Her Designer Baby

by Shawna Washington

  “I want you now,” I said rubbing myself against him. I could feel his hardness under me and I knew he was as ready as me.

  “You’ll have me, baby. Let me savor every inch of you first.” His hand traced the nape of my neck as his mouth slowly and oh so deliciously followed. He popped open one of the buttons of my shirt and I arched my back. He opened another until my cleavage was visible.

  He placed a kiss on my sternum and then on the swells of my breast. “Do you know how crazy this is driving me? Knowing what was hidden under my shirt. Do you have any idea, Tynice, how much I want you?” he asked me as he opened the remaining buttons and let the shirt fall open. His voice was confident. It was hoarse and husky and filled with desire.

  “I'm sure you can show me,” I challenged him. He looked at me and then dropped his mouth to one of my breasts. I gave out a pleasurable moan as his tongue rolled and twisted my hardened nipple. His other hand fondled my other breast and kneaded it with his expert fingers. “Adrian!” I cried as he increased his speed.

  I didn’t want him to stop. I was building inside. I wanted more. I wanted him. Skin against skin. I wanted to feel him touch me. His hand dropped down to the waistband of the shorts I was wearing and he freed the button. His fingers trailed down though my pubic hairs, down to my wet folds. I moaned and squirmed, clutching his shirt. His finger rubbed my swollen wet clit as he made his way down and then inserted his finger inside. He moaned appreciatively. And then all of sudden, all contact was gone.

  I looked at him in confusion. His face was grim, his eyes dark. He pushed me back on the couch and stood to pull his shirt open and his perfect broad chest came into view. He bent down and pulled my shorts out of the way. I was naked on his couch.

  “Do you know how beautiful you look right now, Tynice? It makes me want to eat you until you come undone in my mouth.” He did exactly what he said. He lowered his face down to my navel and kissed and sucked his way down. And then, he parted my knees to put his mouth to my wet folds.

  “Adrian, oh don’t.” I had never had anyone do this to me in such a sensual way. His tongue lapped on my clitoris and he moaned.

  “Why on earth not? You taste divine.” He began to kiss me down there and I had all my muscles contract – ready to release. He kissed and licked and sucked. When he finally inserted his finger, I came in a million pieces, right in his mouth where he promised. He came up and kissed me square on the lips. I could taste my cum on his tongue and I felt the need burning again.

  This time I needed all of him. He tugged my lips and bit it as he struggled with his jeans. “Do you know how hard you make me? Do you know how much I am aching to be inside your beautiful body, Tynice?” I could feel his hardness against my folds. He took my hand and guided it down to his length. “You feel that, baby?” Oh I could feel it alright. He was huge. He rubbed him against my slick lower lips and I moaned as my walls begin to tighten again.

  “Adrian,” I said in a breathless whisper.

  “Say it, Tynice. Say my name,” he demanded as he placed his swollen head on my entrance.

  “Adrian!” I clutched his bare shoulder and his hair.

  “You are so hot. All for me.” He lowered his face to mine and then pushed himself inside. We both groaned. Me from his size, and him from my tightness. “Oh damn! ”He inched in slowly. His eyes clenched shut as he thrust in deeper. I folded my arms around his neck and he looked into my eyes.

  I don’t know about mine but his were filled with raw emotions. He started to move inside, building speed gradually, until I was gasping with pleasure. “Yes, oh damn, yes.” His balls slapped against me as he went deeper and deeper with every thrust. My walls clenched around him as he took me to another universe. His finger came in contact with my clit and he started to rub it in a circular pattern.

  The sensation was too much that I thought I could no longer take it. “I’m coming, Adrian.” I squirmed under him in the limited space of his couch. His lips touched mine and he kissed me hard whereas his finger and cock kept taking me higher and higher until I was crying out his name loudly.

  He pinched my clit as he got out of me and then pushed all the way in. That was when I climaxed again and milked his cock. “Oh Damn!” I cried as he thrust a few times and then let go of his seed deep inside me .He fell on top of me and we held each other.

  He got up and picked me up in his arms and took me to his bed. His length was back for more action by then. This time he started from my toes and gave attention to every little detail of my body that I never knew existed. He made love to me again and again until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He held me close when I let my eyes close. Adrian West made me feel wanted and desired and insatiable.

  * * *

  I woke up and found myself wrapped around Adrian’s warm body. He was fast sleep beside me with his arm under my head. Holy shit, what have I done? I slept with Adrian! I had cheated on Zach. Guilt, panic and fear begin to rise in me and suddenly I wanted to get away from here. I wanted to get away from Adrian because if I stayed here, I would end up doing something I would regret later, because this man had the tendency to make me forget things.

  I untangled myself from him carefully so that I wouldn’t wake him up and got out of bed. I took my clothes and bag on my way out of the room and shut the door softly. It was better if I took off from there without having an encounter with Adrian. But I had no means of escape except if I decided to take one of Adrian’s horses. I really liked the one I had ridden on yesterday. But that was beyond practical. So I dialed my driver’s number and asked him to be in Williamsville as fast as he could. I gave him the address and he assured me he would be there in thirty minutes. So I quickly changed into my clothes and rushed out of the main house.

