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

by J. L. Beck

  “Okay, but just this one time. If I let you make a habit of it you’ll be over here all the damn time.” I try to sound as if I’m annoyed, but there’s too much mirth in my voice.

  Reed stands with me in his arms, and I squeal, holding on tight he walks us back to my bedroom, his movements are slow and I worry he may drop me on the floor if we don’t get to my bed soon. “Let’s go cuddle.”

  “You can put me down. I don’t need you to carry me.” We arrive at my bedroom door and he twists the knob, pushing it open.

  “I know I don’t need to, but I want to.” He growls, walking over to the bed, lowering me onto it gently. He makes quick work of his shirt, and my mouth drops open as I take in his solid form. His muscles are tight, and his abs look as if they’ve been chiseled from stone, and when he pops the button on his jeans my insides turn to mush.

  Last time he was commando; will he be this time? He shoves his pants to the floor, his strong thigh muscles, and calves tightening as he removes them.

  Arousal pools between my thighs. Reed’s hard…and definitely going commando.

  “Move over,” he orders, reaching for the light. He fumbles with it for a moment before it switches off. Then, his huge, warm body climbs into bed. Heat pours off of him into me as he rolls to his side, situating me with my back against his front before grabbing the comforter and pulling it over our bodies.

  “Are you sure we should…” My voice trails off when I feel his nose touch the back of my head, his hot breath fanning my neck. He’s inhaling me, and I slowly settle into his body, feeling his heartbeat thump steadily against my back, his fingers splayed across my hip, pulling me tightly against his groin.

  He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to cuddle, and with every breath I take, a sense of comfort fills me. Yes, I’m scared about what our future will bring, but my fears can wait. For now, I do have him, and I’m not going to make the mistake of wasting another second.

  “Sweet dreams, Reed.” I nuzzle his hand beneath my head, and slowly drift off to sleep, his heartbeat and scent the sweetest lullaby there ever was.

  Warmth. It’s everywhere. I sniff, and Fallon’s floral scent fills my lungs, her hair tickling my nostrils. This is my favorite dream. I know it’s not real because Fallon’s not in this bed with me, she never is. She’s at her apartment a couple blocks over.

  When I try to roll over, a hand grasps my arm, and a small form snuggles into my side. My eyes pop open, and I panic for a second, hoping I didn’t let some random woman bring me home with her last night because I was drunk.

  I look around the room, taking in the familiar décor and the woman nuzzling my side. I’m pretty sure Fallon is the one cuddling my arm, but I can’t be sure. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I look back down at her, realizing it is her. We’re in her bed, and my body sags, so relieved that I came here last night instead of doing something I know I’d regret. I’m sleeping with her … literally sleeping.

  She burrows deeper into my side, her hand resting against my abs while I remain on my back. I can feel my morning erection grow harder with each passing second, and I wonder if I should get up and leave, or stay and talk about …

  My thoughts trail off when last night’s memories slam into me all at once:

  Grant and the conversation we had. Fallon, her letting me carry her off to bed, and her very real fear of being unable to provide me with a baby, the one thing she knows I need.

  A soft whimper escapes her lips and I shift towards her. This might be my only chance to watch her sleep. She looks so peaceful and happy, and I take in her heart-shaped face. There’s a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose I want to run my finger across, but I resist, not wanting to wake her up yet.

  I admire her beauty, tracing a finger across her brow, then down her cheek. Her lips are a soft pink, begging to be devoured, by me. She stirs, but doesn’t wake at my touch.

  My cock hardens further, if that’s even possible… Maybe I should get up and jack off before she wakes up. I’m so pent up with need I for her that it’s probably a good idea, but I can’t bring myself to miss a moment of her peaceful looking face.

  She makes another sound, and when I look up at her eyes I’m greeted by a pair of sleepy emerald-colored ones.

  “Good Morning, sweet girl,” I purr in her ear, cupping her cheek so I can nuzzle below her ear with my nose, inhaling her calming scent.

  Fallon arches into my touch and I can’t keep myself from pressing my lips to her skin. She tempts me in ways I never thought I could be tempted by a woman. Her skin against my lips is so soft and tastes like vanilla and cherries.

  I feel more than hear the gasp that leaves her mouth the minute my tongue touches the skin just below her ear. Knowing I affect her so much makes me feel like a fucking king. I blaze a trail of kisses across her throat, my lips resting against her racing heartbeat.

  “Reed,” she says my name with more need than I’ve ever heard her say it before.

  “What do you need?” I pull away, gazing into her eyes. I can see how much she wants me and whatever is going on between us.

  She lifts one hand to run her fingers through my hair. “I want you,” She whispers, so softly I almost don’t hear her, but I know exactly what she wants. She wants what I do. The same thing I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.

  We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for days, and it’s finally time for it to stop. I need her just as badly as she needs me, and I need to be the one to take her. To be the first man inside her. I want to be the only man inside her. I know I should tell her, reassure her this is what I want too, but the words just won’t come to me.

  Rolling her over onto her back, I crawl between her legs, bracing one arm on either side of her head. Fallon looks up at me with wide eyes, not sure what I’m doing. I look down at her, and my eyes widen when I realize what she’s wearing.

