Perfect sperm. Orgasms. Financial advantages. He was doing a heck of a job at making his offer sound like it was too good to pass up. My body was clamoring for me to agree because it wanted to head to his bedroom for a repeat of our night together. My heart had gotten all sappy and girly and was pushing me to take him up on his offer because it wanted Ethan to be the daddy to my baby. And my mind was starting to think it might actually be a good option.
“C’mon, lips.” He flashed me the smile that had melted my panties that first night. “You know you want to say yes.”
I felt myself crumbling because I did want to say yes.
I really, really did.
There were a ton of details to work out about how we’d handle the situation once I got pregnant. At some point the sex would end, and the only thing left between us would be the baby. Even though it was insane to agree without settling all of that stuff first, I found myself quieting any lingering doubts in my mind and going for what I wanted when I said, “Yes.”
Chapter Seven
Ethan
Yes had quickly become one of my favorite words to hear from Madison’s lips. Especially when I was inside her. But, at this moment, it set me free.
My fingers tightened around her hands and I pulled her up with me as I stood. Not wanting to waste a minute, or risk her changing her mind, I swept her up into my arms and walked swiftly to the master bedroom at the back of the house. “We’d better get started right away.”
Madison’s arms went around my neck and her eyes roamed my face hungrily, but I could see the nervousness was still lingering. “Now?”
I nodded as I reached the bed and set her on her feet. “Where are you in your cycle?” I asked absently, much more focused on removing her clothing. Her dress zipped in the back, so I turned her around to access it. She gasped, and I knew her attention had been stolen by the view. One entire wall of my bedroom was glass and it looked straight out into the ocean. When she’d been at my house the night before, it had been a moonless sky and there had been nothing but darkness beyond the glass.
The zipper slid down easily, and I pushed the fabric over her shoulders then spun her back around to face me. “It doesn’t matter,” I said before she remembered my question and formed an answer. “Practice makes perfect.”
With a light tug, her dress fell silently to the floor. She was so fucking beautiful standing there in the moonlight wearing nothing but a nude, lace bra and underwear. I didn’t spare a glance or even a thought about the view behind her. Nothing would ever compare to Madison.
Her midnight hair hung in waves around her shoulders and I ran my fingers through it before trailing them down her shoulders to her collar bone, and on to cup each of her breasts. I pulled down the cups and licked my lips in anticipation as my dick turned to steel. “Perfect,” I crooned. “You’re going to look gorgeous feeding our kid, baby.” I leaned down and placed a kiss on each tip. “I might just be a little jealous of how much time they’ll get to spend sucking on your sweet nipples, lips.” Her breath caught as I sucked one peak deep into my mouth, my hands gently squeezing the round globes.
I licked and sucked and tenderly bit her sweet nipples until her heart rate was racing. Then I straightened and took her mouth in a deep kiss while reaching around to unclasp her bra. My hands moved down to her ass and she moaned as I lifted her up, bringing our bodies flush.
Her legs wrapped around my waist and her mouth sought out mine, feasting on me as though I were her very last meal. Fuck, she tasted heavenly. There wasn’t anything about this woman that I didn’t love.
The thought probably should have shocked me, but as the realization filtered through me, I admitted that I’d fallen for her the moment I met her. I’d felt it in my soul. This woman was made for me. She was mine.
I laid her on the bed and took a few steps back. Keeping our gazes locked, I slowly undressed, loving the way her espresso eyes devoured every inch of exposed skin.
“You aren’t just seeing a giant sperm when you look at me, right?” I asked, tongue in cheek. Madison giggled and shook her head and it seemed to chase away any residual tension she’d been harboring.
Once I was naked, I removed her panties and crawled onto the bed, hovering over her on my hands and knees. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?” I asked softly.
Madison grinned. “A hot piece of ass?”
I laughed and dropped my head to plant a hard kiss on her lips. “Damn straight. But, I also see a woman who is strong, kind, and smart. A woman who will be an incredible mother, and I couldn’t have dreamed of a more perfect woman to have my children.”
Madison’s eyes widened, and her mouth went slack as she stared at me with confusion. Fuck. I hadn’t meant to be so blunt about my plans beyond getting her pregnant this first time. I didn’t want to scare her into running. In order to distract her, I kissed her deeply. Then I dragged my tongue along her heated skin, wishing I could keep her sweet vanilla taste on my tongue all the time.
I kept going until I reached her pussy and licked up her center and around her clit. Madison moaned and squirmed, pushing her hips up in search of more.
“So wet,” I murmured as I slipped two fingers inside her channel. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Ethan! Please, take me now.”
“So eager for my cock,” I teased, my fingers retreating to toy with her sensitive nub. “You want my come, lips?”
Her hands dove into my hair and she clenched, but the slight sting only aroused me more. “I want you even more drenched,” I growled. “To come on my tongue so I know you’re ready for my cock.”
Madison whimpered, and her legs trembled. “Scoot up so you’re propped on the pillows.” She obeyed without comment, her gaze glued to my face. “Good girl,” I praised as I followed her and got situated between her legs. “Now keep those beautiful eyes on me.” I pushed her legs up so they bent at the knees and slid each heel back to rest near her ass. Then I took her hands and guided them to the underside of her thighs. “Hold them tight, baby. Don’t let go, or I’ll stop. Got it?”
