Unexpected Love

by Davenport, Fiona

  What the fuck is wrong with you, Carrington?

  I had no response to the question my mind was shouting at me, other than being an obvious glutton for punishment.

  “In here,” I said gruffly. The polite thing to do would have been to take a few steps back and allow her to enter the room. But the masochist inside me was no gentleman, and I stayed in the doorway so she had to turn and slide past me. Her ass brushed over my cock, and I balled my hands into fists to keep from grabbing her hips and dry humping between those firm globes. “Good night, angel,” I croaked. For the first time that night, I listened to my brain and shut her door before beating a hasty retreat.

  I hurried outside and spied Layne’s black Mercedes idling at the curb. She rolled down the window as I approached. “Go inside and watch over them while I deal with the motherfucker next door.”

  She nodded, rolled up the window, and shut off the car. I waited until she was inside before sprinting to Penelope and Mallory’s front door. It was unlocked, and I didn’t bother knocking. I found the little shit sprawled on the couch, drinking wine straight from the bottle, and watching...seriously? Was that porn?

  I was staring at the back of his head and didn’t want to think about what I’d see if I went around the couch at that moment. “If you value your life, asshole,” I snarled. “I suggest you button up and get the fuck out of this house.”

  The guy jumped and then squealed like a little girl. “OW! Fuck!” He kept complaining as he fumbled around before struggling to his feet and spinning around. His hand was gingerly rubbing his groin, and his face was twisted with pain. “Who the hell are you?” he snapped. “You can’t order me out of my girlfriend’s house!” His beady eyes narrowed, and he puffed with confidence. “Is this because of Penny? Did that little brat—”

  He broke off suddenly when I took a menacing step toward him as I crossed my arms over my chest, making sure to emphasize my muscles. He visibly swallowed, his bravado wavering. “I’d be very careful what you say next.” My tone held a deadly warning that should have been impossible to miss.

  Apparently, this guy was thickheaded because he kept spouting bullshit that was creating a red haze of fury around me. “Did she come tattling because I offered her a fucking drink? It’s not like I’d want to fuck that scrawny—”

  I was officially at the end of my rope. In the blink of an eye, I was toe to toe with him, and my hand was wrapped around his neck. “I warned you to shut the fuck up. Now, I’m going to make you.” I squeezed hard enough to cut off his air supply, making sound impossible. Then I brought up my knee and rammed it between his legs with every ounce of my strength. His eyes rolled the back of his head, and before he passed out, I growled. “If I ever see you around Penelope or Mallory again, the damage I inflict will be permanent.” He nodded, then went limp, and I tossed him over my shoulder. Once we were outside the house, I opened the back door to Layne’s car and shoved the asshole onto the seat. Then I jogged to my door and went inside to find her standing in the foyer. “I put a load of trash in your car. Drop it at the police station. I have a feeling this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this.”

  “Done.” Layne lifted her chin before stepping outside and shutting the door behind her.

  I locked up, then slowly climbed the stairs to the next floor. Knowing Penelope was just on the other side of a flimsy door made it nearly impossible to trudge in the opposite direction. My bed looked cold and empty. Lately, that’s the way it felt, even when I was in it. Unless I was dreaming… Grunting in frustration, I told myself to stop being such a pussy and get some damn sleep. Tucker would be up again in a few hours.

  I used the bathroom, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth before stripping off my clothes and stumbling tiredly to the bed. Just before I dropped down onto the mattress, it occurred to me that sleeping naked with Penelope in the house would be incredibly stupid. I dug around in my dresser until I found a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and dragged them on. Finally, I crawled into bed and begged for sleep to come quickly.

  Chapter 7

  Jonah

  I knew I was dreaming, but fuck it, I was going to let myself believe it was real.

