Chapter Three

 

Mimi

My fingers shook, but I kept my eyes on him as I slowly slid down his boxers. His cock sprang free, and I gasped as my eyes drifted down to see. He was huge, thick and bulging with a prominent vein on the side telling me just how aroused he was.

"Mr. Wilkins..." I whispered, and he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me on my back on his desk.

"When are you going to start calling me Easton, babydoll?" he asked, his body flush against mine.

"You like Mr. Wilkins," I teased with fast, hitched breaths. "It makes you feel bad..."

His vision darkened and he leaned down to kiss me, a demanding, fast motion that rendered me speechless.

"I do," he admitted. "But not as much as you'll like this..."

His head dipped between my legs and I squealed when I felt his mouth on my pussy.

"Don't," I begged softly. "Please, it feels so wrong..."

He licked at my center making me squirm when he said, "If it feels wrong, someone hasn't been doing it fucking right, babydoll."

"I..." I started, my voice trailing off into nothing. "I haven't done this before..."

"What?" he asked, sucking my clit between his lips and making me mewl desperately. "This?"

"None of it," I managed to get out. "Please, Mr. Wilkins, I'm a virgin, Sir..."

He sprang back up, his eyes thunderous.

"No one has touched what's mine?" he asked darkly. "No one's had my babydoll before?"

"N-no," I whispered, feeling like a lost cause.

I'd always guarded myself against guys... I'd told myself it was my shyness, but if I was being truthful, it was because my heart belonged a man I thought I could never have.

"Mimi," he said roughly. "You've made me the happiest man in the world."

"W-why?" I stuttered.

"Because this..." he trailed a finger between my legs, making me moan. "Is now mine. Forever. And I'm going to put a baby inside that belly of yours, babydoll. I'm going to breed your tight little pussy until you're pregnant with my kid. And you'll be begging for more the second you give birth."

"B-but..." I whispered, but my body spoke for itself.

It was twisting up towards him, desperate for him to have his way with me.

"But nothing," he shut me up. "Spread your legs. Open up your pussy for me. Show me that cherry I'm about to take."

I followed his directions, and he groaned at the sight of me. His cock was heavy, throbbing with clear liquid as he positioned it against my opening.

"Tell me you don't want it," he taunted me. "I'll stop right now."

"But I-I do," I whispered.

"You want me to have you?" he asked roughly.

"I do," I managed. "I want to have your baby..."

He thrust inside me with one move of his strong hips, and I cried out when I felt him break my barriers.

"Mr. Wilkins!" I cried out, and he lowered his lips to mine, kissing me and showing me how much this meant to him.

"You're mine now," he told me darkly. "I'm going to fucking own you."

The pain was almost unbearable, but after the first thrust, he started to fuck me softly, gently. Like I was something precious in his arms. His eyes were focused on mine and I realized as I stared into his soul this was it, this was making love, this was the beginning of my future to a man I'd been in love with for three years.

"Easton," I whispered. "I've waited for so long..."

"I know, babydoll," he muttered, driving into my tender sex. "No more waiting. Now you're mine."

* * *

5 months later

"And I guess that's pretty much it," I said, swallowing thickly. "The whole story."

I stared into her eyes across the table, trying hard to fight my instincts and apologize to her for what I had done. But Easton had assured me, again and again, it wouldn't be necessary. That she would understand. Now, sitting across from my childhood best friend, I wasn't so certain.

Cassi crossed her arms in front of her body and stared at both of us, Easton's hand resting protectively on my stomach.

"That's it?" she asked tersely, and I found myself nodding, feeling deeply ashamed. "That's what you had to tell me."

"Yes," Easton said. "I'm sorry this is a bit of a shock, sweetheart."

"A shock?" she laughed out loud. "Oh good lord, you two really are blind."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up.

She leaned closer. She looked beautiful as ever, her skin tanned and her dark hair glinting with highlights.

"I knew all along," she said plainly. "I knew since we were eighteen. Don't you think I saw the kiss? The tension between you?"

I stared at her incredulously, glancing at Easton and finding him just as surprised as I was.

"I tried to make it easier," Cassi shrugged. "I even thought my traveling would help to bring you closer. But you only drifted apart..."

"Until now," Easton managed to get out.

"Until now," I repeated.

"Until now," Cassi confirmed. "And now you've finally found each other. Mimi, did you ever think of how you found out about that job opening?"

"I..." I thought back, and my eyes watered at the memory. "You sent me the job posting."

"I did," Cassi said with a bright smile. "I knew it was time to bring you back together."

I jumped out of my seat and gave her a tight hug. My pregnancy was definitely showing by then, and my swollen belly felt huge between us, but Cassi just laughed, touching her palm to it and wiping her teary eyes.

"Dad," she said to Easton. "I never judged this relationship. I'd never seen you happy with mom."

I remembered that. Cassi's mom had died when we were teenagers, but she'd never been close to her dad. They argued a lot, but he stuck with her throughout her illness, being her rock. It was one of the things I admired about him.

"I know this is unconventional," she went on. "Heck, it's weird as hell."

We all laughed uncomfortably.

"But it's what we all need," she said with a bright smile. "A beautiful future."

"Cheers," Easton said with a grin, and we lifted our glass, champagne and orange juice sparkling in the flutes. "To our new family."

"To family," Cassi and I said in unison, and we clinked glasses.

With my man's hand on my belly and my best friend across me, I realized I'd never been as blissfully happy as I had at that precise moment.