  I made my way to the stable. I could see the driveway from there too so I would know when the car arrived. I just didn’t want to confront Adrian. I was afraid I would lose it when I saw his face. I was vulnerable at that moment and no matter how well we knew each other, I didn’t want him to see me like this. I just sat next to the little ponies and watched them.

  “Tynice!” Adrian’s voice echoed. “Tynice!” He kept calling out my name and I just couldn’t get any smaller. Just then my phone buzzed with a text informing me that my ride was there. I got up and tried to sneak out without being noticed by Adrian. But so much for my hopes. “Stop, Tynice. Wait!” he said from behind and I had to stop.

  It was that command in his voice. I took a deep breath and pulled my strong face out. I turned to face him. He was shirtless. Damn. Here I was trying to be strong. His face was grim and his brows furrowed. “Where are you going?” he asked in a controlled voice.

  “I'm leaving,” I said.

  “That much I can see. But why? Why are you running away?” I was giving him the easier way out and he was asking me why?

  “I need to go, Adrian.” “But why, Tynice? That’s what I’m asking.” He closed the distance and placed his hands on my shoulders.

  “What happened last night shouldn’t have happened. I was tipsy and...” I said in firm voice.

  “But it did.” He didn’t sound like he had any regrets. I did.

  “It shouldn’t have, Adrian!” I said loudly, getting myself free from his grip. “You and me.” I moved my finger, pointing at both of us. “This can’t happen.”

  “Why not? I don’t see any problem with it.”He wasn’t going to give it up. I thought sex was only sex for men but then why was he being so difficult about it?

  “Because I'm in a relationship, Adrian! I have a boyfriend back in Seattle. Who loves me and trusts me. I went behind his back and now I feel like a god-awful bitch.”

  I snapped at him and that silenced him. I took it as my cue to escape. “Good bye, Adrian.” I turned to leave. He started behind me but I signaled him to stop. “If you have any respect for the friendship we had, you won’t follow me.” Hurt and anger began to cover his face but he did not attempt to follow me as I made my way to the Lexus an
d then shut the door. I could see from behind the black tint, he was kicking the rocks on the ground. His abs were hard and he looked like an angry bull ready to let loose. I let my head rest back as my car eased out of Adrian’s ranch. I had left him once again.

  Tynice

  June 2014, Springfield, Illinois

  I was such a damn fool to let myself get close to him when my head wasn't right. Yes, I totally blamed booze for it. I just kept distracting myself from thinking about Adrian. His face when I had left him or when we had been involved in such passionate love making. I never knew it could be like that because whatever I shared with Zach or my previous lovers was miles away from what I had with Adrian.

  And that was why I didn’t want to think about it. I was furious with myself, with him, with everything. Especially my body because it craved him and his touch so much that I had a hard time thinking straight. I threw myself into work as soon as I got back to my room. The good thing was David was flying down in an hour. With him here, I would probably be more able to concentrate on work. I had the first hearing tomorrow, for heaven’s sake. I logged into my email and on top of the list was an email from Henry Ramsey. I opened it and began reading.

  The more I read, the wider my eyes went and farther the thoughts of Adrian and others slid. It was like I had opened the Pandora’s Box of William Parker. The man was a white collared drug and ammunition dealer. He ran an illegal organization under the name of Stefan Ridge. His own company, Parker Enterprise, was just a cover. Under the table, he had dealings across the state with various drug cartels and other agencies.

  Ramsey had attached a couple of images, very discreetly taken, of Parker at exchange meetings and underground dealings. He also mentioned that William owed Augustus McLain twenty million dollars, and he was tightening the pressure to get his money back. That was the reason why William was desperate to get his share of Jason Parker’s assets. He needed it to save his ass because everyone who had spent some time in Illinois knew who McLain was.

  He was known as the Bonaparte of the underworld. The man was as brutal as one could imagine when it came down to taking back what was his. So long story short, William Parker was down and only one thing could drag him out. That was winning this case. This new lead made me and David work until after midnight. We had to jot down our support points and decided on taking William off guard with this new information we had.

  * * *

  As I was driven to Springfield high court, my phone buzzed. It was a message. I opened it.

  Kick some ass in court and stay safe. Best, A

  My heart pounded furiously. I had hurt him, yet he was concerned about me. What a selfish asshole I was. Last night was the most uncomfortable night in a long time. I craved for him while tossing and turning in my huge bed. I missed how I was curled around him with his heat putting me on fire.

  You did the right thing, my subconscious scolded me. And I directed myself back to the task at hand. The court session started and as I had guessed, William’s lawyer Russell had a bunch of fake crap letters that were supposed to be sent by Jason to his son saying what a good son he was and that he deserved to be his heir after his death. Some letters even covered the ill behavior of Nancy towards the deceased.

