Secret Baby Daddy (Part Five)

by Paige North

  “The limo’s here,” he says, never taking his gaze off of me.

  I blush at his avid attentions, especially with Margot in the room, but she only gets up from the bed to take Sebastian from him. Her dark eyes sparkle at me as she winks.

  “Have fun,” she says. Then she grins at Colt like they’re in league about something before she starts tickling Sebastian.

  I send Colt a questioning gaze, but he only shrugs like the mystery man he is. Then we go to the limo that’s parked in our carport. When I check my phone before I’ll have to silence it, I find a message from Dad from “all of us,” wishing Colt luck tonight. Little by little, my family is coming around to asking about more than how Sebastian is doing. They’re asking about Colt now too, and I show him the text once we’re in the backseat.

  He smiles as he looks it over, then silences my phone and slips it into my jeweled handbag. With another long look at me, he pours champagne into a flute, and I take it from him. He pours one for himself also, and we raise our glasses.

  “To new beginnings,” he says, and there’s a secretive glint in his eyes that has me knitting my brows again.

  Then I toast along with him. “At least we’re well on our way to a new beginning. And I suppose we should mention J.Page’s new one too.”

  “Yeah. Here hoping rehab helps her out.”

  As we both quietly drink, I genuinely feel for Jennifer Page. She won’t even be at the premiere because of her sudden, mysterious “exhaustion.” That means all eyes will be on Colt and me, the big star and the woman who captured his heart.

  The limo drives down Hollywood Boulevard, and when I see all the lights and activity in front of the Chinese Theatre, I gulp. This is me, Serena Warner, about to walk the red carpet with the man she’s always dreamed of being with. It’s unreal.

  I even shake my head, just to see if I wake up.

  Colt strokes my cheek with his fingertips, and the look on his face is so serious for a moment that I wonder if he’s about to tell the driver to take off into the sunset, that neither of us really belongs here and we want to get home to be with Sebastian as quickly as possible. Then he gives me that stunningly hot smile, and I’m more of a sensual wreck than ever.

  The limo door opens, and as Colt steps outside, flashes consume him. My heart is beating everywhere, especially when he takes me by the hand to help me out of the limo.

  “Serena!”

  “Over here, Miss Warner!”

  Flashes and voices come at me from all sides, but Carrie Leigh spent a lot of time telling me what to expect and walking me through this, so I put on my best smile and grip Colt’s hand as he leads me toward the famous movie palace where the marquee shouts Mystery Man in vivid colors. I’m swept up in the glamour and insanity, washed over by the bright lights and giddiness. But before Colt gives even one interview, he halts in the middle of the red carpet and looks down at me with such love in his gaze that I nearly stop breathing.

  A hush falls over the crowd as he gets down to one knee.

  “Colt…” I whisper. “What’re you doing?”

  “What I’ve been dying to do for a long time.”

  Holy crap. Is he…?

  He reaches into the lining of his tuxedo jacket and comes out with a small, black velvet box in his hand.

  “After I found you again,” he says quietly, intensely, “I bought this. I knew that we would be together, Serena. I just didn’t know when or how.”

  When he opens the box to produce a sparkling diamond ring, the crowd explodes. I press my hand to my mouth, willing myself not to burst into tears. But I can’t help it. I start to sob.

  “Serena Warner, you and our son are already my life,” Colt says over the noise. “Now make it official. Be my wife too.”

  I nod, too overcome to speak, and the crowd goes completely over the top, cameras going off all around us like more glittering diamonds, women screaming as Colt slips the ring onto my finger in front of the whole world.

  Officially making me his forever.

  Chapter 6

  When Colt sweeps me out of the premiere early—hell, I already know Mystery Man has a happy ending—I find myself in the limo again. We speed away from the theater into the night as he smiles wickedly at me from his side of the backseat.

  “Got another surprise for you, Cookie,” he says.

  I touch the diamond ring on my finger, my pulse jamming. “I don’t know how many surprises my heart can take.”

  “Well, hold on, because we’ll be arriving at this one soon. It’s not too far away.”