She nodded and bucked her pelvis. “I’ll do whatever you want, Ethan. As long as you shut the fuck up and give me a damn orgasm!”
I raised an eyebrow and kissed each of her toned thighs before asking, “Anything, huh?”
Madison sputtered for a moment, her expression showing regret for her slip of the tongue.
“Deal.” I grinned wickedly and refocused on her pussy, making it clear she couldn’t take back her promise.
She was completely open to me and I drank in the sight of her trimmed, pink and glistening pussy. “You are so fucking hot, lips,” I growled before putting all my energies into making her come fast and hard.
“Ethan! Yes!” she screamed as her body quivered and her juices filled my mouth. I lapped them up with a satisfied moan and pressed my dick into the mattress to try and keep from exploding like a fucking teenager.
After placing one last kiss on her sex, I got to my knees and pried her hands from her legs. They flopped onto the bed like lead weights. She was panting hard, making her tits bounce enticingly. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I reached over and grabbed the pillow next to her before urging her to lift so I could slide it under her hips. Her eyes opened and she smiled, taking my breath away.
Coming down on top of her, I inhaled deeply as the tip of my cock brushed her opening. I nudged her limp legs as wide as they’d comfortably go and pushed slowly inside.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunted. “I didn’t think it could get any better with you, baby. But fucking hell, the feel of your bare pussy around my cock is fucking amazing.”
“So good,” Madison moaned as she tried to wrap her legs around my hips.
“No,” I told her as I gently removed them and put them back in their previous position. “I need to get deep.” I grated as I clenched my jaw against the raw pleasure. “So fucking deep. Oh fuck, you’re tight. Fu
ck yes.”
Another couple of inches and I was seated fully inside her. I could feel the crown of my shaft bump against her cervix and suddenly, the caveman inside me broke free. It was man’s natural instinct to procreate and the need overwhelmed me. I had two goals. Pleasure my woman and plant my baby in her womb.
I grabbed her legs and held them open as my hips set a rhythm of pulling slowly out of her clenching pussy before pistoning back in with such force that it rocked the bed, slamming it into the wall.
“I could fuck you for the rest of my life, baby.”
“Ethan!” Madison’s back arched as she cried out my name. “Faster, Ethan. Harder.” Her hands went to my shoulders and she held on tight, her fingers digging in.
Her pussy felt like silk wrapped around my naked cock and it wasn’t long before I was right on the edge. I lost all sense of control, fucking her with wild abandon. “I need you to come, baby,” I growled. “Come now, Madison!”
I dipped a hand between her legs and pinched her clit. She screamed my name as every muscle in her body clenched, the wall of her pussy practically strangling my cock. Two more powerful thrusts and I buried myself as deep as I could and let go.
My body shuddered violently as my cock pulsed and hot come jetted out in stream after stream, filling her up. I pressed myself even closer to make sure I sealed the opening, keeping all of my seed inside her.
Madison was quaking, her chest rising and falling with heavy pants. When her eyelids lifted, her brown eyes were dark with passion, but they were also sparkling. I bent my head and captured her mouth in a soft, sweet kiss.
Chapter Eight
Madison
When Ethan sent me a text this afternoon about meeting up tonight, I was surprised that we weren’t heading straight to his place. Over the past two weeks, we had spent all except one night together—but we had never gone anywhere except for his house. Or more specifically, his bedroom. Okay, and his bathroom too since shower sex was amazing. Maybe the couch in his living room once or twice, too. Also, there was that time when he put the kitchen counter to good use. And on the hood of his car in his garage. And—yeah, basically all over his house.
Although Ethan had joked about it, we didn’t really need practice to make sex between us perfect. It already was. But that was pretty much the extent of our...relationship? I wasn’t even sure what to call whatever it was that was going on with us since we’d moved from one-night stand territory straight into baby daddy zone. Completely on purpose.
The only times we’d been on anything that could remotely be considered even close to a date were the first night we’d met at the bar—which was a hookup, not a date—and when he took me to dinner to talk me into his pregnancy plan in the first place. And that was...well, I had no idea how to describe our dinner. Although he’d driven and been the one to pay for dinner, he hadn’t asked me out that night; he’d basically told me I was going and then left me with no choice but to join him.
Looking at the text with directions to a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant I’d heard about but never visited, I mumbled to myself, “And there he goes, being all bossy again.”
I probably should have been pissed off at him for being so high-handed with me since I didn’t think we had the kind of relationship where he could boss me around. Except for maybe in bed.
But I loved tacos. As in I loved loved them. So much that it was shocking I hadn’t made it to every single place in town that sold tacos by now. And if I was being honest with myself, I also kind of liked his bossy ways. There was just something about having such a confident man’s complete focus on you that was exhilarating.
Except it was starting to get all confusing for me because feelings were getting involved. At least on my end. And I could only share so much with Melody since he was supposed to be bossy with her because he was the one who signed her paychecks. The first time I mentioned how commanding he tended to be in and out of bed, she’d smashed her hands over her ears and yelled something about not being able to hear me.
