Baby's Daddy: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Aubrey Wright

“Oh god! I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m extremely aware of the fact that you’re standing naked behind me. I can’t think straight.”

  I rolled my eyes at the back of her pretty head. “Yet you’re still standing here.” I hissed through clenched teeth. My skin burned with the nearness to the one person who was cause for my rigid erection. My balls ached. They felt heavy and uncomfortable. My jaws were clenched as I waited for her to get out of there and end my misery. “The last thing I want right now is to have you standing here.” The bitterness in my voice shocked me.

  I almost resented her in that moment.

  The fact that she could turn me on with a smile didn’t sit well with me. She wasn’t really married to Brodey, and that was great news. Fantastic news. But she was still off-limits.

  Liv didn’t want me. Or did she? I didn’t get her games.

  If she didn’t want me, what the fuck was up with that kiss?

  Liv does want you. She just doesn’t want to want you.

  That frustrated me more.

  “Okay, I’m leaving. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Her words spilled over, hasty, rushed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t mean to be a tease, and I’m worried that it’s coming across like I am. I don’t know what I’m doing. Since you got here, I’ve completely lost my capability to rationalize and do the right thing.”

  Was she saying what I thought she was saying? “I’m not following you.”

  “I feel like you might be thinking that I’m toying with you. Kissing you and all.”

  “Says the woman who just walked in on me while I’m in the middle of taking a cold shower to cool my cock the fuck down. And now she won’t leave. Instead, she’s hell-bent on having a detailed, senseless conversation about the same damned thing that got me here in first place. Standing here underneath a trickling stream of cold water. Like a juvenile.”

  She stiffened. But she still didn’t walk out. “I’m upset with myself, and I feel like we really need to talk.”

  I felt like my head would explode.

  She turned her head slightly sideways but still didn’t look at me. “I think communication is the main problem we have.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I couldn’t believe this. “I can’t talk right now. I don’t want to. Communication. Games. Teasing. I can’t do this shit right now. You know why?”

  Silence. But her hand closed around the edge of the bathroom door to pull it shut. I assumed she was getting ready to bolt.

  “Look around you. This isn’t a goddamned therapist’s office. This is my dad’s bathroom. And let me tell you another reason why I can’t focus on a sane conversation right now.”

  I heard her draw a deep breath.

  “My biggest problem right now is that I’m horny as fuck. I don’t even remember the last time I felt like I’d explode from wanting a particular woman’s legs wrapped around my waist. I’m pissed at myself for wanting that woman. And sure, I would like to have a conversation to discuss the fact that we’ll never fuck, no matter how much I want you. But pardon me for not being able to do that when my dick is rock hard, pointing at that woman’s ass!”

  15

  Liv

  My fingers wrapped around the hot, hard heat of his cock. He jerked in my palm, and when I looked up, hot lust blazed in his golden eyes.

  I opened my mouth to speak but moaned instead. His mouth covered mine in a lock that stole the air from my lungs.

  There was no time for words, or thoughts, or sanity anymore.

  I squeezed the root of his cock gently, relishing the unrelenting granite underneath the satin covering. His mouth was urgent, rushed on my lips. His teeth cut gently into my upper lip. His mouth slanted to cover mine fully, and his palms roved up and down my spine.

  My mind shut down. I was underneath the showerhead now, my clothes slowly soaked through. My white T-shirt clung to me as his hands squeezed the sides of my waist before traveling upward. His fingertips dug into my breasts as he weighed them, squeezed them.

  My moan was muffled by his greedy mouth. His lips slid over mine urgently. As if he wanted to devour me all at once.

  I stepped back when he pushed me out from under the shower. My back slammed against the tiled wall. His mouth broke free of mine and the moan of protest I heard ringing out in the bathroom was my own.

  I could only look at his face briefly before his hands were at my waist, and his fingers hooked through the soaked fabric of my skirt.

  He yanked it down roughly, and his mouth landed on mine again. His stubble grated the side of my chin, my face. My skin burned, and I relished it. I’d dreamt about this. His tongue slid over my upper lip, soothing the sting his sharp teeth left in their wake. I clutched his biceps for balance.