  “You know what’s far away?” I scoot over the seat to him and take a hold of his tuxedo lapels. “You.”

  I pull him toward me, kissing him madly. Colt is going to be my husband, and my dreams are all coming true. I still can’t believe it, even as the limo pulls up to the sexiest new hotel in Hollywood, the LA Luna. Once Colt takes me up to our penthouse loft suite, I barely have time to take in the sultry grandeur of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and the windows that showcase the city skyline. The lighting is at a low blush, the erotic modern paintings and decadent sculptures giving the place a sophisticated yet naughty feel. I notice that suitcases are waiting for us in the foyer, and I turn to him.

  He leans his shoulder against the wall, and he’s so relentlessly hot, tall, and magnificent in his tux that I get even more turned on.

  I move toward him, my pulse blasting. “Somehow, this feels like a honeymoon.”

  “It almost is,” he says in that low, pussy-warming voice. “After I marry you, we’re going to go somewhere with Sebastian as a family. But this is our night, Serena, just ours alone.”

  Breathless, I come to stand in front of him, looking up at the Colt Brooks, the guy who’s always been my very own superstar, even before he was famous, even when I thought he would never see me in the way he’s obviously seeing me now. His gaze is burning and, God, he’s so ridiculously gorgeous with his longish brown hair, those clear eyes, and that sinful mouth. I reach up to his bow tie and tug at it. It unravels, right along with the pieces of me that are falling apart in anticipation of what’s to come. He watches me ardently as I ease the tie from around his neck.

  His voice is hoarse. “I was going to offer some champagne to start off this celebration of our impending nuptials but—”

  With a fierce growl, he bends, whisking his arms under me to carry me bride-style down the steps and into the rest of the open room. I drop his tie to the tile, and as he kisses me I lose myself in him. When he deftly sets me down until I’m reclining against one of the mirrored walls, he pushes the hair away from my neck, kissing me in a soft spot that makes me grasp at his jacket. Behind him, I see a million reflections of Colt and me in the mirror, our images repeating forever and ever. The sight gets me pumped, makes me cream, and I moan. He slides his mouth up my neck, my jaw, then captures my lips with his again.

  I close my eyes, my bones losing form until he pauses the kiss by lazily sucking off of my bottom lip. Lust digs into my belly, releasing more pounding heat.

  “Screw a champagne toast,” I whisper.

  “I wasn’t actually going to toast us with it.” He nips at my mouth, then runs the tip of his tongue between my lips, sending another brutal twist of need through me. Then he murmurs, “At least, I wasn’t thinking of a traditional toast.”

  My pussy thuds with a damp beat. “What do you have in mind?”

  As he draws away from me, his fingers find the hidden zipper on the side of my dress, and a long, sensual buzz hums along my veins as he undoes me. Air whispers over my exposed skin, and I lean back against the mirror, using it to hold myself up after he lets me go.

  While he walks away, I melt at the sight of him decisively stripping off his jacket and tossing it away, then unbuttoning his pressed shirt. All the while he keeps watching me, hinting at what he’d like to do to me tonight.

  He goes to an ice bucket and pulls out a bottle of champagne, and I unthinkingly slip off one of my heels,
then the other. He pours only one flute of bubbly, then comes back to me. As he looms over me, his gaped shirt exposes that tanned, ripped chest that had the audience stirring in their seats at the theater tonight, and I ease my hands inside the fine cotton material. The feel of his warm skin shakes me up, sending fissures of wanting through me until my raging heartbeat makes it hard to breathe.

  As I peel the shirt from him, revealing his massive shoulders and rocked arms, he uses one practiced hand to drag my dress off of me, sending it into a pool of red on the floor by my bare feet. He runs his gaze down me, taking in my red strapless bra, my lacy undies, my curves and hot skin, and I feel like his own dream-come-true fantasy. I can see in his eyes how he’s wished for me every night and how he can’t wait to be inside me again.

