A Baby for the Daddy: Boys of Rockford Series

by Maverick, Henley

  And was it really that shameful to want to have sex with the father of my child? It felt like it was other people in my head telling me it was wrong. It wasn’t an actual feeling that I had.

  “I want you,” I whispered, arching toward his fingers, trying to make him give me more. He wasn’t even putting any real pressure on his fingers, he wasn’t even touching my clit. He was just teasing me on the outside and driving me absolutely wild within.

  “I’ve never stopped wanting you,” he answered, his mouth replacing his fingers, tongue flicking at my clit through the fabric. It was torture. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. It was nowhere near enough, and he knew it.

  “Your pussy still tastes like candy,” he said, making my entire body flush at the filthiness. He’d always been crude, always been dirty around the edges, but this was another level. This Knight was like a man possessed, a man consumed, and he was treating me like the sex goddess who’d dragged him to his doom.

  But as much as he was worshiping me with his mouth and hands, I was still the one clutching at the sheets, wishing for more.

  I sat up enough to pull my bra off and he growled.

  “I was getting there,” he said.

  “Not fast enough,” I argued. “Your turn,” I said, reaching for his shirt, tugging it up. He helped me pull it up and over his head, so I didn’t have to stand, and then he was chuckling at me.

  “You’re so impatient,” he teased, leaning down to kiss me. I wrapped one hand around the back of his head and held him there, kissing him with everything I had as my other hand worked on his shorts, worming in until I had my fingers wrapped around his cock and he sucked in a sharp breath, resting his forehead against mine.

  “I know what I want,” I answered, stroking him in his shorts, dragging my thumb over the bead of precum. I remembered being so shy about this when I was younger. I never knew what to do. I was always afraid of doing the wrong thing and making him not want me anymore. But I wasn’t afraid of that anymore. Knight wasn’t the end-all, be-all of men. And it was about time I’d gotten some hands-on experience. I felt rusty.

  But with my hand on him, I could gauge his reaction. I could tell what speed he liked, how much pressure he wanted, how my grip should be — all of that — I could figure out, just by the way Knight or his dick responded.

  Suddenly I was the one gasping as his fingers slipped past my panties and dragged up my dripping slit.

  “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet,” he said, holding up his fingers between us to prove it to me. It was a lewd sight, seeing his fingers shining with my arousal. He spread his fingers slightly and there was a sticky trail connecting them, and then he growled and sucked on them both.

  It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and it made me want him inside me more than ever, but Knight had other plans. He pulled my panties off and tossed them aside before crouching and pulling me to the edge of the bed. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, and before I could even process what was happening, his face was buried in me and I couldn’t breathe.

  His tongue flicked at my clit, each movement like electricity shooting through my veins. He flattened his tongue against me and licked me like a lollipop, groaning and grunting the whole time like it was the best damn meal of his life.

  And then his fingers slid into me — finally — and the world went white. I gasped and arched toward him, not able to say anything, to fight the words out to tell him not to stop, but Knight knew. Knight knew my body better than I did, it seemed, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had me falling to pieces. The two fingers inside of me curled forward and his lips sealed around my clit, sucking on it hard, making me buck off the mattress.

  I wasn’t even thinking anymore when I drove my fingers into his hair and held on tight, holding him to me, grinding against his face as my muscles started to contract and spasm.

  “Knight, I’m going to… Oh… I’m—” He sucked my clit hard, and that was all it took to push me over the edge. It was like being at the top of a roller coaster hill, right before the big drop, and then the big drop happened, and there was that split moment of weightlessness. Instead of the roller coaster continuing, I was left in that weightless moment, feeling like there was a river gushing out of me, the only thing left in the world was the pleasure Knight was giving me.

  I was so much more sensitive afterward that every flick of his tongue made me shudder. It took me a minute to realize how tight my legs were clamped around his head, and when I finally released him, he pulled back and grinned at me.

