by Alexa Riley
9
Brooks
I come through the door after spending every second of the day thinking of my Ella. I didn’t want to be there, and everyone knew it. I don’t care anymore. I told everyone in the boardroom that things were going to be changing very soon. I wouldn’t be putting in the hours I once did, and if they had a problem with that then they needed to come to me. I handed over everyday operations to my vice president and got what I needed out of my office. I know there will be a lot of follow-up emails and conference calls, but I did what I needed to today to ensure that I’m here with my woman.
I call out for her and check the kitchen before I run upstairs. I wonder for a moment about finding her in the bath again and my excited cock throbs at the idea. Fuck, I loved taking her in that tub, but as long as I can get my dick in her, I don’t care where it’s at.
“Eleanor? Beautiful, are you in here?” I call out, but still no answer.
My eyebrows pull together in concern as I look around the room. Her cell phone isn’t beside the bed anymore, and the shirt she was wearing when I left is folded and lying at the end of the bed. I remember putting her sandals by the chair in the corner, but they’re gone, too. She wouldn’t leave. Would she?
Panic begins to thump in my chest as I walk out of the room and down the hall. I check the other guest rooms just in case, but nothing. I walk down the stairs and check my office and the living room. I search every room in the house, and by the time I’m back in the kitchen, my heart is pounding in my ears.
“Ella!” I shout as I walk to the back of the house and then come up short when I hear the sound of music.
I walk over to the sliding glass door, open it up and hear the sounds of pop music coming from the back patio. I step outside and hold my hand up in front of my face to keep the setting sun out of my eyes. It’s then I see why Eleanor didn’t answer me when I called for her. She’s passed out in the lounger by the pool with the music playing on her phone next to her.
She’s wearing a black bikini that I bought for her and put in the closet upstairs. She must have found it and slipped on her sandals to walk out here. I look around and don’t see a towel, so I don’t know if she got in the pool or not.
I’ve been wanting her since the moment I left, and I’m ready to have her again.
She’s lying on her back with an arm draped across her eyes, so I move around the lounger and climb on it. I reach down and unbuckle my belt and take out my swelling cock. I’m hard and she’s been hours without my cum in her. That’s far too long for her pussy to wait.
Reaching out, I untie the little black strings at her wide hips and pull the material down to expose her pussy. I lie over her and slide my cock between her little wet lips, covering her from view. If anyone in security happens to spot us, they’ll just see me rutting on top of her.
I push into her pussy, and she moans in her sleep as I have to grunt my way in. She’s still so fucking tight, even after all I’ve done to break her in. Pussy this good is made for getting pregnant. She’s all mine now and I let out a growl as I push my way deep.
Her thighs spread as her arm moves away from her eyes. I reach up and put my hand over her mouth. “Don’t make a sound,” I say as I hump her on the lounger. “Don’t want anyone else hearing what belongs to me.”
I grunt like an old man on top of a teenager, and all too soon I’m nutting inside her.
“Fuck,” I growl, but I don’t pull out. I keep on going with my now cum-covered cock. “That pretty little pussy always makes me go so fast. Bet you want to get yours, too.” Leaning down I pull her bikini to the side, exposing a hint of her cherry pink nipple. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see that sweet milk dripping when I’m on top of you.”
I feel her pussy tighten and it’s painful how small she is. But it’s worth every squeeze as she moans against my palm and starts to cum.
Leaning down, I suck on her little nipple and she whimpers her orgasm under me. I cum in her again for good measure, wanting to make sure she’s a mommy.
“You taste pregnant,” I say, licking her nipple one last time before covering it up. I pull my cock out and only move a little bit so I can reach down and tie her bikini back and cover up her now creamy cum-filled pussy. “There, much better.” When she looks up at me in confusion, I smile. “I like seeing it full of me,” I say and wink at her.
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back inside. When I take her up to the bedroom, I decide to fuck her again while she’s still got the bikini on. This time I just move the bottoms to the side and push the triangles covering her tits out of the way. Seeing them bounce with the bikini top on either side of them makes me cum again way too fast. I make it up to her when I take her from behind and slip my pinky in her ass. Her pussy opens up so good for me that I can hold the tip of my cock to her cervix and pump cum straight into it.
Something about breeding her is naughty but hot as fuck at the same time. Taking her bare every single time is a pregnancy risk, and it makes me ten times harder knowing there’s nothing protecting her from me. I’m an animal ready to give her a litter, and she’s my mate in heat.
10
Ella
I run my hands through Brooks’s short hair. He’s got his head on my belly as he sleeps. The morning light is shining in through the large windows in the bedroom, and it’s so peaceful and perfect. If we have a boy I hope he looks just like Brooks.
I wonder what he looked like as a child. The thought reminds me that I really don’t know much about him. His eyes slowly open and he smiles at me. I keep touching his hair and rubbing down his neck and shoulders, not wanting to break the stillness in this moment. It somehow feels as intimate as when we make love.
When that thought enters my mind, I halt it in its tracks. No, this isn't making love. This is sex. Right? Not that I would know a difference. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with. But the way he makes me feel can’t just be all about sex. It’s so much more than that.
