by Penny Wylder
He opens his eyes to meet mine again, real sorrow in them. “Before they finished the tests, I caught her cheating on me. With my best friend.”
“Cassius…” I breathe, reaching to touch his cheek gently. “I’m so sorry…”
“It’s okay.” He wraps his hand around my wrist. “It was meant to happen, don’t you see? I’m glad she did, glad I never gave that one precious sample to her. There was a mistake… The clinic was supposed to save the sample for me, but they told me they lost it.
“I was distraught. They said they probably couldn’t get any more viable samples from me, that I’d likely never conceive. My one chance at children, and they ruined it for me. But then, a couple of months ago, the clinic contacted me. There’d been a mistake. A mix-up. They didn’t lose my sample—they used it.”
My eyes widen slowly. Both of us glance at the twins at the same time. I look at Luca’s handsome face. At his dark hair, just coming in, peach fuzz on his head. At his eyes, which had started out baby blue, but were slowly darkening to a blue-gray color.
A color that looks very similar to his father’s…
“I used it,” I whisper, awed.
“I made them tell me,” he says, and I look back at him, tears stinging my eyes for a completely different reason now. “I know the paperwork was sealed, your donation was supposed to be anonymous. But I threatened to sue them, and the clinic told me, finally, that you’d received the sample. You were the mother. They sent me your information, and when I looked you up and saw that job posting online…” He trails off, shaking his head. “At first I only wanted to meet my children. I wanted to make sure they were all right. I didn’t intend to tell you anything; I assumed you had a husband, a boyfriend, someone in the picture who was meant to be the father. Surely the clinic had just mixed up my sample with theirs. And you are so beautiful, so amazing, you couldn’t be single. But then I met you…”
His hands tighten around my shoulders. I reach up to wrap my arms around his. I am crying now, unable to help myself. Tears of emotion streaking my face. The happiness, the truth of all of this, feels almost too great to bear.
Can this really be true? Can he be the father of my children, the man I never thought I needed? The man I didn’t believe existed?
“I want you,” he whispers, his voice low with feeling now. “I want this family. Once I realized you were single, available… I was consumed with feelings, Manila. I love you.”
I blink hard, a solid lump tightening in my throat.
“But I was scared to tell you, afraid that you would hate me. For hiring you for false reasons, for keeping this from you. I thought you wouldn’t understand.”
“Cassius. Stop.” I tilt my head forward to rest my forehead against his, our eyes still locked. “Of course I understand. I love you, too.”
“I want everything, Manila. You, the twins, a life together.” He closes his eyes again, a crease of pain crossing his forehead. “I can’t have more children. I’m infertile now. If you want someone who can, if you want a man who can give you more, I understand. But I won’t ever give up on wanting you, and my children. You must accept that.”
I pull him into a kiss before he can say anything else so stupid or insane. The kiss sears through me, the kind of kiss I feel all the way to my toes, to the tips of my fingers. When we break apart again, we’re both breathing faster, our eyes glazed with desire. “I want you, Cassius. I want our life together. I want to raise our family, I want to watch our kids grow together. The twins are all I ever wanted from life; I didn’t realize I could have more. I didn’t realize I would ever meet a man like you.” I kiss him again, and this time he kisses me back hard, desperate. “It all makes sense now,” I whisper when we break apart. “The way you are with the twins, the way you care about me…”
“You are more than I ever expected, Manila. More than I could have ever dreamed of. I’ll never get tired of being with you, touching you…”
My eyes sparkle as they catch his. “Promises, promises,” I whisper, and he grins, too, leaning in to deepen our kiss.
Lucie gurgles at us, and we break apart, laughing. Life with kids.
He feeds Lucie and I feed Luca, both of us catching one another’s eyes over the tops of the twins’ heads as we do, a knowing desire sparking in our faces. Together, we change the twins, then lay them down to nap.
