LUCKY KISS

by Kidman, Jaxson

  I engulfed her one last time and pulled away.

  I looked down at the honey laced mess I created between her legs. I slid my fingers up and left a wet trail along her soft mound.

  She let out a few deep breaths and looked at me. “I don’t think I can walk.”

  I moved my hands under her legs and picked her up with ease.

  Her eyes went wide again as she stared at me.

  Those eyes were trouble.

  I could be a lot for her. But what those eyes wanted…

  She needed to take those glasses off and leave them off.

  The only happy ending to our story was the one that happened between her legs.

  17

  (Lauren)

  NOW

  I stroked his cock only once before he tossed my hand aside like it was useless. He moved forward and sank into me with a soft force that made my back arch. We were almost in the same position in my bed the night we made a baby.

  He took himself to the hilt and held there, pumping forward with grunts as my body jumped and I groaned. I never felt so full in my life. And I never wanted that feeling to go away.

  I turned my head and pumped my hips, wanting him to have me. I didn’t want slow and caring. Which wasn’t Asher’s style anyway. I wanted him to just… have me. I want the rush of pleasure and tempting edge of pressure. I wanted to groan and call out his name. I wanted the tingling feeling from my tender breasts to my inner thighs.

  Everything on my body felt tender though. So much changing with every passing second.

  My breasts felt full, if that was even possible this early in pregnancy. But they felt different. Tender, achy, sensations hitting me more than I ever thought.

  I wanted Asher there…

  So, I put him there.

  I reached for his face without looking at him and pulled him to my chest.

  His tongue moved with precision around my right nipple. His hand touched my other breast, cupping, squeezing, fingertips rolling over my nipple. Each touch to my nipple sent a pulse down to my core. My body was fully connected to itself in a way I never knew possible.

  I stared at the wall and saw the scratch marks on the wall.

  The ones I put there. Because of Asher. Because of the way he fucked…

  I clenched my teeth as another rush crested between my legs.

  I reached down and got my hand between my body and Asher’s. I felt his hard stomach muscles flexing and working so hard.

  Hard skin leading down to a rough thatch of hair that made me bite my bottom lip.

  He moved with harder force, making the bed cry in protest and start to move away from the wall. I quickly wrapped my arms around his body and held him. His mouth became sloppy as he just kissed from breast to breast. Back and forth, making me wonder how the hell he wasn’t getting dizzy.

  Then he looked up at me.

  It was like everything froze between us, except the lower half of his body to mine. Pumping and thrusting, his swollen hardness opening me again and again, leaving me on the brink of not knowing how I could accommodate him, but I somehow did.

  Like he was made for my body.

  Which was the wrong thought. We were not made for each other. We made a baby. We didn’t mean to. But I would love the baby forever. And if he wanted to be a father, then fine. But this was not a thing at all. He was basically the only guy who could fuck me right now… so that’s what this is. It’s win-win. He fucks me without question and I get what I want without question…

  Asher reached up and took my glasses off.

  “What are you-”

  He moved faster and kissed me.

  I was basically blind without my glasses.

  Everything was a blur of hazy silhouettes, even when Asher stopped kissing me.

  Something about it made it hotter.

  Like not seeing suddenly made my sense of touch extremely heightened.

  It felt better, which I didn’t think was possible.

  Or maybe because I couldn’t see Asher… all the thoughts, regrets…

  But it feels so good.

  My nails scratched along his back to his sides. I settled my hands to the bed and tightened them to the sheets. I pulled as I thrust up, needing more of him.

  And believe me, he gave e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

  He put his forehead to mine as I still couldn’t see him. But I could feel him… his presence and his warm breath spreading across my face with each grunting breath he took. The noises of his body destroyed me too. The sounds he made as he closed in on climax. The way the bed made noise because of the way he fucked. The sound of his body colliding with mine over and over. Everything working together perfectly, syncing together… kind of like the way it all did when he got me pregnant.

  The second the word pregnant flashed through my mind, he began to come.

  A wild hiss, like that of a rattlesnake about to attack, echoed around me as he let go. Each time he throbbed, I gasped for a breath. The pulsing of his cock forced my body to do the same. As I clenched against spilling thickness, he slowly pressed harder at me, making sure there wasn’t a moment wasted between us.

  And there wasn’t.

  My hands moved from the bed, in search of his body again.

  As he moved out of me, I let out a cry.

  I saw his blurred silhouette moving and I quickly reached for my glasses.

  My hand shook as I put them back on, so I could see again.

  And what a sight to see…

  Asher had slithered down my body, but not for the reason I figured he would be doing it for.

  He stopped at my stomach.

  This gorgeous man, so rough and mean, the guy who used to pick on me, the one who loved to drink and sleep with any woman willing… he was now hovered over my belly, his hands gently cupping on each side, just staring.

  I didn’t want my heart to start racing any more than it was. I preferred orgasms over feelings, but the feelings were too hard to fight off. The damn pregnancy hormones were kicking my ass. Not to mention seeing the size of Asher’s hand as he touched my stomach. I quickly envisioned myself as nine months pregnant and what his hands would look like then as he touched me.