  “Fuck…” I let the word slip out, simply because it’s all I can think to say.

  She’s wearing one of my t-shirts. It’s covering the body I want like no other, and knowing something of mine is touching her makes me frantic to claim her. Seeing her in my shirt makes me feel like she belongs to me alone, even though I know I can’t keep her forever.

  “Are you okay?” she asks, her voice trembling. I don’t want to scare her away, but I can feel my control slipping, my need taking over.

  My hands shake as I trail them down her body, my fingers grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. She starts to sit up, but I shake my head. “Hold still.”

  I drop the shirt on the floor, freezing when her panties are revealed. They’re tiny, white and thanks to her arousal almost sheer. The need to touch her is too much, and my finger moves to trail along the center of her wet thong before I even make the conscious decision to do it.

  The moan she releases at my touch spurs me on and I dip my finger under the edge so I can feel her wetness. I relish in the feeling of her arousal against my fingers and love knowing I make her this way, that she wants me so much because God knows I can’t hide the way she turns me on.

  “But, I want to touch you,” I can hear the need in her voice, but I’m so afraid I’ll take things to far if she touches me. Shaking my head I slip two fingers inside her tight hole, watching as her back comes up off the bed with a moan of pleasure.

  “I want to be gentle with you.” I growl, moving my fingers in and out of her, my palm rubbing against her clit just enough to get her close to the edge, but not letting her go over it. “I want to take you like you should be taken your first time.” I rub her hard nipple between my thumb and pointer finger, her hands removing their grasp on the bedsheet to hold onto my forearms, her nails digging in. She’s not halting my movements, but encouraging me. “I’m just not sure I can.”

  The scrape of her hands makes me almost come unglued, and electricity flows through me, bringing my body to life.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” I growl, my voice deepe
r and my body shaking with need.

  Her voice is husky with desire, but the words come out clear. “Yes. I want you, Reed.”

  “I’m going to try my damnedest to make this good for you.” I lean in, releasing her nipple, and press a hard kiss to her lips, stealing the breath from her lungs. She grips me hard, holding me in place, and I up the pace of my fingers as my lips devour hers. I don’t stop until I feel her pussy tightening around my digits.

  Fallon comes, her pussy fluttering with aftershocks of pleasure, and I milk every ounce of her climax, spreading her wider with my fingers to accommodate my cock, which she will be taking very soon.

  “Ahhh… That was….” Her words trail off, and I smirk, knowing there aren’t words to describe the pleasure she’s feeling. Kissing the tip of her nose, I gently pull out of her, bringing my fingers to my lips and licking the evidence of her arousal off of them.

  My eyes close, and I moan at the taste. She’s slightly salty, with a musky scent, and there’s nothing like the taste of her on my tongue. Nothing.

  “Are you sure this is what you want? Once I start I won’t be able to stop.” I whisper the words, but my eyes fly open when I feel her fingers wrap around my cock.

  She’s biting her bottom lip and looking up at me seductively. “I want you Reed. I want this with you. Will you please give me what I want?”

  I clench my jaw at her hot as fuck words, feeling precum leak out of my cock. Her words even make my dick weep.

  Something flickers in Fallon’s eyes at the sight, and without realizing it, our roles have reversed. I’m now the prey, and she’s the lioness I knew she always was. With little effort, she pushes onto the bed, and I fall onto my back helplessly captivated by her presence.

  She smiles, stripping away her thong, leaving us both bare. In this moment, we’re just Fallon and Reed. Best friends. Lovers. Nothing else matters. Not the arrangement, not what happens tomorrow, or later today. All that matters is us.

  “I want to show you how you make me feel,” she whispers, taking my cock in her hand. Her fingers look so small holding me, and I remind myself of how fragile she is, and how fragile this relationship between us is.

  She rubs her thumb across my sensitive head, through the small amount of liquid, spreading it across the velvety tip. I bite my lip trying to stop my moan of pleasure, tipping my head back to stare up at the ceiling. I’m looking anywhere but at the woman with her hands wrapped around my cock. She starts out slow, her hand moving up and down my cock in a torturous pace.

  “Fuck me.” This time, it’s my fingers digging into the sheets, and I see the ghost of a smile forming on Fallon’s face. She likes me being at her mercy, and so do I.

  She grins. “Yes sir.”

  The seductive look on her face distracts me, and she takes advantage, releasing my cock and scooting back to straddle me. I blink, hyper aware her bare pussy is now resting directly over my eager erection.

  My hands move on their own, gripping her by the hips as she moves up and down over my shaft, her swollen clit brushing the sensitive head. She’s spreading her wetness all over me and knowing I’m the one who made her this wet is such a fucking turn on.

  Then, the head of my cock catches the edge of her virgin pussy and before I can tell her to go slowly she impales herself completely, her ass resting on my thighs.

  Holy shit.Why didn’t anyone warn me this would hurt so much?

  The second his cock pushes inside me, I regret taking it as fast as I did. The pain is immediate and much more than the pinch I expected. My breath catches, and I look down at Reed.