  He dips a thumb into the champagne glass, and the golden liquid drips from his skin as he brings it to my mouth, tracing my lips, then parting them. On a wave of desire, I take him in and circle my tongue around his thumb. His gray-blue eyes are hazy as he toys with me, and he leans closer, so close that the soap and sexual musk on his skin fill me up.

  “Hold this, baby,” he says, giving me the champagne glass as I keep running my tongue around his playful thumb.

  I’m so weak that I almost drop the glass, especially when he skims his other hand to the back of my bra, then smoothly unclasps it, freeing my tits. They feel full, achy for his touch, and I reach out to pull him toward me just so I can feel my nipples against his skin. As I press against his hard chest, I take his thumb into my mouth deeper, laving him while my clit throbs and my pussy gets even more juiced.

  “Serena…” he whispers, then slides his thumb out of my mouth to kiss me, tangling his tongue with mine with erotic care, bringing me to a high, then pausing and sweeping into me again to bring me even higher. At the same time, he combs his other hand down my body until he hooks his fingers into the side of my panties, tugging them down. My clit jerks, and suddenly I’m frantically pushing at the lace with him then stepping out of the material.

  My blood is ramming through me as he brings me to him again, pressing his body all the way against mine, making me moan against him in ecstasy. I already feel an orgasm growing, throbbing and getting more insistent, and when he nudges my wet sex with the tip of his cock beneath his fly, I rise to my toes with him. Behind him, I see those eternally repeated images of us in the mirror, and that only gets me going even harder.

  I gyrate against him, and he softly bites my neck, then on a pulse of fierce need, he lifts one of my hands over my head, and I gasp. He looks down at me with a growl just before he takes the champagne from me and pours it down my naked body.

  I suck in a breath at how the bubbles tickle down my tits and stomach and belly and… I groan some more as the liquid fizzes into my pussy, making my clit pop. He forcefully tosses the glass aside, and somewhere I hear it shatter, but not as much as I’m shattering as he crushes his mouth to mine, sliding one hand down my raw, wet, sticky skin until he gets to my sex. He parts my folds with his fingers, then rubs my clit with his thumb, sliding his tongue into my mouth every time he presses against me.

  An electric current is sizzling through me, as dangerous as a wire that’s been doused and is about to fry everything around it. Sparks nip at me, first one, then another, and when Colt pushes his fingers up and into me, I break away from his kiss so I can cry out as I bang with a rocking explosion.

  As I fight to recover, I’m slick everywhere while he kisses his way down my body, sipping the champagne from my breasts, then my stomach, then my belly. And when he parts my legs even wider with his fingers, then buries his face between my legs and laves my pussy with his tongue, I slap my hands back against the mirror, keeping time with every pulse that’s already expanding inside of me.

  I hear myself begging. “Fuck me, Colt. Fuck me now!”

  I grip his hair with one hand while pressing back against the mirror for dear life with the other as I churn against his mouth. Then, as if I’ve brought out a bigger, nastier beast in him than ever before, he slips a hand in back of me, opening my cheeks.

  “Oh…” I groan. “Oh, Colt…”

  The sound of his mouth sipping at my pussy entangles with my soft, desperate pleas as he slides a finger into the crevice of my bottom. And when he lightly presses a naughty spot there, I come against his mouth with such force that I gush and scream. Colt drinks every bit of my juices up before he growls and stands, pulling me into his arms.

  He carries me away from the mirror, and I see the room tilt in front of me right before I grasp his hair and feverishly kiss him, tasting champagne and my cream on his mouth. Then I feel him set me down on a bed, and I clutch at the silk covers as he tears off the rest of his clothing in the dim, blushing light. He’s an animalistic shadow, all snarl and need, and as I see his hard, thick cock so stiff and ready for me, my sex clenches, then throbs so mightily with a drenched yes that I swear I see his eyes go completely feral.

  I’m his wild bride tonight. Together forever, bonded through eternity, just like in those echoing mirror images…

  He crawls onto the bed, and as I struggle for breath, he pauses. Then, with so much tenderness that I nearly die, he runs his fingertips over my face, almost as if remembering our first time together.

