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

by J. L. Beck

  “Brooke…” I shook her gently but she didn’t startle, causing panic to mount within me. “Wake up sleepyhead…” As if on cue of hearing my voice, her head shot up, her face a blotched red mess. It was more than evident that she had been crying and even more obvious that she had an anxiety attack.

  And you weren’t here dickhead.

  “I’m sorry…” Her voice was weak and missing the spark it always had. I could see fresh tears swimming in her eyes and knew she was on the verge of crying again, but why?

  “Don’t be sorry baby… You know I love you regardless of anything that happens between us…” I soothed her, smoothing a hand across her head. She stared up at me with wonder and amazement as if she wasn’t sure how she had gotten a guy like me, when the answer was plain as day… She was just that fucking good.

  “I’m sorry you had to find me this way. It’s just been a really long day…” She tried to wipe away the lingering mascara and tears from her eyes but it was pointless. She was only making it worse, sending black streaks across her face.

  “What happened? Are you okay? I know you’ve been crying, so please don’t hide that from me. You know I would never leave Brooke…” Maybe she thought I wasn’t going to come back? Whatever she was thinking I wanted to tell her she was wrong because she meant the world to me, and no matter what she said to me or how hard she pushed me away, I would always remain here with her.

  “I can’t lose you Zane. I can’t.” She sat up, wrapping her arms around my chest. I felt the same way but where had this come from? What sparked such sadness from her?

  “You’ll never lose me. Never,” I assured her, smoothing a hand over her head and pushing the stray strands that clung to the side of her cheeks.

  “Kiss me.” The words were barely audible but I heard them, my heart bursting at the seams. She had no idea what she was asking me. I couldn’t stop at just a kiss. I wouldn’t.

  “You said you didn’t want to do this anymore Brooke….” I repeated the words she had said to me the other day back to her.

  “I was lying Zane.” I stared down into her brown eyes becoming mesmerized with her. I had never loved a woman or made love to a woman like I did Brooke. She was fragile, perfect, and the one thing that I didn’t want tainted by my father.

  “I believe it baby but if I kiss you there isn’t going any back. I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you.” I couldn’t resist not telling her. I had no know if she wanted me like that again.

  She swallowed, her eyes were swollen from all the tears she had cried and I wanted to make it better. I wanted take the pain she was feeling away.

  “Then don’t stop. Touch me. Make me yours but never stop Zane. Never.” Her hand cradled the side of my cheek, her touch gentle. I melted into it, wanting this moment between us to last forever.

  Releasing myself and letting the restraints go, I pulled her in closer to my face, our lips barely touching as I breathed in her floral scent. There was once a time when I could never see myself touching Brooke as more than a friend and then I started noticing her hips and breasts and her reaction to my touch, and now we were both too far gone to care.

  “I won’t stop trying Brooke…” I slammed my lips against her with far more intensity than needed. A deep gasp fell from Brooke’s lips as she adjusted to the pressure of my lips against hers, her fingers going straight into my hair pulling tightly at the strands, making my cock ache harder than it ever had before.

  Without warning I was pulling at her flimsy nightshirt, my hands making quick work of the material. Next would be her panties, and I wouldn’t be nearly as nice to them as I was the rest of her clothing.

  Brooke gripped at my dress pants, unbuttoning them and ripping at the buttons on my dress shirt. Her need to have me undressed was as bad as my need to have her under me.

  Buttons flew in every direction as my dress pants fell to the floor where I kicked them off. My hard as steel cock was at attention and more than ready for her touch. I caught a glimpse of pleasure in her eyes as I did away with the rest of my shirt leaving both of us naked, minus her panties.

  “Do you like what you see Brooke?” It had only been two days since I last sunk into Brooke but the need to be inside her every day was all consuming. When I was inside her I felt like nothing could take her away from me.