“Why the face, beautiful?” he asks me. I try to cool my expression, not realizing that I’d given anything away. “Tell me.” He nibbles on my stomach, making me giggle. He kisses the spot he bit, and his eyes come back to mine. His face is serious. “If something is bothering you, I have to know what it is. I can’t fix it unless you tell me.”
I know he’s right. I should lay my cards on the table. If we are having a baby together we need to be on the same page about everything so it doesn't get messy. Though I’m not sure we haven't already crossed that line. I’m already having deep feelings for Brooks.
“Maybe we should make rules or something,” I say, unsure how to word what I want. Heck, I’m not even sure what I want. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. I want him to tell me this is about more than us having a baby. That he has some kind of growing feelings for me, too. That we’re not crazy to jump into a relationship that could potentially mess things up with our baby we’re so eager to make.
I would hate to think that it’s all one-sided and I’m falling even more for him. What if things go south and we break up? The idea of seeing him with someone else makes me want to throw up. If we have a baby, then we’ll always be connected. I can’t stand the thought of being apart and not having him in my arms, and I need a clear line in the sand. Fast.
“The only rule we need is that you belong to me,” he growls, sitting all the way up.
His eyes narrow and I see the determination on his face. It’s as if he’s up against some sort of challenge. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want to belong to him? Of course I want that, but I need more. I need to know what all of that entails. I might not be acting like an old-fashioned woman, but when it comes to commitment, that’s what I’ve always been after. It’s why I’ve been alone so long. I was waiting on the one. What happens if I’ve found that, but he doesn’t feel the same? I need it spelled out.
“Are you mine, too?” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. I’m suddenly feeling completely unsure of what hi
s answer might be. A small knot forms in my stomach, and I can feel my heartbeat speed up. “I mean, more than just having a baby together.”
My words are rushed and I don’t know what to expect. So when his face softens and he pushes me down into the bed, I melt a little. He moves on top of me, and feeling his weight makes me feel safe.
“I’m sorry I ever made you think that, my sweet Eleanor. This isn’t about a baby. Well, it didn’t start that way.”
He leans down and kisses me so deeply that all my doubts melt away. He goes slow and takes his time, like he’s got nothing else in the world to do besides kiss me. It’s so beautiful that it makes my body ache for him. I want to seal this kiss by connecting as intimately as possible.
When he pulls back, he cups my cheek and locks his eyes with mine.
“I’ve wanted you the moment I first saw you. Then when I found out you wanted a baby, I knew I’d be the only man to ever give you one.”
My mouth falls open at his confession. “You wanted me from the first moment you saw me?” I ask, wanting to hear him say it again. How can that be possible?
“I more than wanted you. I think I’ve gone a little crazy,” he says, laughing and pressing his forehead to mine. “But I don’t care.”
“I thought maybe you knew I wanted a baby and you’d always wanted one, too. So you’d be able to get what you wanted. Nothing more,” I admit to him, and he smirks. Could I have really been wrong about my assumptions from the beginning?
“Beautiful, I can’t keep my fucking hands off you. I want a baby with you and no one else. I didn't even know I wanted kids until I saw you. Until you gave the idea life in my head.”
“This is crazy.” I bite my lip to keep from smiling. Is this real? Is this really happening?
“I told you I’m already crazy.” He pulls away from me and jumps off the bed. He goes over to a nearby dresser and opens up a drawer. After a second, he walks back with a box in his hand.
My breath catches when I see the black velvet box resting on his palm as he presents it to me. Am I dreaming? He kneels down beside the bed and I sit up, putting my hands over my mouth. When he opens the box, I see a giant diamond sparkling in the morning light. It’s round and on a delicate band and looks like something that belongs in a museum and not in this bedroom. My eyes are probably popping out of my head as he smiles at me and takes it out of the box. I’m completely silent as he slips it on my finger, never even asking me if I’ll marry him. He brushes his lips across my knuckles and then leans up, kissing me softly on the lips.
“We can get this finalized today. Then you’ll know how serious I am about this.”
I stare down at the rock that’s weighing down my hand. I’m still in shock and completely speechless. This is more than crazy.
“We don’t even know each other.” He gives me a smile that makes me think he’s hiding something. Then it hits me. If he knew I wanted a baby, it’s likely he knows almost everything about me. “Well, I guess I don’t know much about you.”
“That will come with time. But while you have my last name. This is forever for me, and who says we can’t learn as we go,” he adds before standing up and pulling me into his arms. “We can be married by the end of the day.” He starts to lead me towards the bathroom, and I tug on him to make him stop. He turns to look at me, the playfulness dropping from his face.
“I’m not saying I don’t want to marry you.”
“You’re marrying me,” he throws back, and I have to fight a laugh. I can already see how married life with him is going to be. He’s possessive and controlling, but in the sweetest of ways.
“I can’t get married without my mom. It would break her heart. She’s the only family I have.” I place my hand on his bare chest. “She’ll be the grandmother to our baby.”
“Babies,” he corrects, but I keep going.
“I need her to be there and to meet you. It’s always just been her and me before now.” Brooks pulls me into him so our bodies are pressed together.
