Baby Daddy Rescue: A friends to lovers romance (Hot Daddy Book 2)

by Angel Devlin

  My breath catches at the honesty in his tone. It’s not the first time he’s ever said something like that, but it feels like the first time he’s really meant it.

  “Go on, get out of here, you two, so my guys can clean up,” Jenson calls.

  “Oh, yeah. Sure.” Dragging my eyes away from Aiden’s grey ones, I look up to my brother.

  “Thank you so much for tonight. Everything was incredible; even if I had to look at Scott’s arse all night.”

  “You loved it,” is shouted from somewhere making Jenson shake his head in frustration.

  “You’re welcome. I’m glad you had a good night. Now, off you go and make the most of that limo Aiden paid a fortune for.”

  “We’ve still got it?” I turn back to Aiden who’s staring intently at me, an unreadable expression on his face.

  “Yeah, I booked it for the whole night.”

  “Sweet. Let’s go and have a little party for two in the back then. Grab another bottle of bubbles, I’m sure he won’t notice.”

  “I have to pay for that you know?” Jenson grumbles behind me.

  “Oh shush, you can afford it.”

  Leah appears with a bottle and shoves it under Aiden’s arm before we make our way out with all my gifts.

  The limo is idling at the curb, helping to make InHale look even more exclusive than it already does.

  We get everything loaded up before climbing in and pouring glasses of champagne.

  I’m on my second glass, the alcohol is nicely buzzing around my system and I have no idea where we are seeing as Aiden told the driver to just drive.

  “You know, I’ve always wanted to have sex in a limo. I read it in a book a few years ago. Man, it was hot.”

  Aiden clears his throat. “Is that right?”

  “Yeah. Maybe I should have invited Scott to join me instead? He could have fulfilled that little fantasy as a birthday present to me. He was dressed ready for it.”

  Aiden growls like a fucking wild animal, making me do a double take at him. His eyes are equally as wild as the muscle in his neck thumps showing how frustrated he is right now.

  “What is it you think he can do that I can’t?”

  “Uh…”

  Pushing himself from the seat he was relaxing back in, he drops to his knees in front of me and plucks the glass from my hand.

  “You want something. You fucking ask me. You got that?”

  “Um…”

  Before I register what’s happening, his hands are cupping my cheeks and his forehead is pressed against mine. His chest heaves as his champagne scented breath races past my lips.

  “Tell me you don’t feel it?”

  My lips part, but no words find their way out.

  “Kay-bear, you need to tell me right now if you don’t want this because I can’t wait any fucking longer to kiss you again.”

  To kiss me again? So he did kiss me in the hospital.

  I don’t get a chance to respond because he either takes my silence as confirmation that I do want it or his restraint snaps, because his hands tilt my head to the side and his lips slam down on mine.

  Fuck.

  16

  Aiden

  I’m done waiting.

  My lips slam down on hers, claiming hers in a bruising kiss. It’s like passion and punishment combined. My feelings for her pouring into the moment while I want to wipe out any passing thoughts she may have about Scott, my frustration at their stupid flirting all night.

  I break off and sit back on my knees, my breath coming in hard gasps. Kaylie places her fingertips against her lips.

  “I’m asking you one more time. Do you want me? Not as a best friend, Kaylie. Do. You. Want. Me?”

  “Yes.” Escapes her mouth and it’s the sweetest sound I ever heard.

  I press the intercom to talk to the driver. “We’re ready to be driven home now thanks.”

  Her eyes flash with lust and I sit down next to her and pull her close to me. I want to fuck her on the back seat of this limo, but I won’t. That’s what the new bed is for.

  “I thought you were into Suki,” she says softly. There’s a vulnerability to the sound. I don’t like that I put it there.

  “I was just trying to make you jealous for eye-fucking Scott.”

  She bursts into noisy laughter. “I was trying to make you jealous too.”

  I scrub a hand through my hair. “We’re fucking idiots.”

  Sliding my hand up the back of her neck, I twist my fingers in her curled hair and pull her back to me. My lips brush hers gently a couple of times, just in case she’s going to change her mind. It’s her last chance because once this starts I know I’m not going to be able to stop.

  Her confirmation comes courtesy of a soft whimper and my restraint snaps. I press harder against her lips and slide my tongue between them, seeking hers out. Her unique sweet taste mixes with the champagne we’ve been drinking and it sends me higher than any fucking drug could. This has been a long time coming and I intend on getting as much of her as I can.

  With her pressed up against my side, one hand in her hair and the other resting on her waist, just itching to explore, I kiss her the rest of the way home.

  Being polite to the limo driver is excruciating. The minute he is gone, I wait for Kaylie to buzz us through her building and then we take to the stairs, neither of us having the patience to wait for the lift. She opens the door to her flat and then I pick her up, kicking the door closed behind me. I’ve had an idea. I place her down, so her arse is sat on the kitchen table and I head for the chocolate fountain, ripping the box open.

  “What are you doing?” Kaylie asks. “I want you, not chocolate.”

  That’s quite a statement given how much she loves chocolate.

  “Why not have both?” I wink.