  “I love what I see…” Her voice was quiet and wobbled with fear as she got up and pushed me onto the couch. “I also feel the need to take control of what I see…” She smirked and I leaned back casually, both hands resting behind my head more than willing to see what spell she could put me under.

  Her hips swayed back and forth, her perfect perky tits calling to me. Her nipples puckered as I reached out plucking at the rosy buds. I watched curiously as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

  Was she going to suck my cock? My Adam’s apple bobbed as I swallowed down the anticipation. Fuck me, she was so beautiful between my legs and at the mercy of my cock. She gripped my length in her small hand, sucking the swollen head of my cock into her mouth.

  “Jesus fucking Christ Brooke…” My stomach twisted as one of my hands slipped into her hair, the warmth of her mouth nearly sending me over the edge.

  “Mmmm…” She moaned around my cock, her hands massaging my balls as she sucked more of me into her mouth. My head fell back against the couch. I felt nothing but her mouth devouring me, owning me.

  “Yes Brooke baby…” I thrust my hips upward, my cock slamming into the back of her throat. A gagging sound filled the air as I pumped in and out of her mouth losing control. Brooke’s tongue swirled over the head, flicking against the opening of my penis…

  “Fuck me… Fuck me…” I hissed out, slamming into her warm mouth one last time before my hot release sprayed against the back of her throat. My eyes remained open and on hers as I watched her swallow every single drop down. When she finally released my cock I was on her like a man that had been starved of love. Pulling her down on the couch next to me, I pushed her back forcing her to lie down.

  “Returning the favor?” She smiled, leaning up on her elbows to watch me. The other times we had done this she had never been so interested, not like she was right now.

  “More than returning baby. I’m going to have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.” I smirked, pressing a kiss to the inside of her creamy white thigh. I could hear her exhale and knew her heart had to be racing. Truthfully I could sit between Brooke’s thighs all day every day, sucking, licking and devouring her and it would never get old.

  Her taste was something you couldn’t replace or copy… I looked down staring at her bare folds. Her pussy was glistening in the light saturated with need–need that belonged to me.

  “Please…” Her plead for the pleasure she knew only I could give her made me grin. There was the girl that was weak in the knees for me.

  “Patience baby, patience…” I teased her, my fingers slipping between her folds and circling around her clit. She shuttered against the couch, her legs quivering with built up need.

  “I want you…” Her fingers clung to my biceps as her desperation sunk into my skin, her legs falling further apart giving me greater access to her. With the pad of my thumb I rubbed gentle circles against her clit while inserting two fingers deep inside her warm pussy.

  “Fuck you’re so tight Brooke…” I rasped, her muscles clenching tightly around me. I pumped in and out of her at a snail’s pace, building the anticipation in need that much further so that when she finally did cum it would feel like three orgasms in one.

  “Harder…” Brooke whispered, breathless, her face flushed with need. I continued at my slow pace, watching her wither and when I was sure she had had enough, I moved my thumb and replaced it with my tongue flicking the tight bud furiously.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” Brooke became vocal in a second flat, her thighs trying to come together, while her pussy clenched around my two fingers. I continued my assault on her tight cunt, lickin
g up every single drop of release that dripped from her. I sucked and flicked the tight bundle of nerves until her back was lifting off the couch and her nails were scraping against my scalp. Her release was fast and hard, knocking the wind out of both of us. Every time I was with Brooke I became breathless. She had that impact on me.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. I can’t hold off any longer.” The words rumbled from my chest as I placed my cock at her entrance. Brooke’s fingers slid across my chest and down over my abs. She looked like she was taking a picture with her eyes, as if she wouldn’t see me again.

  “Take me Zane…” she ordered, and I did, slipping deep inside her warm passage, my body begging me to take her hard and slam balls deep inside her but I didn’t. Instead I forced myself to slow, slipping inside her inch by inch, my body shaking with need.

  “Every time with you feels like the first time.” My voice wobbled as I pulled out all the way and slammed back in. Pleasure shot up my spine as I thrust deeper and deeper never feeling that I was seated all the way in her.