“Invite her over for dinner tonight. I want to meet the woman who raised my beautiful, sweet soon-to-be wife.” I wrap my arms around his neck and he picks me up easily.
He moves towards the bathroom again and I feel light and happy. Everything in my life has led to this and it’s all coming together. Finally, all of my dreams are coming true.
11
Brooks
I carry in the last of the bags and put them in the room next to ours. We might have gone a little overboard today with baby shopping. When we were in the shower I told her that I wasn't going to work and we could spend the whole day looking at baby stuff if she wanted to. The look on her face went straight to my heart. And I promised myself that I’d live my life making sure to keep that look on her face. I’d never seen someone light up like that before. It was so innocent and sweet. No matter what it takes, I’ll do right by her and our children.
I look around at what used to be a guest room. It’s right beside the master, so it’s the perfect room for a nursery. The space is completely empty after I had it cleared out today. We were out buying things to fill it up and I wanted it to be a blank canvas for whatever Ella chooses.
A shard of worry cuts through me when I think about how her mom will be here soon. All day I kept trying to come up with a way to tell her that I didn't really have a sister, but there was never the right moment. I needed to tell her how I really came to find her, but I couldn't bring myself to dim her smile. I can’t find the right words, but I know I have to tell her. Soon.
Part of me is terrified because I don’t know how she’s going to react. I’ve never been scared of a thing in my life, but the idea of losing her is more than I can stand. Upsetting her isn’t something I’m prepared to do. I remind myself that no matter what happens I won’t let her get away. I’ll figure this out.
Hopefully I can win her mom over tonight and drag her to the courthouse tomorrow to make it official. I need to have her legally bound to me. We can plan a wedding as big as she wants in a few months if she likes, but I need us married now. I want my name branded on her.
“Hey.”
I turn around to see Ella standing in the doorway, sleep still in her eyes. I’d carried her into the house after we’d gotten home and made love to her until she passed out.
“Hey, beautiful.”
I walk over to her and pull her into my arms. Like always she melts into me. How I got so lucky to have found this sweetness, I’ll never know. I hated her father Vick when I met him, but maybe I should be thanking him for giving me such a woman.
I don’t know how that dumb fuck could walk away from my girl. She has something special in her heart, and I love her. I could feel it from that first moment I laid eyes on her. Something deep inside me shifted and fell into place. I didn’t realize I’d been waiting for her my whole life.
She wraps her arms around me like she always does. I love how easily she gives herself to me. God, she’s going to be an incredible wife and a wonderful mother to our children. I hope I can live up to everything she wants.
“My mom texted me. She’s on the way.” She gives me one of her big smiles.
There’s no way her mom could know who my mom married. Could she? I doubt it. I just need to get through tonight without Ella finding out. We’ll get married first thing in the morning and then I’ll tell her. I know I should probably do it before, but I just can’t take that chance.
“Go get ready. I’ll finish dinner.” I give her ass a small squeeze and it makes her giggle before she goes back to our bedroom.
I watch her walk away and want to follow her, but I hold myself back knowing that if I do, her mom will show up while I’m deep inside her daughter. Probably not the best introduction to each other.
I want her mom to like me. I know how much she means to Eleanor, and I know how much my own mom means to me. Hell, this is how everything started. Because of my mom and wanting to protect her against a con artist—it all led to my woman
.
I shake the thoughts from my mind. Right now, I need to focus on getting through tonight.
I go to the kitchen and check on the pasta I requested be made ahead of time. Then I start pulling out the sides the staff had prepared to go with it. I set the table and make sure everything is perfect just as Ella comes walking into the kitchen. She’s wearing a light blue dress and her feet are bare. Her long dark hair flows behind her and she’s practically glowing. I’m pretty sure she’s pregnant just from the light around her. I can’t stand the distance between us, and I pick her up by the hips and sit her on the counter.
“I’m a little nervous to tell my mom about everything,” she admits. Her small hands lock together in her lap as she bites her lip.
I use my thumb to pull her bottom lip out from between her teeth. Then I give her a quick kiss before I rub my hands up and down her arms.
“It will all be fine,” I tell her. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“You can’t control everything.” She shakes her head at me.
Maybe not, but I sure as fuck can get pretty close to it. I stand between her legs and she rests her hands on my chest.
“I want this so bad. This all feels so right. I want my mom to like you. I want your family to like me.”
Her sweet words warm me. I run my hands down to her hips and grip her there. I drop my forehead down to hers and take a deep breath. Fuck, I need to tell her about my family. I should have done it from the beginning, but I didn’t. Now I just need to do it and get it out there already.
Leaning back, I look into her eyes and open my mouth.
“Eleanor—” I begin, but my words are cut off when I hear my own mother’s voice coming from the front of the house.
“Brooky! I was in the neighborhood.”
Her always-chipper voice carries from the entryway. Fuck, I should have told the front gate to let me know if my mom showed up. They never alert me when she arrives. She’s cleared to come and go as she pleases, and now I should probably change that. I don’t want her or anyone else walking in here while I might have Ella laid out on the kitchen counter. I’ve just never had that worry before now.