  Thank goodness I once had to set up my mum’s chocolate fountain, so I know what to do. Five minutes and it will all be done.

  Five minutes for me to have my hands all over the woman watching me, wanting me. Her chest heaves with anticipation and need as she watches my every move.

  “So, I’m going to take this dress off carefully because it looks expensive, but I’m keeping you in that pendant and earrings and the shoes.”

  “What about my undies?”

  “Definitely coming off.”

  I lift her to her feet and turn her so her back is towards me and I undo the halter neck and let the material slide down to her feet, my lips littering kisses across the base of her back and shoulders, her skin pricking with goosebumps every time we connect. I pick her dress up and put it over the back of a chair. She’s in front of me in lacy red panties and a lacy red bra and I could kick myself that it’s taken me all these years to realise what I had in front of me all along. I place her back on the table and stand between her legs. Leaning down and kissing her, nipping at her mouth, her earlobe. Teasing kisses down her neck. Until the chocolate is ready.

  Placing my finger in the bowl, I offer it to her lips. She takes my finger in, sucking greedily and my already hard cock strains painfully against my own trousers.

  I take her hand and hold it against my dick. She wastes no time in unbuttoning my waistband and unzipping me, my trousers fall to my feet where I step out of them. I quickly take off my shirt, tie, shoes, and socks until I’m only in my boxers. Then I slip a breast out of Kaylie’s bra and I coat it in chocolate before laving it off with my tongue. She whimpers, her head falling back and her back arching to offer more of herself to me. I repeat my actions with her other breast, ensuring I lick her clean of the sweet chocolate and then I kiss her. It’s fucking heaven.

  The chocolate plays its part as we feed each other spoonsful of melted chocolate and trail it down our bodies.

  Eventually her need for me must get the better of her because she jumps down from the table and forces me to drop down onto one of her chairs.

  She stands before me, her eyes slowly trailing down from my face and running over every line and indent of my
chest and stomach. My cock visibly twitches behind the confines of my boxers. Noticing, her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

  “Fuck, Kaylie.” Her name is no more than a moan, my desire to feel her hands on my body too much.

  Turning, she picks up a spoonful of the chocolate and watches intently as it drips over my pecs and abs.

  “I think this is going to be the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted.”

  I don’t get a chance to respond because she leans forward and laps at my skin.

  “Fuck.” My hips thrust up at her contact. I need so much more from her.

  She doesn't miss it. Looking up from under her lashes as she continues her trail down my body, excitement and hunger shines in their depths.

  The moment she wraps her delicate fingers in the waistband of my boxers and pulls I almost come before I’m even free of the fabric.

  Her eyes widen as she takes in my length but I don’t miss the little smile of approval that twitches her lips.

  I want to make a quip about my impressive pole, I usually would with any other woman. But this isn’t any woman. This is Kaylie. My woman. That thought is only confirmed when she looks back up at me. The expression on her face is so serious and I breathe a sigh of relief that she feels exactly what I am right now.

  This is it. This is everything she’s been looking for.

  Her small smile turns wicked and she pulls my boxers from my legs and drops to her knees before me, but not before she refills her spoon with chocolate.

  The warm liquid is dribbled over my cock, my fists clenching around the wood beneath me as I try to keep control of myself.

  I pride myself in being able to last as long as necessary. I don’t want to embarrass myself before she’s even fucking touched me.

  All thoughts of my male ego vanish the second she hesitantly leans forward and licks at the chocolate that’s about to drip from the end of my cock.

  My grip damn near splinters the wood beneath me as I fight not to grasp her head and force her fully down onto my cock. My need to be fully seated in her hot mouth with her red lips wrapped around my width is almost too much to bear.

  Those long minutes on that chair will go down (like she did) as one of the best moments of my entire life.

  When I can’t wait any longer. I fireman’s lift her and carry her to her room before dropping her onto her brand new freshly made bed.

  Climbing above her, I stare into her eyes. “If you have any doubts, say so now and I promise I’ll still be your best friend although my cock will not be.”

  “What a romantic sentiment.” She eye-rolls. “Just fuck me already.”

  “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

  “Top drawer.” She meets my jealous gaze. “Just in case a miracle ever happened.”

  “Well women do shout ‘Oh God’ at me,” I quip.

  Condom rolled on, I line myself up next to her warm flesh and I slowly nudge against her, rolling my hips so I tease at her entrance.

  She lifts her own hips up to try to get me nearer. I carry on teasing, just brushing the head of my cock near her heat. I capture her lips with mine and then I thrust in deep. She moans directly into my mouth with satisfaction. She still tastes of chocolate and I savour her flavours on my tongue.

  I take my time, slowly pushing into her and teasing back out. She makes moans and mewls as I fuck her to the point where I’m on lust overload and I can’t take it slow any more. I push to the hilt and quicken my pace, taking her along for the ride until she’s shouting.

  “Oh fuck. Aiden. I’m going to come. I’m…”

  She explodes around me milking my own release and I collapse against her. Sweaty chocolately bodies combining. But I’m not satisfied. I need more and it’s not chocolate on my tongue next as I lower myself between her legs and I bring her to another climax.

