Buying His Baby: Baby Daddy University Book 2
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“On account of them being twins.”
“Exactly. It’s very deep.”
I look at the laptop. “Is this on TMZ?”
“Facebook.”
“Oh.” I bark a laugh. “Even worse.”
“I know. When did Facebook get full of so much crap?”
“Ever since they started trying to show us what they think we want to see, instead of just posting stuff chronologically.”
“Oh,” she says nodding. “Yeah. That’s right. That’s gotta be about the time it got awful.”
“I don’t even know why you’re on there.”
“I don’t either.” She closes the laptop lid and half turns toward me. “So. How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” I grunt, leaning back on the couch. “Is this a therapy session now?”
“Nope. Just one concerned friend looking after another.”
“Friend, huh.” I stroke my chin thoughtfully. “Interesting. We do some pretty dirty shit for just friends.”
She gives me a glare. “What else should I say? Fuck buddies? Weird sponsor slash sponsee fuck-fest pals?”
“That last one really rolls off the tongue.”
She laughs and hits my chest. I catch her wrist and pull her toward me. She falls forward, landing against my body.
I kiss her softly. She looks up at me, those beautiful eyes wide.
“Whenever we do this, I never stop to ask myself if it’s a good idea or not,” she says softly.
“I don’t either,” I admit.
“Why is that?”
“Because it feels too good to be bad.”
I kiss her again, this time lingering on her lips, feeling my whole body start to rise, my blood pump, my need for her build in every single inch of my skin.
15
Jenna
I let him pull me against his chest as I tumble into his kiss.
A million thoughts play through my mind. I keep wondering how he’s going onward, despite everything that’s been happening to him. I’m also happy that the interview with TMZ wasn’t that damning.
I honestly thought she’d say something so much worse. Instead, it looks like she walked back a lot of what she claimed before. Instead of him being a horribly abusive jerk, it just seems like a more difficult breakup than anything else. I don’t know how everyone is reacting to the story, but I’m really, really relieved.
Relieved enough that as soon as he kisses me, I can forget about everything but his touch.
It’s seductive, it’s mesmerizing. I have my own problems but even those disappear as his fingers trace a line down my back. He pulls the hem of my shirt up and over my head, my hair spilling down my shoulders.
He kisses my chest and neck. “This is why I didn’t want to be alone,” he whispers.
“Oh, yeah? You thought you’d get me undressed?”
He smirks and grabs a fistful of my hair, holding it tight. “I knew I would,” he says.
He kisses me hair and I moan into his lips. I roll my hips against him as I straddle him. I feel his hands on my ass and he kisses my neck, my chest. He unhooks my bra and teases my breasts, licking my nipples and gently kneading them with his hands.
I kiss him hard and bite his lip, losing all sense of anything but him. We’re only bodies now and the only thing I need is pleasure.
I pull his shirt off, kiss his neck, then drop down onto my knees on the floor in front of him. He stares down at me with eyes on fire, burning with passion. I unbuckle his belt and pull it off before taking off his jeans. I let them pool onto the floor then slide off his boxer briefs.
He’s rock hard already and I stroke him slowly. He reaches forward and teases my breasts before kissing me. I kiss him back then lean down and take his cock into my mouth. I suck him slow and deep, tasting his skin. I love the way he groans his pleasure as I take him as much as I can into my mouth and throat. I gag, but I don’t mind, and he doesn’t seem to either. He grabs my hair and pushes me down before letting me go.
I suck him fast, stroking him with both hands and sucking his tip as hard as I can. God, he tastes good and I want him right now so badly I can barely breathe. I want him to know that I need him, that I think about him. That he’s not just the guy that girl says he is, he’s something more.
He’s funny, gorgeous, talented. I’ve seen all his movies and I know how much he has inside of him. I want to tease it all out, taste him, every inch of him.
He growls and pulls me up, kissing my lips. “Fuck, girl,” he says. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Good,” I say, stroking him fast with my hands. “I want you to feel it.”
“I feel it,” he whispers.
I take his cock in my mouth again, sucking him faster, going wild. My spit rolls down his cock and he groans his pleasure. I’m so into it now, losing myself with his cock in my mouth.
But he pulls me back before I can go further. He stands me up and unbuttons my jeans, tugging them down over my hips. He kisses my stomach, my hips, until he gets to my panties. He pushes them aside and I feel his tongue lick me top to bottom.
“Wet already,” he whispers. “I knew you would be. You love sucking my big cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan as he teases me with his tongue. “I love taking your big dick in my mouth. I can barely fit it all.”
“You can’t even fit half,” he says with a smirk. “And you fucking love it.”
I nod as he pulls my panties off. When they’re on the floor, he grabs my hips and pulls me toward him. I straddle him again and feel his huge cock pressing against my pussy as I put my hands on the back of the couch.
He grabs my hair and kisses me as I slide back down along his shaft. He fills me, spreads me wide, gets himself in every inch of me. I moan into his kiss, amazed that he can even fit all over again.
