by Katy Kaylee
“What are you-”
But then I was bending her over, pressing that perfect, wonderful front against the bed of the copier. The light flashed, and I heard another paper being printed.
“Fitz, you’ve got to be kidding,” she said breathlessly, laughing ever so slightly. And I loved that sound, so damn much.
“Hey, it’s something to remember the moment by,” I answered before diving into her.
She clamped down around me as usual, a long moan drawing out of her throat. I stayed there a moment even though she wriggled against me like she wanted me already moving, letting my hands caress her.
They started at her shoulder blades then traveled down her warm, soft back. I could feel her tired, taught muscles in her spine before they faded into other parts of her. I continued down her sides, squeezing, taking handfuls wherever I could, until finally both of my hands were on that perfect, heart shaped ass of hers.
“Daddy, if you don’t move right now, I might actually go insane,” she gasped, trying to rock back against me.
“Is that so sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, guess I better move then. Can’t be ruining my favorite girl.”
I pulled back, only to thrust into her again and her resulting moan was just perfect. We went at it, skin on skin, pleasure on pleasure. My fingers big into her hips, her ass, finding purchase so I could pull her more solidly into me. But she never complained. No, as usual, she only begged for more.
It’d been far too long since we’d last tumbled, and the sight of her bent over the copier as it tried, and no doubt failed to scan her upper half was quickly getting to me. After perhaps only a couple of minutes of our frantic joining, I found myself reaching around her for that bundle of nerves that always saved the day.
When my fingers found it, it was swollen and slick and that made me throb like nothing else. Bev felt it, how could she not, and pressed back into me even more insistently.
“Give it to me, Daddy, please,” she whimpered.
She sounded so damn good when she whimpered.
“Are you gonna come for me? Right there on the copier?” I’d never been so mouthy in bed, but I wanted to hear her answer me. Prove that she was really there, and this wasn’t a fantasy. I wanted to hear her voice, even raspier from our actions, confess all the thing we could never say in polite company.
“Just touch me!”
I allowed myself a single bit of mirth at her desperate cry before my fingers did just that. They slid along either side of it, before rolling the bud between them and then she was crying out and locking around me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it,” I crooned, so proud of her, so full of pleasure that I couldn’t even think. “Just like that, sweetheart.”
I picked up my pace at the same time, knowing that soon her legs would be shaking, and we would both be hit by the exhaustion we had been denying. Her body gripped me, not wanting me to move, but I thrust into her until I was toppling over that white-hot abyss too.
I came so hard that I saw stars, and then we were sliding down to the grown together, a sappy, sated mess.
I didn’t know what possessed me to speak. Sometimes with Bev it was like my mouth or other parts of my body were three steps ahead of my mind. Still, I knew it was true when my lips moved, and words slipped out.
“I love you.”
I watched her face carefully, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead before practically melting against me.
“I love you too, now and forever.”
“Now and forever?” I repeated, totally and irrevocably under her spell.
“Yup.”
Huh, a guy could get used to that.
Epilogue
Beverly
“And here’s to the business woman who’s going to knock all of our socks off!”
“Here, here!”
Everyone raised their hand in a toast to me, but I just covered my face, blushing at the cheesy words from Fitz. Even after two years together, he was still as sappy as when we had first confessed just how much we meant to each other.
And I absolutely loved it.
I looked up at his face, smiling and laughing with the friends that we had made together. They were all here to celebrate me, or rather the company I made with all the clientele I had managed to build up in the past two years, but I had my own plans in mind for the night.
Fitz sat down next to me once more and I pulled him into a chaste little kiss. It was nothing compared to how I would hungrily devour him once we were home, but I’d learned to contain myself in polite company. Mostly.
He gazed at me so warmly when we parted that my cheeks color and our fingers wound together like we were school yard crushes. I didn’t mind though, it distracted him from everything as the waiters started serving the dessert that we had all ordered before the toasting began.
Just like I asked, they made sure everyone had their dish before Fitz, serving him last. I watched him from slightly as a single chocolate cupcake was placed in front of him with a white layer of frosting on top to make a flat surface. There were words on that surface, words that I had debated on using at all.
“This isn’t what I ordered,” he said to the waiter, but I squeezed his hand to cut him off.
“Are you sure?” I murmured. “Because I think it is.”
He looked back to me, confused, but clearly knowing something was going on. Finally, he actually looked at the damn things and read it aloud.
“Number one Dad,” he said slowly before chuckling slightly. He didn’t get it yet. “Hah, normally you prefer to call me Dadd-” he stopped mid word, his eyes going wide as his head snapped towards me.
He got it now.
