Mister Baby Daddy (Bad Boys in Love Book 3)

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  I snort. "I appreciate that."

  Walker's mom can be a little bit intense when it comes to ensuring that her sons find love. But I admire that. Coming from my background, with a mother who gives zero shits about what's going on in my life, I understand that Mrs. Kingston has the best of intentions even when her methods can be a bit intrusive.

  "Let me guess—you tried to make up some farfetched story about why I was at your house, in your shirt, and she saw right through you, huh?"

  He offers me a half-grin and a head shake. "Nah. I told her the truth."

  My eyes bulge a little. "You told her the truth? About the pregnancy thing?"

  He nods.

  My stomach gives a tight squeeze. "How did she take it?"

  He drops his head and chuckles. "She handed me my ass."

  "I'm sorry you had to face that alone." I lay my hand on his bicep, something I've done a zillion times over the course of our friendship. Except when I do it today, Walker's gaze snaps up to mine. It's stormy and hooded and intense. It wakes my nipples right up.

  Another trickle.

  He hooks his fingers into the belt loop of my short satin robe, and gently tugs me toward him. "Don't you apologize. You understand why we're doing this. I understand why we're doing this. I don't care what my mother says or what your girlfriends say or what the nosy fuckers say down at the grocery store. We don't have to justify it to anyone else. Right?" His eyes tell me he's trying very, very hard to convince himself that's true. As grumpy as he is, I know Walker never likes letting his parents down. I don't see the need to call him out on it, though. I feel too guilty about the trouble I've caused.

  "Right." I swallow.

  Walker's phone rings right then. He takes it out, stares at the screen and then frowns. Something in his tense body language makes me wonder who's calling. Is it another woman? He and I obviously haven't committed to exclusivity. Even though he's trying to knock me up he could definitely still date other women if he wants to. But—shit—would I be able to handle that?

  Before I can pursue that nerve-shredding line of thought, my friend silences the phone and impatiently flings it onto the counter. Then, his attention is back on me.

  "So, you're saying you have no regrets?” I ask.

  "No regrets, Penn. Not one..." He gets closer. He grips my waist. "And I'm gonna keep putting in work until you've got a baby inside you."

  Tingles rise from my toes, all the way up my thighs. "Shouldn't you be on the farm right now? You're going to be late..."

  Late for what? I don’t even know.

  He half-smiles. "I'm the boss, Princess, and there's nowhere I'd rather be right now than buried inside you."

  I'm still reaching for excuses. "I have a shift in two hours..."

  "I'll be quick," he promises.

  I laugh. "That, right there, is terrible marketing for your services, Big Man. I'm not sure 'quick' is a good thing."

  His stubble grazes my cheek when he whispers into my ear. "You know from experience it doesn't take me long to get you there.”

  Another trickle.

  "Past performance is no guarantee of future results," I sass.

  Walker chuckles but it fades quickly and is replaced by a hungry tone. "Stop fucking around, Penny. Are you serious about making this baby or not?"

  "Very serious.” My voice is a breathy squeak.

  "That's what I like to hear."

  Forget the trickles. By this point, it’s a plain-out downpour.

  He bends and his mouth gently brushes across mine. My lips fall open when I moan. His tongue is soft and velvety and electric when it sweeps through the narrow gap. He's teasing me again. And I just can't take it.

  I fling my arms around his neck and pull him close to me, instantly falling into the kiss. He hoists me up into his arms and my legs wrap around him. He lets out an aroused grunt and spins to drop me onto the kitchen counter. My pile of glossy magazines and coupon clippings scatter to the floor. I don't care. I’m too busy rolling my hips against him as his cock grows hard against my belly.

  Now, his hand is in my hair. He grabs a fistful of the tangled silk and he tugs my head back. The man kisses me with so much hunger it almost scares me.

  And I should be scared. Because I can already tell this is getting dangerous. For years, I've been on the brink of insanity for Walker and now, with each kiss, I inch closer to the edge.

  Are you sure you know what you're doing, girl?

