by Kaylee, Katy
“I’ve been working a lot, so, maybe. I’ll get the lasagna out of the oven.” Slipping from my grasp, Gwen shuffled the short distance to the oven, and I scanned her voluptuous body as she grabbed two potholders. Biting my bottom lip as my cock throbbed to life, I flexed my fingers against the urge to grab her, but I shook my head sharply.
I had a plan- Valentine’s week- and I couldn’t ruin it by being too hasty.
“Just one plate- it’ll be easier that way.” Inquisitive, brown eyes met mine at my call, and I set the flowers down as my desires took over. Wrapping my arms around Gwen, I held her tight and ducked my nose into her neck to hoover up her scent with a groan. “Oh- I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, Ryan.” Warm palms slid up my back, and the flower wrap crinkled when I squeezed her. “Some things happened… while you were gone.”
“I want to know all about it.” Easing my grip on her, I stepped back so she could grab a plate from the cupboard, and the smell of the lasagna finally managed to pierce my fogged mind. “God- that smells so good…”
“I made it extra special for you.” Blushing furiously under the golden glow that flickered wildly, Gwen cleared her throat as mine clogged with happiness. Sitting myself at the table, I watched in avid fascination as she expertly transferred noodle perfection to plate. The flowers ended up on another chair, and I tugged her gingerly into my lap to sigh in utter content.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gwen…” Kissing her shoulder, I smiled when Gwen’s blush darkened, and her lips found mine easily. Cupping the back of her head, my hand tingled as she opened her mouth, and I couldn’t resist such an open invitation. Her jiggly ass cushioned my cock when she wiggled, and my tongue delved in search of hers as she draped her arms around my neck.
Soft breasts pressed against my chest, and I reached down to tug Gwen’s camisole up. Frowning at the unexpected hardness against the hem, I pulled back to glance down, and her breath hitched against my ear. Beneath her thick layer of pudginess, I could feel something dense as I splayed my palm, and her eyes sparkled when I looked up.
“Happy Valentine’s Day… um- I’m… I’m pregnant…” My brows shot up at the sheepish whisper, and Gwen gulped as a nervous, little laugh hung heavily between us. “It’s- um- yeah… So…”
“S- Seriously?” Sputtering stupidly, I tore my eyes off Gwen’s face to look down, but I didn’t miss her nod. Blood pounded in my ears, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I tried to really comprehend those two, tiny words. “Wow- okay… uh- that’s… that’s awesome…”
I could barely hear my own voice over the roar, and I frowned under tightly knit brows. Pregnant… pregnant- pregnant… pregna- ahah! There’s a baby in there!
“There’s a baby in there…” My own murmur slapped me in the face, and I choked hard as tears welled in my eyes. “Wow… that’s amazing- this is great! You’re pregnant! I’m gunna be a dad! Holy shit!”
A strained laugh escaped me, rubbing my throat raw, and I grinned wide enough to send a sharp ache through my cheeks and down my neck. Gwen’s eyes boggled, and my heart throbbed wildly from the ecstasy that flooded my veins. Shivers raced down my spine, and I grabbed her face to kiss her before three more words sent prickles skittering up the bridge of my nose.
“It’s not yours-“ Jerking back, black spots appeared in my vision- or, maybe, the candle lights were just not doing their job well from the sudden drop in temperature. Gwen paled, tearing her gaze from mine, and my hand fell from her cheek to dangle over the side of the chair. “I’m sorry- I- I d-“
“Does he look like me?” Her head snapped up at my rasp, and my brain kicked into overdrive as words just poured out of my mouth. My tongue dried and was heavy, but that didn’t stop me from blurting out whatever popped into my head. “It’ll be easier to lie that way- if he looks like me, everyone will just assume it’s mine… It’s not like everyone won’t figure it out, now, though- I mean, we’re gunna do this together, so, obviously, we’re in a relationship, and-“
“What! Ryan- n- no… why do you say that?” The shriek made me wince, and Gwen tensed in my lap before ducking her head. Gingerly cupping her chin, I forced her to look at me, and a strange kind of calm swept through me.
Even though it’s not mine, it’s hers. It’s part of her. That’s enough for me.
