Taking His Bride: Baby Daddy University Book 3

by Hamel, B. B.

  “That’s right,” he growls. “God damn, that’s right. You’re so tight, so warm, so slick. You were built for this, my darling Kylee.”

  “Walker,” I pant as he starts to stroke himself in and out of me. “Please. Keep going.”

  He lets out a low growl again and thrusts himself deeper. He spanks my ass, leaving a sting along my skin as he fucks me faster.

  Pleasure and pain and control. It’s everything he brings and so much more. I love the way he looks at me, the way he tastes me, like there’s not a single flaw anywhere on me. He sees past anything like that.

  He sees me. He tastes me.

  He makes me feel like heaven.

  I arch my back and sit up, his cock buried between my legs. I look over my shoulder and kiss him, burning for him, insane for him. I pull forward and turn around, pushing him back onto the couch before I straddle him. I can feel his thick, rock-hard cock between my legs as I slowly sink back along his length.

  I groan low as he takes a nipple between his teeth and teases me. “Your skin is like honey, girl, and your pussy is heaven. I don’t know how I ever keep my hands off you.”

  “Do you really need to?” I ask.

  He smirks at me and grips my ass, thrusting his cock deep. “You couldn’t handle it if I let myself take you whenever I wanted it.”

  “I don’t know. I want to find out.”

  “You’d be walking sore for weeks.”

  “Maybe I’d like that.”

  His smirk grows deeper and he grabs my hair in one fist, kissing me hard as I sink back along his length. I start to ride him then, jerking my ass back and forth, using my back to move up and down along him. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, letting his tongue slide along mine.

  I can feel him filling me to the brim, every inch of his thick cock filling me and spreading me wide. It’s magical, intense, incredible. I can’t seem to slow down even though I’m breathing fast, practically panting, practically drooling for him. I’m dripping down his shaft and making a little puddle but I couldn’t care less.

  I’m lost in it, completely lost in it. I’m sweating and feeling sexier than I’ve ever felt in my life.

  He teases my breasts, grabs my hips, feels my body. His hands don’t linger anywhere for long, almost like he needs to touch every inch of me all at once. It’s intoxicating and I can see it in his eyes. He loves my body, loves my curves and everything about it. He kisses my nipples, my neck, pulls my hair, spanks my ass. I want bruises, red marks, I want it all from him.

  I want him to leave physical reminders of how it feels to have his cock sunk deep between my legs.

  He groans and turns me suddenly. He pins me back down on the couch, lifting my arms up above my head. He holds them there, kissing me slowly, my breasts lifted up and puddling to the side as his tongue finds each nipple.

  I moan and gasp as he sinks himself into me again, taking control. He holds my wrists above my head, keeping me pinned there, as he fucks me deep. Pleasure rips through me, ripening along my pussy and buzzing in my skin. I gasp and groan, panting his name, begging him to keep going.

  And he gives it to me. He gives me what I want, what I really need. He doesn’t hold back, no, not Walker, not this man. I know he’s good for that. I know he won’t hold back, no matter what.

  I groan and roll my hips and let him fill me even deeper. I can feel it building, the tense pleasure between my legs growing. I’m panting, body shaking, sweating, and I know I’m about to come.

  He knows it too. He puts a finger in my mouth and I suck it, tongue rolling around his skin. I suck his finger as he fucks me faster, faster, and I know I can’t take much more. His eyes are hard and inviting.

  I gasp and he pulls his finger from my mouth as the orgasm rips over me. I come hard and he keeps me there, pinned down on the couch, cock moving with furious thrusts. I come shaking, begging, moaning his name, an intense kind of pleasure that nearly makes me black out.

  But he’s not done with me. He pulls back, turns me around again, rolls me over so my ass is in the air. He thrusts his cock into my pussy and he takes me. There’s no other way to describe it.

  He takes me deep and rough. He takes his pleasure and I moan his name the whole time, wanting more, wanting him to give me more and take what he needs. He thrusts harder, deeper, fucking me, growling like an animal.

  And I feel him come. I feel him fill me up with his hot seed, coming in thick spurts deep inside of me. It’s bliss, pure bliss. When he pulls back with a groan, I turn around and take his cock in my mouth, looking up to meet his eyes.

  I lick him, top to bottom. I clean my cum from his cock and lick his tip, sucking down any seed he has left. I swallow it all and clean him lovingly, slowly.

  He kisses me when I’m finished. “You’re already ready for more,” I whisper.

  He smirks. “You’re not. I don’t want you to be too sore.”

  He does have a point. There’s a slight ache between my legs from where he ripped into me. I know if I let him back inside, I’ll walk funny for days.

  So instead I straddle him and kiss him and let him hold me, our naked bodies sweating and close and right. This is what I wanted, what I needed. I feel washed and cleaned and happy, so happy.

  14

  Walker

  I’ve never been the kind of man to hide from my problems.

  But for some reason, staying in bed with Kylee for three days seems like the perfect thing to do.

  Oh, she leaves the apartment. She goes to class, even has dinner once with her friends, just so they know she’s okay.