  We snooze and fuck, snooze and… make love? We become slower, more intimate, and I find us staring into each other’s eyes as we move together.

  Finally exhausted, I spoon myself against her back and we fall asleep together.

  Sunday morning dawns and I can’t believe that when I wake up, I’m in bed with Kaylie and it feels right.

  When she wakes, she turns around in my arms and looks up at me. Her expression says it all. She’s wondering if it was alcohol talking and if I’m about to leave.

  “When did this change?” she asks. “This thing between us. When did best friends become this?”

  “For me it was when you went on the date and you didn’t ring me. I was so used to being there for you. Being the one riding in on my white horse, well, okay in a white BMW; but I realised you were going to meet someone, and I realised I didn’t like it. What about you?”

  A blush hits her cheeks. “When we were in my single bed and you’d stayed over after the fire. I woke up with your cock digging in me. I wanted to rock back against it.”

  I grab her hips and pull her to me. “Like this?”

  “Yeah, just like that.” She rocks back against me and rubs against my dick. I slip myself between her legs and begin teasing her again with the head.

  “You’d better get another condom out,” she says suggestively.

  “About that.” I stop my motions and rest up on one elbow meeting her gaze directly on. “I’d not finished with my presents for you, and I was going to offer anyway, but now this has happened, well… if you want, we can make a baby together. You and me. We don’t need to use condoms. Not if you don’t want to.”

  Her eyes fill with tears and I’m inwardly congratulating myself on being Kaylie’s hero, waiting for her to say, ‘yes’.

  “You absolute bastard.” Comes from her mouth.

  “What?”

  She’s out of bed in a flash, grabbing her robe and turning on me. “We have a shag and you offer to be my baby daddy? What was this then, a pity fuck? Oh let’s get the sad old spinster drunk and laid on her birthday and then offer her a baby before her eggs die.”

  “What are you talking about?” I protest.

  “I told you how I wanted to have a baby. You of all people know this. You know it more than anyone else. Candlelight, romance. The love of my life. That’s my ideal. Having a donor is a means to an end, not my dream.”

  She’s sobbing now, struggling to say the words.

  “You made me feel like we were something. Something that might lead somewhere eventually. Maybe to that candlelight, but then you just basically offer me your sperm like the donor you are. Get out.”

  “You’ve got me all wrong, Kay-bear. Please listen to me.”

  “I said GET OUT. NOW. Before I ring Jenson and get him to throw you the fuck out. Leave me alone.”

  There’s no talking to her, she’s hysterical. I want to tell her I also want the candlelight and that I love her. That I can wait for kids or we can start right now. I want my forever with her.

  I’ve fucked up. It’s better I give her some time to calm down and then try to do damage control. Let the fire die down then secure it to stop it relighting remember?

  “This is not over, Kaylie. We need to talk. But I’m giving you some time.”

  She won’t even look me in the eye.

  With my things gathered up, I leave her house and head towards the bus stop.

  There should be a break glass for love emergencies.

  I’d have shattered that fucker to pieces.

  17

  Kaylie

  It’s been a little over two weeks since I threw Aiden out of my house.

  A little over two weeks since I spoke to my best friend. And although I’ve ignored all his calls, texts, and visits, I miss him like crazy. Especially as I sit on the edge of my bath waiting to find out our fate.

  It’s been two days since I first suspected something, but I just assumed that I was being paranoid after having sex at last. But my period being two days late is unheard of. Plus, there are the other things that I’ve tried to blame on more obvious things. I’m exhausted… it’s just the end of
term. I’ve got this weird metallic taste in my mouth… I’ve just run out of mouthwash. See, there are totally realistic possibilities for everything, besides my missing period.

  But how? I know we were drunk, but I remember each and every single time Aiden came inside me and I know full well that he had a condom on each time. I made sure of it after allowing my birth control to run out months ago seeing as I was getting precisely zero action.

  My hands tremble as I stare at the white stick taunting me, face down on the basin. It’s been over three minutes, I know it has, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

  I want a baby. I want one more than anything… well, that’s not actually true. What I really want is a family. A mummy, a daddy, and a baby. And for a few hours two weeks ago I really started to think that Aiden could be it.

  We both made the somewhat risky decision to act on how we’d been feeling and he gave me the best night of my life. Even now I get a little hot every time I see the fondue set. The way his tongue felt against my skin as he licked—no, stop it. This is not helping.

  Shaking out my arms, I blow out a long breath and go for it.

  “One… two… three…” I count out loud before turning it over.

  Pregnant.

  “Fuck.”

  I’ve no idea how I should feel in this moment. Part of me is ecstatic, another part disappointed, but mostly I’m just confused right now.

  With the piss stick still in my hand, I make my way to my bedroom and drop down onto my new double bed.

  Did he really think that I was such a sure thing that night that he even went to the liberty of buying a bed? Am I really that desperate and pathetic?

  Trying to figure out where it all went wrong, I pull the top drawer of my bedside table open and pull out the box of condoms. It was full and now there’s a lonely one left in the bottom. The knowledge of how many times we went at it that night colours my cheeks.

  Turning the box over in my hand, my eyes almost pop out of my head.

  “Fuck me, that can’t be right.”