Caitríona was nervous, even though she hated to admit it. It wasn’t everyday one told a holiday fling that he was going to be her baby’s daddy. What if he thought she had been trying to trap him? What if he reacted nastily? What if he
The doorbell rang, cutting off her train of thought and she shot a panicked glance in the direction of the door.
Alec!
But he was early, she thought with a frown at the big clock in the hallway. They had agreed on 7pm and it was ten minutes until the time.
With shaking hands, she tugged her gown down, ran her fingers through her long, waist-length hair and dashed toward the door, almost tripping over her own feet in her haste.
She opened the door with a wide smile that promptly dimmed when she saw the five count them five happy faces on the other side of the door. Ciara, Sam and the kids, with Cindy in tow, all stood grinning at her from the other side of the door.
She looked at them, “Uh, what’s going on guys?”
“Aunt Cait!” the twins exclaimed, flinging themselves into her arms.
Everyone rushed in, smiling and laughing; well, everyone except Cindy that is. She strolled in slowly, looking this way and that, her nose upturned as though she had smelled something bad.
“Caitríona, honey, we thought we’d come spend this evening with you. Since you got back, you’ve been so moody and you’ve been keeping to yourself so much I thought we’d come cheer you up,” Ciara said, giving her a quick hug and a peck.
Sam also bestowed a kiss on her other cheek before chasing after the twins who had promptly disappeared in the direction of Caitríona’s bedroom with every intention of playing dress-up.
Caitríona grabbed her sister’s arm and hauled her closer. “I don’t suppose it occurred to you that including Cindy in the cheer-up committee was a bad idea.”
Ciara rolled her eyes. “Come on, Cindy wants to see you happy just as much as I do. She likes you.”
“Yeah right,” Caitríona said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
Ciara drew herself up to her full height. “She’s my best friend. I don’t care if you don’t like her, at least pretend to.”
“Then I’ll just watch what she does and do that, shall I? Because, trust me, Ciara, that rattlesnake doesn’t like you any more than she likes me,” Caitríona said.
Ciara’s face darkened with anger. “Sam? Get the girls, we’re leaving,” she yelled.
“Good idea,” Caitríona supplied.
The doorbell rang just then but before she could even head in that direction, the door opened and Alec strode in, “Babe?”
Silence fell as all three women turned as one to stare at him with varying expressions of surprise on their faces.
“Well hello, so many beautiful ladies in one place. What’s the occasion?” he asked with suave charm.
Cindy blushed and preened, Ciara automatically reached up a hand to straighten her hair and Caitríona resisted the urge to slap Cindy.
“They were just leaving,” she said.
“We were?” Ciara asked.
“Well, weren’t you?” Caitríona asked, glaring at her sister.
“Not on my account I hope?” Alec said, amusement clear in his husky voice.
Sam reappeared just then with a twin in either arm. It was remarkable how both girls had managed to paint lipstick on their eyebrows and cheeks in less than two seconds. The bright red and pink lipstick smeared every part of their little faces, making them look like Halloween celebrators.
Caitríona chuckled, “You do need to go home, Cici,” she told her sister, eyeing the devilish glint in the twins’ eyes. They apparently had more mischief up their sleeves.
With a nod, Ciara swept everyone out the door, barely giving Sam time to size up Alec and proffer a hard hand for his handshake.
When they were finally alone, Alec grinned down at her. “I missed you,” he said.
Then she was in his arms and he was kissing her; open-mouthed, intense kisses that made her toes curl as she wound her arms around his neck. Desire coursed through her as she clung to him, and in two seconds, she was wet. Alec always seemed to have that effect on her, she mused dimly. Just one touch and she was good and ready. How had she ever thought that she was over him, she wondered?
His hands trailed expertly down to her chest and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Caitríona moaned into his mouth, almost light-headed with passion as he loved her with his lips.