  Everything happened so fast. I was a ball of unspent emotion and lust. All I felt was the hot need to feel him, his cock pushing between my legs, making room, stretching me open to fit his shaft.

  The sound of our hurried breathing, the water splashing on the tiled floor, sent me spiraling into euphoria. His strong hand dragged over the bare flesh of my thigh, and four fingers hooked into the waistband of my black lace panties. The snap I heard made me jolt. The lace broke against his fingers and fell around my ankles.

  “Jax!”

  I broke the kiss, and my head fell back as his fingers pushed between my legs, finding my pussy.

  My knees buckled, but his free arm wound around my waist, holding me against the wall. Two fingers slid into me, seeking every fold and hidden nub until I was gasping for air.

  “Damn you.” The first words out of his mouth were a pained hiss. “I want you. I want to be inside you.” His kissed me again.

  “Feel how wet you are for me?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. My nails dug into his shoulders and I looked at his face, our mouths an inch apart. “Oh yes.”

  I shivered as one long finger slid up inside me. It grated against the hidden spot that made a jolt ricochet throughout my body. Jax’s finger was unrelenting inside me. The pad of his fingertip slid over the fleshy spot hidden in my passage.

  “Finally.”

  My hands rushed up to clutch his hair. I grabbed the thick, silken strands in handfuls, yanking his mouth to mine as he pinned me against the wall. Pumping his finger up in me fast. A teaser to what was to come. I curled into him. My insides jolted in orgasm. It burst through me too fast.

  My skin sizzled. I opened my eyes, resurfacing as I shook, falling off the cliff of euphoric orgasm.

  I wrapped my arms around his massive shoulders as his arm wound around my waist. My feet lifted off the ground.

  I peeked at my surroundings and realized we were now in the bedroom. He had carried me there effortlessly. His taut hold made me feel tiny, so wanted, desperately craved. This sensational man couldn’t wait to fuck me. He held me like I was precious cargo. And when my feet touched the carpet, his hands slid over my ass, my spine, the sides of my breasts. My insides tingled as they waited impatiently for him to get the hell inside me.

  His hands cupped my shoulders, and he slid his rough palms over my shoulder blades to my breasts, down to clutch the hem of my T-shirt.

  He yanked it up above my head, flinging the wet garment away.

  I stood there, a soft smile playing at the corners of my mouth. This was it. I silenced the frantic voice in my head asking me what the hell I was doing.

  “I want you.”

  My words surprised me. His eyes flamed, and his jaw clamped shut.

  My eyes roved over his massive bare shoulders. Over the hard pecs, the flat brown nipples, and down to the rock-hard squares on his stomach.

  A hard V, sculpted out of muscle and leading to his cock, veined, hard. I reached for it as he unclasped my bra.

  It released my breasts, and they fell free in front of him.

  His hands tangled in my wet hair as he lowered me onto the bed. His heavy body crushed me, squeezing the air out of my lungs with his weight. I savored it. I didn’
t want to breathe if it meant letting go of this man. I loved him unlike I’d ever loved. Before him or after him. And I couldn’t imagine experiencing this molten mixture of emotion-mixed sexual need with another man on this planet.

  Call me stupid. Maybe I was stupid. Maybe I was an idiot for feeling like I did for Jax. After all he did. After what I knew he was capable of.

  This was a high. I was hooked. And I couldn’t function until I had him inside me.

  His knee nudged my legs apart. Hooking a leg around the back of his ass, I squeezed up into him. His shaft was like rock between my legs, the hard-veined strength of him dragging along the crevice of my pussy.

  My ear was hot and moist from his breath. His teeth nibbled my earlobe as he seemed to relax. The quick, hard rush of wanting and claiming was slowing down.

  His hand roved over me and clutched my breast. He trapped my nipple between his fingers and squeezed, twisting the sensitive peak. I clawed at his back to keep him where he was.

