Chapter Seven
AIDEN
It all seemed a bit like a dream. After weeks of wondering about the mystery blonde and where she’d went, she was now naked beneath me in my bed. Looking down into her blue eyes they sparkled brighter than I remembered.
She squirmed as I nibbled along her neck and the feel of her body was so warm, so real, I knew this couldn’t be a dream. I’d wanted this so bad since the last time I’d felt her. Trying to extend the desire until I couldn’t stand it any longer, I kissed down her body, stopping at her perky breasts. They were a perfect size, just enough for a handful. Drawing circles with my tongue, I gently tugged her nipple with my teeth as it hardened in my mouth.
Emily arched her back as she moaned with pleasure. My cock was so hard it hurt, but I wanted to taste every inch of her before I felt her insides curve to me.
Continuing down her body, I kissed on her belly and the realization that she was carrying my child set in. I thought it would ruin the mood, but instead, it turned me on even further. This woman, who had only felt me inside her, was now carrying my child.
Pushing her knees upward, I spread her legs apart before looking at her freshly waxed opening. She glistened with arousal as I moved my tongue over her cleft while massaging her clit with my thumb. She twisted and turned as she fought her climax, which only turned me on further. I moved to suck her clit, and she moaned so loud as her hands dug into my hair. I could’ve come on the spot; her pleasure was driving me crazy. I felt her orgasm take over her, as her thin legs began to shake.
Slipping my boxers off, I looked up towards Emily, as she looked completely relaxed in her post-climactic high. Kneeling between her legs on both knees, I smiled at her pleasure as a bashful grin swept across her face. How she could look so innocent while turning me on beyond belief was a mystery to me. I reached toward my nightstand for a condom and remembered she was already pregnant.
“Do I need to use a condom?” I asked. She instantly blushed before frowning. “I get tested regularly,” I added in case she worried about that. Her innocent smile lets me know that concern hadn’t even crossed her mind before her long blonde hair fanned across my navy linen as she shook her head. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had unprotected sex. The desire to feel her with no barriers made pre-come glisten on the tip of my cock.
Positioning myself between her legs, I balanced my weight on my elbows before slowly easing into her. Fuck, she felt amazing.
“God,” she moaned, while tightly gripping my shoulders. I was glad to know I felt as good to her as she did to me.
Emily wrapped her legs around my waist as her body stretched to make room for me. Her hips began rocking, urging me to increase the pace. She was so greedy for me, and I loved it. Swiveling my hips, I dove into her as I looked down into her icy blue eyes. She bit her bottom lip, and I had to close my eyes to stop myself from coming.
Her nails dug into my skin as she lifted her pelvis to meet me with every thrust, our pace continuing to increase.
“Fuck,” I bit out. She felt too good. She was so tight and wet, and just knowing I was the only person to ever feel her made me want to explode.
“Aiden! Right there,” she pleaded, and I slammed into her over and over as she squeezed me with her legs and arms before her body fell over the edge of pleasure.
The sounds of her climax pushed me closer to my own release. I dug into her as I felt myself losing control. As if Emily could sense my approaching orgasm, she softly moaned in my ear before nibbling my ear lobe. Closing my eyes, I buried my face in her soft hair, enjoying the lavender and rose scent I’d remembered so well.
My senses were on overload as her fingernails ran over my scalp; her alluring aroma captivated me, while her seductive moans in my ear egged me on. She felt amazing to every inch of my body; the sensation was too much to bear. Unable to fight it any longer, I let go and came so hard, exploding inside her as she held me tightly. My hips slowed, as my cock twitched inside her, releasing every drop of gratification.
I rolled onto my back before looking over to Emily. She lay smiling at me, and I couldn’t help the grin of satisfaction that covered my face. She was even better than I remembered. Our sexual chemistry was unparalleled. Pulling her toward me, I spooned her before gently kissing her neck. I fell asleep with her soft back pressed against my chest as her seductive scent permeated my airways.
I awoke suddenly, confused about where I was. Looking around I quickly realized I was in my own bed, and as I looked over to Emily, everything came rushing back to me. My cock began rising as the sex replayed in my mind. The irony that I was having the best sex of my life with a virgin brought a smile to my face.
Emily was lying naked, her sundress thrown on the floor. She was absolutely beautiful. Her hair was messily splayed across her face, so I gently brushed it aside. A shadow of a smile graced her face before her muscles again relaxed. My eyes wandered over her naked body, stopping at her belly, which still looked as flat as it did the day I met her.
Imagining her body growing to carry my baby gave me a rush of mixed feelings. Jeff always told me I was great with kids, and I couldn’t deny that I loved George and Victoria, but could I be a good dad to kids of my own? I never really imagined my life with children, but if I did, I’d want to be married. I definitely wasn’t going to force a relationship with Emily because she was pregnant, and I was happy she didn’t seem to be doing that with me either.
