The Baby Arrangement (A Winston Brother's Novel #1)

by J. L. Beck

  “Can I touch you?” he asks, his lips brushing against mine with every word. I nod frantically, and when he still doesn’t move his finger closer, I manage to croak out a yes, loving the fact that he’s asking for permission with each new experience.

  He wants this to be good for me, to be perfect, and I swear it makes me want him a hundred times more.

  “Yes,” I say again.

  As soon as the word leaves my mouth, his finger slides under the edge of my panties, and he groans loudly. “So damn smooth...so fucking wet.”

  My insides clench, and I pray he doesn’t stop. “I need you, Reed,” I gasp, willing to beg, to plead if he wants me to. I’ve never been this pent up for a release. Then again, I’ve never craved someone the way I do Reed, and it scares me. It fucking terrifies me.

  “Perfection takes time, Fal. You need to have patience.” He scoots back, pushing my dress up over my hips and exposing my lower half. His finger brushing over my clit makes me pant, a deep moan slipping from my lips when he flicks the swollen nub.

  “Has a man ever tasted you?” I lick my lips, almost unable to form a coherent thought. I shake my head furiously, wanting his touch, needing his touch.

  “Use your words, Fallon. I need to hear you say it,” There’s an edge to Reed’s voice when he speaks, and out of fear that he may stop I answer him.

  “No… No man has ever put his mouth on me.” My body trembles, pleading for an orgasm, one only he can give me. He smiles, and I nearly come when he wraps his fingers around the flimsy edge of my thong and yanks. The material is no match for his strength. All it takes is a sharp snap and they’re gone, leaving the most private part of my body bared to him. I should feel shy, but I don’t. I should close my legs and tell him we can’t do this, that it’s wrong, but I can’t.

  It feels so right. The scrap of lace hits the floor, and Reed kneels at the edge of the bed, his hands gently spreading my legs apart, exposing my pussy to the cool air. Goose bumps cover my skin and I shiver involuntarily as he blows against my slit.

  “I never thought I’d be the first man to do this to you.” He’s almost growling, and I want to beg him to lick me, to suck my swollen clit into his mouth, but he’s already there. “I never thought I’d get to do this to you at all,” is the last thing he says before he pulls my clit into his mouth and nudges one finger inside me.

  The combination of sensations is too much and my climax catches me by surprise. It feels nothing like the orgasms I’ve given myself using fantasies of him. Instead, it rides right on the edge of pain and pleasure like I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life. Air fills my lungs, as if I’m breathing for the first time.

  Butterflies explode inside my belly, and I grin, “Reed…” I sigh his name through a smile, feeling like I’m floating. My pussy squeezes his thick finger, and I wish it was his cock inside me instead.

  “Jesus fuck, Fallon.” His words meet my ears, but I can’t comprehend them when he starts lapping up my release, his tongue slipping between my folds with each lick. He moves his finger in and out of me, causing another orgasm to build deep inside me.

  “Oh, God!” I cry out, biting my bottom lip. I don’t want to scream but the pleasure is overwhelming me.

  “Give it to me. I want to see you come again,” he demands, a second finger slipping into my tight channel like he’s spreading me wider to prepare me for his cock.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg breathlessly, lifting my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. He curls them up, rubbing against a spot that’s going to send me flying.

  My head is still spinning when he kisses the inside of my thigh. My skin is tingling, my body right on the edge of that proverbial cliff. With one last scissoring of his fingers inside me, I come, my body shaking and my legs turning to jelly as pleasure like I’ve never felt before courses through my veins.

  My breathing is erratic and my heartbeat pounds in my ears. I’m almost afraid to open my eyes out of fear that this all just might be a dream.

  “Open your eyes, sweetheart.” Reed’s voice is deep and gravelly, forcing me to follow the command. When my eyes open I’m greeted with his handsome form looming over me. He looks very much like a man now, less like the person I’d grown up with for the last twenty years.