  “Like fucking candy,” he said, suddenly naked as he moved over me on the bed, coming closer. I panicked when I realized he intended to kiss me again, his face glistening with my wetness, but he didn’t let me escape. He pulled me into the kiss, and then I didn’t want to pull away.

  It wasn’t an unpleasant taste at all. I didn’t think it tasted like candy, but it was faintly sweet, and the pure dirtiness of making out with him after he just did that with his mouth only turned me on more.

  “You going to stop teasing me now?” I panted, still clutching at his hair as I pulled back from the kiss.

  “You call that teasing?”

  I lifted my hips, feeling his erection between us. “Yes. You’re stalling from giving me what I really want,” I groaned, his thumb dragging over one of my nipples. One corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile.

  “And what’s that, Tenley?” he asked.

  I rolled my eyes. “Like you don’t know.”

  “Maybe I just want to hear that innocent little mouth of yours say something filthy,” he said, a challenge in his eyes. He didn’t think I was going to do it. Clearly, he didn’t know me as well as he thought he did.

  “You really think this mouth is innocent?” I asked, arching a brow.

  “Prove me wrong,” he challenged, moving his hips forward, positioning himself just at my entrance. I could move and take him, I could force the issue, but I wanted to see the look in his eyes when I shocked the hell out of him.

  I leaned up and kissed his jawline, right where it met with his ear. I dragged my lips over the shell of his ear, letting him feel my breath, not missing the little shiver it got out of him. “I want you to take that big, fat cock, and fuck this greedy little pussy of mine,” I whispered, dragging my teeth over his earlobe.

  “Jesus Christ, woman,” he groaned, sliding all the way into me with one smooth stroke.

  I gasped, arching backwards at the amazing sensation of being filled. And with Knight, I was completely filled. He fit me like a puzzle piece. He stretched me just enough, hit all the right places so that I was buzzing even just from this. Even from him being buried inside of me and not moving, I felt like I was going to come apart at the seams.

  “When did you learn all those dirty words?” he asked, pulling back slowly, making me go cross-eyed with how slow and agonizing it was.

  “Oh… About a dozen years ago,” I panted, wrapping my legs around him, trying to pull him closer, trying to set the rhythm myself.

  “What’s your hurry sweetheart?” he asked, hands firm on my hips, stopping me from moving. He was too damn strong. There was no getting any leverage if he didn’t want me to have it.

  But I couldn’t stand this slow, arduous pace he was setting. It was doing just enough to keep me at the exact same place. I was still feeling the flutters of the aftershocks of the previous orgasm, but he wasn’t attempting to get me any closer to another one. He was going just slow enough to keep me right there, but right there was the kind of place that could drive a girl insane. I needed more. That was the only thought in my head. I couldn’t form real sentences of coherent thoughts with his slow and methodical in and out, his fingers, gripping my hips to keep the pace, his eyes locked on mine.

  “More,” I panted, covering his hands with mine. “Please, Knight,” I said, my voice nearly a whine. I was just so desperate. It felt like there were ants under my skin the way he was doing this, tickling me all over, but an o
rgasm would wash it all away, be such a relief. I needed that relief.

  “You know how many times I’ve thought about doing this again?” he asked, driving in deep, rolling his hips to grind inside of me. It pushed me that much closer, eyes rolling in my head, back arching off the bed.

  “You know how many times I’ve dreamed of being inside you again?”

  “How many times I wondered if it was all a dream…”

  “It wasn’t,” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders, the combination of his steady, firm thrusts, grinding into my deepest pleasure points, and this sweet talk that I’d have never expected out of him was working. The combination was driving me higher and higher. Knight scooped me up in his arms so my arms and legs wrapped around him. His hard, muscled chest dragged against my sensitive nipples with every thrust, and the new angle seemed to push him even deeper.