  I pull back from the kiss and stare up into his eyes.

  “I still can’t get over how soft you are,” he whispers, his fingers moving beneath the satin fabric of my robe, travelling over my skin. When I don't respond, he stares at me. "What is it?" he asks, his lips wet and soft from our kiss.

  I swallow before I make my request. “Tell me you won't sleep with anyone else. Not while we're doing this." I rush out my explanation. "Just because, we're unprotected. I'm just trying to be safe. I'm not trying to be a cock blocker and I definitely don't want to ruin—"

  "That won't be a problem." He doesn't hesitate.

  "It won't?"

  There’s a boyish look on his face. He chuckles ironically, like he’s ashamed of his next words. “Penny, I can't even remember the last time I fucked another woman.” His eyes are earnest and sincere. “And right now, my focus is on you. Only you." Cupping my jaw, he tastes my neck. "And I don't want you dating other men right now. I need you to focus on me."

  I laugh. "That won't be a problem. I haven't been with a man in ages."

  His head snaps up. My attention locks on his heated gaze.

  Shock fogs his dark eyes. "You haven't?"

  My voice goes somber as my heart rate picks up. "It's been so long, Walker. So damn long since anybody else has touched me…”

  The man reacts like those words are everything he's ever wanted to hear. His lips take mine again. But this time, he pours himself entirely into the kiss. He tastes me with a fervor that has goosebumps exploding across the surface of my skin, and I'm helpless in his arms.

  Effortlessly, he scoops me up and now, he's hurriedly carrying me in the direction of my bedroom. His lips continue to roam my flesh.

  I thrust my hips against him and whimper. “I need you inside me, Walker. Please."

  He bites my neck. I groan. He bursts into my bedroom. He lays me on the mattress and reaches behind him to pull his shirt over his head. The sight of his bare, muscular chest has the wires in my brain all tangled up. He drops to his knees.

  Shit—he's going to eat me again.

  His palms move up my thighs, spreading me open for the taking. He starts at my belly button and kisses a path downward, over the lace of my thong. My pussy clenches and my toes curl on air and wetness pours out of me like a river.

  I try to play it cool. “Jeez—you really like going down on me.” I flex my hips against the mattress. “You do realize that's not how babies are made, right?”

  Walker chuckles as he slides my soaked panties aside and slowly dips a long, calloused finger inside me. “Don't make me feel bad about it. I just love the way you taste.” He spreads my wet, quivering lips apart. “You’re goddamned delicious, Penny. You taste like a scoop of heaven. I could eat this yummy pussy all day.”

  Fuck, I love it when he talks like that. I’m moaning and writhing, practically melting on his fingers.

  Still, I'm scared, dammit. Scared that this little game of ours will leave me raw and strung out and completely ruined. How will I survive having this man's child all while knowing that I can't have him, that we can't be together?

  My apprehension must be visible on my face. Walker’s eyes hook on mine. "Come on, Penn. I know we're trying to have a baby but that doesn't mean it can't be fun." His handsome, smirking face disappears between my legs.

  I hold my breath because there’s nothing fun about knowing your heart is about to be ripped to shreds.

  At the first hot swipe of his tongue through my folds, a quiver shakes me from top to bott
om. I nearly lose my mind. All my objections vaporize.

  I feel his lips, his hands, his tongue. He's stroking and licking and tasting. He's thorough, meticulous, punishingly playful. Meanwhile, I'm struggling to breathe, struggling to hold back my shouts. A fiery wave of pleasure sweeps in and I crumble like a sand castle. I collapse onto the mattress like an orgasmic pile of wreckage washed ashore.

  Damn, I'm corny and I know it. But that's what Walker does to me.

  He drops his jeans and boxers then crawls up the bed, putting kisses along the length of my body. I lay my palms on his muscular thighs and coax him until he's standing upright. I sit on the edge of the mattress and take his thick shaft into my hand.

  The man growls as I bring my lips close to his throbbing crown. "What are you doing, Penn?"