“Are you-” he sputtered, too many words trying to get out of his mouth at once. “Are we- Is-”
I nodded, feeling happy tears well up behind my eyes. “We’re pregnant,” I confirmed, barely able to get the words out.
Suddenly he was hugging me. So warm, so tight, so loved. A cheer rounded the entire table and I could tell our friends were filming or taking photos, but for once I wanted our private moment to be recorded. I wanted to watch Fitz’ face from every angle and see the same joy that I had when he had realized.
He pulled away, looking me over like I was some sort of modern miracle, then peppered my entire face with kisses, tears and all. I laughed giddily at his ready affection before his lips covered mine and they told me just how much I meant to him.
And how much our child was going to mean to him.
I was breathless by the time he pulled away and I didn’t know if I would ever catch that breath again. But I didn’t need it. I had everything I needed right in front of me.
“I love you,” I whispered when we parted, foreheads resting against each other.
“And I love you. More than you could ever know.”
“Is that so?” I murmured, never passing up the chance to be a little mouthy with the man I was head over heels for. The man whose baby I was carrying. “I guess I’ve got a lifetime to figure it out then.”
“Yes,” he rasped, smiling so tenderly I thought I might melt right there and then. “Yes, you do.”
***The End***
Say Yes
A Valentine’s Day Secret Baby Romance
by
Katy Kaylee
Description
One perfect kiss just turned my upside down world right again.
I might as well have “Divorced” tattooed to my forehead.
The last time I was single, my brother and his best friend were still teenage twerps who couldn’t drive let alone drink.
The joke’s on me. Ryan grew up hot. And his perfect kiss just saved my life.
Teasing eyes. Tempting lips. Muscles that could stop traffic.
No wonder he’s a soap opera star.
My voluptuous curves melted against his hard abs, and the next thing I knew, I wa
s pregnant.
My little brother’s gonna murder him, but only if he finds out.
I’ve never been good at keeping secrets, and Ryan’s doing all he can to pry this new one out of me.
What happens if I tell?
The only thing worse than losing my family would be losing him.
Has love always been a four letter word?
Gwen
“You moved into this house in a single day? I can’t believe it… it took me two weeks to get everything unpacked when I moved.” Smiling faintly as my cousin pulled me into a tight hug, I only hummed at her question, and anxiety gnawed at my gut. “I love this house, though- it’s so quaint and cute. You did a good job nabbing it. It’s three bedrooms, too, right?”
“Yeah. There’s some food in the kitchen…” Shutting the front door of my brand-spankin’-new house, I let Kelly rub my back as her eyes flooded with sympathy. “I’m glad to be back home, honestly. San Francisco was taking its toll on me.”
“We’re glad you’re back, Gwen. I missed you.” Sourness coated my tongue as I licked my lips heavily, and I glanced over my shoulder at the two-dozen people lingering around my house. All of the faces were familiar, if only vaguely, and it hit me like a slap to the face that I’d been gone for 12 years. Friends that I’d fallen out of touch with caught up with each other; my parents kept at least one eye on me; my little brother had very clearly had a few beers.
There was a certain strangeness to it, now that I was older. What was normal, here? What should I do, now? Crossing my arms over my chest, I rubbed my cheek with the back of my fingers as I stared dazedly at the pristine carpet underfoot. This wasn’t a case of ‘picking up the pieces’; I’d left that shattered world behind when I sold my restaurant and moved back home.
Well, more accurately, when I first filed for divorce could’ve been the moment I knew that starting over was the better option. I hated San Francisco with all it’s stupid hills, stupid hipsters, stupid memories.
“I hate being a statistic.” Grumbling to myself, I shuffled towards the kitchen to grab a glass that had never been used from one of the top cabinets. The drone of conversations from the living room fell away some, and I popped open the refrigerator for the water pitcher. Leaning on the counter to sip my drink, I frowned under furrowed brows. This party was turning into a mistake- it wasn’t doing its job and distracting me from my train-wreck of a life.
Hindsight is a bitch. All of those warning signs and red flags flashed behind my lids when I blinked, and my chest tightened. Craig- Craig- Craig- why had I made a mistake as bad as Craig? Why was I foolish enough to think that we could be that couple that married right out of high-school and stayed together forever?
Most importantly, I think- why didn’t I listen to my mom? That was my biggest mistake, because everything she’d predicted had come true. I lost everything; even the parts of me that Craig had no business stealing, he had.
“Hey, Gwen.” Blinking hard at the deep, cautious tone, I glanced up from the edge of the island with narrowed eyes. Deep dimples cut into sharp cheeks, and I searched and searched my memories only to come up empty as to who held those steely, gray eyes. “You don’t seem like you’re enjoying your own party, hiding in here.”