  When he was all done, I rose from my place and asked permission to interrogate William Parker. William came to the witness box. His eyes were hard and face grim. His black suit was tailored to fit and it immediately made me think of Adrian. How would he look in a suit? I mentally slapped myself hard. Every thought had a time to cross by. This was certainly not the time to think of Adrian when I was in the middle of a court process.

  I began my questions. I started with the basics like how often he visited Jason Parker and why did he think that Nancy would jeopardize the will. And then slowly I turned the questions towards the nature of his business. He immediately became defensive and began to raise his voice about why his profession was being dragged into the matter. A slow smile appeared on my face. I could clearly see where it was going. William going into panic was so much in my favor.

  “What are your ties with Augustus McLain, Mr. Parker?” I folded my arms across my chest and stood in front of him and looked into his eyes. He swallowed.

  “I… I do not…” he tried to say.

  “Then you must know who Stefan Ridges is, don’t you?” That made his eyes go completely blank. Yes, take that, Parker.

  “I don't know what you are talking about. I suppose the direction of this hearing is going into an entirely opposite way than it should be, Your Honor,” he said to the judge.

  “I have a few points to bring up that absolutely hold some significance in the matter of this case. I ask your permission to proceed,” I said.

  “Granted,” The judge said.

  I connected the projector to my laptop. “Mr. Parker just said that he does not know who Stefan Ridges is. I would like to bring to his attention and to the attendants of this court that Stefan Ridges runs an illegal organization of drug and arms dealings with ties all across the country. He is not registered at any of the state databases.

  Thus when we delved deeper, we came to know that Stefan Ridges is the cover name for William Joseph Parker.” I clicked the enter key and William’s picture appeared on the projector where he was seen with other drug cartel representatives.

  “This is bullshit!” William yelled but the judge silenced him. I kept changing the picture and stating what information I had gained. The last picture was of William with Augustus McLain.

  “Mr. Parker claimed that he had no ties with Augustus McLain. Well, Your Honor, the truth is that Mr. Parker is indebted to McLain for twenty million dollars. He cannot pay on his own since his company Parker Enterprise is on edge of bankruptcy, and the only way out of this is getting his dead father Mr. Jason Parker’s fortune. That’s all I have to say. ”I sat back on my seat. William’s lawyer tried to defend his client but there was no evidence of anything.

  I was pretty sure that the decision would be made today but it surprised me when the judge announced another hearing and asked for solid evidence and witnesses for this new turn in the case. The next date given was eighteen days later. Carrying the disappointment inside me, I walked out of the court. “We’ll wrap it up next time,” David said to me.

  “Unnecessary drag.” I muttered. That’s when someone stopped in my way. I looked up to see it was William Parker.

  “You stay the hell away from my business or I swear you’ll end up regretting you ever took this case!” he threatened me.

  I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that? Do not forget what I did inside. Take it as a cue to what I’ll do next. You think I don’t know how Jason died? Just bringing the hearing down to your town doesn’t give you a fraction of an inch Parker. Territory would matter to you, not me. You’ll regret the day you thought you would walk out of this court with your hands free. And that ass-hat lawyer of yours? He needs to pick up his pace to be on my level,” I said with my voice low yet firm and confident. My Lexus had arrived so I walked past him and got inside before he could say anything.

  Tynice

  June 2014, Seattle, WA

  It was my third day back at home. My fourth day post-Adrian hook up. There was nothing I could think of but him. Zach was hovering over me to find out what was wrong. He tried cheering me up but that put me in a worse mood. I was doing wrong by him and I just couldn't fake it anymore.

  The only person who had the capability of making me smile in the worst of situations was the one I left back in Williamsville. The very appealing and sexy cowboy who happened to be my childhood best friend. We hooked up while my boyfriend sent me love messages from across the country. I couldn't do this anymore. I had to be straight with Zach. I at least owed him that much, and could try and salvage a bad situation. On the seventh day, I finally realized how pathetic of a person I was and I called Zach to tell him that I was coming over. I had to set things righ
t with him. I was tired of the guilt, and I knew I was a good woman at heart, even if I had done some bad things.

  “Hey, sweetpea.” Zach gave me a hug and kissed me lightly on my lips as I entered his apartment. “I missed you, baby.” I had never returned his endearments because I never appreciated them. But today, it made me miss someone calling me Tynice. Stop thinking of him! I admonished myself. I was here for Zach so I tried to focus on him. “I’ll get you some tea.” He left for the kitchen. Had it been Adrian, he would be banging you against the wall if he missed you, not getting tea for you. I rolled my eyes subconsciously.

  I followed Zach to the kitchen where he was pouring tea out of kettle. “Hey, you need something?” he asked. I closed the distance and kissed him straight on his mouth. He jerked back to get hold of the counter as I took his mouth against mine roughly. When I broke the kiss he looked at me with confusion.

  “I want you to make love to me, Zach,” I demanded as I popped open my jeans and lowered my zipper. For some reason in my head I thought this would be the easiest way to soften the blow, when I give him the bad news.