Evan

“We don’t have to fuck every time we see each other, Chloe.” I’m even stunned when I hear those words leave my lips.

Chloe looks just as shocked as I feel. “I was taking off my sweater because it’s warm in here, Evan. I have a T-shirt on underneath. Did you think I was just going to strip here in the kitchen so you could bend me over the table and have your way with me?”

I slide my hand over the front of my jeans. “Now you’ve gone and made my cock hard.”

Her gaze travels down my body. “I’ll take care of that later. You said that you know what the results of the paternity test are, but are you going to open it?”

I look over at the envelope. When it was delivered to the hospital earlier I was in surgery. Vanessa was the one who handed it to me afterwards.

She didn’t ask me what it was about and I didn’t offer. I trust her, but I’m not going to share the news about the baby with anyone at work at this point.

I have every intention of introducing Chloe to Jordan and Kylie very soon. I want her to meet Jack too.

Although we haven’t had a discussion about where our relationship is headed other than to a delivery room, I want the people in my inner circle to know the woman I’m falling for. It just so happens that she’s also the mother of my child.

Sometimes fate smiles down on you twice.

“I don’t need to open it.” I push it aside. “I trust you, Chloe. If I can’t trust you what future do we have together?”

The teacup in her hand wobbles. “Our future? You mean like when the baby comes and we see each other when you’re passing her off to me and I’m bringing her over here for your days?”

There’s way too fucking much to absorb in that response. I hone in on the part about the baby’s gender “You think it’s a girl?”

I’ve had dreams of being a dad to a little girl. It’s not that I’ve ever longed to be a father other than that stint I served as Kim’s pseudo-baby daddy. Sometimes when I’m dead tired from working myself into a coma, I’ll dream about holding a small girl and I instinctively know that it’s my daughter.

“I want a healthy baby.” She rubs her hands over her stomach. “I’ll be happy either way.”

“But you said her , Chloe,” I point out as I cover her hands with my own. “Do you think we’re having a little girl?”

She gazes down at where our fingers are linked together. “I feel that, but maybe that’s wishful thinking? I’d love to have a son too. I’d teach him all about hockey.”

“If it’s a girl, you’ll teach her all about hockey too,” I say softly as I rest my cheek against her head. “This baby is going to be just like you. It’s going to be fearless and strong. It’ll storm over every challenge in its way.”

She leans into me. “I know we haven’t talked about it and it is way in the future, but I want you to be there when the baby is born, Evan. I want you next to me watching our child come into the world.”

I swallow back a rush of emotions. I want that too. I want to be there for the delivery and every moment after but those are discussions for another time. I can’t ask this woman to give me a future. She just vaguely mentioned what it will be like when we have a custody agreement in place and we meet to hand off our child to each other.

“I’ll be there.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ll always be there for you and the baby.”

***

She’s hot. Sweat is peppering the back of her neck and her shoulder blades. I push against her, my arm wrapped around her, my fingers working furiously to get her off.

She moves with precision, keeping the pressure just where she wants it. Her clit is swollen and ripe. I circle it slowly knowing that it’s driving her mad.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.” Her voice is tempered with need and raw desire. “You’re clean. I know you are.”

My cock hardens even more. I haven’t asked for a bare fuck but I’ll take if she’s offering. I’ve never felt the sensation before of a woman’s warm wet pussy surrounding my hot flesh.

I pull her leg over my thigh so she’s open. She adjusts her hips, pushing back against me. I run my fingers over the fleshy cheek of her ass. I grip it, kneading the softness in my fist before I slide my hand to my cock.

I bring it to her pussy, and glide it along the smooth silken skin.

She tries to push back onto my dick, but I want to savor this. I want to implant every sensation in my mind.

“Don’t rush,” I tell her with my lips to her ear. “Take it slow.”

She whimpers but slows her pace. She lets me take over and I use the tip of my dick on her clit. I circle it pressing hard enough to give her what she wants but tender enough that it only prolongs the sweet, painful agony for me.

Her body squirms against me as she nears her release. The sheets are fisted in her hands, her legs moving in tandem with the waves of pleasure coursing through her. I sense when she’s near the edge and my desire takes hold.

One hard thrust and I’m inside of her. I curse when I feel her come around me. The sensation like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I grab her hips and pump, even strokes while she rides the high of one orgasm into another.

I twist her body until I’m on top of her from behind and with an arm under her stomach to prop her up, I fuck. It’s hard, relentless and when I come inside of her and feel the release, I collapse; exhausted from head-to-toe and aching with a need that only this woman can satisfy.