A Baby for the Daddy: Boys of Rockford Series

by Maverick, Henley

  I gasped, arching against him — which only dragged his thickness right along my seam, sending a new shockwave through me — and he sucked on my nipple, tongue flicking over it rapidly until it was a taut little nub and I was a puddle in his arms.

  “Just as sweet as I remember,” he growled, one of his hands moving between us, rubbing me over my dress. “Bet you’re as wet as I remember too, aren’t you, Ten?”

  He dragged his knuckles over my clit through the fabric of my skirt and panties. It was too many layers for me to really feel a whole lot, but what I felt was enough to make me whimper, my knees going weak at the tease. Then slowly, he peeled the other strap of my dress down my arm, the tip of his tongue flicking across my newly exposed nipple.

  I bucked against him again, but this time, his knuckle was still right there, right against my clit, so when I bucked my hips, the pressure was enough to make my eyes roll back, but still not enough to give me any kind of relief.

  Knight still knew how to push all my buttons.

  His tongue flicked over that nipple again and again until it was hard. Then he took it between his teeth and bit down until I gasped from the sharp mix of pain and pleasure.

  “Yep…” he said, cupping my sex through my skirt. “I’m willing to bet you’re dripping for me, aren’t you, baby?”

  I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t be so cocky, that not every woman in the world was falling over herself to be with him.

  …But I couldn’t lie. I was ridiculously wet. Knight had always had that effect on me, and this time was no different. This time, after all those years of pent up frustration, he had better control over me than ever before, if anything. I was putty in his hands and I wanted so badly for him to make me feel good the way he used to. Without it being complicated or having to overanalyze what it meant.

  “Knight,” I panted, reaching for his waistband. He was shirtless, wearing only shorts, and his kisses tasted like beer, but I didn’t even care. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me. I knew we’d both been wanting this for years and this was the culmination of all of that. We’d been split up by forces beyond our control, and this wasn’t to assume we were getting back together— I knew there was no chance of that happening — but we were making amends, I guess.

  “Tell me what you want, Ten. You know I’ll give you anything you want,” he growled, his hand sliding up my thigh, pushing my dress up, higher and higher.

  I panted against him, fumbling with the button on his shorts like I’ve never worked one before.

  “Seems like you want my cock,” he chuckled as I struggled. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric of my underwear and he groaned.

  “Fuck, Tenley, you’re so wet your panties are soaked right through.” He kissed and bit at my neck while that finger teased through the thin fabric clinging to me. Finally, I managed to get his button undone, his zipper unzipped. I got my hand around his cock and Knight hissed.

  “I almost forgot how damn good that feels,” he groaned, thrusting into my hand, his fingers circling my clit, driving me wild even though he still hadn’t touched me skin-to-skin.

  He pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers into me, making me cry out, arching onto the tips of my toes out of surprise.

  “You missed this as much as I did, didn’t you?” he asked, fingers curling inside of me, making my legs tremble and quake. If he didn’t have me pinned against the door, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand on my own, but that didn’t matter right now. Not with my dress pushed halfway down, my breasts exposed, nipples swollen from Knight’s mouth, the bottom half hiked up, panties pushed to the side, his fingers buried inside of me, making lewd, squelching sounds that only drove me higher.

  “You missed me making this sweet little pussy come, didn’t you? I bet you missed my cock too, judging by that death grip you’ve got on it,” he said, chuckling as I eased up a bit, muttering a sorry. “It’s all right. It’s hot as hell to know how much you’ve wanted me. And I’m more than happy to give you every inch of it if you just do one thing for me,” he said, dragging his rough, calloused thumb over my clit slowly. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like every cell in my body was tight and poised to explode, but he just wasn’t pressing the trigger.

  “What?” I gasped.

  He pressed his thumb against my clit, his fingers still curled inside of me, and leaned forward, sucking on my earlobe until I thought I might pass out from how wrong and amazing it all was.

  “I need you to come for me,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding, his thumb circling my clit mercilessly, demanding the orgasm.

  I gasped, arched against him, unable to fight it the way it happened so suddenly. I screamed his name, but anything else I said, I didn’t know because there was nothing but pure-white bliss washing through my veins.

  I’d had orgasms in the years without Knight. I’d masturbated when the need became unbearable. But it was nothing like being with him. What I could do alone didn’t even come close to comparing with what Knight could do. And as I came down from that crazy high and my eyes fluttered open, his arrogant grin said he knew it. He knew that he had my number and he wasn’t afraid to use it against me.

  “What do you think?” he asked, fingers still stroking me, my legs still shaking in time with his movements. “As good as you remember?”

  “Shut up and fuck me for real,” I answered, surprised by myself, but so amused by his surprise that I couldn’t do anything but laugh.

  “Well yes ma’am. You’ve gotten bossy in your old age,” he teased, biting at my neck as I pulled up one of the straps of my dress.

  “Why are you doing that? I’m just going to take it off you again.”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know… Walking around naked just seems…”

  He didn’t let me finish. He yanked the strap back down, then the whole dress off, taking my panties with it. Before I could react or respond at all, he swept me off my feet, hauling me over his shoulder like a damned caveman.