  I bit my lip.

  I wanted to cry.

  This could not and would not happen.

  He was my fantasy.

  He was supposed to be locked in my memory.

  Except things went too far and now we had something else between us.

  A baby.

  About seven months or so of great sex.

  And nothing else.

  He would never love me the way I deserved to be loved.

  I would never-

  Asher pressed his lips to my stomach and put his head to my stomach.

  I couldn’t breathe.

  He then stood up and walked out of the room, still naked.

  Lauren… you cannot fall in love with him… again.

  * * *

  I had no idea what the protocol was now.

  I just slept with the father of my baby.

  Do I ask him to leave? Do I ask him to stay? Do I offer him a shower? Maybe make a snack… popcorn?

  Hey, Asher, thanks for the mind-blowing sex, again, so here’s some movie theatre style butter popcorn. Sorry I burned it. I have no popcorn setting on my microwave. And, yes, if I burn popcorn that means I burn everything when I cook. Which is why I don’t cook.

  I chewed on my thumb nail as I felt my fuzzy robe hug my body.

  Part of me waited to hear the rumbling thunder of his motorcycle. To know he was the one who made the decision to leave.

  Instead, Asher appeared from the kitchen with a glass of water.

  “Here,” he said. “You need to drink water.”

  “I do?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. For the sake of the baby.”

  I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Right. Thanks.”

  He was the ultimate bad boy and the ultimate dream and the ultimate fantasy. And he was in my apar
tment again. And my body was aching for more of him. All my instincts were twisted and wrong when it came to him. And to top it all off, I had to make sure I was preparing to have a baby.

  “Do you want popcorn?” I blurted out.

  I regretted that. Instantly.

  “Popcorn?” Asher asked. “Is that my parting gift? I’m worth a bag of popcorn?”

  “I didn’t say that,” I said. “I just… I don’t know what we do here.”

  “See, you were always like this, Lauren,” Asher said.

  Lauren? Since when does he call me by my name without adding something to it?

  “Like what?” I asked.

  “This. Worried about fitting in. Or walking a certain path.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry for wanting normal.”

  “I’m going to sleep on your couch, sweetheart,” Asher said. “I have no desire to leave right now. If I stay close to you, I’m not going to be able to control myself again.”

  “You’re all I have until the baby comes,” I said. “I hope you know that. I hope at the very least you can understand that and not fuck this up.”

  “Meaning what?”

  “Meaning don’t fuck other women. Don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt your unborn child.”

  “Last time I checked, I was single,” Asher said.

  I lowered my head and turned to go back into my bedroom.

  I shut the door behind me.

  I dropped the robe and looked down at my naked body. No matter what happened, I would never let this baby down.

  I dressed in a long t-shirt with the cafe’s logo on it. A supplier had accidentally sent one shirt in the wrong size, so I swiped it. It worked for sleeping in.

  The moment my head hit the pillow, I wanted and needed sleep.

  Physically, I needed sleep.

  Mentally, my thoughts raced.

  And my heart… it ached and felt lonely.

  I shut my eyes and told myself it would be okay. I reminded myself of all I had in life, with or without Asher doing the right thing.

  Guilt crept through me like a sickness. I asked myself what the hell I had been thinking by sleeping with him again. If there was a devil on my shoulder, she only spoke up when it came to Asher.

  I drifted off to sleep with the thoughts of Asher…

  Touching me. A hand on my shoulder. I groan. My hips gentle rock left to right. Just that one touch is enough to make me… ready. I suck in a deep breath to calm myself but all I smell is him. His clothes. His skin. A rough and tough smell of man. Something touches my hair. Briefly. The hand moves from my shoulder, down my body. I bite my lip. I tell myself this is wrong but I’m not going to stop it from happening. The hand slides over my stomach. I’m so achy between my legs, waiting for that touch… but it doesn’t come. The hand moves away. Then it’s all gone.

  My eyes opened after the strange dream.

  I rolled to my back and realized it wasn’t a dream.

  It was Asher, exiting my room.

  He came to check on me. Then check on the baby.

  That’s why he wanted to stay the night.

  Even if he was too stubborn to just say it to me.

  I pulled at the covers and bit my lip.

  I didn’t want to be alone.

  At least for tonight.

  And he was here.

  We had already… you know…

  Now I wanted him to hold me as I slept.

  18

  (Asher)

  NOW

  I was half asleep when I felt her rocking my shoulder.

  “Hey. Come on. Open your eyes.”

  Lauren stood at the side of the couch, with a look on her face that made me sit up.

  My eyes went to her stomach and back to her face.

  “What is it?” I snapped.

  Why are you snapping at her, man? What the fuck is wrong with you? You want to push her away? Just walk away then.

  “Come to bed with me,” she whispered.

  I stood up, not wasting a second at the sound of those beautiful words.

  Lauren’s couch was a joke.

  It was springy and too small for me.

  She put a hand up. “Just please, Asher. Do this one thing for me. Just hold me. Tonight.”