  His eyes are squeezed shut, his neck. He looks so beautiful, I almost want to stop so I can capture the moment and never let it go.

  The tips of his fingers dig into my flesh, and that pain combined with the erotic way he looks right now is just enough to start to distract me from the pain pulsing in my core.

  My entire body burns as I lift myself up and slide back down his ridged length. His cock stretches me in the most delicious way, and a moan of pleasure rips from my throat before I can stop it. Reed’s fingers grip my hips tighter, almost halting my movements as I come back down. His eyes open, and the blue sparkles in the light streaming through the window.

  “You’re tight as fuck, Fal. I need you to slow down,” Reed demands through clenched teeth. I want to listen but, this feels too good. This is what I’ve waited for, and I’m not going to let him ruin this moment with his warnings and demands.

  Pressing my lips to his, I whisper,“Shhh,” then place my hands against his chest, bracing myself so I can ride him harder. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and I don’t have to wonder if I doing this right.

  The more I move, the less it hurts, and with each up and down movement the pleasure grows until my entire body is controlled by one single need: the need to come.

  Reed must sense my urgency, almost as though we’re tethered to each other. Knowing just what my body needs, my movements become erratic, like I’m running in a marathon and close to the finish line. My heart slams against my rib cage, as he thrusts up into me, my pussy convulsing when my orgasm crashes over me.

  It’s so intense when I come, I stop moving. My hands ball up into fists against Reed’s warm chest, and I can’t concentrate on anything but these feelings coursing through my body. I’m almost drowning in pleasure. Air refuses to fill my lungs as the waves of pleasure continuously slam into me.

  Reed is chasing his own orgasm, so when I freeze on top of him, he flips me over so he has better leverage to pound his cock in and out of me. His movements prolong my own pleasure, and my body pulses rhythmically around the hard column of flesh filling me completely. After three brutal thrusts, I feel the heat of his release against the walls of my pussy.

  His cock jerks inside me, and when I open my eyes post orgasm, I find him staring down at me with clear blue eyes that are full of unspoken words. Something reflects back at me in his eyes, something that tells me we’ll never be the same again.

  It’s something I already know, considering I can’t unscrew my best friend.

  Once his hips stop, his focus turns fully to me… and suddenly I feel self-conscious. Reed’s eyes search my face, looking for any sign that what we’ve done has caused me pain, whether physical or emotional. I keep my eyes open, hopefully letting him see that what we just did was amazing, something I hope to repeat soon.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, his deep voice full of concern. For a second I forget about his question and wonder to myself if he always looks this good after sex? His dark brown hair is a mess, and sweat has formed against his brow from how hard his thrusts were. He looks like one of the hotties at the gym I always drool over.

  “Fallon.” He cups me by both cheeks, forcing my thoughts back to the present.

  “Yeah?” I ask, my voice breaking. I feel so different, renewed even. He’s not looking at me differently which is strange, since I see him in a different light now.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I shake my head. He didn’t hurt me, unless you count that first pinch when I took him inside me, but I’m the one who caused that.

  “No, but I…” I stop licking my lips when I feel him stiffen inside me as he awaits my response, “Can we do that again?” I ask, my belly fluttering as I wait for his answer. He’s still inside me, cradling my body against his chest.

  Reed smirks. “You’re a little vixen, aren’t you? One taste of my cock and you’re begging for round two already.” His dirty words make me squirm, and his grin widens. He knows exactly how he’s affecting me.

  “It feels good,” I say with a pout. “Sorry, I didn’t spend the last four years fucking everyone and everything.” I realize how harsh my comment is only after I’ve spoken the entire sentence.

  Reed doesn’t seem fazed by my words though, instead he releases my cheeks to run his hands over my body, like he’s painting a masterpiece and I am his canvas. “I’m going to spend every waking minute making it up to you
.” He leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth and causing goose bumps to erupt all over my skin. Then, he releases it with a pop that resonates through the room. I whimper, craving his mouth against my breast. “I’m going to take you hard.” He thrusts forward, and I gasp, my body clenching his cock.

  “And fast…” He thrusts two more times before slowing his pace, his hands touching every part of my body he can reach. “Then, I’m going to go slow, making you come so many times you’ll beg me to stop.” I believe him, my body relaxing into the mattress as I let him do whatever he wants. He owns me; my heart, mind, body, and soul … it all belongs to him.

  “Reed,” I cry out as he fucks me like he’s trying to leave his imprint on my soul, and when I come I almost weep, the pieces of my heart breaking away from my body like they know they no longer belong to me, but to him instead.

  Reed Winston.

  My best friend.

  And now… my lover.

  Something changed between Fallon and me that morning. Now, I’m hyper aware of her every second of the day. Every sound she makes, every laugh, every. Single. Noise sets my body on fire. The work week is impossibly hard to get through, and I find myself gravitating towards her, wanting to spend every single second of the day with her. Even when people start to notice, I still don’t care.

  Looking myself over in the mirror, I straighten my bow tie. I’m anxious, terrified of what tonight will bring. I know taking Fallon to the gala tonight will only encourage the office gossip, and even though I’m not hiding what we shared, I’m not announcing it either.