“I’m admiring my own food… not that anyone’s eating it.” Grumbling around the rim of my glass, my lip twitched when the man smirked, and his muscular arms flexed as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. He’s pretty. I wonder if I’m related to him somehow… that’d be a shame.
That was a problem, being the oldest by a good chunk. I didn’t care back then about my cousins, so I could barely recognize them, now. Tearing my eyes off him, my frown darkened at the thought, and I almost forgot he was there. Propping himself next to me, he nudged me with his elbow, and tension zinged through me as he spoke up quietly.
“I don’t blame them. Everyone knows not to touch works of art… though, I’ve broken that rule a few times.” Roiling eyes met mine, and fire licked my cheeks before the nameless man spoke up again, a playful smirk gracing his lips. “So, you really don’t remember me? That’s a shame.”
“To be honest… I don’t recognize half the people here. Sad, isn’t it?” Taking another sip of my water, I watched over the rim of the glass as he shook his head.
“It’d be sad if I was related to you, but I’m not. Allow me to refresh your memory, then.” A strange sense of relief swept through me, and I perked up as he stepped away from the counter. “T-“
“Ryan, dude- what are you doing in here when the party’s out there?” Shock tightened my chest, and my eyes widened as a guilty, slightly annoyed look flashed across Ryan’s face. Sauntering over, my little brother flung his arm over my shoulders, and a small oompf escaped me as I stared dumbly between the two. “Let me tell you, Gwenny- I am so glad you’re back. I always hated that dick, Craig-”
“Tom!” The hard snap that whipped over my head made my brother tense against my side, and I rolled my lips between my teeth. Sending me an apologetic glance, Ryan grabbed Thomas’ arm to haul him out of the kitchen. Watching them disappear beyond a wall, I crossed my arms tight over my chest as memories flooded my mind’s eye.
Ryan- the last time I’d seen him, he was 14 years old; his voice squeaked constantly, and his limbs were too long for his body. He hadn’t started to get taller, then, and he was super self-conscious about his gangly stature.
Obviously, that’d all changed- I mean, of course it would. He’s… what- 25, now?
Dumping my glass in the sink, I made my way back into the living room to catch sight of him scowling at my brother. They were the same age, Ryan and Thomas, and I leaned on the doorframe to scan him through narrowed eyes. Lean, dense muscles roped around his arms, and his shirt strained against his chest when he ran his hand through his hair. Whatever he said was too soft for me to hear across the room, and I sucked in a sharp breath when his gaze flickered to mine.
“Gwen, honey…” The call broke our connection, and my eyes flew to my mom as she wobbled towards me on her cane. Her smile was bright, her wrinkles deep and face glowing with happiness, and she pulled me into a hug. “I’m so happy you’re back home… not why or how, but just that you are.”
“Thanks, Mom- I’m glad I’m back, too.” The automatic response earned me a hard look, and I blushed furiously as I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Ah- you know… thank you for not telling me ‘I told you so’… I should’ve listened to you about Craig. I’m glad I went to San Francisco, but marrying him was a mistake that you warned me not to make.”
“I would never say that, Gwendolyn.” The flames creeping up my neck intensified when my mom used my full first name; even now, at 30 years old, it was a little embarrassing, and she smiled to show off her dentures. “It’s not your job to listen to me, honey- it’s your job to acknowledge when I’m right. Craig was an alright man, but he wasn’t marriage material. He had such… lofty ambitions…”
“Yeah… I’m lucky, I guess, in that sense. It’s not like he was controlling or abusive or anything- he just expected a lot. In that way, I supposed I’m grateful to him. Things could’ve gone a lot worse for me in the divorce, and I didn’t have to share the money I got from selling my restaurant, which made things so much easier.” Even as the lie rolled off my tongue, my mom clearly didn’t believe me, but she let it slide with a pat on my shoulder. “Um- I’ve actually been thinking of restarting. It’s December, so it’s a great time to have the time to get ready for spring and summer, and statistically speaking- if I get a good place, the foot traffic along will be better than it was in San Fran.”
“You can do anything you want to, Gwen. As your father says- your life doesn’t really start until 35.” Chuckling at those wise words, I nodded, and my mom gave me one, final, pat before stepping back. “Speaking of- where is that old fool?”
“I think he’s in the basement helping Taylor set up the entertainment stuff… I may or may not have splurged a litt
le on, like, a man cave or whatever it’d be called for myself. Do you want something to eat? I made this steak wrap thing, and it was a huge hit at my restaurant.” Agreeing easily, my mother swept past me into the kitchen, and I glanced over my shoulder briefly. Ryan and my brother were both gone, and disappointment stabbed my chest.
I would’ve liked to look at him some more.
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