  “What about tomorrow night?” I asked.

  “You don’t commit that far, do you?”

  I grinned. “Now you’re starting to get it, sweetheart.”

  She shook her head and led the way.

  I kept looking at her left hand. I had this sudden urge to grab her hand and pull her close to me. To make the promise she wanted me to make. That there would be nobody else but her while she was pregnant. But if I did that… and feelings got all messed up…

  It was a shitty and lonely feeling as I climbed into Lauren’s bed with her.

  There was something about her in a t-shirt that worked. For a few seconds I wondered if it was some guy’s shirt. Some guy she had been with and he left his shirt behind. And she was wearing it to bed after she and I were together. That drove me a little jealous.

  But then I saw the logo of the cafe above her left breast.

  It was just Lauren being Lauren.

  Forever somewhat innocent. Forever trying to plan out every second of her life. Forever lost and confused when those plans didn’t pan out the way she wanted.

  When she got herself comfortable, I sank down into the bed and wrapped my right arm around her. I pulled her against me and took a deep breath, inhaling her.

  My right hand eased down to her stomach.

  I won’t abandon you, Lauren. I won’t leave you hanging with everything to do. I won’t…

  I didn’t say a word.

  But Lauren did.

  “Just promise me, Asher. Promise me you won’t hurt me. Or at least just be honest with me. Even if it does hurt me. If that makes sense.”

  There were some words that bothered me to say.

  I love you was something I never said.

  I promise was a close second.

  I spread my fingers wide over her stomach and put my lips to her ear.

  “I promise,” I whispered. “Okay? I promise, four eyes.”

  She thrust her ass back at me, which was not a wise move.

  I pulled her tighter to me.

  There was no way she couldn’t feel me getting hard.

  That’s when everything completely froze.

  It was like time stopped.

  Not a sound.

  Not a breath.

  If there was a line I said I wouldn’t cross, I was standing at it.

  Lauren moved her right hand, slowly reaching back for me. She hooked a couple fingers into the belt loop of my jeans and pulled. She moved her ass against me.

  My hand inched up from her stomach to her breast.

  When I felt her sigh, I knew we were both in trouble again.

  * * *

  She kept pulling at me as though she didn’t know what to do next.

  Which was fine.

  I knew what to do next and how to fucking do it.

  I wasn’t going to just play with her tits over her shirt. That was fun, but again, foreplay… that was for guys who were hesitating and didn’t know what to do.

  The second my fingertips found the bottom of her shirt, I lifted it up. I touched the bare skin of her leg up to her hip. As I searched for the line of her panties, I realized she wasn’t wearing any.

  Are you trying to hurt yourself, sweetheart? Fucking hell, Lauren…

  My hand kept going up her sweet and curvy body, until I cupped her bare breast. I gently squeezed and slowly rolled my fingers over her nipples, one by one. Her hand pulled at my belt loop again and I smiled.

  She was somehow perfect. Somehow innocent.

  Somehow mine.

  She was scared about being alone. About not being touched. About the way she would look as her body changed from the pregnancy.

  I hurried my hand back down her body and couldn’t stand my fucking thoughts anymore
. I wasn’t going to think about a month from now. Or two. Or four. Or nine months when the baby was born.

  I growled, and I ripped open my jeans. I pushed them down just enough to let my dick roam free. I grabbed Lauren’s wrist and pried her hand away from my belt loop and gave her something bigger and more fun to tug on.

  She sucked in a breath and let out a whimpering groan as she stroked me root to tip. She was so tired but still wanted me.

  I put my hand to her ass and slid down to cut between her legs. I lifted her right leg and nestled my dick against her warm and honey dripping slit. She put her hand to my leg and then my ass, digging her nails into my skin.

  We didn’t speak.

  We didn’t need to speak.

  We both knew words were only going to cause problems.

  I pressed against her slit and felt her welcome me. Those tender and hugging folds of her sex matched with the throbbing, clenching of her core made me grit my teeth. She was burning hot as I gripped her hip, holding her steady, taking myself as deep as I could go.

  I held there for a few seconds, admiring the sight before me.

  The t-shirt pulled up just above her belly. Her hair messy, sprawled across the bed. The fact that she was wearing her glasses still.

  Did she sleep like this? With her glasses on?

  She slowly started to turn her head to look at me.

  No. No fucking way we’re looking at each other. If you look at me, I’m going to fucking kiss you. And if I fucking kiss you again…

  I thrust forward with a grunt.

  Lauren let out a cry and lost interest in looking at me.

  I held her right there, my hand tight against her hip, her right leg lifted as I started to move. It wasn’t soft and gentle, making love or anything like that. It was fast. It was hard. I stared down and watched my body slamming forward. I got lost in the way Lauren’s body felt. Not that I was the kind of guy to compare what I’ve had, but Lauren had no idea what she had going for her. She had no idea how perfect her curves were and where they were placed. Or how perfect she was at thrusting back, matching my speed. Or how perfect she was at making noises when I needed them the most.