  “What are you doing?” I shrieked.

  “Now you’re not walking around naked. You’re being carried around naked.”

  “That’s not better,” I protested, even as he was carrying me through his bedroom door.

  “Shut up and let me fuck you for real,” he said, tossing me on the bed and discarding his shorts all in one rather impressive move.

  He didn’t have to tell me twice, though. Now that we were in his room and both naked, now that I was on the bed, spread open for him, there was no room for joking around and playing. There was only hunger between us. Only need that couldn’t be denied anymore.

  He stepped to the edge of the bed, his cock thick and long, bigger than I remembered, but those memories were so old. I reached out to touch him and his head dropped back, his mouth opening on a silent sigh as I stroked him from root to tip. I’d forgotten how much I liked this part. How much I enjoyed taking a big, rough guy like Knight and making him speechless with nothing but my dainty little fingers. It felt like a superpower.

  But then his eyes opened and the fierce fire blazing there was almost frightening. He grabbed my hips and yanked me to the edge of the bed unceremoniously. Then his eyes met mine, and I guided him into me, pushing toward him for the first inch or so until he dragged me by the hips all the way to him, impaling me, making us both cry out.

  “You’re so goddamn tight, Ten. Holy shit you feel so good,” he groaned, not moving, just buried all the way in me, filling me, stretching me, making me remember why I loved this so much.

  With Knight inside me like that, I was full. But not just in the physical sense. We were connected in a way that made me feel like a complete person. And when he was gone? So was that feeling. I needed this. Craved him. And now that I had it, I didn’t know how I was going to be able to forget it again.

  I wrapped my legs around him, determined to keep him there, determined to make this last forever, to not lose that amazing feeling aga
in.

  “Knight… You’re… So good,” I panted, shaking my head, knowing I wasn’t getting the words out right because his thumb was still circling my clit, and now his lips were on my nipple, sucking, making my muscles clench and ripple around him.

  And then he started to thrust. I thought he was deep inside me before, but somehow every time he slammed back into me, he hit a new, deeper spot, a spot that made me scream, a spot that made my eyes roll back in my head, my fingers clutching at the sheets desperately.

  “That’s it, baby. Let go. Just let go and let me make you feel good,” he said, fucking me with the desperation that hung between us, playing my body like a fiddle, never letting a free hand or his mouth stay idle long.

  And he was making me feel good. God, it felt so good. Impossibly good. I didn’t want it to ever stop.

  “Knight, I’m going to… Oh… Oh!”

  His thrusts got harder and faster, everything about him more insistent, refusing to stop until he got what he’s after.

  And then it happened — the wave of pleasure building and building inside of me crested and crashed and I shattered to pieces under him, the whole time Knight telling me how beautiful and amazing I was. Words I couldn’t focus on, but the sincerity behind them was striking, in and of itself.

  That one orgasm rolled into another, my body overwhelmed with the sensations, with the good feelings. Knight held me tight and sank his teeth into my shoulder as he stiffened and came inside of me, the subtle pain a little reminder of this time.

  For a moment, we just laid there, no one saying anything.

  “You should stay,” Knight finally said, draping an arm over me, fingers teasing one of my still-erect nipples.

  I sat up abruptly, shaking him off, heading for my clothes.

  “I can’t do that Knight. I have a kid I need to get home to. Responsibilities, you know?” I was probably ruder than I needed to be, but now that it was over, reality was starting to sink in and I was realizing what a monumentally, colossally, stupendously, idiotic thing it was to do.

  “Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug, getting more comfortable in the bed, then lighting up a cigarette.

  Yep, this was a huge mistake.

  Once I gathered my clothes and got dressed, I was out of there, berating myself the whole way home.

  9

  Knight

  I stared at that door after Tenley left for a long time, just in disbelief.

  Not that she had left.

  No, that didn’t surprise me one damn bit.

  What surprised me was that she’d stayed.

  I was so drunk when she showed up, I was basically falling over as I went to the door, but damn had seeing her sobered me right the hell up. I was so excited to see her, and she looked so damn good.

  And then she was all fired up the way I remembered, all cute and fierce, a bunny with razor-sharp claws. I couldn’t help myself. What red-blooded man could have?

  Maybe someone better than me — not that it was difficult to be so if we’re being honest — but I was the one whose door she was knocking on, and I couldn’t resist the pull of those candy-sweet lips.

  The craziest thing was that she went with it. I thought she was pissed at me. Like, never-forgive-me-as-long-as-I-lived pissed. For what? I wasn’t sure, since she was the one that kept my kid a secret from me, but whatever. She seemed so mad and then she seemed so willing. I started to kiss her, and she melted into me and the rest was history.

  Until afterward of course, when she snapped back to reality and remembered that she was pissed at me. Still, for what, I didn’t know. But it seemed to be her go-to mood ever since she’d come back into my life. The Tenley I remembered was a hell of a lot more fun. More like that wildcat in my bed.

  But that girl that stormed outta here? Hell no. Tenley had never been so pissed at me after sex like that. Lots of other girls had — all right, let’s be honest, most other girls had — but not Tenley. Because I always tried to treat her right. I actually fuckin’ cared about her. And that’s how she treated me.