  I drag the flat of my tongue along the spongy flesh, swiping through his salty precum. "Let me taste you, Walker. Fuck my mouth." I stroke his length.

  A shiver moves through him. "Dammit, Princess," he groans, gathering my hair up and wrapping it around his fist. "Just when I thought it was impossible for you to get any hotter."

  I grin and he slides his cock across my tongue. At the next burst of his precum, something breaks loose in me. A hunger, a primal need for satisfaction. I suck him. I go hard. I'm wild with passion.

  Walker grips my hair and drops his head back, his hips bucking as I work my mouth. I know he's holding back, he's clinging to control. But I want him wild with me, wild for me. I draw my hands up the backs of his thighs to grip his ass and press him closer to my face.

  That's when he loses his shit.

  His cock slams into my throat, again and again. I swallow his shaft to the hilt.

  I'm such a liar.

  We're both fucking liars. Trying to convince ourselves that this is necessary...

  None of this is strictly necessary. The kissing, the touching, the foreplay. None of it is strictly necessary for the task of making a baby.

  This shouldn't be about pleasure. This isn't a physical declaration of love.

  This is about human reproduction. Pure and simple.

  It's supposed to be clinical, sterile, impersonal. Just like they taught in high school Biology class.

  But I am all in. Body, mind, spirit. All of my fucking heart. I try to detach my emotions from the physical act taking place. But I can't. I am so very fucked.

  "Jesus, Penny. Fuck." I look up at him and it's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. My beautiful beast losing control for me.

  He pulls my hair at the roots and I feel it in my nipples. I groan deep and Walker shudders when the sensation ripples through his cock. His knees falter. His balls tighten, like he's about to come. I need his cum inside my pussy.

  Urgently, I grab his narrow hips. All it takes is a slight pull and he collapses on the bed. That's when I grab his dick by the base, climb over his body and slide down his cock till he's filling me to the hilt. He lets out the ferocious roar of a wild animal.

  Walker is beneath me, a prisoner to the pleasure I'm giving him. He plays with my breasts, rubbing my nipples, goading me on. I ride the fuck out of him.

  He palms the back of my head and jerks me close so that my tits are squeezed against his muscled chest. He kisses me, hard and dirty, amplifying the dizzying sensations coursing through my system.

  I always knew it. I always knew he'd be rough and demanding and passionate. I knew he'd be the kind of lover who'd get lost and draw me deep into the wilderness right along with him. Even from below, he's a fierce, territorial alpha inside me, dominating. Taking what he wants while giving me exactly what I need.

  He fucks me from below, whispering filthy shit into my ear. “Your pussy is so wet and tight and hot. It’s fucking perfect for me…I know you like how this big dick stretches you out. You’re fucking dripping on my cock…That’s it. Ride me hard, Princess. Take what you need.”

  I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out. My skin is hot and tight all over. Sensations rush through my limbs. The muscles tighten at my core. "I'm about to come," I groan in a voice I barely recognize.

  His fingers run up the front of my throat with just enough pressure to make my clit feel like it might explode. "I'm gonna fill you up, Princess. I'm gonna come inside you and fill up your pussy with my seed. You want that? Tell me you want that."

  "God, I want that."

  He detonates inside me, his seed exploding into my throbbing channel. He stiffens and groans as his cock jerks madly. And I couldn't hold out even if I wanted to. I'm coming so hard, shaking the walls with my shouts.

  The man holds my face in his hands and watches me with fascination. "Look how pretty you are," he groans. "Look how pretty you are when you're coming on my dick."

  When I collapse, he catches me against his chest. He holds me to his pounding heart. A thick, glittering emotion fills the room.

  I bury my face against his warm pecs, trying to hide from a truth that's blindingly clear. This is so much more than we bargained for. I wonder if he can feel it, too.

  27

  Walker

  I’m in the back corner of the barn, the part that’s covered in hay that someone forgot to sweep. I’m trying to get an ancient tractor to start. The transmission went out in our newer rig, and while I’m still deciding whether to repair it or simply replace it with something more reliable and energy efficient, my team and I can’t just be sitting ducks out here. We’ve still got shit to get done.