  He leaned in and nuzzled into my neck, kissing and sucking there, stubble on his cheek rough and wonderful all at once. “Come for me, Tenley. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. I want to see you shatter,” he said, his lips on my neck hot, his cock filling me, his fingers on my clit, on my nipples — it was so much, too much to deny.

  I couldn’t even say anything. I just gasped and flung myself on top of him, kissing him with everything I had while the orgasm crashed through me. Knight’s mouth was the only thing keeping me from floating away, I was sure of it, but when I opened my eyes, he still had his arms around me too, shuddering with his own release as my body kept milking him, dragging the pleasure out of him the same way he had with me.

  There were no words as we slowly untangled ourselves and cleaned up. But there also weren’t any words as we climbed into bed together and fell asleep cuddling. Actually cuddling.

  Not that I was in any state to dwell on how amazing it was to have his arms around me while I slept in my postcoital state.

  But we’d never actually done this before. All those years before, we couldn’t ever have sleepovers. Not with parents wanting to know where we were. It seemed like it should have felt weirder than it did. But instead, it felt… right.

  When I woke up the next morning, Knight’s arms were still around me, and his face was nuzzled into my hair, his body curled around me so there was no mistaking his morning wood.

  I blinked at the daylight and tried to figure out what had woken me up. Knight grumbled and stretched, having been woken by the same thing.

  “Was that the door?” he muttered, mostly still asleep.

  But that was enough to trigger the memory. The downstairs door had just closed — Cal.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered under my breath, jumping out of bed like I’d been shocked out of it.

  Knight grumbled again, but I just tossed what I could find of his clothes at him and threw my bathrobe on before hurrying downstairs.

  Sure enough, my kid was in the kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal. I swear I actually skidded to a stop, trying to look like there was nothing at all going on out of the ordinary.

  Nope, nothing unusual here at all.

  “Heeeey, honey,” I said, a false cheeriness in my voice as I tried to figure out how the hell I was going to smuggle Knight out of the house without Cal realizing.

  Cal gave me a weird look, and then his eyes flicked over my shoulder.

  I turned and deflated, Knight right behind me in his freaking boxers. “Hey, what was the big hurry for? You ran out like—” Then his eyes landed on Cal and he zipped his lips, blanching. It would have been funny if I wasn’t feeling just about the same.

  21

  Knight

  Cal’s face broke into a big grin and he looked from me, to Ten, and back to me again. “Are you guys getting back together?” he asked excitedly, like he was getting a Disney vacation or something.

  Tenley winced. She winced at the question. Might as well have stabbed me in the gut.

  “I uh… I came over to talk to your mom and spilled my coffee, so my clothes are in the wash…”

  Cal just gave me a look. It was a look I was so used to — one eyebrow arched, the other pushed down, his mouth slanted and unimpressed. It was Tenley to a damn tee. Like looking at a miniature version of her. And I just knew that he wasn’t buying an ounce of the shit I was tryin’ to sell.

  “I’m twelve, not stupid,” he said, scooping cereal into his mouth, milk dribbling down his chin.

  Tenley groaned and sank into one of the kitchen chairs, her head in her hands. Cal looked at her, took another bite of cereal, and then looked at me, laughing. I made myself useful by putting on the coffee, not really knowing what else I was supposed to do. We’d been found out, there was no getting around it.

  “I’m going upstairs, okay Mom?” he asked, holding up his cereal bowl.

  “Yeah, sure,” she said, waving her hand at him. I got a glimpse of her face then — absolutely scarlet — but it only lasted a second before she was covering her face again.

  Cal left with one last look over his shoulder at me, smirking a smirk that looked way more like the one I’d seen in the mirror than Tenley’s. It was still crazy to me how much he was like the both of us. Crazy and amazing. It was like he had all the best parts of us both and was this amazing little person. I hoped he’d grow up to do better than me. I hoped he’d learn what’s important faster than I did. It took me way too damn long.