  He smiles, and I do the same before desire swells inside me so acutely that I dig my fingers into his arms.

  “Now,” I whisper. “I need you now.”

  It’s as if I’ve pushed him as far as he can go, and he reaches between my legs, separating my sopping pussy. He runs his tip through me, torturing me just a little more before I scratch down his arms in my agony. Then he lifts my hips off the mattress and impales me with his cock, and as I suspend with him, my brain goes black. I’m all inner sensation now, a dark pool that ripples with every thrust of his huge dick, and it doesn’t take long for those ripples to turn into waves that swell, then finally smash together into one wet crash that shakes everything around me until my sight explodes back into color.

  He hooks one of my legs over his thick arm, going deeper into me, and I urge him on, undulating every time he slams into me. Then he rolls to his back, bringing me with him, and I ride him hard as he grips my hips.

  “Come for me,” I whisper. “Tear me apart with this beautiful cock.”

  “Whatever you want, baby.”

  He bares his teeth in a shameless smile as he flips me to my back again, driving into me, totally unleashed, and when he finally comes, he rears up like a beast, spilling into me and filling me up with his hot cum.

  As his juices bathe me, I pull him close, and we hold each other, skin to wet skin, a part of each other on this blazingly wonderful night.

  A part of me forever more.

  Epilogue

  The sound of Sebastian laughing crazily while he stumble-runs around the backyard makes me put down the Sunday morning edition of the LA paper.

  Colt has left the patio table to chase a giddy Sebastian around the swing set. Our son has got a real head of brown hair on him now, and he definitely has his father’s piercing gray-blue eyes, lucky boy. It seems like he’s growing every day, and I’m betting he’ll ultimately be as big as Colt is. He’s learned quite a few words this past year, thanks to all of our reading time together, and his favorite word today seems to be Go, go, go! as he flees from his dad, who pulls a fast one on him and cuts Sebastian off, then swings him up into the air to catch him. Sebastian is cracking up so hard that I can’t stop smiling, even though I just read an article in the paper that’s not so wonderful.

  When Colt glances over at me with Sebastian in his arms, he sees right away that something is not quite right. He gently sits our child on the grass by a little inflatable cartoon house filled with colorful balls, which our toddler immediately begins to grasp.

  Colt saunters over to me, and he doesn’t say anything at first—he only bends down to kiss my neck and then rub his palm over my baby belly. We know this child will be a girl, but we keep
changing our minds about her name. We still have about four months left to decide, and there are several fan blogs out there that are devoted to naming Colt Brooks’ baby, so maybe we’ll get inspiration from one of those.

  Colt finally asks, “What’s got you down?”

  I point to the paper that I’ve spread out on the table near my mug of herbal tea. Colt keeps his mouth buried against my neck, barely looking at the article.

  “Can we manage to go a day without any Hollywood news or gossip?” he murmurs against my skin, making me quaver deep inside and bite my lip. “In a couple of hours at brunch, we’ll get an earful when your parents and my mom let us know about all the latest headlines they’ve read.”

  We’ve flown our parents down from Oregon for yet another visit. Ever since the wedding when all of us finally got together at our beachside ceremony, our parents have been traveling down here regularly to see firsthand how things are working out—things like the small independent film Colt is now working on so he can be home with me and Sebastian more. They also like to hear about the latest screenplay he’s writing, plus the next project he has in development as an emerging indie director. I think there’s an even bigger reason they like to come here, though: a year after Mystery Man took the movie world by storm and made Colt rich and famous, he’s finally conquered his demons, settling in to a life with me and Sebastian here in our newer, bigger mansion.

  Yeah, seeing Colt prosper would definitely be their favorite part of visiting him again, besides how they get ample opportunity to spoil Sebastian silly, of course. Occasionally, they’ll even ask a question or two about how I’m using my Master’s degree to head up a mentoring program for at-risk elementary school students at a non-profit. But even I have to admit that’s hardly as exciting as listening to Colt talk about the quirks of all the actors and actresses he works with.