Only then does he take my face in his hands, tilt my chin up until we’re nose-to-nose. He kisses me deeply, and we fall right back into place. Together, at last.
He pushes me down on top of the bed. Pulls off my pants, my shirt, my panties. I yank his clothes off too, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine. When we’re both finally naked though, he tortures me by waiting, holding himself on both arms above me and gazing along my length, slowly taking me in, devouring every inch of me with that hot gaze of his.
I stare at him too, marveling at this man. The father of my children. The man of my dreams. I run my hands over his chest, tracing his muscles. I finger his pecs, his abs. Follow the sexy V down his stomach to his groin. Run my fingers across his happy trail, lower, lower…
“God you are so sexy,” I tell him. But before I can grab his hard cock, he wraps a hand around my wrist. Lifts my arm in one sudden motion and pins it over my head.
“I could say the same of you, you dirty little mama.”
Grinning, defiant, I reach for his cock with my other hand instead. “What are you going to do about it?”
Swiftly, he pins that hand too. He’s strong enough to hold both my wrists in one hand above my head, making me helpless beneath him. I squirm in anticipation as he leans in to run his tongue up the side of my neck.
“I’m going to take what I want from you,” he whispers, and I shiver, already feeling myself growing wet. “I’m going to fuck you so hard I’ll put another baby inside you.”
“Promises, promises,” I repeat, and his eyes light up, on fire with want.
He uses his knee to force my legs apart, positioning himself between my thighs. He keeps my hands pinned and leans down to lick my chest, his tongue scouring my breasts, searing hot across my nipples, which harden as his tongue circles them in slow, teasing motions. When my nipples are hard as rocks, he lets his tongue graze them lightly, not quite biting, but enough of a sharp sensation to make me gasp.
“You like that, don’t you, you bad girl.”
I squirm again, arching my hips to try to press his cock against my body. “Fuck yes I do.”
He positions his hips between mine. Trails his cock across my mound, over my clit, running the head of his dick between my slit. Not entering me. Not yet. “What do you want me to do to you, Manila?” he purrs.
“Fuck me,” I gasp. “Fuck me hard.”
That seems to be all the motivation he needs. Before I can prepare myself, he pushes his cock inside me. Thrusts deep into my pussy, burying himself to the hilt. His balls slap my ass, and I groan, my head falling back as I writhe on his thick cock.
“God you feel too fucking good,” he growls through gritted teeth. In response, I thrust my hips up against his, grinding my clit against his hip bone.
He grins down at me, a dangerous smile, before he leans in to claim my mouth in his, his tongue exploring my mouth as he pulls back and thrusts into me once more.
He lets go of my wrists and I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he pulls my hips up off the bed. He tosses my legs over his shoulders, still keeping his cock inside me, so I’m arched against him, my whole body on display. He fucks me like that, his cock pressing against my front wall with every thrust, right along my G-spot. It doesn’t take me long to feel the heat build in my chest.
I dig my nails into his back as he fucks me hard, relentless. I come with a shout, a little bit of my cum squirting between us as he keeps fucking me, his thick cock deep in my pussy. He hits my cervix at this angle, and it hurts, but the spike of pain feels so good that I don’t want him to stop. The head of his cock slides back and forth
, from my G-spot to my cervix, and my toes curl, my legs clenching around his shoulders as I come again, crying out his name.
He’s getting close too, I can tell from the frantic, strong thrusts he’s giving me. He moans my name, and I dig my hands into his hair, forcing him to look at me, to meet my gaze as his orgasm hits.
He growls, deep and guttural, when he comes inside me, his thick cum coating the walls of my pussy. He keeps fucking, thrusting into me, as the cum keeps spurting. Finally, he starts to slow, and I drop my legs from his shoulders, pull him down against me. His sweat-dusted body feels slick against mine, hard in all the places where I’m soft, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, our faces pressed cheek-to-cheek, just savoring the feel of him. The smell of sex and sweat and both of us mingles in the air, and I love this, feeling him still inside me, filling me, our bodies exhausted from pleasure.
