breathing through another contraction.

  “Jesus! They are already two minutes apart!” Kylie screams! “Get her in there before the kid falls out onto the parking lot!”

  I swear, if Kylie doesn’t stop, I’m going to kill her.

  Minutes after my arrival, I’m in a gown and being examined by Dr. Lewis. Thankfully, after I’d returned home, the rest of my pregnancy had gone perfectly. The baby is actually a week overdue, and although I’m dying to meet her, I think her Daddy is more excited.

  “Wow! It looks like we are already fully dilated. You ready to push, sweetie?”

  Feeling the intense pressure in my lower pelvis, I quickly shake my head.

  “I’m afraid we’re not going to have time for drugs,” Dr. Lewis warns while the nurse helps her into green surgical scrubs.

  “Yes… I’m AGGGH!” I scream as another contraction hits me. Dr. Lewis stands in front of me, adjusting my legs.

  “All right, let’s see about getting this kid out, shall we? Okay, when the next contraction comes, I want you to bear down hard and push for a count of ten.”

  Before I can even blink, my next contraction is coming hard. I grip Sebastian’s hand.

  “Deep breath, baby. PUSH!” Sebastian coaches.

  “That’s it! Bear down hard on your bottom. Hold it! Push. Push. Push! There you go, Mommy. Look at that hair!” she says and I open my eyes to look in the mirror.

  “Look! I can see her head!” Sebastian says excitedly.

  “She’s coming fast, Skylar. One or two more good pushes like that one and I think we’ll have us a baby.” Dr. Lewis cheers.

  “You’re doing so great, baby,” Sebastian says as he kisses my forehead and brushes back my hair away from my face.

  I feel the next contraction approaching and Sebastian smiles at me. This is it.

  “All right, here we go. Deep breath in, now PUSH!”

  Pain rips through me, and I squeeze down hard onto Sebastian’s hand. Leaning down, his forehead presses to the side of my head as I bear down as hard as I can. And then, I hear the most glorious sound. I hear my daughter’s cry for the first time.

  “Oh my God, baby! Look at her! She’s beautiful!” he shouts, kissing me.

  “Dad, do we want to cut the cord?” Dr. Lewis asks and Sebastian happily agrees, hurrying to the end of the bed. Those amber eyes dance in amazement and love as the doctor places our daughter into my arms. Looking her over, I can’t drink her in fast enough. A love I never thought possible intensifies the very minute I look into her eyes. With a head full of her father’s jet-black hair, she is the perfect blend of Sebastian and myself. Tears roll down my face.

  “Mommy loves you so much,” I whisper before kissing her chubby pink cheek. I feel my sweaty hair being brushed from my face and I look up to see Sebastian crying. Leaning down, he breaks my glance only for a split second, smiling as he looks from our daughter back to me.

  “I love you so much,” he says before placing a tender kiss on my lips.

  “And I love you, Daddy.”

  He laughs through his tears.

  Sebastian

  “Do you want to hold your daughter?” Skylar asks me. I’m so mesmerized by the angel in her arms that I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

  “You have no idea how much,” I reply, holding my breath as she eases her into my arms. Even though I’d been prepared to be nervous about holding her, I’ve never been more at ease about anything than I am right now with our daughter in my arms.

  I’ve never seen anything so incredibly perfect, other than her mother, of course. She’s the spitting image of Skylar. It’s as if I dreamt her to life. Listening to her precious little funny noises, I feel my soul literally mending. She is the final promise of my forgiveness, the happiness I never thought I deserved.

  “Hello, Langston Rose Thorne. I’m your Daddy.” The moment I look into my daughter’s eyes, I know my world can never be more perfect. “She’s more beautiful than I ever imagined possible. Baby, she looks just like you.”

  Our daughter picks this as the perfect time to show us just how well her lungs work. Instinctively, I begin swaying her back and forth to soothe her. I seem to have the magic touch, because she calms almost instantly. I can’t help but laugh. I have a feeling that I’m going to be doing this a lot in the near future. Trust me, bring on the sleepless nights. I don’t mind a bit. Her sweet little hand clasps tightly around my finger as I stroke her soft skin. The love I fee
l surging through my body is so far beyond a love I ever knew existed.

  This angel will never know how much I’d needed her, just as her mother will never know how much I love her. Once the doctor is finished with Skylar, I climb in the bed with her and place the baby back in her arms. I watch as our daughter nestles against her full breast and hungrily takes her first feeding.

