CHAPTER 7
Ryan
I dropped beside her after I’d emptied myself inside her. A selfish part of me hoped this process took a while so I could have more of her. My cock twitched as I stared at her. “Was that as intense as I thought?”
“Yes,” she replied, balling her hands by her sides as my eyes trailed over her body. She had gorgeous, full breasts with dusky pink nipples that begged to be tasted again. Her body was perfect to me, not so skinny that she was a skeleton, but fit and healthy. I knew I could spend hours between her thighs. “It was amazing. Can we do it again?”
I laughed as I rolled over and pulled her against me. Brea looked at me, and I pressed my lips to hers gently as our aroma filled the room. It belonged here. We pressed together, the kiss deepening as she moved over my body. She was damp, her skin soft as I stroked her back.
“Are there any rules about this that I forgot? You’re not supposed to sit in any weird positions, are you?”
Brea laughed as she pressed my cock down with her pussy.
“Not this early in the process. We just fuck now and see what happens.”
I was hard as stone as she rocked against me, aroused by her words. She seemed like a somewhat innocent girl, but as she lifted her body and impaled herself on me, I saw stars.
I looked at her later as she slept in a ball on my bed. We’d gone at it three times, each one better than the last, and then she had finally closed her eyes and passed out after drinking some water. I didn’t normally do overnights, but there was something about Brea that made me want to change that. I shut all the lights off in the hall and leaned against the pillows as I reached over to touch her.
Parts of me were inside her right now. I might get her pregnant tonight, and the idea made me smile. I hoped she was still down for this after she was pregnant. Some women got paranoid and didn’t want to move a muscle once they found out, but I sensed that Brea was going to do too much. I saw some fights in our future.
I slipped a blanket over us and turned toward her, touching her as I closed my eyes. There was something comforting about having her here with me.
I woke up before she did, watching the sun start to rise on the horizon as I blinked. I looked over to see Brea on her back with her arms stretched above her head, smiling peacefully. I didn’t know if she worked today, and I moved closer to her. I knew she probably had her phone with her, but hell if I knew where. I nuzzled her neck, not wanting her to leave my bed. “Do you work today?” My voice was soft as I spoke, not wanting to frighten her.
“Not until noon,” her voice was rough with sleep as she rolled toward me and kissed my chest.
“I’ll set an alarm so we can eat breakfast before you go in,” I assured her. She nodded and slipped an arm around me. We both fell asleep again, waking up when the sun was high in the sky. She looked around, blinking as she looked from me to the wall of windows.
“This is amazing,” she said as she sat up, bringing the sheet with her. “I didn’t even see it last night.”
“We were in a hurry,” I murmured. She met my gaze with a hungry look of her own. I leaned down to kiss her as my hand slid down her stomach to tease her folds. She was drenched, and I slipped a finger inside her as our tongues met. She had felt so good last night that I wanted more, and from the sounds of it, so did she.
I pushed her to her back, fingering her clit before I slid two fingers inside her. She was so tight. I curled my fingers as she cried out, dropping her head back. I sucked at the skin of her neck as she spread her legs for me, allowing me between them. I made her come before sliding inside her and hearing her call my name. She felt even better than last night as I moved slowly and deep inside her.
Brea arched against me, coming hard as I slipped in one last time before I joined her. I collapsed against her, breathing deeply as my body continued to pulse. We both recovered, her hands on my back as I pressed my lips to her neck. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk at work today,” she murmured as I kissed her chin.
“Good. You won’t forget this,” I told her, and she laughed softly.
“I’ll never forget this for more reasons than that,” Brea assured me.
“Feel free to take a shower if you want. I’ll make some bacon and eggs for us.” I pressed my nose into her messy hair and inhaled deeply as I wondered what our baby would look like. “I can even wash your clothes if you want.”
“What a guy,” Brea murmured as I pulled away. “Tell me that you drink coffee?”
“I live on it,” I assured her as she stretched and moved to leave the bed.
“Good. Is that the bathroom?” she asked, pointing toward a door to the right of the bed. I nodded and watched as she walked naked to the door before she disappeared. What a sight that was.
I pulled on some sweats and walked out to make coffee as I heard the water start. I started the coffee before I grabbed her clothes to wash them. I put them on a small load in cold water and let it go as I checked the fridge for something to make. I could make some omelets with veggies and even some sausage. I was glad I kept the fridge stocked, even if women never stayed the night with me.
I turned on the television and chopped peppers and mushrooms as I listened idly to the news. I was waiting for Brea to appear, though I didn’t want her to know that. I heard footsteps and glanced up as she walked in. She was wrapped in my blue robe, her hair wet and straight over her shoulders as she looked around.
“What a view,” she said. She walked over to the windows and looked out. I watched her closely. “Nice place. I have a view of the courtyard that I share with my neighbors.” She smiled at me as she turned around and walked forward. I poured her some coffee and grabbed the creamer out of the fridge and offered it to her. She smiled gratefully and took it. “Do you need any help?”