When he finally pulls out, we both groan faintly in disappointment. Though I do savor the hot rush of his cum, spilling down my thigh, trickling along the slit of my pussy and the crack of my ass.
He slides one finger between my legs to feel it too, and pulls his hand up, sticky with our combined juices. He spreads it across my chest, painting me in our sex. I grab his wrist and lean up to bite his lower lip gently. In response, he pins me against the bed, running his body against mine. Already, I feel him start to grow a little stiffer again, between us.
I arch my hips up to grind against him and grin, daring. “Is that all you’ve got, Daddy?”
His eyes light up at that, fiery hot. “Oh, just you wait, you dirty little mama…”
Epilogue
Lucie started crawling today. It was cute at first, and then we both got exhausted, chasing her all over the living room, making sure she didn’t get into too much trouble.
By late afternoon, Luca had figured out how to wriggle his little butt after her, and that just became a whole new mess.
So even though it’s only 7PM, we’re both cuddled up naked in bed in Cassius’s apartment, watching TV on the big-screen in his bedroom.
Only when the news starts in with the weather—and the date—does it hit me.
“What’s today’s date?” I ask him, my heart pounding, though I try not to let it show. I don’t want to excite him. Don’t want to get his hopes up, not if I’m wrong.
Surely I’m wrong.
“The fourth,” he says, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. “Why?”
“No reason.” I snuggle back under his arm, and he leans his head against mine, sighing contentedly.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” he asks sleepily.
“Not today.” I tilt my head up to smirk at him. “Why?”
“I’ve lost the remote,” he admits, then smiles at me, and glances at the TV.
I groan and swat his chest. “Lazy. You’re just using my love against me!”
“Fine, I’ll get it then.” He grumbles and moves to sit up, but I shove him back against the pillows.
“Not so fast. I’m not letting you guilt-trip me for this one.” I grin and swing over him, out of bed, and pad across the room to shut off the TV. When I turn back around, he’s blatantly admiring my ass, not even pretending otherwise. I put one hand on my hip, stand cockily in front of him, my whole bare body on display. “Oh, now I understand the real motivation.”
“Can you blame a guy for enjoying the view of his sexy baby mama when she bends over?”
I roll my eyes, though we’re both smirking. “Maybe you’re just using me for my body. And my TV-turning-off-skills.”
“Now, that’s just patently untrue.” He reaches for me, and I step right back across the room into his arms. Let him pull me on top of him and hug my body against his. “If anything, it’s your turning-on skills that I admire.”
Sure enough, he is hardening beneath me. I rub my body against his slowly, grinning. “Hmm. Well. Sadly, you’ll have to hold that thought.” I hop off him and pad across the room to grab a pair of sweats from our closet.
He stares at me, open-mouthed. “You tease.”
“Don’t worry. I just have a quick errand to run.” I wink at him. “Then I’ll be back for more, trust me.”
“Mm. Utter and complete tease,” he adds.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have stopped. But now that I’ve started to wonder, I need to know. I can’t wait to find out.
I can’t wait to tell him, if I’m right.
It’s a quick walk to the drug store. An even quicker walk home, and then just a few minutes in the bathroom. My stomach turns itself in knots the whole time, and I can feel my palms tingle with nervous sweat.
It’s fine, I tell myself. No matter what the results are, we’re happy. The twins, Cassius and I are the happiest family I could ever have asked for. The last 9 months with him have been the best in my life. I couldn’t ask for more.
But we might have gotten it anyway.
Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, the answer to my question lights up on the tiny white stick. Pink plus sign.
I breathe out slowly, my heart racing even faster now. I want to shout for joy. Jump up and down, punch the air, scream out our happiness to the world.
But first, there’s someone I need to share this with.