I start to ride him, slowly at first. He kisses me, teases my body, licks my breasts. He cups my ass and spanks it, sending tingles down my spine. I love the way he looks at me, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing, like he loves it so much he can’t turn away. His fingers trail along my spine before he spanks my ass again, harder this time. I gasp and I know that’ll leave a mark.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he asks. “You feel that perfect bite of pain along with that pleasure.”
“I like it,” I admit. “I didn’t know I would.”
“I knew. I can see it in you.” He pulls me closer, bites my bottom lip. “You like just a little bit of pain to make everything that much sweeter.”
I start to ride him faster. I twist my hips, work my back, roll and buck and move. It feels so good and I make my own rhythm, my own pace, as his hands explore my skin. He spanks me, rough and firm, before teasing my nipples again with his tongue.
I can’t believe how good it feels. I ride him faster, taking more of his big cock deeper inside my pussy. I’m moaning now, nice and loud, not afraid of anything or anyone hearing. I just don’t care.
The only thing I care about is him, his big dick between my legs, the pleasure it makes me feel.
“I love tasting your skin,” he growls as he licks my nipples. “You’re like candy on my tongue, like sugar, sweet and perfect. I can’t help myself whenever you’re around.”
“That’s why you’re always trying to undress me,” I say with a moan. I can feel my skin starting to sweat.
“Damn right. Look at you, at your tight little ass and perky beautiful tits. I love these fucking nipples.” He licks me again and kisses me. “Your tongue tastes just fucking right.”
I moan and kiss his hair as he grabs my hair and starts to fuck me. He thrusts up into me and I ride him as he pushes harder. I take his cock deep inside, rough and unrelenting, and it feels like heaven.
He groans and pulls me up, rolling me onto my back. He pins me down onto the couch and kisses me as he slides his cock back inside, holding me down. I’m controlled and pinned but I wrap my legs around him as he thrusts deep inside my pussy.
“Heaven,” he whispers in my ear. “This tight cunt is heaven.”
“Don’t stop,” I moan. “Please don’t stop.”
He keeps fucking me, my breasts bouncing with every rough thrust. I grab his strong arms and marvel at the muscles all over his body. He pulls back, kneeling in front of me, and teases my clit with his thumb as he slides his cock in and out.
I moan and wiggle my hips against him. I’m so close, riding on that perfect edge of pleasure, ready to burst. I want more, need more, and I need him to give it to me.
He laughs softly. “You want to come on my big dick, don’t you?” he growls at me. “You want to come on my big, fat cock.”
“Please,” I groan.
He pulls back and turns me around, bending me over the arm of the couch. He slides his cock deep inside me from behind, filling me up. I gasp as he grabs my hair and fucks me hard and intense. I buck back against him, pushing faster, taking every inch of his cock. I need it all, everything, I can barely stand it.
He reaches around my hips and teases my clit with his fingers, working me, pushing me further and further. Pleasure is the only thing in my world right now as I take him. He pulls me back and kisses me over my shoulder, teasing my breasts, feeling my nipples, his hands roaming every inch of my skin before pushing me back down and fucking me.
He takes me savagely then. He’s like an animal, fucking me rough and deep. I push back against him, wanting it harder, deeper. I need it so badly. I gasp and moan his name, moan his name loudly, over and over. I can feel it building, reaching deep inside and I want it, all the release, all of it.
He growls and I know I can’t take it anymore. I come hard on his cock and he doesn’t slow down. He rips into me, fucking me harder, deeper. I come and nearly black out as I pant and gasp his name, sweat rolling down my skin.
He growls and roars his pleasure and keeps taking me from behind. He’s claiming me, I know he’s claiming me, and I want to give it all to him.
He pushes deeper inside my pussy and I feel him come. He fills me up with thick, deep spurts. I groan my joy as he comes inside me and I wiggle my hips, helping him along, wanting him to feel as good as I feel.
We finish together and I end up in his arms on the couch. We’re sweating and grinning like idiots, neither of us talking. We don’t need to say anything.
I look up into his handsome eyes. He leans down and kisses me gently.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he says finally, breaking the silence.
“I bet you are.”
He grins. “Please. As if you’re not getting just as much as I am.”
I snuggle against his chest. “Okay. Maybe that’s true.”
He hugs me tight against him and we’re quiet again. I can’t see his smile, but I know it’s there. I can feel it in the way he’s breathing, in the beating of his heart.
I know there’s a mirror image of my smile up on his lips right now.
16
Brady
I spend the rest of the morning in and out of bed with Jenna, barely pausing to do anything else but enjoy her body.
I make sure to turn off my phone, which is probably driving my agent insane. I’m sure he has a lot more to say since the last time we spoke, but I’m just not interested in this moment.
The only thing I want is Jenna, which is an odd feeling. Something I never thought I’d experience.
I take a deep breath and let it out before rolling over onto my back. Jenna’s lying next to me, a big grin on her face, her forehead sweaty from all the work I’ve been putting her through.