“… I’m staying.” Her mouth parted in shock, and I nodded firmly as my own declaration rang in my ears. “I’m staying. We’re going to do this together, Gwen- I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. Not Tommy- not your parents or mine- I’m not leaving you just because there’s this little thing called genetics.”
Clicking her teeth when she snapped her mouth shut, Gwen blinked hard as determination solidified into a dense ball in my chest. Reaching around her to grab the bag sitting between the pillar candles, I moved in a daze even though my mind was sharper than ever.
Gwen was pregnant, and I wasn’t going to let the fact that she was ruin us. If anything, it was my fault for leaving for four months after pursuing her so aggressively. Having sex, being intimate, the way we were- so intensely- wasn’t something she could just drop because I had to hop on a plane to Hollywood.
After all, men cheat for thrill, and women cheat so they don’t feel alone- and, by that logic, it was my responsibility to handle this like a man.
“I got you this.” The little tag on the bag glistened with sparkles, and Gwen’s breath caught loudly. Reaching with trembling fingers, she opened the card, and my heart thundered hard against my ribs. “Happy Valentine’s Day- again.”
“Did you get this then?” Her voice wobbled, soft, a little hoarse, and I nodded before she sputtered a small laugh. “Be my Valentine- that’s so generic. You didn’t even sign your name.”
“I thought that what’s inside is more important than what’s on the card. Go ahead, Gwen- open it.” Excitement and apprehension flooded my veins as Gwen reached into the bag, and the rustling was overly loud in my ears. Holding my breath, I watched her face through narrowed eyes as surprise rose her brows. Pulling out a red bear with a heart bow- no more than six inches tall- she smiled as her tears started to slip down her cheeks.
“It’s s- so cute…” A mad grin stretched my lips, and I grabbed the back of her neck to pull her lips to mine. Our kiss was quick but hard, and she clutched the bear to her chest as a nervous chuckle escaped me.
“I- I honestly wasn’t sure what to get- you know, since we were at a weird stage. I went with something safe… which seems really ironic in hindsight…” The weight in the atmosphere dropped to seep into the tiled floor, and I heaved a massive breath. “Okay- let’s eat. We’re behind schedule.”
Gwen
“What do you think? Sexy- huh?” A light laugh burst from my throat as Ryan pulled some body-builder flex, and I nodded furiously. He was completely naked but for a pair of red and white striped boxers with kissy lips on them, and he grinned broadly. “I thought so.”
Sauntering towards me, Ryan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and fire licked my cheeks as he towered over me. My heart rampaged in my chest, and he held out his hand to crook his fingers. His seduction was so silly that it worked, and my core throbbed as my fingertips stretched along his warm, dry palm. Biting down on my bottom lip while he rolled up my shirt and pushed down my pants, my muffled giggle added a spark to his eyes.
“For Valentine’s Day, my parents always went dancing- without fail. It wouldn’t be right to not continue the tradition.” Smiling down at me, Ryan tapped a button on his cell phone before setting it on the back of the sofa. His sweetness seeped deep into my abdomen, and I closed my eyes as he wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me close.
Maybe it was the solemnness of the moment, or the way Ryan handled me so gently… But when classical music started to play, I jerked in surprise. His smirk widened when my eyelids flew open, and he squeezed me gingerly to him to duck his head. Gasping faintly when his lips brushed mine, I tensed as he rubbed my lower back
while we began to sway.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gwen.” Even though Valentine’s Day was months ago, I still accepted the sentiment; Ryan had obviously put a lot of thought into this. He had to have bought all of this stuff right after he left- or, maybe, before- and I tilted my head with a slight smile.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ryan.” Sighing in content, I rested my forehead against his sternum, and Ryan pressed his cheek against my crown. We only swayed, not even bothering to shuffle around, but it was perfect. His heart beat steady, strong, and I closed my eyes to savor everything about him.
“Do you know the sex of the baby?” Murmuring softly, Ryan squeezed me a little harder, and my baby bump pressed against his sharp, defined abdominals. “How’s it been?”
“I don’t… but- I have a feeling it’ll be a boy. It’s been… it’s been hectic, honestly. Construction is done with my restaurant, and I’m more on schedule than I thought, but… it’s been really hard to manage it all. I’m hoping to get open by the end of the month. I’ve already got my hires and stuff, and I have some competent cooks, but I have to train them all myself. At least, they’re exceeding my expectations- I got lucky.” My confession tightened my chest, and I nuzzled his bare chest as I pictured my restaurant from behind my lids. “They’re surprisingly good. I was worried, with the baby- but it’s been easing. If I can get open by the end of the month, there should be enough time to settle before I give birth.”