  “Penelope, you are so fucking beautiful.” She was laid out in front of me like an offering from the gods. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the four posters of the bed, putting her dripping pink pussy on display and showcasing her wide hips, so perfect for breeding. I licked my lips as my eyes dragged up to her flat belly that would soon be round and swollen, before moving up to her large, milky white tits, topped with dark cherry peaks. They were heaving with her deep, heavy breaths as she watched my open perusal with heavy-lidded eyes.

  “Jonah,” she moaned.

  I crawled over her and glared, giving her pussy a light smack. “No talking unless I tell you to, angel. You were a very bad girl yesterday and need to be punished.” My cock leaked, dripping onto her thigh where it hovered above. I slapped her pussy a little harder this time and grunted with satisfaction when she bit her lip to contain any sound. “Good girl,” I praised.

  Putting a hand on the bed on either side of her head, I bent low and covered her mouth with mine. She opened immediately, and I grunted with approval again. I would never get enough of her sweet taste. Her hot tongue twisted with mine, and my cock tingled, jealously begging to replace my tongue between those red lips.

  Reminding myself to be patient, I focused on worshipping every inch of Penelope’s body and driving her absolutely insane with need while I did it. When I was at the end of my rope, I got up onto my knees and positioned her on all fours in front of me. Finally, I allowed my cock to slide between her lips; all the way to the back of her throat. “Swallow, angel,” I demanded with a deep groan. She immediately obeyed, and I threw my head back as I hissed, “Oh, fuck yes.” I was so damn close to losing it, but I wasn’t ready to part from this heaven. My hips started a steady rhythm, slowly fucking her hot, wet mouth. Each time I bottomed out, she swallowed like a good girl, making me groan her name. Then she would suck hard as I attempted to retreat, whimpering as though she hated the idea of an empty mouth. I grabbed fistfuls of her hair and sped up, fucking her a little harder, but when I was right on the verge of coming, I yanked her head back and pulled out completely. She whimpered in protest, and I shook my head as I stared into her hazy blue eyes. “I’m not wasting a single drop until you make me a daddy again, angel.” After releasing her hair, I bent over and grabbed her waist, quickly rotating her so that I was staring at her juicy ass. “I’m going to fill this pussy up until your belly is round with our baby. I’m dying to see you walking around with the proof that you’ve been claimed.” Penelope moaned softly, and I leaned over to place a tender kiss on her back. “Do you like the sound of that, angel?” She shivered, and I took that as a yes.

  With a tight grasp on her hips, I plunged into her soaking wet pussy. Penelope cried out, and I gave each cheek a swift, hard slap to remind her to keep silent. I wanted her to build up and be on the brink of exploding so that when I gave her permission to make noise, she would have no choice but to scream my name until her throat was hoarse and her voice nearly gone.

  Her walls convulsed and clamped down on my cock when I delivered each spanking. If she got any tighter, I wasn’t sure my dick would make it out in one piece. But who the fuck cared when it felt so damn good?

  I didn’t ease into my pace, rather diving in fast and hard with no warning. Placing my hand on the back of her neck, I gently pushed her head down into the mattress and grunted in satisfaction when she instinctively popped her ass up a little higher. I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I used my fingers to manipulate her hard nipples until she was pushing her ass back against me as hard as I was thrusting forward. Then I moved one hand down to pinch her clit. “Now, Penelope,” I grunted. “Let me hear you, angel.”

  She gave me everything I wanted as she flew apart. Her hands clenched the sheets, and her pussy practically strangled my cock a
s she screamed my name so loud it left my ears ringing.

  “Fuck! Oh, fuck! Yes!” I shouted as I pumped in twice more before planting myself deep and surrendering to the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. “Penelope!” I roared.

  A gasp shattered my fantasy, and my eyes sprang open as I flew up in bed. The sound had come from the vicinity of my door, and I whipped my head in that direction to see Penelope hovering just outside, her blue eyes wide with shock and her mouth hanging open. For a split second, I wondered if I’d scared her away, but the burning fire in her blue pools and the heated flush of her skin betrayed her arousal. “I—uh—heard my name, and um…” she sputtered. Before I could say anything in response or make any sort of movement, she twirled around and was gone in an instant.