As I pulled up in front of the Mexican restaurant, a delicious aroma wafted my way and cleared all thoughts from my brain. For the moment, I only had one thing on my mind—seeing how quickly I could get someone to bring me a taco. Or two. Maybe even three. My stomach grumbled with hunger as I parked the car.
Ethan was already waiting for me at a table when I walked inside. He rose to his feet to greet me, pressing a kiss to my cheek and pulling my chair out before he sat back down. “I went ahead and ordered you a piña colada.”
He gestured towards the frozen concoction in front of me, and my mouth watered a little. Pineapple and coconut were two of my favorite flavors, and I really appreciated the gesture—especially since it meant he’d paid attention when I’d mentioned the time that Melody and I went to an all-inclusive resort in Ixtapa and drank piña coladas at the pool from like ten o’clock in the morning on. But... “By any chance, did you order an appetizer, too?”
“Just some salsa, guacamole, and chips.” That sounded delicious, but it wasn’t quite what I wanted. I must have looked as crestfallen as I felt because he chuckled softly and asked, “I should’ve gotten you some tacos, huh?”
“Maybe,” I mumbled around my straw, taking a big sip of my drink.
His dark eyes darted over my shoulder, and then his lips tilted up in a satisfied smile. “Lucky for me, the waiter is on his way with the chips. We can put in a quick order for some tacos to share while you check out the menu.”
I took another swig of my drink and puzzled over how smooth it tasted. As the waiter set the basket of chips on the table, I pointed at my glass. “My piña colada is delicious, but it tastes like it’s missing something.”
The waiter’s eyes swept down from my face to the cleavage barely peeking out from the neckline of my shirt. He flashed me a flirtatious grin as he answered, “That’s because it’s a virgin.” His smile took on a lecherous quality as he stressed the last word, and I scooted back on my seat because it made me uncomfortable. “I’d be happy to bring you a real drink.”
Ew.
Just ew.
Ethan must’ve ordered me the drink without any alcohol, and the waiter apparently thought that opened a door he could walk through to try to steal me away. It was totally sleazy, and stupid considering Ethan was sitting right there.
“As if,” I snorted.
The waiter looked confused by my response. I didn’t get the chance to explain before Ethan rose from his seat and stalked around the table to face off with him. “The only thing you’ll get my woman is someone else to serve us. Now.”
Oh, yeah. His commanding air definitely did it for me, even when it was triggered by jealousy. Or maybe more so because it hinted at feelings that might be deeper than me just being his future baby mama who he was giving tons of orgasms.
The waiter sputtered, his face turning beet red, before he spun around and rushed away. Ethan dragged his chair until it was at the side of the table perpendicular to mine. As he plopped down on it, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his thigh. “Sitting across from you was a mistake. You’re too damn beautiful for my own good.”
“Hardly,” I laughed. “Just because one waiter decides to flirt with me—”
He interrupted me to say, “It’s not just the one waiter, Madison. You might not notice that guys watch you wherever you go, but I sure as fuck do.”
I couldn’t resist teasing him a little about what he’d said to the waiter. But it was only semi-teasing since I was hoping his reaction would give me more of a clue as to whether or not he was catching feelings for me like I was for him. “Because I’m your woman?”
“Damn straight you are. You sleep in my bed after I’ve fucked you hard, filling you with my come.” His dark gaze dropped to my belly as he rubbed his thumb along my palm. “And there’s much more than a small chance that you’re already carrying my baby. If that doesn’t make you my woman, then I don’t know what the hell would.”
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bsp; His answer didn’t give me much insight into where he saw this going other than knocking me up, but his possessive tone sent goosebumps along my spine and the brush of this thumb along my skin only added to it. Ethan didn’t seem to notice my reaction as he continued, “I should’ve just told the little fucker that I ordered you a virgin piña colada because you were pregnant. That would’ve made him back off without forcing you to wait longer to get tacos.”
“Except we don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet,” I pointed out. Then I did a quick calculation in my head, and tacos were the last thing on my mind. When we met almost two and a half weeks, I’d been smack-dab in the middle of my cycle. Which meant my period had been due three days ago.
Holy shit! My period was late, and we’d been having literally all of the unprotected sex we could possibly manage over the past couple of weeks.
I was in a daze when our new waitress came over to take our orders. I barely noticed when Ethan asked for a plate of ground beef tacos to come out right away as an appetizer. I wasn’t even sure what I ordered for my main entrée. I hardly tasted the food when it was served. The possibility of me being pregnant shouldn’t have come as such a shock to me, but it suddenly made the whole I’ll-get-you-pregnant-the-old-fashioned-way thing so much more real. And it left me wondering—would the sex be over if Ethan had accomplished his goal?
Chapter Nine
Ethan
Madison seemed a little off for the rest of the evening, and I wondered if I’d pissed her off with my jealous behavior. But, honestly, what man wouldn’t flip the fuck out when another man so blatantly hit on his woman? He was lucky I hadn’t put him on his ass. Just thinking about it made the rage begin to bubble up inside again, but I tamped it down and focused on my date.
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