Unexpected Baby

by Ford, Mia

  I should tell her how I feel. That would be the best way to deal with this. To just get my feelings out so we can have yet another open and honest conversation about this. But I’m kind of done talking. I want to act, to try something new, to just take her in my arms already and to hold her. To feel the sensation of her lips against mine, her body rolling into me, her heat covering me. I shouldn’t want that again, but I do.

  She looks mesmerized as I bring my seat closer to her. I half expect her to slide away from me, but she doesn’t. She remains where she is simply staring at me. Her eyes bore in to me, making me feel really seen in a way that I don’t think I have been before. It’s a nice sensation that I don’t want to let go of.

  I lean in closer, deeply inhaling her beautiful citrusy scent, and my heart flutters. I don’t even care that we’re in a public place and everyone can see us. Right now, we are in our own little bubble and I love it. So much so that rationality goes completely out the window and I bring my lips to hers, connecting us once more.

  Chapter Six

  Zoe

  Every cell in my body explodes with excitement as his lips crash against me, I feel like I’m being consumed by fireworks and I absolutely love it. There is something fiery about the intense connection between me and Wesley, there always has been, it’s a real thin line between hate and passion… but it’s trouble. I caved into this before because I needed something to take the pain away, but look what happened? We can’t again…

  So, with absolute great regret, I pull back and look at him. Wesley is panting, breathless, a bit like I am, and I can see all the same questions floating in his face that are in mine as well. Neither of us really know what we’re doing but it feels good. This weird sizzling and buzzing between us… it’s kind of intoxicating.

  “Are you okay?” Wesley whispers to me, and as he does his mask slips fully away. He doesn’t have the same hardness to his face anymore. He’s allowing himself to be fully vulnerable for me and I have to admire that.

  “Yes, I’m okay.” My heart pounds as I see the nice person underneath. Maybe he is an asshole most of the time, but there is a goodness to him as well. It’s easier not to see that in him, but now I can’t ignore it.

  With an overwhelming urge to just have him already, I hook my hand around the back of his neck and drag him to me. It’s probably a mistake to carry on down this road, especially when we have just gotten to a good place, but I can’t help myself. There’s a feeling deep within me that I want to cling to forever more. As we kiss, I’m completely consumed by the tingling, the excitement, the thrill. It’s absolutely everything.

  “We should probably get out of here,” he murmurs against my lips, reminding me that I’m in public. Not that it does anything to calm me down. “Before we make this more complicated than it already is.”

  I giggle and rise to my feet, keeping my eyes only fixed on him the entire time. I don’t want to let the rest of the world in, as soon as reality comes back to me, I might remember that this is all a big mistake and I will put a stop to it. The last thing that I want to do now is turn off these incredible emotions.

  “Come on, I don’t live too far away from here. We can talk some more then.”

  I know that we aren’t going to talk, both of us do, but that just makes it even more exciting. He nods eagerly and follows me towards my apartment. I haven’t ever had a guy stay over at my home before, my ex fiancé barely even came inside, but with Wesley I don’t mind. I don’t mind him seeing that vulnerable side of me, which is a strange sensation because he’s the guy who has always brought out the worst in me…

  I fumble with the keys in my bag, my fingers trembling with excitement as I try not to completely fall apart. Wesley keeps his hand reassuringly rested on my back the entire time, rubbing me reassuringly so I don’t totally lose it, but since his touch is so electrical that might only be making it worse.

  It feels like forever, but finally I get the door open and we fall inside together. As soon as we’re inside, he spins me around in the hallway and he claims me with his mouth. There isn’t any delicacy to our kissing this time, no being calm because there is a little bit of us out in public. It’s deep and passionate, leading somewhere. His tongue massages mine, sending my pulse racing at the speed of light, driving me wild.

  Oh wow! His fingers graze the bottom of my skirt, teasing me, giving me a glimpse of what’s to come. Flames lick all over my skin, a desire has been ignited and there isn’t anything to cool it. This is actually worse than before, more passionate than the last time that we were together. Probably because I know what’s coming for me this time around. The last time that me and Wesley were together, it was all brand new and a shock.

  As his mouth moves off mine and it slides down to my throat, his fingers edge upwards and he massages the cotton of my panties. Wesley groans loudly, sounding like he’s in pain, as he pushes me back against the wall. My foot automatically slaps against the wall and my thighs part further, inviting him in.

  I want him. I can’t help myself. Even if this is a big toxic mess, I want him so bad it hurts.

  “Shit.” I toss my head back and loll to the side. His fingers are expert, the way that he’s touching me has me hyper sensitive. My toes curl under my feet as the butterflies in my stomach grow to the size of birds.

  “You want more?” he hisses to me, his words tickling all over my skin. “I can give you more?”

  He’s giving me a chance to take a step backwards if I want to, but I don’t. I nod emphatically because I want everything that he can give me. I can’t handle not having him now that we have gotten this far.

  “Good,” he growls while yanking my panties to one side. “Because I want you too.”

  He trails his finger along my soaking wet slit, making my body buck and writhe desperately, and as he plunges a couple of those gorgeously velvety fingers inside of me, the breath completely strips from my body.