  The sheets were soaked beneath us, sticking to my back and legs. His mouth closed over the curve of my neck, his sharp teeth at my skin, trailing down my collarbone to the side of my breast in soft nibbles. The bites were my undoing. I closed my eyes and lifted my ass up toward his navel. His warm, wet mouth closed around my nipple.

  I clutched the hard, unyielding muscle in his hips then halted, and my eyes bolted open. “Protection.”

  Without missing a beat, he reached over me and grabbed his wallet off the nightstand. Breathless, I watched him wrench out cards and a few bills and smack them on the mattress in frustration before he finally got the condom out.

  A relieved chuckle escaped my lips as he tore the seal with his teeth and effortlessly slipped the condom over his thick cock with one hand.

  “Get inside me. I want you.”

  He shifted, reaching between our bodies to clutch the base of his cock. The head positioned at my pussy, he lunged in one swift thrust.

  “Oh!” It was too much. The hot warm enclosure of his mouth around my taut nipple. The rock-hard dick stretching me open to accommodate his generous girth. His hands underneath my shoulders as he pinned me.

  His mouth slipped along my nipple, elongating it, and his teeth nibbled deliciously as it did.

  His face was hard with passion. I barely recognized him. I clutched his face between my hands and pulled his mouth down to mine as he thrust deep inside me.

  Slowly. This wasn’t the Jax I remembered. The old Jax was rushed and frenzied in taking me. This Jax was taking his time. As if he wanted to savor every lick on my skin, and every inch of slick friction on the dick he’d buried in me.

  I wasn’t sure which version of Jax I preferred.

  He rocked in me. The heels of my feet rested on his clenching hips, digging into them. Every time Jax lunged, he took a second to grind in my very core. It made me moan into his mouth.

  “Liv,” he hissed. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m inside you again.”

  “This is where you should have been. You belong here.”

  My words shocked me. But I was wrapped snugly in the bliss of feeling his generous girth inside me again.

  The ridged head of his cock grated in me. The root of his cock brushed my swollen clit, over and over, buffing it.

  I clawed at handfuls of his hair, restraining his mouth to mine. My body craved more, and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts halfway. A sound that was part groan, part laugh erupted from his lips.

  He broke the kiss and leveled his eyes on mine before slamming his cock inside me, his husky groan resounding in the room. My back arched, and a cry tore from my chest.

  He thrusted with enough force to drive me higher on the mattress with every lunge. He murmured my name over and over. Almost reverently. As if he was as overcome with this torturous, insatiable lust as I was.

  My body shook in its race to orgasm, and my fingers twisted in his hair. “I’m going to come.” The words broke free from me in a gasp. My mouth was parched. I was there, the streaks of pleasure collecting in my limbs, tightening in a knot deep in my navel. I jolted beneath him as he jerked.

  His mouth claimed mine as he juddered over me. A harsh animalistic grunt resounded in the room, in time with the bursts of his lust leaving his cock.

  I lay limp beneath him, and as I looked at the roughened edges of his appearance, I thought I might sob at the raw, untamed beauty of him. The way his shoulders bulged. His biceps taut and swollen, the veins in his arms a beautiful, tangling vine. He strained to keep from crushing me with his weight. But it wasn’t just his body that gave evidence of his sexual satiation.

  A vein lined his forehead diagonally, pulsating. A muscle moved spasmodically in his jaw, and when he opened his eyes, they were dark and heavy-lidded.

  Slowly, he pulled his dick out of me. And even more slowly, buried it back up inside me.

  “Shit.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I relished the unexpected surprise. A chuckle escaped me, and I bit my lip to stop it. I cupped his jaw, lost in the tumultuous gold of his eyes.

  He looked pained, confused. I knew exactly why he felt the way he did. This was not where he’d expected to end up when he came to this shithole. But I could also tell that he did not want to be anywhere else but deep inside me.

  I stroked the hardened planes of Jax’s face, his tense jaw, trying to stroke the softness back onto his handsome face.

  He continued to rock inside me. Gently. And when his cock slipped out of me, I moaned in protest.

  Darkness clouded his eyes. I don’t know what happened, but I panicked. I wasn’t ready to let him go. The intimate connection gone, I reached out. My arms wrapped around his shoulders to keep him right where he was.