  Some thanks.

  But whatever, it didn’t matter. Tenley would come around. She’d come crawlin’ back the next time she got the itch, and I’d be right there to scratch it.

  Hell, it didn’t sound like too bad of an arrangement once I thought about it. I drank a couple more beers before passing out for the night.

  When I woke up, my head was throbbing. My mouth was full of sawdust, my head felt like there was a train running over it, and opening my eyes was an effort of Herculean proportions.

  I groaned as I pulled myself upright and immediately decided I needed to address the funk of the night before still on me. Not the sex funk. If I could keep that, Tenley’s sweet scent all over me, forever, I probably would. But the funk from all that excessive drinking I was doing. I needed a good scrubbing and I needed the hot water to rinse the hangover out.

  Not that that ever really worked, mind you. The hangover wouldn’t go away till I drank a couple gallons of water and ate myself a heaping plate of carbs, but that would come after the shower. After I couldn’t smell myself just lying in bed.

  Yeah, not pleasant.

  But once I got out of the shower — it was damned hard to keep my hands off my cock while I was obsessed with thoughts of Tenley, I’ll tell you — I wasn’t ready to leave the house for food, and I didn’t have anything that was edible. The last few times I’d been shopping it was strictly for liquid sustenance.

  There was something I had to do though. I had missed calls from my brother, and I remembered that I was supposed to check in with him because of the whole head injury thing. I was realizing that head injuries were kind of convenient for a guy who tended to drop the ball. I had a built-in excuse for why I might have forgotten to do something. It was great.

  Bear didn’t think it was great.

  “You’re lucky I didn’t come the fuck over there,” he growled into the phone after I apologized and told him calling slipped my mind last night. He had no reason to believe me, but he also couldn’t exactly call me out on it since I’d had my concussion.

  “I’m surprised you have time to think about me on your honeymoon, brother.”

  “Watch it,” he growled, still obviously annoyed with me — his go-to mood, funny enough.

  “You’ve got a lovely wife, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got my eyes on someone else,” I said, fumbling with the bottle of pills the doctor gave me. I was trying to hold the phone with one hand and open the bottle with the others. It was supposed to help with these headaches. Maybe it would help with a hangover, too. But I’d never really mastered the art of multitasking on the phone and it was a struggle.

  “Tenley?” he asked, not missing a beat.

  “She came over last night,” I said, realizing too late what I’d just done.

  “So that was how it ‘slipped your mind’ to call me?” he asked, a little amusement in his voice.

  I couldn’t help grinning. “What can I say? You know me.”

  “Yeah, I do,” he muttered darkly. “And you need to knock it off. Especially with her. You’ve got a kid now, you need to set a good example. Show him how a woman deserves to be treated so he doesn’t grow up like you.”

  “Gee, thanks, a wonderful pep talk, bro,” I muttered.

  “I’m honest, Knight. You treat women like they’re disposable, but they’re fucking people.”

  “I know they’re people,” I argued.

  “Do you?” he spat back. “Because last I knew, you don’t even learn the names of the girls you fuck.”

  I scoffed. “Like they learn mine?”

  “You know they do,” Bear said. “I know you know, because you’re vain enough to care about your reputation and the rumors about you.”

  I couldn’t even argue with that. He had me backed into a corner on that one.

  “Why don’t you just let me worry about the example I set for my kid?” I grumbled.

  “Because my kids
are going to have to deal with their shitty cousin their whole life if you don’t do this right.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “I’m serious Knight. Tenley doesn’t need more shit from you.”

  My free hand balled into a fist, my other hand squeezed the phone too tight. “I don’t know why the hell everyone’s acting like I’m the villain here when she’s the one that kept my kid from me for twelve goddamn years.”

  Bear sighed, and I could just picture his impatient look. “Do you remember what you were like when you were fifteen, Knight? Do you remember what a little shit you were? You’re really trying to tell me that you didn’t do anything to deserve this?”

  “Not enough,” I protested. “Not nearly fucking enough. I don’t even know him.”

  “But now you’ve got a chance to,” he argued.

  “Only because he ran away to meet me. He shouldn’t have had to do that. That’s fucked up.”

  “Regardless of how he came to you or what he had to do to get there, he’s in your life now and if you want to keep it that way, you need to start by not pissing off his mom and sole custodian. Know what I’m saying? Maybe fucking her when you’re not so good at second dates isn’t the way to keep her happy.”

  My grip on the phone only tightened, but I realized that there was no point in fighting this with Bear. He was never going to believe in me. He was never going to believe that Tenley’s the only girl it had ever been different with.

  Hell, I didn’t think that Tenley would believe it either. I wasn’t sure anyone would. Or that anyone should with the reputation I’d made for myself.

  Bear had a point. People knew about me. They knew about my reputation, about my conquests, about my lack of empathy for anyone I slept with.

  When Tenley heard about all that, what was that going to do for any chance I had with her? I’d never thought about it before because I never expected there to be another chance with her. She just up and vanished one day, leaving my life, never to be seen again.