“It must help that you’ve done it before. I’m so proud of you, Gwen.” Pulling back, Ryan smiled tenderly as I blushed at the praise, and my heart stuffed to bursting. “I realized in Hollywood- how much it fucking sucks not being with you. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yeah-” Giggling at how backwards this all was, I gasped when Ryan ducked to grab my thighs and hoist me up to his chest. Kissing his lopsided lips, a moan escaped me as I ground shamelessly against him. My breasts ached, and he shuffled over to the wall separating the kitchen and the living room to pin me against it. Opening my mouth, a hard shiver raced down my spine at the taste of him, and my core throbbed.
The coarse hairs on Ryan’s chest tickled and taunted my nipples, and I cupped my breasts to squeeze. His hands kneaded my thighs, and the bulge in his boxers gyrated against my needy, leaking core. The friction from our sparse clothes burned my aching folds, and I reached down to fumble with the slit and pull out his cock.
“God- I missed you, Gwen…” Deeping our kiss, Ryan thrust into my hand, and goosebumps washed my skin. “I need to feel you-“
“O- oh-h-h-…” Moaning low and guttural as his voice, combined with the friction, set off a weak orgasm, I flung my arms around his neck to hold tight. Locking my ankles against the small of his back, my tongue collided with his, and he reached between us to peel my panties away. His hot, silky rod slathered my juices, and a whimper escaped me as the coil in my abdomen poised to release.
“Tell me to stop if it hurts or anything… I’ve never had sex with a pregnant woman- is this even safe?” Ryan’s concern touched my heart, and I nodded into our kiss as he thrust the head of his cock past my entrance. Stiffening, both of us gasped, and he braced his palm near my head as he gently sunk into my channel. My walls stretched after so long unused, and his harsh breaths dried my lips as his curls burned my clit.
“It feels so good- it feels so good-“ Whispering against his mouth, I grappled at Ryan’s sides as he pulled back to thrust deep and gentle, and I arched sharply. Pleasure flooded my veins, and I flexed my feet to keep myself from falling as I clamped down on his cock. Sucking in a sharp breath, soft moans and whimpers escaped me, and he ducked his head to kiss and lick my neck.
“You cum even easier, now-“ My eyes rolled back at the growl, and Ryan palmed my ass greedily as he set a steady, slow pace. Tightening around his length, I moaned when he thrust deep to grind his hips against my thighs. “Fu-ck…”
His thrusts weren’t even rough enough to jostle my body, but the emotion behind each tilt of Ryan’s hips was mind-rending. Kissing down my sternum, he buried his face between my breasts, and my nipples throbbed wildly as he teased them with faint brushes and tiny flicks. Caressing my walls, his cock rippled from how hard he was, and I dug my nails into his shoulders as another orgasm swept through me.
“A- hah-h- ah-h-h…” Sucking my nipple between his teeth, he rolled the pert bead with just the right amount of pressure, and shocks skittered just under my skin. Picking up his pace, he thrust a little harder, and my legs clung to his waist as wave after wave of rapture crashed into me.
“… You make the most beautiful face when you cum, Gwen.” My eyelids fluttered open heavily, and Ryan’s elbow hit the wall close to my head with a tremor and a thunk. So close, I could see the lightning in his cloudy eyes, and he kissed my lips hard without breaking rhythm. His fat cock reminded me over and over again what it felt like to be wanted, and his lips told me what he needed.
Me.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” The mumble tugged up the corners of his lips, and Ryan forced his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine. Moaning softly as his body gyrated against mine, I worked my fingers stiffly from his shoulders to cup his sharp jaw. His hardness to my softness- the truth slammed into me as another orgasm tore up my spine. “Oh-h- Ryan…!”
“I’m gunna fuck you nice and slow all night, Gwen… Happy Valentine’s Day, baby-”
Ryan
Kissing up Gwen’s creamy, thick thigh, I brushed my lips over her mound to crawl up a little higher. Her bump was almost unnoticeable unless I touched it, and I rested my cheek on the hardness to close my eyes. I could hear the baby inside her- the faint gurgle of her insides when it moved- and a soft sigh breached my throat.