“I think I’m going to be sore for a week,” she says with a huge smile.
“Sounds like a good thing to me.”
She giggles a little and stretches like a cat. I can’t help but admire the lean, long lines of her gorgeous body and I feel that tight tingle in my fucking balls all over again. “God, I needed that.”
“Stressed?”
“Something like that.”
“Sorry to hear it.”
She cocks her head. “Did I tell you that I punched Morgan in the nose?”
I blink and stare at her before bursting out with laughter. “No fucking way.”
“Seriously. She came at me, stomped on my foot—”
“Stomped on your foot?”
“—and I just popped her in the nose. Yeah, she stomped on my foot then tried to kick me. It really hurt.”
“That’s insane!” I say, laughing.
“I just lost it, I guess. Punched her really hard, too.”
“What did she do?”
“She started bleeding then she ran away with Elise.”
“Holy shit. Did you break it?”
“I don’t know. I hope so.”
I grin and kiss her. “You’re crazy. I love it.”
“Thanks, but I really didn’t mean to. I’m not much of a fighter.”
“Oh, right. You’re more of a lover.”
“Exactly.” She smiles and kisses me. “Weirdest part was, Dean Trim saw the whole thing.”
I go very still suddenly, my heart beating fast. “What?”
“Yep, saw it all. He said he would consider it self-defense.”
“He’s not going to get you in trouble?”
“Nope. I thought he was going to at first, but he seemed more amused by the whole thing than anything else.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Okay. Okay. That’s good.”
She frowns at me. “Are you worried about me?”
“Of course I’m worried about you. That girl is only coming at you because you’re sponsored.”
“It’s not your fault she’s a total psycho.”
“No, I guess it’s not.”
“Relax. You don’t have to take everything so personally.”
I sigh and roll toward her. I kiss her with a smile on my lips. “Okay, fine. You win.”
“See? You don’t need to fight my battles for me. I’ve got a mean right jab.”
We both break up laughing and I finally manage to crawl out of bed. I pull on some boxer briefs before walking out into the living room to grab my phone.
“Where’d you go?” Jenna calls out as I turn it on.
“Just checking the outside world,” I call back.
“Oh, god. I forgot that existed.”
I’m smiling as my phone turns on. Ten missed calls, three voicemails, a ton of texts. I sigh and listen to the voicemails first.
Each one is from Vince and each one is slightly angrier than the last. I walk back to the bedroom and lean against the doorframe.
“I’d better call my agent,” I say. “He’s flipping shit.”
“Okay.” She pulls the sheets up tighter against her chin. “Don’t leave me here too long.”
“I won’t.” I smile and walk back into the other room again. I dial his number and he picks up on the first ring.
“Motherfucker,” he growls. “There you are.”
“What’s up, Vince?”
“I’ve been trying to get you all fucking day, you know that?”
“You’ve got me now.”
I can practically hear how red his face is right now. “Listen, you gotta come back to LA tonight.”
I frown. “I don’t think so.”
He practically growls like a feral dog. “Seriously, kid. I got you a meeting with Charlene’s agent. I think they’re gonna crack.”
I stand still for a second, not daring to move or breathe. “Her agent wants to talk?”
“After the interview broke and she basically admitted to making a bunch of shit up, I think she’s freaking out. Plus, I’ve been leaking word from a bunch of guys that worked on the set who
swear you never so much as touched her once.”
I work my fingers in and out, making a fist then relaxing it again. “And her agent wants to talk,” I say.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I think they want to fix this.”
I stare at the wall, thinking. My brain’s moving a mile a minute, but there’s one big problem.
“I can’t come,” I say finally.
“What the hell?” he snaps. “Of course you can come. This is your whole career right here. If you don’t talk to them, this might go south.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to talk. It’s just…” I trail off.
How can I explain that I can’t leave Jenna alone here again? If I go out to LA that’s at least a few days without her. She’d completely understand, I’m sure of it, but it’s more than just that.
Whatever’s happening between us is young and new and fragile. I’m afraid that if I walk away right now, all the trust and good feelings I’ve built up with her will evaporate like dust. I can’t risk losing her, not now, not when I feel like I finally have her.
“Kid?” Vince snaps. “Come on, talk to me.”
“I have to figure something else out first,” I tell him. “I want to come. I’ll try my best.”
“Brady,” he growls.
“Sorry. I’ll tell you more when I can.”
I hang up the phone before he can chew me out.
Vince does have one good point. If Charlene’s agent wants to meet, that means they’re worried about how the interview’s being talked about. But I don’t want to meet with her agent.
If I go to LA, I’m meeting with Charlene herself. Not her agent, her manager, her sister, her best friend. I’m meeting with her.
I take a breath and let it out.
All of this is academic, though. I have something more important to straighten out first.
I turn and head back to the bedroom. Jenna’s sitting up in bed, the covers slipped off her breasts. She’s looking at her phone, chewing on her lip absently. I stare at her perfect, perky breasts, her pink little nipples, her amazing mouth, and I know I’m making the right choice.