  “That…” I don’t have the words to describe the way he’s made me feel tonight, and he must know it because he simply shakes his head and places two fingers against my lips. I wrap my lips around those fingers, the salty taste of my own release filling my mouth. It explodes against my tongue as Reed watches me with a hunger so wild in his eyes I wonder if he’s going to drop his dress slacks and climb on top of me.

  Will I let him if he does?

  “I thought you were gorgeous before, but there’s nothing quite as beautiful as you falling apart against my tongue and fingers.” I suck harder, wanting him so badly it almost hurts. When he pulls away disappointment fills me.

  “Do you want me to…?” My voice trails off as I sit up, adjusting my dress top. With no panties on, I guess I’ll be walking home commando.

  Reed runs a hand through his thick dark brown hair, and I’m not sure he’s doing it out of frustration or to stop himself from touching me.

  I ignore his silence and make my way over to where he is standing, my body moving on its own accord as I drop to my knees in front of him. He goes solid, his blue eyes piercing mine when I reach for the button on his dress slacks.

  “You don’t have to do that. Tonight was about you. I owed you an apology. The problem is I want to apologize again and again, but with my cock.” His response startles me because I’m not expecting him to want me as badly as I want him.

  “But I want to…” I nibble nervously on my bottom lip. “Please?” I add, hoping the added measure helps. A ghost of a smile pulls at his lips as he whispers the next words.

  “You’re so perfect, Fallon, so fucking perfect.” Excitement zings through me when I realize I’m actually going to do this. I’m going to suck my best friend’s cock, the man I’ve been fantasizing about since I was old enough to know what sex was.

  I undo the button on his pants before I lose my courage. Reed cups my cheek, cradling it in his palm while running his thumb along my bottom lip. The second his slacks are undone they fall to the floor revealing a very naked, very excited Reed.

  “You go commando?” I ask in shock. Reed merely smirks as I take in his huge length. He’s so long and thick, thicker than anything I’ve laid eyes on. As I stare at him, fear starts to trickle through me. How is that going to fit in any part of my body?

  “Don’t be scared.” He must sense the tension rolling off of me. I push down the fear and wet my lips before taking his length into my hands. I won’t let my trepidation stop me from doing this.

  He groans loudly at the touch of my hand, his head tipping back to look at the ceiling. I take the moment to lick the tip of his cock, my tongue swirling around the head gently. His hands drop to grip his thighs, the cords in his arms straining as though he’s holding himself back.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, grinning impishly as I run one finger up and down his smooth shaft. The head is velvety soft, softer than I expected a cock to feel.

  “I’m perfect,” he grits out through his teeth, and I hold back the laughter threatening to escape me, choosing to suck the head of his cock into my mouth. I open wide, trying to work more of him inside and alternating between sucking and licking, hoping like hell it feels good since I’ve only ever done this once before.

  He moans, and I look up at him, the intense expression on his face making me press my thighs together with renewed need. Reed’s looking at me like I’m the center of his world and the feeling is addictive. I want him to always look at me this way.

  There’s no way I can fit all of him in my mouth, so I wrap one hand around his base and stroke it up and down the part of his length not filling my mouth. His moans get louder, and it’s all I can do not to drop one hand between my own legs. He wa
s all about me earlier, though, so this needs to be all about him. I need to show him I can pleasure him just as much as he pleasured me.

  Reed’s hips start thrusting forward to meet my mouth and when he hits the back of my throat, I try to swallow, having watched and read enough porn to know I need to do that if I want to deep-throat him. It doesn’t work as well as it does in those videos, but the small gagging sound I make has him swelling larger in my mouth as his hand comes up to rest on the back of my head.

  He pulls my hair up into a makeshift ponytail and starts directing my movements, his hand moving my head in a sexy rhythm, urging me to take him deeper each time. The taste of his pre-cum fills my mouth as he gets closer to orgasm, and I greedily swallow it, wanting every bit of him I can get.

  He takes my mouth with carnal need which turns me on further. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would get to see Reed’s cock, let alone put my mouth on it.

