by London Casey
Just staring at us.
Clyde still had no idea Cole was there.
He had no idea who Cole was.
Even I had no idea who Cole really was.
One second he was yelling at me to get his coffee. The next second he was trying to bring me tea to help my morning sickness. One week he acted like I was invisible and far from pregnant. The next week he was busting into the apartment acting jealous because I was going out on a date.
“Is your meal okay?” Clyde asked.
“What? Oh. Yeah.”
I realized I had been kind of poking at the same ravioli for a minute or so.
It looked like a pasta crime scene now.
“I have to ask you something,” Clyde said.
“Okay.”
“The milk.”
“Milk?”
“The milk,” Clyde said tilting his head. “You know what I mean…”
“What…”
“The breastmilk,” Clyde said. “It’s arrived. I can tell by the shape of your breasts. But is it… coming out?”
“Uh…”
Before I could answer, Cole stood and lunged forward.
He grabbed Clyde’s shoulder and he pulled him to his feet.
I stood up. “Cole…”
“What is this?” Clyde asked.
Cole spun Clyde around.
“Did you just ask her about her breastmilk? And her breasts? Are fucking crazy?” Cole growled at Clyde.
“I want to speak to your manager,” Clyde said.
“Here he comes now,” Cole said.
Cole stepped back and swung.
He punched Clyde in the jaw and Clyde fell to the floor.
“Find some other pregnant chick to hit on,” Cole said.
“Cole!” I yelled.
He looked at me.
I felt everyone staring at us.
The wait staff and management were on their way.
“We better go, Maya,” he said.
“I didn’t even get to eat,” I said.
Cole grabbed both plates of food and rushed toward the front of the restaurant.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
I ran after him.
“The ravs are pretty good,” Cole said.
He carried both plates of food down the street, into a car, and when the car stopped at a random spot, he carried the plates out of the car and up a hill to where we were sitting right now together.
He ate the rest of Clyde’s food while I ate my own.
The raviolis were a little cold by then but still delicious.
I put the plate on the ground and looked at him.
“Don’t say anything,” he said.
“How can I not?”
“You went on a date with some guy with a pregnancy fetish.”
“You were at a bar trying to pick up some half-drunk woman.”
“That wasn’t my intention, Maya,” Cole said. “And I didn’t even…”
“What? Only because I called you.”
“There’s one more breadstick,” he said, changing the subject. “You should eat it.”
“Why? To feed the baby? So I get fat?”
“No,” Cole said.
He looked forward.
I noticed the stars gently twinkling.
It was kind of a rare thing to see the stars in the city.
“So is this where you bring women to seal the deal?” I asked. “To throw some cheesy lines at?”
“If need be, yes,” he said.
“What was the point of all that, Cole? Do you really want to keep me hidden like a bad secret? Do you really want to control me in and out of the office?”
Cole set his attention on me.
Instead of answering me, he leaned in and kissed me.
His lips gently touching mine at first.
Then came his left hand.
Stroking my cheek.
His lips parting my lips.
Our tongues touching and swirling together for a few seconds before Cole closed his mouth and pulled away.
“It made me jealous, okay?” he confessed. “I want to figure this out. For both of us.”
“Oh, this is the sex talk,” I said. “You’re looking to get laid.”
“And you’re not?” Cole asked.
I stared into his eyes.
Fuck, he was gorgeous.
And he was built like a rock.
And he knew how to fuck.
And he knew how to touch and taste me.
“I’m not some leftover woman,” I said. “Or your second choice.”
“Of course not, Maya,” Cole said. “I would never do that to you.” He waited a few seconds, then he grinned. “So… do we have a deal…?”
I didn’t answer.
Cole moved his left hand from my face to my stomach.
I put my hand to his.
Right on cue, I felt the baby actually kick hard for the first time.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cole
I took the long way back to my place to give myself a chance to think.
Once inside the super fancy apartment, I poured myself a drink just to ease my nerves.
Then I got changed and left.
Another car ride through the city and I ended up at the other apartment that was mine.
Well, Maya’s apartment.
I opened the door and found the place quiet and empty.
“Maya?” I called out.
Two steps later, I saw the light from under the bathroom door peeking out.
I hurried to the bathroom door and before I could open it, she did.
When she saw me, she screamed.
I started to laugh at the screech of her scream, but something came flying at my head.
I felt a thud and I stepped back, putting my hands up to protect my face.
“Maya!” I yelled. “It’s me! You knew I was coming over!”
“Cole?” she screamed. “What the…”
She gasped for a breath.
I stood outside the bathroom and noticed she was in nothing but a long, thick, black towel.
Her hair wet, resting against her shoulders. Tiny droplets of water trickling from the ends of her hair down her chest, quickly absorbed by the towel.
