Evan

Rita Bergstein has no idea what the fuck she’s talking about.

“I don’t have a child, Chloe.” I point at her. “This baby will be my first child.”

“Are you sure?”

I laugh because I’d know if there was a child of mine out there. At least, I hope I’d know. I keep my dick wrapped up during sex for a reason.

“I don’t have any children,” I continue, because I want her to understand that Rita wasn’t pulling random facts about me out of the air. “About five years ago a woman I spent a night with told me she was pregnant.”

She starts to say something but her mouth slams shut before one word escapes.

I get it. She’s thinking about herself. We spent more than one together but she ended up knocked up because the condom failed during our first night together.

“Her name was Kim.” I hate that fucking name because the woman who owned it put me through hell. “We fucked one time and a month later she tracked me down at the club we met at to tell me that I was going to be a dad.”

Silence is all that greets me, so I go on, because I want Chloe to understand that she’s nothing like Kim and our situation won’t end the way that did.

“I believed her.” I rake both hands through my hair. “I didn’t question it because she gave me a song and dance about not having time for sex, so I was the only lover she’d had that year.”

Chloe’s brows rise. “You said you met in a club?”

“I know.” I sigh. “How many celibate people hang out in clubs? I get that I was an idiot for believing her. I was at a low point in my life at that time and needed something. I wanted something to give me hope and that baby was it.”

“I understand.” She pauses, “I think I understand.”

Vague understanding is enough for me at this point. I go on, “I went to every doctor’s appointment with her. She saw Rita before she switched to another OBGYN. We moved in together and the day the baby was born was the happiest of my life.”

“What happened after that?”

My chest tightens. “I had doubts right away that he was mine and when I ran into her ex-boyfriend leaving the hospital room the day after she delivered, I knew. The cocky grin on his face told me everything.”

“I’m sorry, Evan.”

“Don’t be.” I brush her words away with a wave of my hand in the air. “I told her I wanted a paternity test, she cried. I persisted and it proved that her baby wasn’t mine.”

She blinks at me. “That must have been hard.”

“It was fucked up,” I manage a small laugh. “It made me realize that I wanted a baby at some point but it also made me run out and buy seven boxes of condoms that night.”

“It’s good to be prepared.” She raises both hands. “I should have been. If I knew there was any chance that I could get pregnant, I would have been on the pill or whatever else women use to stop that from happening.”

“It was fate, Chloe.” I reach across the table to take her hands in mine. “That or I have super sperm.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “I think it was a combination of both. Whatever it was, you and I are having a baby.”

***

“It’s okay to do this while I’m pregnant?” She looks over her shoulder at where I’m standing behind her. “It’s not going to hurt the baby will it?”

I love that she’s so concerned about our child. “It’s very safe, Chloe. I’m a doctor so you know that you can trust me.”

She dips her head back down to the blanket. “I bet you’ve used that same line on thousands of women.”

I slide my cock into her wet and warm pussy. I ate her out when we got to my apartment. I extended the invitation after we had dinner. I needed her here. I’ve been craving her like mad and I could tell that she wanted the same thing when she rested her hand on my thigh in the cab.

I wrapped my dick but I was tempted to ask if I could go bare. I’m clean. I know she has to be. “Your pussy is so tight. Fuck, it’s like a glove.”

She rocks her hips back and forth, gliding her wetness over me. I stand still so she can control it all.

Her breathing increases when she arches her back and takes me deeper. “I love this. God, I love this.”

“I love it too,” I rush the words out as I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. “Use me, Chloe. Make yourself come on my cock.”

She does. She speeds up the tempo, and then slows and when my finger finds her clit, she flies over the edge and the feeling, that fucking feeling, of her coming around my dick is enough to make me shoot my load.