  “I’m going to come, Fal, so if you don’t want it in your mouth, pull away now,” he growls, dropping his hand from my hair.

  His words spur me on more, and I suck harder, working him with both my hand and mouth while keeping my eyes locked on his. Pleasure at seeing me so eager to taste him crosses his face before his head drops back and he growls, punching his hips forward as his cock starts to pulse, shooting his come into the back of my throat.

  I swallow as fast as I can, not wanting to waste a drop. I’m not sure how much time passes before his body relaxes. I gentle my movements, my mouth caressing the still hard column of flesh. My hand slows so it’s barely moving and I finally pull back, pressing a final kiss to the tip of his cock.

  Reed cups my face in his hands, rubbing his thumb across my cheekbone. I continue to stare up at him, searching his face for clues as to how he feels about what we just did. He came, so it had to be good for him, right?

  He helps me up off the floor and dips his head to kiss me softly. “That was amazing, Fallon.” I flush in pleasure at his words, my body swaying closer to his. Then, he takes my hand and starts leading me over to his bed and I panic.

  We can’t do this yet. I’m not ready.

  “What are you doing?” I hide the fear from my voice as best I can.

  Reed turns back to look at me, confusion slowly filling his eyes. “It’s late, and we both just came hard. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t been sleeping well all week.” His head tips to the side as he continues to study me. “I just want to hold you in my arms. Is that okay?”

  I want nothing more than to get in that bed with him, especially after hearing him say those words, but tonight has been intense and I can’t stay here, no matter how much I want too.

  My head starts shaking before I can stop it, and I pull my hand out of his and straighten my dress, making sure it’s covering all the important places, especially since he destroyed my panties in his haste to put his mouth on me.

  Even though I’m decent, I still feel laid bare, like every emotion, every feeling I have for him, is there for him to see. I started today thinking our friendship was over, and now I’ve agreed to have his baby, had my first non-solo orgasm, and sucked Reed’s dick. That’s too much for one girl in one night. Letting him hold me while we sleep would just be pushing it.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I finally say, looking everywhere but at him.

  He takes a step closer and it’s all I can do not to back away from him. The only thing that keeps me from doing that is the knowledge that if I do, it will only hurt him. He’ll think he pushed me, that he took things too far. That isn’t the case. I just need time to process everything, to come to terms with all the ways my life has changed tonight.

  We went twenty years as nothing more than friends and after all we’ve done tonight we more than blurred the lines.

  My body tenses, waiting for him to argue with me, or ask me why, but after a few seconds I hear him sigh. He knows I obsess over things, and this whole situation is huge for both of us.

  “Okay, Fallon.” He sounds sad, which makes me want to take it back, to agree to stay so he’s happy. But I can’t because if this is going to work between us, if I’m going to give him the baby he needs, we can’t get attached to each other. We can’t fall in love.

  I keep my eyes firmly on the floor and watch as he reaches down to grab his pants. “Give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll walk you home.”

  The resignation in his voice is killing me. If he walks me home and tries to kiss me goodnight, I’ll cave. This time I do back up, needing to put some physical distance between us. “No.” The word comes out much firmer than I intend, and when I see his arm freeze, his body still partially bent over, I finally force myself to meet his eyes. My voice is soft when I continue. “I...I need some space, Reed.”

  He starts to speak, and I cut him off, knowing what he’s about to ask. It’s exactly what I feared. “I don’t regret this, what happened between us. Not even a little. But, I need a little time to...think about all of this, all the changes that are about to happen. It’s not you, really, it’s me.”

  I take a step closer to him and put my hand on his arm when he straightens. My skin tingles where it touches his, but I ignore it. His eyes search mine and I try to reassure him. “I do want to do this for you. Please believe me. We can talk tomorrow, after we’ve both had a chance to sleep on everything.”

  Reed wants to argue, I can tell, but whatever he sees in my expression has him nodding. “All right. If that’s what you need.” He smiles. It’s a small one, but it’s still there. “Can I at least call down and have them grab a cab for you? I don’t want you standing outside this late waiting for one to pass by.” His concern for me warms my heart, and this time, I’m the one who smiles.