  I didn’t want the moment to end. I may have been confused, I may have been out of my freaking mind, but I was desperate to hold on to this moment a little bit longer.

  Jax was my indulgence. He was a mistake I could keep making over and over again, happily. No matter how much I suffered afterward. No matter how much pain came later.

  I had him. I didn’t want to let go.

  I love you.

  I stiffened, wondering if I’d said the words out loud. I thanked the gods when I deduced that I probably hadn’t. If I had, Jax would’ve made a run for it. It wouldn’t matter that this was his house. He would’ve bolted faster than Bolt.

  But despite my stubborn childishness in wanting to keep him, Jax shifted off me and onto his side next to me.

  I closed my eyes, hot, futile tears bursting to my eyelids. There was no happy ending to this stupidity. Jax and I couldn’t happen. The odds were against us.

  My eyes snapped open when his fingers tightened on my forearm. He pulled me closer, my back against his chest. He spooned my naked body, and his lips pressed into my hair. He inhaled deeply.

  I was scared to speak. Hell, I was scared to move. The only words that fought to escape me were the three words strung together in a phrase I couldn’t allow myself to say.

  “What the fuck are we doing?” He hissed into my hair.

  Relief. The warm gush of it made the tension evaporate from my limbs.

  “Let’s not think about it.”

  “That’s a good idea.”

  I bit the inside of my lip and clutched the arm that was wrapped around my chest almost fiercely, possessively. Our still-ragged breaths resounded in the room. I was wildly aware of his strong body behind mine, his semi-hard, still-wet cock pressed to my hip. I wanted him. I couldn’t stop wanting him. I’d always want him.

  He shifted, and I dug my fingertips into his forearm in an attempt to keep him there. It felt right to be there, with Jax, in his arms.

  I felt safe. And I hated it even while I reveled in it.

  I was strong and independent, and I had figured out a way to live life without this man. Sure, I loved him with a frenzy. Even though I hated to admit it, I liked feeling vulnerable and tiny next to him. As if I didn’t have to worry about the world or any of th
e shit in it.

  Jax was here. And I didn’t have to care. Because he had my back.

  My reverie was cut short as his free hand trailed over the dip of my waist, down the side of my hip, and over my thigh.

  His words were hot against my earlobe. “I want you.”

  The admission warmed my body. I closed my eyes as his breath rustled the hair at my temple. Biting my lip, I turned. I was going to take what I wanted. I had a buffet at my disposal, and this awkwardness was only hurting me. His eyes widened as I freed myself and splayed my hands across his chest.

  I pushed him onto his back and threw my leg over him then straddled his waist and started grinding my already pulsating clit against the fine hair that traveled down to his cock. With infinite slowness, I let my palms trail over his pecs, his ribs, and then I leaned over. Pressed my lips to his flat brown nipple. It tasted of a hint of salty sweat when I flicked my tongue over it.

  His indrawn breath was loud. I slid my hips lower, over his cock. It was rock hard again—that hadn’t taken long. I let it his cock slip forward as I hung over his navel and slid my pussy over the root of his shaft. The unrelenting stiffness of his cock grinding my clit just the way I wanted, I rocked over him.

  My eyes closed briefly, but his face was too hot to not look at. “Don’t say anything.”

  “Okay.” His reply was a bare whisper.

  Holding his gaze, I shifted, kneeling between his legs.

  “Oh fuck!” His grunt resounded through the small room.

  I lowered my head. My lips slid over the head of his cock. His fingers hooked my hair behind my ears. I closed my eyes, letting him watch me. I let his cock slip between my lips, awaiting the salty, familiar taste of his precum coating my tongue.

  As the head of his cock hit the back of throat, I fisted the thick root to squeeze precum out of him.

  I knew I was pretending.

  I was pretending this was my old Jax. The Jax I trusted, the Jax that hadn’t disappointed me. Or abandoned me.

  And I was fine with it. Just for a few hours. I was fine with living this lie.

  I wanted him too much to summon my sanity back from the dead. I didn’t want it back. At least not right away.