  “Here,” I said, sliding a cup of coffee over to Tenley, made up with the girly creamer she loved so much. I couldn’t help it if there was a smirk on my face. How could I avoid it? We’d had an amazing night together — we had an amazing kid together — and everything seemed to be falling into place.

  Tenley looked up at me and groaned.

  “Could you not?”

  “Not what?” I asked.

  “Not look at me like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like… that,” she said, waving her hand all flouncy.

  “You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific sweetheart,” I said, slipping into the seat across the little round table from her with my own cup of coffee. The table was big enough for four people, but when I leaned in, Tenley was within reach, even from the opposite side. She looked at me like she wished the table was bigger, or that I was just much, much further away.

  Shit.

  “Look, Knight, I—”

  The doorbell rang, and we both winced at it. I looked at her, cocking my head to the side.

  “Expecting someone?”

  She shook her head, lips pressed tight so that they were almost invisible. “No, but the only person that knows this address is—”

  “Knock knock!” came the voice from the foyer, barging right in the front door Cal had left unlocked after he came in.

  I’d given him the spare key to the house last night before he went to Bear’s house. I wanted him to know that he could come home any time if he changed his mind about things there. Probably should’ve mentioned that to Tenley, but it kinda slipped my mind.

  There had been other things vying for my attention.

  Things that were still well within reach and only wrapped up in that terrycloth robe.

  But I knew that voice, even after all these years, and I cringed as Kaitlyn came into the kitchen carrying a basket of muffins.

  She took one look at the two of us in the state we were in, me in nothing but a pair of boxers, and scoffed, rolling her eyes to her sister.

  “Seriously, Ten?”

  22

  Tenley

  Oh, for the love of…

  Could the morning have been any worse? It wasn’t enough that I’d slept with Knight — again — or that Cal came home early and caught us. But now my sister had to be there, looking at us with so much disappointment.

  “Hey Kitkat,” Knight said to Kaitlyn, using the old nickname that had always driven her crazy. “Looking good.”

  She looked his way and scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Hi Day. Looking pretty naked.”

  He grinned, pushing ba
ck from the table and holding his arms out wide.

  “Like what you see?”

  She fake-gagged. “More like I want to gouge my eyes out.”

  Knight chuckled and shook his head. “You wish. Admit it, you’re just upset that you’re not the sister that got me.”

  Kait barked a laugh. “Not in a million years, Calhoun.”

  “Can you guys knock it off?” I snapped, pinching the bridge of my nose. They’d always been like this, always bickering and snipping back and forth. Knight thought it was fun to press Kait’s buttons and get her annoyed. Kait just thought he was a waste of my time. It wasn’t fun banter for her like it was for him, and I couldn’t deal with it right then. I couldn’t listen to my sister talk shit about Knight when I knew my kid was near enough to hear it — and get hurt by it — and I didn’t feel great about it either. I felt like I wanted to defend Knight but doing that with Kaitlyn was asking for a whole ‘nother can of worms to open up.

  “Why are you here, Kaitlyn? You can’t just drop by and barge in unannounced whenever you want. I have a life,” I growled, hand tight on the mug of coffee that was going cold.

  “Clearly,” she said, making a face, curling her lip. “I brought you muffins,” she said, holding up the basket as evidence. There was a big assortment of muffins in there, and they looked amazing, but I didn’t show much interest. I was annoyed with her, that she waltzed into my life as she pleased. She had no concern for my privacy, and honestly, it was disrespectful that she thought I’d just be around to receive her at her leisure. I could be doing things. I could be out.

  Of course, I never was, but that’s not the point. She just assumed. Because that was how I’d always been. I’d always been the good girl that stayed in the lines and did what was expected of me.

  But I was getting freaking sick of the expectations to be honest. I was tired of living my life to make other people happy. The only person I really needed to worry about was Cal. Other than him? Everyone could worry about themselves and deal with their own problems. Even if those were problems they had with me.