“I can’t wait! I have missed this for more than two months,” he growled as he bent her over the back of a sofa and deftly raised her skirt.
Caitríona looked back at him over her shoulder, her heart in her eyes as he hurriedly unbuckled his fly. His gaze met hers and he leaned forward and took her lips in a slow, tender kiss as he slid into her pussy from behind, sheathing himself to the hilt in one deft move.
Caitríona gasped automatically as she wriggled her hips beneath his, moaning into his mouth as he began to rock against her, thrusting into her again and again and again.
His hand reached in front of her and began to squeeze her breast, kneading the swollen flesh tenderly as he made wild torrid love to her. His other hand reached in front of her and stroked her tiny nub of flesh rhythmically as moisture seeped onto his fingers.
Caitríona moaned, her breath thin and wild as she strained against his hand while his finger played with her clit and his large dick plowed into her from behind. She was losing her mind, she thought frantically, almost sobbing as he loved her.
“You are so wet, baby,” Alec crooned.
“Yes! Please!” she moaned, not even knowing what she was begging for.
He increased his tempo, fucking her faster, faster, harder until she was coming apart in his arms and screaming his name, bucking and undulating beneath his large powerful body with the force of her orgasm.
Caitríona drifted back to earth slowly, aware that Alec had stopped moving. Apparently, he had come too, she realized as he leaned forward and pecked her cheek lightly, before pulling out of her and sliding to the floor in the semblance of a dead faint.
Caitríona groaned, surprised to find her legs could barely support her. She slowly lowered herself onto the floor beside him and sprawled on his chest, her hair falling into her eyes as she strove to regain her breath.
“That was amazing,” he gasped, his hand coming up to hold her close to him.
Caitríona dropped a light kiss onto his chin, too winded to reply.
“You’re amazing,” he repeated, one large hand caressing her back as he held her tighter.
Caitríona murmured. “You’re not bad yourself.”
Alec chuckled and his hands tightened around her. She must have dozed off because about thirty minutes later, she dimly realized that someone was kissing her nipples, and biting them gently.
Still half-asleep, she murmured, “Alec, all this sex can’t be good for the baby.”
It was when he froze against her that she realized what she had said. Her eyes shot open in dismay and she stared up at him, her wide gray eyes clashing with his.
“Um, I didn’t mean ”
“Are you pregnant?” he asked.
Caitríona stared up into his green eyes. She should lie; she had to. She couldn’t bear to trap him for life, chaining him with a child he didn’t want.
She licked her lip, “Alec”
“The truth,” he said quietly. “Don’t I deserve that much at least?”
He was right, he did deserve to know he had fathered a child. She nodded.
His eyes searched hers, wide and disbelieving, while she nervously waited for his reaction. He was so busy conquering Wall Street, surely he wouldn’t want
For the third time in a row, Alec didn’t let her complete a train of thought. He leaned down and tenderly, reverently, kissed her.
Heat engulfed her anew and she squirmed in his arms.
“Marry me,” he said the moment he lifted his head.
“”You’re crazy,” she accused, even as she determinedly squashed the inexplicable rush of pleasure at his words.
“Yes. About you. Marry me.”
Caitríona shook her head stubbornly. “I can’t marry you just because you feel guilty about the baby.”
His green eyes blazed into hers for a minute then he dipped one hand into his jean pocket and produced a velvet box. He flicked it open with one hand to reveal a diamond ring nestled in the middle.
Her eyes widened.
“This was never about the baby, Caitríona. I came here tonight intending to ask you to be my wife because I love you. Please say you’ll marry me.”
Caitríona reached up and slowly pulled his head down to hers as she took his lips in a wild, tumultuous kiss of her own. This man drove her wild with lust every chance he got; it was time she did the same, she decided as she rolled, taking him with her and placing him beneath her body.
“I love you too and yes, I’ll marry you,” she vowed softly as she took him into her body again and began to show him just how much she loved him.
THE END