  Brooke clung to me, her nails raking against my skin, digging at just the right time. We clung to each other, mending the broken things that were trying to come between us.

  “It’s always going to be you,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. I wasn’t sure why she was crying but I understood she was emotional right now so I let her do what she needed to do, my hips hitting her g-spot as I peppered her face with kisses.

  “I love you,” I said the words like they were secret, between kisses. She sniffled, a sob releasing from her throat as I held her closer than I ever had before. We clung together as we both fell apart, our bodies slick with sweat and warmed all over. My release shot to the back of her pussy while she squeezed me tight like a vise.

  “I love you too Zane and I never want you to forget it…” She cupped my cheek, her brown eyes swirling with secrets.

  “I’ll never forget you Brooke baby, never…” I promised, plucking her off the couch and carrying her to my bedroom. This is where we should’ve been all along, in my bed. I would fix that now, by taking her over and over again right here on my mattress and when I finally got through with her she wouldn’t remember why she wanted to end things between us.

  I knew leaving would be hard but I never expected it to be this bad. I had to follow through with Gerald’s orders even if I wanted to tell him to shove them up his ass. He knew just how to destroy my perfectly held together life. One call to my mother and any dream I had of a college education would fly out the window.

  Staring down at Zane’s sleeping form I let the self-loathing fester deep inside my chest. This wasn’t going to go over easily with him, so it was probably best if I just waited until he was gone in the next couple hours.

  Would he hate me for leaving? Tears stung my eyes but I blinked them away, not wanting them to ruin the perfect view I had of Zane. He was so at peace when we slept together, all the worry and anxiety that marred his features during the day faded away when he was sleeping.

  “I’m going to hate myself for doing this to us, but I have to Zane…” I whispered so softly I almost couldn’t tell if I had said the words out loud or not. Zane took that moment to roll over, his hand flopping onto my lap where he squeezed my thigh gently.

  We stayed that way for a long time, until the sky went from dark to warm wisps of orange and yellow, the sun peeking up over the horizon and directly into the large window in our bedroom. I didn’t want the moment to end because I knew what it would bring– sadness.

  Zane’s alarm rung out filling the room with the sound of ACDC’s Hells Bells. A groan and grunt left his lips as he slithered away from me and across the mattress to turn the damn thing off. When he rolled over and saw me sitting up clearly wide awake, his demeanor seemed to change from sleepy and slightly frustrated to worried, the creases on his forehead once again reappearing.

  “How long have you been awake?” His voice was still full of sleep and I wished like crazy that I could take it and bottle it up so that whenever I was longing to hear his voice in the days to come I could.

  “Not long…” I smiled sweetly, praying that my emotions would stay at bay for the time being. “I’ve just been watching you sleep… Did you know you snore really, really loud…”My smile grew as did his.

  “Oh really…” The seduction in his voice had me melting like butter on a hot muffin. I bit my button lip stifling a laugh that threatened to escape me.

  “And you drool…” I started but was stopped as Zane pounced on me, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me down onto the mattress. My hands reached up and landed against his strong, firm shoulders. The skin was taunt and warm as I gripped it trying to keep myself in the present.

  “The only reason I drool is because you’re sleeping next to me and I’m salivating over the fact that I can’t be eight inches deep inside of you all night…” I could feel my cheeks reddening at his comment. Dirty talk was new to me.

  “You are not…” I rolled my eyes but was stunned speechless as soon as Zane’s firm lips pressed against mine without warning. There was so much intensity, love, and unsaid words in that kiss that my heart wept from the inside out. I clung to his body never wanting the moment to end, our lips speaking a language that neither of us understood, one that only our bodies could decipher. I opened up more to him, letting his tongue flick against my own, the erotic dance of our tongues sending shock waves throughout my body.