  “Wow, you really are soaking wet,” he moans. “Is that all for me?”

  I don’t answer, but the animalistic guttural sounds that come from me are enough. Of course I want him. I feel like I might die without him. I haven’t ever been so desperate for a man in my life.

  “Mmm, you feel good,” he pants as his thumb grazes over my clit. “So good, Zoe.”

  I roll my hips against him, pushing him in further, and my head begins to spin. My legs have become like jelly, I don’t even know how I’m holding myself upright, but somehow with his help, I am.

  “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he rasps to me. “Is that okay with you?”

  It’s more than okay with me. I need something to lie down on, a bed to rest upon to keep me from tumbling, so I nod, and I pull him across my apartment until we’re next to my bed. Once there, he grabs my dress once more but this time to peel it off. He pulls it tantalizingly slowly, making sure to graze over my skin as he does. Every time I shiver, he smiles. I can tell that he likes it when he drives me wild.

  With shaking fingers, I fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them as quickly as I can. As his muscular chest is freed to me, he reaches around my back and unhooks my bra. His fingers manage to brush over my nipples as he pulls away which sends a flurry of excitement down to my already pulsing core.

  “You are beautiful,” he murmurs as I unzip his trousers. “I don’t think I told you this before.”

  He didn’t. The last time that we had sex it was angry and filled with hate fueled words which made it better at the time. But this time we’re together, under the circumstances, it’s nice to have some kindness. To hear that this isn’t all about hate and that it actually could be something more… not that I want to get carried away.

  “Yeah,” I mutter back as his trousers fall down, managing to take his boxer shorts with them. His cock springs free, a thick and throbbing erection that is all for me. “You aren’t too bad yourself.”

  He lightly pushes me, and I tumble back on to the bed with a giggle. His eyes r
un hungrily all over my body and I can see the hooded desire in his gaze. The fact that he wants me so badly makes this thrilling for me as well. I reach out and slowly brush my fingers all over his soft skin until I reach his rock hard cock. As soon as my fingers grip on to him, I gasp loudly. I forgot how massive he was, but I didn’t forget how good he feels.

  I stroke him as he pulls my panties down, my heart thundering as I do. I just love how much he wants me; it makes me feel sexy as hell. Like a desirable goddess. All of the self-doubt melts right away. Somehow, Wesley makes it so none of that matters. I can be beautiful, sexy, and happy when I’m with him. I can be the absolute best version of me.

  He climbs over me, hovering above me in a predatorial manner, and as his cock teases my entrance the need for him intensifies. I can’t resist arching my back and lifting my ass off the bed to slip him in me.

  “Oh God,” he groans agonizingly. “You feel so good, Zoe. You have no idea.”

  But I do because he feels amazing inside of me as well. The way that he fills me up is utterly intense and I love it. Right now, I honestly don’t know how we haven’t been doing this the entire time. Why have we wasted so much time and energy hating one another when we could have been doing this?

  Maybe this could really work, I tell myself as our bodies thrash together in unison. Perhaps me and Wesley could actually be together and make it work and I won’t have to be a single mom after all…

  But I try not to get too caught up in that thought because I don’t want to end up disappointed, so it’s probably a good thing that he has me tumbling and swirling in too much bliss to really think too hard. The sensations inside of my body absolutely swallow me up and I lose myself completely in him. In Wesley Smith.

  “Oh shit,” I groan as the pressure of pleasure comes quickly. “Oh my God, Wesley.”

  He grips me hard, not complaining at all as my nails dig in to his back, and he kisses me hard. Every thrust intensifies within me, I know that I’m not going to be able to hold myself together for long, but I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. Wesley wants me to lose myself just as I do him. I think that we both need this.

  I buck hard against him, deepening each thrust, causing me to tense up the moment I get too close to the edge. I dangle on the knife edge for a couple of moments before finally, I fall…

  “Fucking hell,” I scream. “Oh God, Wesley, that feels so good. So fucking good.”

  He holds me as the orgasm shatters through me, as the pleasure crashes through my body like a powerful wave. I sink further under the waves of bliss and allow them to completely fill up my lungs. I breathe in only him and I absolutely love it. Right now, he is all of me and I hope that I am him too. It crashes and burns, it shatters and shocks, the electrical pulses are completely all consuming, and I absolutely love it.

  “There is something about you,” he whispers to me as I scream loudly. I can barely hear him, but the words get to me just enough to make this even better. I haven’t ever felt as close to another human being as I do Wesley right now and it’s amazing. “Something about you that I never want to let go of.”

  Chapter Seven

  Wesley

  What am I playing at? I think to myself as I send Zoe yet another flirty glance across the office. It hasn’t ever been like this before; I have always been hateful of her… but last night changed everything. So did this morning. Waking up in her bed and having her arms around me was a surprisingly nice sensation. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to come to work, I wanted to remain with her just talking and kissing and…

  Oh my God, you soppy bastard. I smile and drag my eyes away, questioning myself about how I have ended up here. I never get all sentimental and emotionally involved in any woman, but with her I can’t seem to stop myself. I guess it’s true what they say, that there is a very thin line between hate and… well, I don’t know about love exactly, I don’t think I am quite there yet, but you know, pleasant feelings. It seems to have switched over so quickly that I don’t know which way to look my head is spinning so much.