I poured the eggs into a pan and shook my head. “I got this.” I warmed a pan to cook the sausage and glanced at her. “How long until you know if it took?”
“I guess a few weeks. I probably won’t know right away,” she replied, shrugging. “Are we crazy for doing this?”
“I hope not. It’s going to be worth it,” I assured her as I stirred the eggs.
Brea braided her hair and went to put the clothes in the dryer. I heard her laughing as she came back in and looked curiously at her. “I don’t know if my bra and underwear will be dry in time for work, but thank you.”
“Will you have to go commando?” I teased her.
She shrugged. “It might dry in time.”
She looked beautiful with her face clean and natural, and I remembered the way she had taken my compliment the first night we went out. I plated our food and carried it to the table, reminded of the last time. She brought her coffee over and sat down as she looked at me.
“This looks good. You’ve cooked for me twice now.”
“I guess I have,” I replied as I stabbed my fork into a chunk of pepper. We ate and talked a little about our days, and I could sense the awkwardness between us. It was obvious that Brea didn’t know how to act with me. I sipped my coffee as I looked her over. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. This is just strange. We slept together multiple times to make a baby and here we are having breakfast. It’s so surreal,” she said as she shook her head.
“It was a great night,” I assured her, leaning forward to catch her eye.
“It was,” Brea agreed. She laughed. “What now?”
“I get to fake being interested in banking until I tell Dad that I’m going to be a father, so I’ll be busy. I want to keep in touch though and see how you’re doing. Maybe we can get together and try again,” I suggested, and she smiled.
We finished breakfast and washed dishes before she put her dry clothes on and left for the coffee shop. I wiped down the kitchen and thought about having a kid. I wasn’t sure I would have done this without the pressure of the inheritance, not this fast at least. There was no temptation to do it with anyone other than Brea, though I told myself that it was just a financial benefit for us. We were going to have fun with the kid and raise it right, but this wasn’t a relationship.
I settled down to watch some television and called Lewis, who was recovering from a hangover. “What’s going on?” I asked as I rested against the cushions.
“I went out last night and got wasted. Ned had a stag party at the new strip club, and it was wild. Girls for everyone. You missed it.”
I didn’t miss a thing.
“Did you end up with any of them?” I asked. He chuckled.
“The hottest one. What do you think?” Lewis said. I shook my head. “What did you end up doing?” I reminded myself that Lucy knew what she was doing with Lewis and shut down the protective cousin vibe that I had going on. Lewis was my best friend, but he could be a dick sometimes and my cousin was sleeping with him.
“I spent the night with a lovely lady,” I boasted. He whistled on the other end.
“Who? It’s been a while for you,” he said. It was something he could never understand.
“Remember that girl from Lucy’s party? The brunette?” I asked him as I decided what to reveal to Lewis.
“Yeah. She was pretty hot. You hooked up with her? How did that happen?”
I played the story through in my head.
“We ran into each other in the city. I asked her out to dinner and we ended up coming back to my place. It was pretty hot,” I told him as I waited for his praise. Lewis lived for the hunt, and I wanted to be the same guy in this conversation.
“Are you going to see her again?” Lewis asked. I thought about it carefully. I would if she didn’t get pregnant so we could try again. I would when she got pregnant since I wasn’t going to just abandon her.
“Probably not,” I said casually.
“She didn’t look like one of your usual one-nighters. Don’t go and get involved with her,” Lewis warned me. I frowned, not sure I liked where the conversation was going.
“Why would you say that? I just slept with her. That’s all,” I assured him. I bit my tongue, thinking about how much I wished he would treat my cousin better.
“I see her as the kind to want more. I saw Sabrina out last night, and she asked about you. That’s who you need to hook up with,” Lewis told me as I rolled my eyes. Sabrina was as empty as they got despite being a beautiful woman.
“Yeah. Maybe I’ll call her,” I said before I changed the subject to our friend’s upcoming wedding. I knew about Ned’s party last night, but once I met Brea, I had wanted to go out with her. As soon as we had struck up our deal, I had been in a bigger hurry to see her. I was going to go to the wedding next weekend, and there were some events before that. Ned was acting like he was being sentenced to death even though his fiancée, Miri, was a great girl. They were both in the same social circle as Lewis and me, and the marriage was going to help business between their families.
Everything was a transaction in this world, and I was doing the same damn thing. I was getting Brea knocked up to improve my life, and for a moment, I wondered if it was a mistake.
No, it wasn’t.
We ended the call with my promise to meet the guys for dinner later. I set the phone down and rested against the couch as I played back last night with Brea. The sex had been unbelievable. I had never wanted someone like that before. Going in bare had felt so damn good, and I flashed ahead to doing it again, regardless of whether she got pregnant.