  My first instinct was to run after her, but a glance down at the sticky mess I’d made had me hesitating. In that minuscule amount of time, I realized that, for the time being, it would be better to keep my distance. I was still on the edge and didn’t trust myself to go after her without doing something stupid.

  With a deep sigh, I checked the monitor on my nightstand and was relieved to see that I hadn’t woken Tucker. I’d shouted the roof off in my dream, but I wasn’t sure how loud I’d been in reality. I climbed out of bed and stripped off the sheets before making my way into the bathroom and taking a quick shower.

  After I donned a clean pair of boxer briefs, I remade the bed, then stared at it, wondering if I should even bother trying to go back to sleep. It was unlikely that I would be able to get any real rest with Penelope sleeping right down the hall. “Fucking hell,” I muttered as I stalked to my dresser and retrieved a black T-shirt and sweatpants.

  Once I was dressed, I grabbed the monitor and padded into the hallway where I paused at the staircase, my eyes glued to the closed door that was barely a few feet away. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own, and they noiselessly moved toward the wooden barrier between me and the object of my every desire. I stopped just inches away and listened intently. When I heard the rustling of sheets and some unintelligible muttering, my hand crept toward the doorknob. At the last second, my brain shoved its way forward, and I froze before my fingers reached the handle.

  I drew my hand back in a flash and pivoted on my heel, scurrying away as fast as possible and jogging up the stairs to my office. I threw myself into work until the sun was lifting over the horizon. The sound of Tucker’s hungry cries had me pushing away from my desk and hurrying down to the nursery.

  “Hey there, little man,” I greeted him softly as I entered the room. When I saw his adorable little face smiling up at me, my love for him surged to the surface and warmth washed over me. Then he screwed up his lips and let out a squawk that had me chuckling as I scooped him out of the crib. “I guess you’re hungry?”

  As though he understood me, his smile returned, and he gave me another coo. I kept talking to him as I changed his diaper and got him dressed. Then I cradled him in my arm as we made our way down to the kitchen. I stopped short in the doorway when I saw Penelope standing at the stove, making pancakes. She had her back to us, so I took a moment to enjoy the scene before me. Her hair was up in a messy do on her head, making my lips tingle with the desire to taste the delicate skin on her neck. She was still in the ridiculous getup from the night before except her feet were bare. I could hear the sultry sound of her soft humming, and she swayed her hips as she turned to the formula machine on the counter to her right and made a bottle.

  It was like a scene straight from my dreams. Except, in my head, she was usually barefoot and pregnant. And if Tucker wasn’t there, I frequently pictured her naked as well. Sometimes, I ate breakfast off her delectable little body or fed her my cock as a morning snack. Eventually, I was going to fuck her on or over every surface in this room...in all the rooms. The kitchen did have certain advantages, though, since it held sustenance, which meant I’d be able to replenish her energy every time I rode her to exhaustion.

  Tucker squealed, and it broke me out of my daydreams, as well as drawing Penelope’s attention, causing her to whirl around. Her cheeks bloomed with pink as her eyes met mine for a very brief second. Then she glanced everywhere but at me before her blue orbs landed on Tucker and sparkled with joy.

  “Good morning, sweet boy,” she said softly as she held the bottle in front of her chest while walking over to us. She stopped just out of reach and extended her arm to hand me Tucker’s breakfast. Once she no longer held anything, her arms fell awkwardly to her sides and the sight of her nipples poking through her thin shirt reminded me that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I must have stared a little too long because she shifted restlessly and swiftly folded her arms. She peeked up at me through her lashes for a beat, then cleared her throat and hurried over to the stove. “I made breakfast,” she mumbled as she added the pancake in the pan to a stack already plated on the counter.