“Are you okay?” Maya asked.
“I’m fine. What did you throw at me?”
“A bar of soap,” she said.
I looked at the floor and saw the white bar of soap.
I picked it up and handed it to her. “Note to self… bars of soap hurt.”
“It’s a fresh bar,” she said. “It was the first thing I could grab.”
“I was kind of hoping that towel was going to fall off though,” I said with a grin.
“Oh, please, tell me this isn’t your fetish. Creeping up on someone and catching them naked and then fucking them. I can’t take anymore weird stuff, Cole. Okay? Bad enough I had to deal with that pregnancy fetish guy.”
“My only fetish is you,” I said.
“That makes no sense. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Maya put the soap on the sink and started to shut the door.
I put my hand out and stepped into the bathroom.
“You better not be getting dressed,” I said.
“What?”
“We had a deal, Maya. Right?”
She looked at me, eyes wide. “Uh… yeah… I mean… I thought you were just saying that…”
“Enough talk,” I said. “Let me prove it to you, love.”
The bathroom was still steamy and smelled of her soap and shampoo. Just like when she went out on that date. The smell brought back that fresh memory of seeing her sitting with another man. How possible it had been, and still was, that she could end up with someone else.
I wasn’t going to let that happen.
I kissed her with passion and need.
My hands touched her face, but only for a second or two.
There was so much more of her body to explore.
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sp; As soon as I touched the top of the towel, I sucked in a breath and began to kiss her neck.
Maya took a deep breath and gently groaned.
All that did was make my cock ache for her.
I opened the towel and in one motion it crumbled to the bathroom floor.
She was fully naked in front of me. All for my taking.
My lips peeled from the top of her chest and I stepped back so I could look at her.
“I hope you know how beautiful you are, Maya,” I said.
Her hands looked like they were shaking as her face turned red.
Her belly was perfectly round and pushing forward.
Something in my head suddenly clicked. There was a baby in her belly. A baby that I made. A baby that we made.
I stepped closer to her again and my hands touched her belly, but quickly slid up to cup her full breasts. She was warm and soft and tasted the same. I kissed her left nipple first. My tongue swirling in fast circles, flicking at her nipple just to hear her groan.
With my other hand, my thumb caressed her other nipple.
I moved my mouth there next, my teeth grazing her firm nipple, teasing as I bit and pulled.
“Cole,” Maya purred.
“Does it hurt, love?” I whispered.
“They’re tender,” she said. “But keep going. It feels so good.”
I thought my knees were going to fucking buckle.
Hearing her talk like that…
I gritted my teeth and began my descent down her body.
On one knee before her, eye level with her stomach.
But I wasn’t there to look at her stomach.
My hands touched her hips and I turned her, letting her lean against the sink.
I slipped my right hand between her legs and with one swipe, my fingertips were soaked.
“Oh, fuck, love,” I growled. “You’re soaked. And I’m so thirsty…”
I moved forward and her sweetness blanketed me as my tongue ached for her.
The second my tongue slid along her pussy, that was it for me.
I was addicted once again. Just like that night in the cabin.
“Open your legs more for me,” I commanded.
Maya lift her right leg a little as she opened for me.
I put my hand to her inner thigh and held her right there.
Her pussy bloomed right before my eyes.
I tasted all of her sweet skin, the tip of my tongue memorizing her, now that I was sober this time. I moved to her tender clit and suckled it the way I had her nipples.
Maya grabbed my hair and let out a loud groan.
“Right there,” she said. “Don’t fucking move, Cole.”
“Tell me you need to come,” I said as my breath tickled her clit. “Right now.”
“Cole… please…”
“Tell me you need to come,” I growled.
“Oh, fuck, I need to come,” she said. “I need to come right now. I’m sorry it’s so quick, but…”
I turned my head and latched onto her sweet clit one more time.
Maya’s hips thrust forward and she let out a cry of relief.
She began to come with beautiful force, her hips driving down at my mouth.
There was a second or two when her legs tried to close, but I wasn’t going to allow her to sneak away and leave all this pleasure behind.
Instead, she jumped up to the sink and kept her legs open for me.
Her right hand digging into my hair. Her left hand grabbed the front of the bathroom sink for balance.
Each time her body pulsed, she cried out.
Her voice bounced off the bathroom walls, echoing throughout my entire body.
I finally slid my tongue down and lapped up one more time.
I took a deep breath myself.
Maya was perfect.
I slowly kissed over her clean-shaven mound and to her belly.
I paused for a second, remembering she was pregnant.
“Cole?” Maya whispered.
“Yeah, love?”
I looked up at her.
“Will you take me into the bedroom and fuck me?”