  When Zane finally pulled away I was gasping for air but more than that, I was gasping for one more day with him. His eyes held mine, holding my body in a trance, and keeping me at his will.

  “I don’t have time for a full breakfast this morning so this will have to do…” The boyish grin that flashed across his face made my heart flutter out of my chest. Zane’s fingers moved gently down my sides, stopping at my hips where he gripped the edge of my lace panties, pulling them down my ass and off my legs.

  “Breakfast?” I looked down at him, rising up on my elbows as he descended down my body like a lion hunting its prey. He hovered over my pussy, his mouth a few millimeters away from it. I could feel his hands sinking into the flesh along my thighs, urging me to open up wider for him.

  “Yes Brooke baby. I’m going to take from you all the nutrients I will need to get through the day.” He was so smooth and corny but I loved the fuck out of him. Given no chance to respond, Zane was lifting my ass and bending me so my legs were resting against his shoulders, while he had me bent so that my pussy was on full display for him. The position didn’t hurt but I had never been so exposed before.

  “This is different…” Anxiety filled my voice. Zane stared down at me smirking before he flicked his tongue against my clit, the tight bundle of nerves skyrocketing with every little touch.

  “Your pussy is mine to feast on, how I want, when I want, and where I want. If I want you exposed for me then you will be…” The animalistic growl that erupted from deep within his chest had me gripping onto the sheet, excitement zinging through my veins.

  Without notice Zane dove in like he was diving into an ice cream cone, his tongue licking me from top to bottom and back again.

  “Dear Lord…” My fingers dug deeper into the sheets. “I want to wake up like this every morning…” I panted, the heat between my legs rising with every lick. Zane laughed against my pussy sending pleasurable waves through me.

  I sunk my heels into his shoulder blades urging him to take more and he complied, two fingers breaching my hole almost immediately.

  “Who owns this pussy Brooke?” he baited me. If I wanted my release I was going to have to work for it.

  “You do…” My voice was husky and filled with lust. My body trembled and my hands reached out for Zane’s body as he folded me in half, taking from me whatever he wanted.

  “Who fucks this pussy?” he asked next, his dirty questions teasing me while his fingers entered me ever so slowly, dragging out my response.

  “Yoooouuuuu�
�” I moaned the entire word, my head slamming back against the pillows. The distinct building in my belly was forming; the one that I wanted so badly I could almost taste it.

  I watched between hooded eyes as he licked his bottom lip, a cocky grin slating his features.

  “Good, now cum for me Brooke baby. I want your release all over my fingers. I want your tight cunt squeezing me tight…” Oh Jesus why did he have to talk so dirty?

  I wasn’t given a chance to respond because Zane was already on me, two fingers entering me deep while thrusting upwards rubbing against my sweet spot, while his tongue sucked eagerly on my clit.

  “Zane…” I screamed his name, my voice cracking with need as I arched my hips upward, waning more, so much more. Every lick, suck, and push inside my body wasn’t enough. I wanted it all. I wanted him to own me.

  Pleasure shot up my spine as light flashed behind my eyes, my release exploding through me sooner than I had expected. My pussy convulsed, tightening around his fingers, while my juices seeped into his mouth.

  The orgasm slammed into me and refused to let go, my body was shaking and a shiver ran down my spine as I came crashing down from my high. Zane was still inside of me, his fingers fluttering back and forth ever so gently.

  “That was for me…” he whispered. Confusion contoured on my face.

  “What do you mean that was for you?” I questioned, uncertain of what he meant. My brow furrowed, watching as his face lit up in amusement right before he released me and flipped me over to my belly, all while pulling my hips up into the air while leaving my face on the mattress.

  “That was for me Brooke, my breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Now I’ll give you the real thing. The thing that matters most.” I didn’t even care. Instead I stretched my body, my ass grinding against his steel hard cock.

  When I glanced at him over my shoulder, I saw the no patience look in his eyes. I was going to pay for what I had just done and pay dearly.