I was terrified, but I’d bluffed my way into her pants- I could definitely fake my way through this, too. Hopefully.
“… Can I come with you to your next appointment?” Posing the question cautiously, I glanced up under heavy lids to stare at the soft lines of her jaw. Gwen felt bad, I knew; how could she not? I didn’t fault her for it, either, because it was my fault for leaving. Whatever happened between her and whoever else didn’t matter, and I’d stayed up while she slept to engrain that decision deep into my consciousness.
“Yeah. I have an appointment to find out the sex the day after tomorrow.” Lifting her head to look at me, Gwen gave a faint, sad smile, and I hoisted myself up to kiss her lips. Ours was a lazy kiss, and her knees clung to my waist as I slipped my tongue between her teeth. Grinding leisurely against her bareness, my cock twitched with renewed need, and I dropped onto my elbows to stroke her thick, brown waves.
“I’m sorry, Gwen- I’m sorry for leaving you alone. I’m sorry you had to go through all of this alone.” Surprised flashed in her doe eyes, and I reached between us to caress her bump. “I’m sorry about all of this.”
“Ryan…” The mumble plumed along my cheek and tingled the bridge of my nose, and she pursed her lips to exhaled through flared nostrils. “It’s not your fault- there’s no reason to apologize. I’m not young or dumb or ignorant, and whatever you’re telling yourself… it’s not true. I don’t want you to be with me- us- out of some misplaced sense of guilt.”
“It’s not guilt… it’s- it’s regret.” Sitting up on my knees, I raked my hand through my hair as Gwen’s brows rose, and a little, self-depreciative laugh escaped me. “I wish it was me- that this baby was ours- yours and mine…”
“How could you say that?” My cheek twitched against the urge to blurt out something I shouldn’t, and I sat back as Gwen struggled to sit up. Inhaling a shallow breath, I rubbed my jaw and neck roughly while my brain cooked trying to find a good answer. “Ryan- this is serious. This isn’t going to end- if you do this, your acting isn’t going to be the most important thing in your life anymore. At least, with my restaurant, I can hire a manager or two- you can’t have someone else act for you. You love acting… you can’t just give it up for no good reason.”
“You th
ink you’re not a good enough reason, Gwen?” Clenching my jaw at the sharpness in my tone, I frowned deeply as the surprise on her face deepened. Climbing off the bed, my legs forced me back and forth, and I rubbed my palms together as her concern rang in my ears. “I appreciate it, but I know what I said. I’m not 13 anymore, Gwen, and I probably can’t handle being a father- but who can, at first? I’m a mess- I get that- but I also found out yesterday- not three months ago. I’ll figure it out. And- if we have to- we can just go on a ton of vacations. Your restaurant will be huge, okay- I’m smart with my money, and I have a lot of it. I can take, like, a sabbatical- or whatever. It’s not a big deal.”
“How can you say that! How can you want this?”
Oh, my God- I just want to shake some sense into her. Rolling my lips between my teeth as Gwen balked, I rubbed my face with both hands as frustration welled in my chest.
“Because I want you, you infuriating woman- I’ve wanted you since… since you came back. And, for the record, I’m not content just fucking you, okay, Gwen- the truth is that I just want to be with you. I don’t give two flying fucks about whether or not this baby’s not mine- because it’s yours. Why can’t that be believable, Gwen? Why can’t you just let me tell you you’re beautiful without being surprised that I actually believe it?” Thanking God himself that I caught myself before I said something I couldn’t take back, I clenched my hands into tight fists by my sides. Gwen’s stunned silence weighed heavily on my shoulders, and she only stared, open-mouthed, a little pale, as I heaved a massive sigh. “If you doubt me so much, Gwen… why am I here? What am I doing? If you’re afraid I’ll leave you, then you wouldn’t trust what I say, anyway. So- tell me to leave, and I will…”
The strained demand roiled my stomach and soured my tongue, and I worried that I might vomit. Covering my mouth with my hand, I closed my eyes briefly as Gwen’s horrified gasp whipped across my cheek. Silence rang in my ears beyond the furious pounding of my heart, and I rocked back on my heels to fling my head back.