The words were everything I needed to hear.
I stood up, touched her hips and pulled her from the sink.
“Of course I will, Maya.”
I lowered myself down to her body and felt her warmth and wetness engulf me.
My cock was so swollen, I gritted my teeth, telling myself there was no way Maya was going to be the woman that had me thrusting once and coming.
As I welcomed myself to her, she arched her back and grabbed for the pillows on the bed.
Her breasts pushed up and at me, looking as delicious as ever.
I dipped my mouth down and kissed her breasts one at a time.
I gave one more thrust and buried myself to the hilt.
I paused for a few seconds, feeling her squeezing against me.
When I started to pull back, Maya lowered her back to the bed and looked at me.
“It’s so good,” she whispered.
“Yes, it is, love,” I whispered back. “Fuck. Yes, it is.”
I started slowly and loved her body.
My hands traveled up and down her body, memorizing her curves, knowing that each time I touched her, she would feel different.
Things were changing and would keep changing.
I groaned and thrust forward at her again.
Maya whimpered and grabbed my shoulders. “Harder, Cole.”
“Oh, fuck, love… I don’t want to hurt you… or…”
“I said harder,” Maya groaned.
Her eyes met mine.
I hovered over her, my hands seeking comfort on the bed now.
Maya moved her hands to the back of my arms, hooking her fingers to my triceps muscles.
I curled my lip as I stared at her.
I began to move harder. Then faster. Then harder again. Each thrust deeper and more thorough than the previous one. Every inch of my cock teased and tortured by her perfect body.
“Yes,” Maya whispered. “Like that. Don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop.”
I lowered down and my lips were an inch from hers.
“Come with me, Cole. Please come with me…”
Now she was the one calling the shots?
I kissed her and fucked her until I came.
And just like she wanted…
We came together.
She was cradled in my arms and I thought she was falling asleep.
“Cole, are you staying here?”
“It’s my apartment,” I said.
“Right. You control everything.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“I’m half joking,” Maya said.
“Do you want me to stay?”
“It’s your apartment,” Maya teased.
I laughed.
I kissed the top of her head.
My right hand moved from her shoulder down the back of her arm and back up. Then I moved my fingers to her back.
I watched the way her skin tightened with goosebumps when I hit certain spots.
Maya finally fell asleep.
I was wide awake.
She moved away from me on her own, so I took the chance to sneak out of the bed.
I covered her up and found my jeans and put them on.
I walked through the apartment to the kitchen area.
My plan was to get a glass of water.
But I noticed something on the counter.
More ultrasound pictures.
I checked the date and they were from yesterday.
Maya went to see Dr. Haime without me.
Which was fine.
All the appointments were set. Everything was done in secrecy as requested.
But I felt guilty for not being there with her.
I felt annoyed that she got ultrasound pictures and never showed me.
The baby was well defined.
The head. The body. The legs. Even the
little arms and hands.
I put the ultrasound picture down and I shut my eyes.
There was a part of me that hated myself for the secrecy.
But another part knew what was at stake here.
No matter what, I was going to be a father.
And on top of that… there was a naked woman in the other room in bed.
I smiled and set my sights on the bedroom.
Maya was going to be very tired for work in the morning.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maya
I yawned and reached for my coffee.
There was no coffee though.
I grabbed at nothing but air.
I stood up, stretched my back and touched my stomach.
The baby was getting more active by the day.
It was such a strange feeling, yet it was comforting.
I didn’t know how to explain it… it was just… mine.
I reached for a stack of papers and flipped through them.
Mentally, I thought about everything they contained.
I walked around my desk and went to Cole’s office.
I saw Mr. Pickle exiting Cole’s office, so I froze in place.
In one quick move, I smiled and put the papers in front of my stomach.
Last thing Cole needed was for Mr. Pickle to see me pregnant and then start connecting the dots to a certain date - night - where we were all together.
“There she is,” Mr. Pickle said to me. “My second favorite secretary.”
“Just your second?” I asked.
Mr. Pickle got way too close to me. “My first favorite blows me at the end of every single day. Care to compete?”
I swallowed hard. “I’ll take second place for now.”
“Damn,” Mr. Pickle said.
He winked and walked away.
Cole stood in his office, arms crossed.
Pissed off.
I entered his office and reached out with the paper. “This is the pro-”
I had no idea why but my hand opened before Cole could reach for the papers.
They fell to the floor and scattered all around.
“Dammit,” I whispered.
Pregnancy brain.
“Real nice, Maya,” Cole said. “I bet the pages aren’t even numbered. I told you to number things. And where’s the damn folder?”
I took a deep breath.
“Clean this up,” Cole said. “I don’t need another goddamn mess in my office right now.”