  “Looks like you're going to have some pretty stiff competition there for a while, mister,” she teases, while stroking our daughter’s bare back.

  “Good thing I share well then, huh?” I laugh.

  Skylar looks back up at me with those amazing eyes and I’m spellbound. Struggling with the emotions inside of me, I brush back her curl and find my voice.

  “Thank you,” I manage, earning a confused look in return from her. Before she can respond, I continue. “Thank you for saving me.”

  “I didn’t save you Sebastian. She did. Our little angel saved us both.”

  Skylar

  I don’t think I’ve ever had so many pictures of me snapped in my life as I have today. Kylie has filled up at least two damn memory cards in less than two hours. Two hours! How is that even possible? No matter what though, I wouldn’t change a thing about her doing it. I want to remember every moment about today. Surrounded by the people I love most in the world, I’ve never felt more complete. I wish so much that my parents had been able to be here, but I know they are smiling down on us. So much love, all for the little girl who now lies sleeping on her daddy’s chest.

  I can’t take my eyes off them. Today, I realized that I’m not the girl I once was. I’ll never be her again. We’ve been through hell and back, but one thing is for sure. We now hold a perfect piece of heaven that we created together. She is the miracle, sent to heal us both. Easing back against the covers, I lay here, watch the two most incredible loves of my life sleep in the chair next to me, and know that everything is finally perfect.

  They are my love.

  They are my forever.

  3 YEARS LATER…

  Mesmerized by her, I watch her long dark curls bounce with each step she makes up the stairs. Suddenly, she turns to look back at me, rewarding me with that smile that lights up my whole world. Her turquoise eyes melt everything away, leaving me speechless and vulnerable to her every desire.

  “Daddy, will you read me the bunny book again?” she asks sweetly, still wearing her pink tutu and princess crown. Our little dog, Skittles, sporting an identical outfit, follows us into her room. I shake my head and laugh. There is never a dull moment in our house.

  “Baby, I read this to you last night, remember?”

  “I ‘member, Daddy. PWEEZE.”

  Her breathtaking eyes flutter at me and then I melt. How is that I, Sebastian Thorne, can intimidate multimillionaire CEOs, but I’m powerless against those eyes?

  With eyes just like her mommy’s and that sweet smile, how can I ever tell her no? Well, one thing is for sure, I will say “NO” to her ever dating! It’s out of the question.

  “Okay, sweet pea. Let’s get you ready for bed and then I’ll read it to you.” I say, laughing at how cute her little feet look with the bright neon green nail polish that Skylar had painted today while I was at work. Every day when I come home, they are always a new color.

  Helping her slip her little gown over her head, she runs into her bathroom to brush her teeth.

  “I’z all ready now, Daddy,” she says sweetly, climbing into her white canopy bed and patting my normal spot beside her. She settles her little body underneath the covers and snuggles up next to me. I adore this time with her. Smiling, I kiss the top of her head and pull her in close enough that I can feel her little heartbeat. What I feel for her is unexplainable. She is like holding a perfect blend of Skylar’s heart and mine. I had never dreamed that I could love anything so much.

  “Read, Daddy, read!” she exclaims, looking back up at me.

  Opening up the book, I begin reading her favorite story, Guess How Much I Love You, to her for at least the hundredth time this week. Skylar peeks in the doorway and winks at me just as I reach Langston’s favorite part. I swear, between the two ladies in my life, I don’t stand a chance against them.

  By the time I finish reading, she is out like a light. I ease my tingling arm that has fallen asleep from behind her and pull the covers up over her. Brushing back her curls, I lean in and kiss her on the forehead.

  “Daddy?” she says sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

  “What baby?” I reply, sitting back down on the edge of her bed.

  “You forgots.”

  “Oh, I did forget, didn’t I?” I reply, laughing.

  Throwing her little arms around my neck, she squeezes as tight as she possibly can, making my heart explode with love for her.

  “I love you, Daddy!” she says and I nuzzle into her ear and she giggles.

  “Not as much as I love you,” I answer her. It’s the truth. She will never know what I feel for her and her Mommy. It’s a sweet game to her, but my words are very real.

  “Now, go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’m going to need your help if I am going to make pancakes in the morning,” I tell her. Her little eyes grow big and she nods excitedly. Yes, I will admit it. My pancakes have become a hit in the house, but I leave everything else up to Skylar.

  Turning out her light, I leave her little pink nightlight on and close the door behind me. Her room is still just across from ours.