  “Yes, I guess I can let you do that, but you’re not coming down to the lobby with me.” I narrow my eyes, setting straight any thoughts he may be thinking.

  “Fine,” he grudgingly concedes. “But I want you to text me the minute you get home.”

  Once I’ve agreed to that too, he pulls me into a hug and I feel his heart pounding against mine. Reed takes a deep breath, then whispers, “Thank you, for everything you gave me tonight, and not just for agreeing to have my baby.”

  “You’re welcome, Reed. Anything for my best friend.” I smile, pulling away, and can see the sadness in his eyes. He walks me to the door and lets me out, our eyes meeting one last time before he closes the door and I head down to the lobby.

  Tears prick my eyes as I slowly realize how much is changing between Reed and I. If anything goes wrong, there won’t be any going back to being just friends and I think that’s what terrifies me the most.

  The weekend seems to drag by painfully slow. I can’t drink enough to get rid of the memory of Fallon sucking my cock. I want to call her so badly and beg her to come over just to hang out with me, but I resist, knowing it was the first sign of something far worse, something I need to nip in the ass right now.

  First it will be hanging out. Then date nights, and before either of us realize it, we’ll be in love and breaking the first rule of our agreement.

  Sitting in my office Monday morning, I watch as everyone funnels into work. Each of them getting to their desks right on time. Yet, the only one I care to know anything about is the woman sitting at the desk right outside my office.

  Today she’s wearing a tight dress with flowers on it. The dress is beautiful, but the skin beneath it is prettier and I want to taste her again more than I care to admit.

  Groaning into my coffee cup, I adjust my sudden hard-on. Fuck Fallon is deep beneath my skin. Making all those rules and stipulations is turning out to be nothing more than a goal to see how fast we can break them.

  Staring at her over my coffee mug I wonder if I can handle her being with another man someday. Will I be able to see her belly swollen with his baby after having mine? I stare way longer than necessary, so long that I don’t hear Ryker clearing his throat at the entrance to my office.


  “Take a picture of her, it’ll last longer.” He snickers like he just told the funniest joke on the planet. I roll my eyes, gulping my coffee down and placing the mug back on the desk even though the idea of throwing it at his head is quite tempting.

  “If you like your job as much as you say you do, I suggest you go back to your floor and maybe—I don’t know—do something productive.” I switch my computer on, enter my password and start checking emails. There’s one from Dad’s assistant but I don’t get to click on it because Fallon appears in the doorway a second later.

  “Your father called a meeting. He wants to see if arrangements have been made.” She air quotes the word arrangements, and I almost laugh, almost. No one knows we’ve made an agreement to do this.

  Ryker rolls his eyes, “Thank you, Fallon. I was coming to tell him until he told me to go back to doing my job.” He grumbles, shoving from my leather sofa and stretching. He gives Fallon a soft look, kissing her cheek quickly, then brushes past her, heading towards the boardroom.

  His exit leaves Fallon and I alone together for the first time since this weekend. Her creamy pale cheeks warm when I look at her.

  “How was your weekend?” I ask calmly, even though all I can think about is bending her over the desk and kissing every exposed inch of her flesh. She’s intoxicating, better than the strongest whiskey. Better than any high a drug can offer. She’s her own brand of heroine, my brand of heroine.

  “Good…” She clears her throat, her eyes focusing on the floor.

  I can’t stop myself once I’m within touching distance and tip her chin upwards, the desire to kiss her overtaking every thought in my head. “What happened between us wasn’t an accident and it’s going to happen again. You need to get used to seeing me at work and wanting you in a way other than friendship.” Pressing a soft kiss against her ruby-painted lips, I can see a response forming in her head just from the simple way her nose scrunches and her eyebrows almost frown at me.

  “We need to get going.” She huffs out a breath, instead of saying whatever else is on her mind. Her green eyes meet mine, and I know she sees me, even the parts I don’t want her to see. That’s what happens when you give yourself over to someone.