I was going to hell. That was all there was to it—me and my greedy cock were going to get dragged to hell for what we were planning to do. But I had a feeling being with Emery would be worth every second of torture later.
“Dr. Goodman and I agreed that within the next year would be the most opportune time to start trying, make sure I have enough time to conceive before the surgery.” She paced back and forth in front of the couch I sat on, talking fast, hands flying all over the place. She was nervous.
Fuck, so was I, but I was also trying to hold back. If I let go, truly let myself believe we were about to do what I knew we were about to do, I’d have her underneath me in a split second. Emery was being all adult and shit, talking about cycles and timing and sticks she peed on to know when she was fertile, but all I wanted to do was spread those legs I’d been drooling over for the past year and thrust deep. Preferably multiple times a day until I had fucked a baby into her.
“Huntley Group provides a very generous maternity leave package, so I’m not worried at all about money or time off once the baby comes…”
I sat back, watching her, my heart throbbing almost as much as my cock. She was adorably flustered. Maybe she thought I wasn’t truly in this or that I’d walk away before we could get down to it—she seemed awfully set on trying to convince me. What she apparently didn’t know was that I was fucking her. Tonight. I had to. After holding myself back for the past year, I’d released the beast inside me, and he wanted her. If I didn’t get her naked, didn’t steal a taste of that sweet pussy between those long legs, I’d talk myself out of ever doing it. We had to have sex tonight.
“I realize this is a life-changing decision, but it’s one I haven’t come to lightly. I want a baby, and I’m ready for one.”
I palmed my cock, trying to relieve the ache being around her always incited. That only made me cringe as the dampness of my boxers reached my skin. The girl was talking about something to do with birthing plans and maternity leave. Meanwhile, I was fucking leaking for her. Anxious. Ready. Totally—
“I know being a single mom will be difficult, but I can handle it.”
All my thoughts fell out of my head, and I focused solely on Emery. “What the fuck did you say?”
She froze, looking at me with wide eyes as if she’d forgotten I was still there. “Uh…I can handle being a single mom? You wouldn’t need to be a part of the baby’s life. I promise not to come after you for child support or…or involvement of any kind.”
I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees. Weepy, achy cock almost forgotten. “You think I’m the kind of man who would get you pregnant and walk away?”
Talk about fucking something up. I’d been struggling for the past year because I wanted to fuck my stepsister through the floor, worried people would talk and it would destroy the only family I’d ever really been a part of. Meanwhile, she assumed I was some kind of abandoning piece of shit.
Total FUBAR.
She gave me a full-on glare—cocked hip, “are you shitting me with this” look, and everything. “With how you reacted to this whole thing, I assumed you wouldn’t want to be involved…um, after.” Her ire faded, her hand gesturing between us as if she didn’t know how to deal with an us. But I did. I was ready to get all up in an us.
I rose to my feet slowly, prowling toward her. Fighting between my desire for her and my fury that she’d ever think such a thing about me. “I’m not a quitter, Emery Grace. Especially not when it comes to family.”
“I know that—”
“No, you obviously don’t.” Fuck, she seemed so little as I loomed over her, as I bent slightly to bring myself as close as possible. “If we do this, if I’m going to lay you down and slide between those sexy-as-fuck legs of yours. If you’re going to let me thrust deep inside the heaven of your pussy and take my seed to make a baby, then I’m in. All the way in. I won’t walk away from my own child or the woman who granted me the gift of carrying him or her. Not ever.”
Her eyes were so wide, so green today in the filtered light of her place. So beautiful. I couldn’t resist her. I reached out, running a finger along her jaw. Tracing the edge of her ear as I whispered, “I can’t believe you thought I’d be some deadbeat dad. If we do this, we do it together. If I get to make a baby with you, I want the whole thing. The fucking family. I want it all with you. Why would you think you would have to be alone in this?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You haven’t exactly been receptive to me since you’ve been back.”
“You’re right, I’ve been an ass. But it wasn’t because of you, sweet girl. That was all on me and my issues.”
Her angry little scowl fell, her entire face relaxing into a look that was softer, more tentative. More Emery. “And those issues are suddenly gone?”
“Not gone completely, but I’m tired of fighting them. I’m tired of not having you in my life.”
“You’ve wanted me in your life?” She bit that bottom lip I’d been coveting, inching closer until her breasts pressed against my skin. “I thought you were going to tell me no.”
“I could never tell you no.” I palmed her cheek, leaning in farther. Needing a taste of those cock-sucking lips like I needed air. “You’re my Emery. No isn’t in my vocabulary when it comes to you.”
I ran a hand up her arm, brushing the side of her breast. Wanting to strip her naked but knowing we weren’t quite there yet. I wasn’t a patient man, but Em still had things to work through, so I fought to hold on to my control…even as I swept a thumb over her tight nipple. Good goddamn, I couldn’t wait to suckle her as I fucked her sweet pussy.
Em hissed, arching her back slightly. Enough so I knew she liked my hands on her. “But you…you’ve barely spoken to me in the last year. I felt like I lost my best friend.”
“Haven’t wanted to talk.”
She grabbed my arms, clinging to me when I went full palm on her tit. Closing her eyes for a second as her mouth fell open in a way that only made me want to do more. So hot. So fucking perfect, my Em.
“What have you wanted to do?” Her voice escaped as a whisper, barely loud enough to hear. As if she were afraid to ask. Luckily, I wasn’t afraid to answer her honestly. Not anymore.
“Kiss those lips that haunt my dreams.” I ran a thumb over her bottom lip, nearly groaning as she sighed at the contact. “Bite your neck and leave a mark so everyone knows you’re mine. I’ve dreamed of you straddling my face so I could taste every inch of you, so I could hold on to your thighs as I tongued your clit and made you come over and over again. As I lapped every fucking drop. Then, when you were all sloppy wet and ready for my cock, I’d throw you down and fuck you hard and deep, let you ride my cock until you couldn’t see. That’s what I’ve wanted to do since I came home, Em. That’s why I’ve stayed away.”
“Oh.” Breathy and soft, her whispered word enticed me. As did how she gripped my arms tighter, digging her fingers into my flesh, and how she almost sagged against me.
I chuckled, cupping her head and running my fingers over her cheeks. “You’ve laid out your plans for us to have a baby together, and I’m telling you I’m in. Not part time, not hit it and quit it. I’m in all the way. Forever.”
Her nervous swallow didn’t escape my attention, nor did the way she seemed to look me over. Cataloging me. Her eyes stopping to stare below my collarbone. “Just like that?”
“Yep. You don’t need options—you have me.”
She ran a hand over my chest, almost an unconscious gesture, and my control snapped. I leaned down, needing a taste. Unable not to take a little. I pressed my lips to hers in what I assumed would be a sweet, simple kiss. But Emery wasn’t on the same page, apparently. She opened her lips against mine and ran her tongue along my bottom lip. I grunted, delving into her mouth like a man possessed. Tangling tongues in a way that should have been illegal. She was my every want, my every wish and desire, all wrapped up in a package that made me fall to my knees and beg for more. And there was no fucking way I was letting her go.
Teasing, pulling away with little nips to her lip, I gave her a second to catch her breath and open her eyes before resting my forehead against hers. “So fucking sweet. Just like I knew you’d be.” I stole a tiny kiss, keeping things calm for the moment because I had one more question. One more thing I needed her to clear up.
“So tell me,” I said as I licked her taste off my lips and dropped one arm down to grip her waist and bring us closer. “When do we start practicing?”