  When I walk inside our dimly lit room, I see Skylar laying on her side fast asleep, wearing her short, white satin nightie that I love so much. I drag my eyes up her long bare legs, drinking in the glorious sight of her. She wore this intentionally to tease me, so there is no way I am letting her sleep. Grinning, I inch towards the foot of the bed and kiss her legs, moving my hand up her silky smooth skin. When I reach her mound, she grins with her eyes closed. Pushing her gown up higher, I place a kiss on her swollen abdomen. At almost seven months pregnant, my beautiful girl looks sexy as hell.

  Moving back down, I grab her white lace panties with my teeth, nibbling on her clit. Her aroused smell is beyond intoxicating. She lifts her ass up when I pull on the sides of her panties to slide them off. In an instant, they’re off her body, flying over my head across the room.

  “Sebastian,” she moans, running her hand through my hair, urging me on. Pushing her legs wider apart, I lick slowly up and down her folds. She wiggles beneath me, but I strengthen my grip around her thighs and begin hungrily feasting on her.

  “Yes! Oh Yes!” she cries out, arching her back to her climax.

  When she calms, I grin and move my way in between her legs. She pushes my lounging pants down with her feet and I waste no time entering her.

  “Holy fuck, you are so wet for me, baby,” I say, grinning against her neck. I hold back on my thrusting, and it’s killing me inside. I want to slam into her so badly, but I don’t want to hurt the baby.

  “Oh God, Sebastian, you feel so good. Please don’t stop. I’m pregnant, but I’m not going to break.”

  I love it when she tells me what she wants. Believe me, I always give her what she asks for. Pumping in and out of her, I feel her body clamp down around my cock.

  Sweet Jesus, the woman never fails to amaze me by how she can do this to me.

  “Ahhh. Yes, oh yes! Sebastian!” she screams and I start pumping harder as she screams my name.

  I pull out and turn her over onto her knees. She pushes her ass out to me and my body ignites with desire. Slapping my dick against her opening, she begins to shimmy her hips seductively at me. Moving forward, I push into her and reach around, pulling the straps of her gown down before cupping her full luscious breasts in my hand. She works her ass against my cock while I squeeze on her tits. Pulling my hand back, I slide my palm slowly down her spine, urging her down farther onto the bed. When her ass perches up even higher, I grab her hips and push deep inside of her.

  Holy Fuck! She feels incredible.

  My body is so in tune wit
h hers that I can feel the orgasm building as her inner walls squeeze my cock. The loud slapping of our skin echoes in the room as I shove into her over and over again.

  “Baby, I’m going to come,” I say, trying to hold back to come with her.

  “Together,” she breathes. “So. Close. I’m… so… Ahhh.” She screams and I feel the blast of cum as I release my load into her.

  “Fuck!” I roar, digging my fingernails into her skin and pumping a few more times. Pulling back, I hold her in place.

  “Don’t move, I want to see,” I say, watching the thick, white cum slowly ooze out of her.

  Taking her finger, she eases it inside and circles it around, scooping some onto her fingertip. She brings it up, and sucks it into her mouth, making my dick stand hard and ready. She smiles, raising her eyebrow at me, before rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide. She knows exactly how to drive me insane.

  “You’re going to be the death of me. You know that, right?”

  “Shut up and make me come again, Mr. Thorne.”

  “Daddy! Daddy! Wakes up! We’z gots to make bekfast!” Langston shouts.

  I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, because her mother kept me up half the night. I’m certainly not complaining about her extreme horny behavior. I’d live inside the woman if I could. I damn near do now as it is. Pregnancy does this to her, and I love it.

  “Shh. Mommy’s sleeping,” I say, kissing her sweet chubby cheeks.

  “Sowwy!”

  Skylar looks beautiful, laying here next to me. I gently pull the covers over her. Thankfully, I’d put my pajama pants back on before I’d fallen asleep. I’ve been caught off guard several times when Langston surprised us by climbing into bed with us.

  Taking her little hand in mine, I let her pull me down the hall. Swooping her up, I begin nibbling on her stomach as I carry her downstairs.

  “Stop it, Daddy!” She giggles, losing her breath.

  “But I love that belly button!” I tease, sitting her down on one of the island chairs in our kitchen.

  We start our normal routine. One I know is going create a huge mess. Giving her the mixing bowl and spoon, I begin handing her the ingredients. Eggs are always the trickiest part because I know I’m going to be picking shell out for a while.