It feels different than my first time, of course. With the twins, I was ecstatic, thrilled beyond words that the procedure worked. But I saw it coming. I knew it was happening. It was planned, from start to finish—except, of course, for the double-babies rather than one.
Even so, it felt like a plan, something I went for. This, though, it feels like something else.
A miracle.
I pad into the room and find Cassius reading. He has his reading glasses on, which are sexy as hell on him. And good. Those will help.
I tiptoe up to the bed. Slowly climb onto it, until I’m poised over his hips.
“Hey there Daddy,” I say.
He glances up at me over the rim of the reading glasses. Hot professor look, right there. I could eat him up.
But he’s annoyed that I left him earlier. He’s going to make me work for this. “Welcome home, mama,” he says, but then looks right back at his book, pretending he’d rather read than fuck me.
But when I run a hand up his inner thigh, I find him already hard for me. I grin. “Playing hard to get tonight?”
“Turnabout is fair play,” he responds, turning the page.
“True. But I think you’re going to want to pay attention for this.”
His eyes flash to mine, playful, and he sets the book aside slowly. He leaves the glasses on. “Oh, am I?”
“Yes.” I reach up and slip the small white stick into his hand. “Daddy all over again,” I add.
His brow creases. He doesn’t seem to understand. He looks at me, at the stick in his hand, back at me. Then he sits up in bed, alert at once, and holds the stick up to the light.
When he looks at me again, his eyes are wide with wonder, excitement. “Is…” He pauses, his voice choked with emotion.
I’m tearing up too, I realize. Watching him realize this is one of the best moments of my life. One of the most rewarding things that has ever happened to me.
“Is this what I think it is?” he asks in a whisper.
All I can do is nod. My throat is too choked with joy to speak.
Next thing I know, his arms are around me, crushing me to his chest. We’re both crying, kissing, laughing, kissing again.
“How?” he keeps asking me, his eyes wide and wild, like a kid in a candy store. Unable to believe his luck. Our luck.
Our family is going to get one baby bigger.
Or who knows? Knowing our luck with the twins, maybe two.
I laugh and kiss him, hard, on the mouth. “Congratulations,” I whisper to him, and he strokes my hair, gazing at me in that way he has, like I’m the most precious, magical thing to ever happen to him.
“Thank you,” he whispers back. Then we’re kissing again, slow
er, more intent.
He lays back and pulls me on top of him again, straddling his waist. The whole while, we don’t stop kissing, lost in each other, our lips molded perfectly together.
We shove the sheet aside, and I trace his perfect body once more. That beautiful chest, sculpted abs, sexy V-line leading straight to his thick, juicy cock. I want to lick him, suck him off, but he has other ideas right now. He lifts my hips up, positions himself beneath me.
I’m wet as hell just from touching his naked body, seeing him so eager and hungry beneath me.
“I put a baby in you,” he murmurs, his voice still reverent, awed, as he runs his cock between my legs, up and down my slit, from my ass up to my clit and back, slowly. “I can’t wait to watch your belly swell with our baby.”
“I’m yours, Cassius.” I kiss his neck, his earlobe, his scratchy jawline, his lips. His tongue slides into my mouth, exploring, and I groan faintly into his mouth.
He draws away just far enough to smile up at me, eyes dark with lust once more. “And I’m yours,” he assures me, as he positions his cock under me, and slides inside me, holding my hips up over him.
I ride him, slowly at first, pulling my body up and down, feeling his cock spread my pussy wide. Thinking about how he fucked me pregnant, how amazing it will feel to swell with his seed. He tightens his grip on my hips, almost painful, guiding me as I ride him. Controlling the speed, bucking his hips under me faster and faster until he’s fucking me from below, driving into me as I lean over him.
His thumb circles my clit, zeroes in on that sweet spot as a familiar wave of heat rushes over my body. I lean back, giving him better access, feeling his cock graze the front wall of my pussy, right over my G-spot. His thumb keeps working my clit, his cock pumping inside me, and my whole body tenses.