Our sexual chemistry was amazing, but could that actually translate into a healthy relationship? I’d rather not try at all than to end up divorcing and having my child the product of a broken home. All of my friends’ parents divorced when I was younger, and I’d witnessed firsthand how difficult it was for them to handle. I couldn’t do that to a child.
Then I thought of the paparazzi always chasing my son or daughter while they went to school or played at the park. The tabloids would have a field day when they found out about Emily. I shook my head just thinking about my PR team’s reaction when I’d break the news to them tomorrow.
Maybe it would be best if I just gave her money to handle the situation completely. The thought of her having an abortion made my stomach turn, but maybe the child would be better off without me. I could just give Emily money to assist her. She could hire a nanny, and a chef, to make her life easier. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I didn’t want to give her a check only to never see her again. I wanted to watch her belly grow and be there when she brought my son or daughter into the world.
The circumstances were by no means perfect, but they definitely could have been worse. At least she wasn’t a puck bunny, chasing after my money. She seemed passionate about gymnastics when she brought it up earlier. I wondered if she were a gymnast herself when she was younger. She’d probably have to take time off of work as her belly grew, and of course, once the baby was born. The idea of her having to sit out from something she loved made me feel for her because I could relate.
Not being able to play hockey was a constant frustration for me. The past hours were the first time since I was injured that I hadn’t been in a foul mood over my knee sprain. I guess I owed that moment of bliss to Emily. I still couldn’t believe she’d found me. After all of those weeks without hearing from her, I had accepted that it was a lost cause.
“Hi,” she murmured, disrupting my thoughts. I smirked as I looked down into her eyes, her cheeks instantly blushing under my gaze.
“How’d you find me?” I blurted out, my thoughts getting the best of me.
“My best friend Mariah came to cheer me up last night, and she’s a huge hockey fan, so she turned on the game, and boom – there you were!” She explained without hesitation.
“Why were you down?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” She seemed confused.
“You said your best friend came to cheer you up, but why were you down?” I reiterated as I brushed her hair off of her face before tucking it behind her ear. She paused, and I waited for her to gather her thoughts, not wanting to pressure her to answer.
“I wasn’t the happiest about being pregnant and not knowing who the father was.” She whispered, diverting her eyes from mine, naturally a bit embarrassed.
“So what were you going to do?” I asked curiously.
“My doctor had given me a list of single mom support groups, in addition to other options that I’d kind of decided against,” she glanced at me, and I knew she was referring to her decision not to have an abortion. Since I felt the same, I decided to change the topic completely.
“What did your parents say?” I asked, sure she must have told them by now.
“My parents died when I was in college,” she said matter-of-factly. I felt like an idiot.
“I’m so sorry,” I said with wide eyes, instantly regretting my change
in topics.
“It’s fine. You didn’t know,” she assured me as she placed her small hand over mine. Her skin was so soft; I imagined she had a skincare regimen as strict as my mother’s.
“Do you think it’s a girl or a boy?” I asked, again switching the topic. The smile that spread across Emily’s face awoke something deep within me. There was no denying that I had strong feelings for her, but I couldn’t be sure just what that meant.
“I honestly haven’t thought about it at all. I have an app on my phone that tells me all about what’s happening in there. Apparently, the baby is the size of a grape,” she giggled.
“A grape?” I frowned in disbelief.
“I know! That’s crazy, right? I’ve been reading a lot about it, trying to get ready. I could really blow your mind,” she joked. I was impressed by her admission. She was trying her best to prepare on her own. I commended that.
“I can’t believe any of this is happening. It’s a bit surreal,” I admitted and could visually see Emily close off. She’d just been so open and vulnerable, and my words made her feel rejected, even if only slightly. I felt like an asshole, even though I meant no harm.
“I don’t want you to feel like you’re obligated to do anything. I didn’t come to you for money or anything like that. And I definitely didn’t come for this,” she motioned towards her naked body referencing the sex. “I’m not trying to force a relationship with you or anything like that. I mean, I Googled you,” she smirked, and I remembered the terrible stories I’d seen written about me. Embarrassment flooded throughout me as I assumed Emily must have read those same stories.
“Not all of it is true,” I whispered, although I knew that most of it was.
“I was only kidding, Aiden. I don’t care what people write about you. I was just curious to know you. And I only came to tell you, because I thought you deserved to know.”
“I’m glad you found me,” and I was. I wanted to see her again regardless, but now that she was carrying my baby, I definitely wanted to play a role, even if I had yet to determine what that meant exactly. I agreed with her; I did deserve to know.
“So am I,” she smiled as she pulled the sheet up to her neck, covering her naked body.
“So, tell me about yourself. You Googled me, so you have me at a disadvantage,” I explained while holding my head in my hand as I leaned my weight on my elbow. Emily looked towards the ceiling and took a deep breath before speaking.
“Let’s see… My name is Emily Morgan, and I’m 28. Like I told you earlier, my parents passed away a while back, and I’m the only child. Mariah, my best friend, is pretty much my only family. I work at a middle school, Wilshire Academy, teaching gymnastics, and I coach private lessons in the evenings. And I volunteer at the YMCA to teach the cheerleaders how to tumble.