  But for three days, we don’t wear clothes, or we barely wear clothes just for a change of pace. Just to have something that I can peel off her body. For three days we fuck, raw and unrestrained. There’s no other way of saying it.

  We fuck like our lives depend on it. They don’t, we both know that, but god damn. It’s like we have years and years to catch up on and we’re doing it in three days.

  After three days pass I find myself up early again like I am most mornings, ordering coffee and wondering whether she’ll be up soon or not. I check my phone on a whim and instantly regret it.

  Missed calls, missed emails. I know I’ve been shirking my responsibilities. I’ve known it since we started this little fuck binge we just went on, but I hoped that maybe…

  Well, I hoped the outside world would just cease to exist and I could stay in this bliss.

  Of course, that’s not how the outside world works. Most people know that. Apparently, I need to be shown.

  When Kylee finally wakes up, I take her coffee in bed and sit down on the edge next to her. “Morning,” I say.

  “Morning.” She stretches like a cat, in that way she does. She’s always so pretty in the morning, half awake, beautiful. Almost radiant. It’s strange how I’ve tasted every single inch of her body and yet there’s still mystery all around her, the perfect kind of mystery.

  “We need to talk,” I say gently.

  She frowns at me. “That doesn’t sound good.”

  “It’s not really about us.”

  “Okay.” She sits up, sips her coffee. “What’s going on?”

  I glance away from her and sigh. “It’s my company. I haven’t exactly been… present.”

  I glance back and she looks pensive. I’m not sure what she’s thinking and I can’t bear to keep staring at her while she considers what I said.

  I feel like a failure. I feel like I’m letting everyone down. My father’s going to crush my company sooner or later and when that happens, a lot of people are going to lose their jobs. I hate that I can’t do anything to stop it.

  “Do you love what you do?” she finally asks me.

  That’s not what I expected.

  “I’m not sure,” I say slowly. “I’ve never really thought about it.”

  “You’ve never thought about whether you like your job or not?”

  “It’s my company. Of course I love it. I care a
bout everyone that works for me.”

  “But do you really love it?” she presses, frowning.

  I narrow my eyes. “What are you getting at, Kylee?”

  She smiles a little bit and sips her coffee, hiding behind her mug for a second. “Don’t get mad at me.”

  “I’m not, I promise.”

  “It’s just, you never talk about it.”

  I let out a breath. “You’re right.”

  “You barely ever mention it. You’ve talked about your dad a little bit and you talked about the business, but you never really…” She trails off and shrugs. “You don’t sound like you care one way or the other about it.”

  “That’s true,” I say softly, almost a whisper. “I really don’t think about it that often.”

  “I think you really do care about your employees. I think you really do care about succeeding. But do you actually care about the work itself?”

  I bite my lip and shake my head. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t.”

  “It’s what your father does, right?”

  She says it so simply and I almost miss the implication. But slowly it dawns on me.

  “It’s all I’ve ever known,” I say.

  “I can’t say one way or the other about that. But it seems like you just… did what he did.”

  I sit back in my chair like she just rocked me in the jaw. I blink rapidly and stare down at the table as my mind slowly pieces together what she’s saying.

  I went into the oil business all those years ago because I knew I could. I remember it, remember buying the land, the equipment, hiring the men, building my company from the ground up… but I don’t remember ever thinking about why I was doing it.

  That’s just what I knew. Just what I’ve always known.

  It never occurred to me back then that I could do something else. There’s an entire world of businesses I could get involved in, and yet I chose the one thing my father does, the one thing I was raised to do.

  “Shit,” I whisper.

  She smiles at me. “It’s not a big deal, you know.”

  I look at her with pain in my eyes. “It is a big deal. I have… hundreds of employees.”

  “So, you can help them. Save the company. Do what you have to do.”

  That gets me. I stand up and have to walk away. When I turn back, there’s surprise and hurt in her expression. “What did I say?” she asks softly.

  “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “Of course I do. If someone can fix it, I think you can.”

  I shake my head. “You don’t understand.”

  “Then explain it to me.”

  I finally meet her gaze, even though it hurts. She’s smiling a little bit, head cocked, and god damn, she’s beautiful.

  “If I want my father to back off, I have to marry Aylin.”

  She blinks and a frown slowly replaces her smile. “Really? That’s for real?”

  “It’s not a joke,” I say softly. “My father isn’t kidding when he says he’ll crush me if I don’t do exactly what he asks.”

  She goes quiet and looks down at the drink in her hands. I can tell she’s making the same calculations that I’ve been making. She’s weighing how important what we have is against how important the people that work for me are.

  It’s not a fair thing to do. I can’t possibly calculate what their jobs mean against my own personal happiness. And more than that, I can’t even guarantee they’ll always have those jobs.

  That’s the nature of this business. One day the oil’s flowing and the next, it’s all sucked dry. Those wells could run out at any moment and I’d be left with nothing at all.

  Or my father could change his mind and destroy me for no other reason. I can’t guarantee those people are going to be able to keep their jobs no matter what I do.

  And yet I want to try. God damn it, I want to try.