  I try to keep my focus on the task at hand, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Penny.

  It’s been a couple weeks since that night she showed up at the cabin unannounced. From then, we haven't spent one night apart. Sometimes, I'm waiting in the parking lot with my dick hard when she finishes her late shift at the bar. On the nights when her shift gets cut short, she shows up at the cabin in those short dresses of hers and in a matter of minutes, I've got her pinned down on my bed. We've spent so much naked time together that, by now, I can point out every freckle on her body with my eyes closed and Penny jokes that I'm developing abs on my tongue from licking her so much.

  We keep telling ourselves this is what we have to do. It’s just a part of the process. The more sex, the higher the chance that she’ll get pregnant. I may not be a fertility expert, but that logic sure makes sense to me.

  I could complain about my exhaustion but trying to knock up my best friend definitely hasn't been a chore. The truth is, these past few weeks with Penny have been the best moments of my existence.

  So what if I’m enjoying all this hard work? I’m pretty sure she is, too.

  For years, I wondered what it would be like to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her. But none of my fantasies even came close to the reality of getting to enjoy Penny Merlini's body in real life. And to be completely honest, it's not just the sex I'm addicted to. It's the cheek-splitting grin on her face after I bring her to orgasm. It's the way she tugs the blankets all for herself and curls up against my side in her sleep. I like seeing her in my bed first thing in the morning. I like when she ambles into the kitchen at the break of dawn and perches on a stool to watch me make my coffee instead of just sleeping in.

  I'm addicted to her.

  I'm starting to rely on her companionship. I mean—we've always been friends, but this space we're in now feels different, better, intimate. I never realized just how much I'd been craving that type of connection.

  Would admitting that out loud make me lame?

  I keep trying to remind myself that Penny is only doing this because she wants a baby. Getting her pregnant should be my sole focus, too. But I'm slipping. Every time I kiss her, every time she puts her hands on me, I feel my control slipping more and more.

  I sort of wish I could talk to someone about this. Back in the day, I'd go to Eli but my brother is currently occupied being a convicted felon and all. When it comes to Cannon and Jude, I'm not desperate enough to discuss this with either of those two jokers. I would turn to Dad but I can't because he wa
rned me that these feelings would crop up and I didn't listen. As for Ma, she says she's not mad at me but ever since she practically caught Penny and me with our pants down, she's been giving me the cold shoulder.

  So, I guess I'm stuck trying to figure out this confusion and frustration on my own.

  I’m bent over the top of the tractor, pouring in just a bit of water to see if the radiator is running right, when my phone rings in my back pocket. My heart rate picks up and I secretly hope it's Penny calling. She's working at my house today. About an hour ago, I left her at the kitchen table, listening to loud pop music, wearing some curve-hugging leggings and one of my old shirts as she sews colorful new casings for the living room cushions on her little sewing machine.

  I love seeing her at work on my remodeling. For years, I only got to see the primped and preened and dolled up version of her. But there's something sexy about the sweaty, messy, focused side of her, passionate about bringing her dreams to life.

  Anyway, I'm grinning as I reach for my phone. But when I glance at the screen of my device, it's Bert Peters calling me. Again. Instantly, a filthy feeling covers me from head to toe, strangling my good mood like it does every time he calls. And lately, he's been calling often.

  I'm sick of this shit.

  Every few years, he pops up out of the wood work, causing trouble in my life. I just want to put an end to this crap once and for all. So, I accept the call.

  "Some assholes really can't take a hint, huh? I figured that ignoring your previous ten thousand calls would have gotten the message across. I was wrong."

  His words come out fast and desperate. "Walker, please. I’m in town for a little while. I just need a few minutes to talk. Please."

  I grip the device so hard, I'm surprised it doesn't snap. "We have nothing to talk about so don't you fucking call me anymore."

  “This time, I’m in real trouble. Walker, hear me ou—”

  I end the call and drop my phone onto the dashboard.