  The more that I looked around her apartment this morning, the more I knew for sure that me and her couldn’t be more different if we tried. I’m definitely not a scented candle and dream catcher type of guy… but that stuff doesn’t have to define her. There can be more to her than a person who is the opposite to me.

  And there is more to her. So much more. I don’t know everything about her yet, far from it really, but I’m excited to learn more. For the first time since I laid eyes on her I want to get to know what’s deeper within her. I guess we will have all the time in the world now, since we’re having a baby together.

  The idea of me and her doing it together, not just co-parenting, but actually being in it for real, makes it much less scary. I can already kind of see us as a cute little family. Okay, so maybe we didn’t exactly have that conversation, we didn’t decide definitively that we’re going to be together, there wasn’t much time for that this morning, but it feels like it’s headed that way. It has to be, doesn’t it? Otherwise what are we doing?

  I glance around the office, wondering what people will say when they find out the truth about us. A tight, small, close knit office like this is rife for gossip. It we make it work then it will die down and just become normal eventually, but there will be a time when the pressure will be hard to bear for the pair of us. Will we be able to wish stand that? I would like to think so, but I don’t know… or am I just worrying about too much? Trying to run before we have even walked? Seeing issues in the future when we haven’t even dealt with the right now?

  “Dude, what the fuck is going on?” my friend from the accounting team, Court, demands as he perches on the edge of my desk like he belongs there. It does drive me mad when he interrupts me like this, but right now I need something else to focus on other than the mess I’m in the middle of creating in my brain. “Because this place is rife today. There are rumors going around that you and Zoe turned up together today.”

  “Oh… there are?” Yeah, we probably should be a bit more careful about that if we don’t want to be the subject of gossip, invited in by ourselves. “I don’t know anything about that.”

  “Well, is there something going on, or what? Because there was all that arguing yesterday…”

  “That’s just normal for me and Zoe.” I shrug, trying to play it off. “You know we’re always that way.”

  “About work, yes, but I heard that it was a personal life argument. As in you two are hooking up.”

  Fucking hell, news travels ridiculously fast in this place. I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Well, I don’t know what you have heard but it’s crazy. Nothing has changed in this place.”

  “So, I didn’t just catch you smiling at her? Because I have never seen you smile at her before?”

  Urgh, well that is something that I can’t deny because he has seen it with his own eyes. “I can smile.”

  “Not at your enemy, no. Unless she isn’t really your enemy anymore.” He slaps me on the shoulder. “Come on, you can tell me. Tell me anything. I will keep it between the two of us.”

  Yeah right! I almost declare loudly. As if he will keep whatever I tell him to himself. There isn’t a chance in hell of that. Court loves gossip just as much as everyone else. I need to just get rid of him already. I thought that the distraction would help, but if anything, he is only making it a million times worse.

  “I don’t know. I guess she isn’t too bad, that’s all. That must be what has people talking because we aren’t going to be at one another’s throats anymore. But that will just make everything so much easier for us here, won’t it? I don’t exactly want to spend my time in this office dealing with drama.”

  “Hmm, yeah, I guess not.” Court is disappointed, but that’s because he loves drama. Well, he can create his own drama if that’s what he wants to do because I absolutely refuse to get in the middle of it. For the first time ever, I am going to rise above it all and focus on what need
s to be done instead. “I just thought…”

  “Well, it seems like everyone is doing too much thinking,” I snapped. “Not enough working.”

  “This is about work actually… I thought that it might be something to do with the promotion.”

  That gets my attention. I snap my head up and narrow my eyes at Court. “What do you mean?”

  “You heard about Old Bill retiring at last, didn’t you? Apparently, he has some retirement home in the Bahamas and he’s ready to take his brand new Thai bride there for the rest of his days…”

  “Old Bill?” Oh my God. He’s the guy in the job above me. And damn good at it as well. Things will definitely change if he goes… but it also means that there will be an opening. An opening for the job that I have wanted for years. Not that I have been wanting Old Bill to retire… well, maybe a little bit.

  “So, someone will be getting a promotion then?” I ask Court desperately. “Am I up for it?”

  “You and Zoe, yes. Which is why all of this new stuff worries me. If you guys are hooking up… well, what if she’s doing it just to throw you off track because she wants to have the job and not you.”

  I part my lips, wanting to come back with some sort of witty retort, but I don’t have anything to say. Just because me and Zoe have always competed, it doesn’t mean that she would do this, does it? She doesn’t seem like that sort of person to me. Although I suppose I don’t really know her that much…

  “This is crazy.” I jump up. “I’m going to see what the fuck is going on from Andy.”

  I stalk in to his office and swing the door open. Andy looks like he has been preparing himself for this outburst because he isn’t surprised to see me at all. He smiles and indicates for me to sit down.

  “Andy, is Old Bill retiring?” I demand. “How does everyone know about this but me?”