  I opened my mouth to thank her but was once again distracted by the bouncing of her big tits when she went up on her toes and hopped a little to reach the syrup on a high shelf. The sound of Tucker slurping down the last of his bottle broke the spell, and I shook my head to clear away the fog that always seemed to creep up around me when she was near.

  My mouth felt as dry as a desert, but I managed to croak out a, “Thank you,” as I strapped Tucker into his swing. I felt the heat radiating from her body when she stepped close and set the pancakes and syrup on the table, but I curled my hands into tight fists to keep from reaching for her. I needed her to go. Fast.

  “You’d better get going,” I gritted. “Mallory is probably worried.”

  “Um...okay.” She sounded disappointed, and it gutted me, but it was for the best right then.

  I managed to keep my eyes averted by staring at the calendar hanging on the refrigerator. Less than a month.

  Her bare feet slapped against the tile as she walked across the kitchen. I let myself have one last glance at her retreating back, and that was when I remembered what she was—or rather wasn’t—wearing. “Penelope,” I growled as I stalked toward her. She halted and looked back at me over her shoulder. When I was right in front of her, I whipped off my shirt, and she gasped, but it was muffled by the material when I tugged it down over her head. She pulled the shirt all the way on, and when it settled around her, it practically swallowed her whole. It fell to her knees, hiding her lack of panties, as well as bra. I nodded in satisfaction, pleased that she was now covered up...and turned the fuck on at seeing her in my clothes.

  I put my hands on her shoulders and spun her around. My eyes dropped to her ass, and I growled, “Don’t forget what I said, angel.” Then I gave her a reminder tap on one butt cheek before giving her a gentle push in the right direction. She started moving, but twisted her head back, looking completely confused. Though I knew she deserved an explanation, I didn’t want to lay all the cards on the table until I was legally able to follow through with my plans. So, I simply lifted my chin in farewell and turned around before I gave in to the temptation to ask her to stay.

  Chapter 8

  Jonah

  I surveyed the newly renovated bedroom and nodded, confident that Penelope would be pleased with the result. At first, I had intended to hire someone to redo the room across the hall from the master and hoped that it fit Penelope’s ideas, but then I realized there was a perfect solution to making sure she had exactly what she wanted. Her Pinterest boards were mostly devoid of anything baby related, further irritating me with her family for making her feel like she needed to hide that desire. I wasn’t deterred, however, because I had no doubt I would find everything I needed from her secret boards.

  I hacked her account and hit pay dirt and copied everything that applied to my goal. The idea of a stranger putting the room together didn’t sit well with me, even if it was created from Penelope’s dreams. When I mentioned it to Thatcher, he suggested I recruit his wife, Imogen, who was an artist. Blair and Jamison’s wife, Hazel, also offered to help. Gratefully, I’d given th
em all the research and let them run with it. Now that it was finished and I was seeing the final product, I made a mental note to ask their husbands how I could truly thank their wives. Like me, my friends were possessive bastards, and I didn’t want to risk giving the ladies a gift that would get my ass kicked.

  With a last look around, I smiled, then exited the room and shut the door. I headed for my room to get ready for the day I had planned. As I passed Tucker’s room, my stomach clenched. Tucker was staying with Blair and Justice overnight, which had been a very difficult decision. Even though I knew he was safe with them, it was still hard to trust the care of my little man to anyone except Penelope or me. However, it was best for him to be away in case things didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped. There was no sure way to know if Penelope would accept her future without argument. And even if there wasn’t any yelling, eventually, there sure as fuck would be a whole lot of screaming going on. By morning, I intended to be well on my way to being a daddy again.

  * * *

  “Jonah!” The shrill screech of my next-door neighbor’s voice rang out in my entryway, and I sighed as I jogged down the stairs from the second floor, avoiding the men carrying up boxes.

  “Mallory,” I greeted her dryly as I planted my feet and folded my arms over my chest. “What do you want? I’m very busy.”