I’ve recently been asked to come on board as a coach for a competitive cheerleading team, but I might have to decline that now that I’ll be out of commission soon,” she rubbed her belly as she talked more to herself than to me. Watching her touch her belly made me feel some sense of a connection to her. The baby was a part of both of us, and I knew I wanted to be included in the process.
“Can I?” I asked nervously while looking at her hand on her belly.
“Of course,” she smiled before adding, “there’s not much to feel yet though. I’m excited to see a bump, but then I’m scared of getting all fat,” she giggled.
“You won’t be fat, you’ll be pregnant. You’re too beautiful to ever worry about anything like that,” I absentmindedly admonished as I rubbed my hand over her belly. I could tell that my words affected her, but luckily this time they seemed to have a positive impact. Emily was so thin; my large hand appeared to cover her entire belly.
I couldn’t imagine having a girlfriend at all, but a pregnant girlfriend seemed even more unbelievable. I remembered Jeff’s stories from when Amy was pregnant. Emily would probably be so demanding and emotional. I just knew I would mess it up and the thought made me question my involvement. My feelings were all over the place. I just didn’t know what was what.
“What are you thinking?” Emily asked as my hand still laid spread across her stomach.
“It’s a lot to take in. I feel like I just need time to process it, you know?” It was how I honestly felt, but I knew I could have worded it better the second the words left my lips.
I could see Emily’s emotions shift. Here I was, the man that had taken her virginity and impregnated her, telling her I needed time to process it. Of course, this is immediately after incredible sex, which was strangely what I initiated once I found out she was carrying my baby.
My jumbled up feelings were sending her mixed signals, and I felt like an asshole for it. Tears pooled in Emily’s eyes, and she tried to hide them as she asked to use the restroom before grabbing her dress from the floor and rushing away.
I slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt as I waited for her to return from the restroom. I went over possible apologies as I prepared myself to explain how sorry I was for being a dick. I really didn’t mean to offend her, it just seemed like I kept saying the wrong things.
I didn’t want to lead her on, but I also didn’t want her to think I didn’t care about her at all because that was far from the truth. Over the past two months, I’d thought of her more times than I could count. I figured that might be the best thing to tell her, so I took a deep breath as I heard the bathroom door opening.
“Emily –” I started before she cut me off.
“No, Aiden, just listen,” she commanded, her right hand rose in the air. She’d redressed in her bright sundress, the blue floral print made the eyes I’d daydreamed about seem even brighter. “You have every right to need time, and I don’t want to make you feel sorry for that, I really don’t. It took me days to accept that this is even happening, and I’m the one with a changing body. You should definitely take your time. Don’t feel guilty about that. We didn’t plan this; it’s a big shock for me as much as it is for you. I meant what I said. I really didn’t come here to demand a relationship or shake you down for money. I just thought you have a right to know. Let’s just exchange numbers, and we can keep in touch,” her voice cracked as she said the last three words and I felt my stomach drop.
She was trying so hard to be strong and understanding, but it was tough for her. I knew she had to be feeling a little rejected and that hurt me.
“Emily, I don’t mean to hurt you. I swear I don’t,” I tried to think of all of the apologies I’d practiced while she was in the restroom, but that was all I could manage.
“It’s okay. It really is. I’m pregnant, and I’m just emotional, but you’re only human, Aiden. Don’t be hard on yourself,” she looked away as she tried to wipe a falling tear away subtly, but I saw it, and it broke my heart to see her in such turmoil.
Without thinking, I wrapped her in my arms as she buried her face in my chest. I kissed the top of her head as I inhaled her scent one last time, not knowing when I’d see her next.
We exchanged phone numbers, and Emily moved to rush towards the door. It seemed the longer she was around me, the more she needed to get away.
“John can take you home,” I frowned, confused.
“No, it’s okay, I don’t live far. I’m just gonna walk,” she said as she continued toward the door and although I didn’t know her well, I knew she was lying. She still felt rejected.
“Well, I can walk you home,” I suggested, as I moved to grab a pair of shoes.
“No, no. It’s fine, Aiden. I could use a little alone time anyway,” she tried to force a smile, but it didn’t reach her tear filled eyes.
“Emily, please,” I begged, for what I don’t know. Maybe I wanted her forgiveness. I knew I had her empathy. I just didn’t want her to be hurt because of me.
“Aiden, it’s fine. I swear. I’m just pregnant. Take some time and think it all through. We have each other’s info now so you can reach out to me whenever you’re ready. No pressure,” her voice seemed more controlled now, but I knew she was far from okay.
“And you can call me if you need anything,” I searched her eyes to make sure she knew that, but she simply nodded before turning to head toward the door.
“Bye,” she whispered as she glanced back at me once more before entering the private elevator.
I waved, and my heart sank as the door closed. I was sure she was going to cry in the elevator, and it made me feel like a complete dickhead.