  “You’re doing this because of me,” she says. It’s not a question, just a statement.

  “I am,” I say.

  “I don’t know how you can do it.”

  That surprises me. I frown at her, head cocked slightly. “What do you mean?”

  “The weight of it. Aren’t you... Afraid?”

  I let out a little growl of frustration. “I’m not fucking afraid,” I say and take a deep breath. I get control of myself before I let it out. “I’m just worried that no matter what I do, it’ll all be in vain. I can’t save their jobs indefinitely. I can’t guarantee something won’t happen in the future.”

  She nods quietly. “Still. This is bigger than us.”

  I narrow my eyes. “You think so?”

  “I don’t know. I feel like it is.”

  “If I didn’t give in to my father, would you still want to stay here with me?”

  She bites her lip and meets my gaze. She gives me the smallest of nods. “I would,” she says.

  “You need to know something.” I walk over and sit back down across from her. I reach out and take her hands in mine, knocking her coffee cup to the side. It clatters but doesn’t spill.

  We stare at each other until it comes to a stop.

  “You’re more important to me than any of that,” I say. “Do you hear me?”

  “I don’t know how you can say that.”

  I take a breath and let it out before closing my eyes. I hate having to say any of this out loud. I feel weak, stupid, pathetic. I hate saying these words.

  But the only person in this world that I’d ever say this to is sitting across from me, and I need her to understand why I’m going to make the choices I’m going to make.

  “I’ve never been free,” I say. “My father has always had me under his thumb. Even when I was younger, he controlled everything I did. Especially then. Now he controls me through threats and money. I don’t take his money anymore, but his threats…” I trail off.

  “You want to be free,” she says.

  “It’s about more than that.” I squeeze her hands. “It’s about what this represents for me. But it’s also just about being fucking happy.”

  She looks away, not sure of herself. I can see it all over her body. She’s not sure what she wants, what she needs.

  But fuck that.

  I’m sure.

  I’ve never been surer in my entire life.

  I’m not going to let her uncertainty infect what I want, what I need.

  Because this is the moment. I’m going to decide to take what I want. I’ve always been the kind of man to do what’s necessary, to take what I need, what I want, and I’m going to do exactly that.

  I want this girl. No, I fucking need this girl. And I’m going to have her, fuck the consequences.

  I can fix whatever happens after this. And if I can’t fix it, I can at least try. For right now, I’m going to do what needs to be done.

  “Are you sure?” she asks.

  “I’m sure,” I say.

  “Then do what you have to do.”

  I smile and squeeze her hands again. “I’m sorry you have to be a part of this decision,” I say. “I know it isn’t fair. You never asked for any of this. I threw you into it and now…” I trail off and shrug.

  “It’s okay,” she says.

  “I’m offering you an out, right here and now. If you don’t want to be a part of this, you can walk away. No more games, no more forcing you.”

  She bites her lip but shakes her head. “No. I don’t think so. And anyway, I don’t think you’d just let me walk off just like that.”

  I grin at her. “You’re right. I really wasn’t going to.”

  She glares at me then laughs. “You’re such an ass.”

  “So I’m told.” I let go of her hands and stand. “I have some calls to make. I might have to leave for a bit to get my shit in order. Do you mind?”

  “No.” She gets up. “I’ll get dressed and go back to the dorms. I could probably use a break.”

  I grin at her. “Sorry. You’ll be sore for a few days.”


  “Days? I feel like I’m going to be sore for years.”

  I laugh and walk around the table. I pull her against me in a rough hug and I don’t let go for a little while. Finally, we break apart, and I kiss her gently.

  “Good luck,” she says.

  “Thanks.”

  She goes back into the bedroom. I linger over breakfast, sipping my coffee. She comes out with a bag packed. I walk her to the door and she smiles one more time before disappearing back down the hall.

  I stand there for a second before I call my second in command back at Walker Oil.

  Clayton answers right away. I think he was expecting this. “Walker?” he asks.

  “Clay. We’d better talk.”

  He sighs. “Damn right. You hear what your dad’s been doing?”

  “I can guess.”

  “Bought up every fucking inch of land around our wells and he’s trying to drill drainage lines. Can you fucking believe that? He’s trying to bleed us dry.”

  I clench my jaw and let it go. “If that doesn’t work, he’ll try something else.”

  “What the fuck is going on with you and him? You’d better fix this shit, Walker. He’s going to ruin us.”

  “Clay.” I close my eyes. “This is a fight we’re going to lose.”

  “So the hell what? We just givin’ up?”

  “No,” I say suddenly, my eyes coming open. “No, no, we’re not.” I feel a smile slowly coming to my face.

  “What are you saying then, damn it?” he asks. I can already picture Clay’s face, big and beet red, with his cowboy hat askew and his feet up on his desk, probably half-drunk already.

  “Clay, do you know what it means when a company pivots?”

  He’s quiet for a second then starts to laugh. I grin along with him and I think he can already see where I’m going with this.

  It’s not the perfect solution. It might not work. But at least it’s an idea, something we can try. I can finish this fighting, maybe even win. And I’ll do it on my own terms, away from my father’s world.