The Perfect Guy: A Romance Novel

by LaCarro, Maria

  I met his gaze as he looked up at me pleadingly. I opened my mouth to agree, but he must have thought I would protest again because he leaned forward in order to “persuade me” with one of his mind-blowing kisses.

  I moaned when he pressed his tongue against my closed mouth, but it turned to a giggle when Baby began moving around like he always did when my sexual lust flared up.

  James, who’d felt the kick, sighed and rolled his eyes with a small smile. “You know, your baby is a bit of a cock blocker,” he said, and my giggle turned into laughter.

  “Yeah, and it will be worse after the birth. I hope you’re ready for that.”

  He shook his head at me, still smiling, because he knew I was teasing him.

  “And if you absolutely want to take me to your place, I won’t be difficult,” I said, and his entire face lit up. He leaned forward to kiss me again, but this time, it wasn’t Baby that interrupted, but my growling stomach.

  “I’m starting to believe that we are one of those couples who will never have sex,” he mumbled, but it was loud enough for me to hear.

  I knew he was frustrated, I was too, and I really hoped that what he said wouldn’t come true.

  I had always heard that one’s sex life changed drastically once a child entered the equation, and I just didn’t want it to disappear before it had begun.

  We went down the stairs as quietly as we could since the others were still asleep—James had to help me a lot since I couldn’t exactly sneak any longer—and then looked through the cupboards for something to eat.

  “What do you feel for?”

  I thought about it for a moment. “I want meat. Like sausages and bacon. Oh! And toast with scrambled eggs.”

  James chuckled and then opened the fridge to dig out the meat and eggs. “What do you want to drink?”

  “Juice is fine.”

  I sat by the kitchen table while James cooked our breakfast; he’d insisted that I should stay off my feet today so that I wouldn’t be too tired tonight. I was okay with that. I had started to look forward to going to his place, and it would be nice if I could use my own two feet for the night.

  James handed me a full plate and I started to devour it immediately, suddenly feeling ravenous. He sat down opposite of me and started to eat himself, but it did not go unnoticed by me that his plate wasn’t quite as full, and he didn’t even finish it while I had to fight the urge to lick mine clean.

  It made me very self-conscious, but I tried to keep in mind that I was nine months pregnant, eating for two; of course I would eat more than the average human.

  After breakfast, we decided to just relax in the living room and watch some TV, but it soon became apparent that James had other things in mind. It started out as innocent caresses of my stomach and then my arms, but his touches became bolder and I could clearly feel him growing hard as I was sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest.

  The sensations caused goose bumps to erupt and my nipples pebbled. I was throbbing between my legs, and I was completely done for it when he started to lightly kiss my neck. He knew exactly what his ministrations did to me, and that we weren’t alone in the house, so I couldn’t figure out why he got us both so worked up.

  Sure enough, only minutes later, we heard the creak of someone walking on the second floor, getting ready to descend the stairs, and I had to take several deep breaths to regulate my breathing.

  That we continued to get cock blocked wasn’t even funny anymore. Maybe tonight would be different.

  Before the person upstairs had reached the bottom, I felt James’s breath against my ear.

  “Baby, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself tonight when we’re alone. I just want you so fucking much,” he whispered softly, and I shuddered almost violently.

  His words made me melt inside because he had just voiced my exact thoughts.

  “I can’t wait,” I replied, and I didn’t only hear James’s groan, I felt the vibrations of his chest in my back.

  “Fuck, Jenn, I will think of it the entire day now. I won’t be able to look your dad in the eye.”

  “Good,” I said with a smirk. “You won’t keep me waiting when we get to your place, then.”

  He groaned again, but he didn’t get the chance to get back at me because my dad just reached the bottom and he turned his head when he heard our low conversation.

  “You two are up early,” he stated gruffly before a huge yawn took over, and I shrugged.

  “Yeah, we couldn’t sleep. We’ve already eaten breakfast and there’s some left for you and Sue if you want.”

  He smiled and shuffled tiredly to the kitchen. One thing was for certain, even though my dad had gone up early every morning for the last thirty-something years, he was not a morning person before his first cup of coffee.

  James shifted behind me, and it was clear he was still affected by our previous actions. I turned slightly and looked at him over my shoulder.

  He cleared his throat. “Do you feel it necessary to wait until tonight for us to leave?” he asked, and I would have smirked if his words hadn’t caused a fresh wave of arousal in me.

  “You don’t want to be social first?” I asked breathlessly, but James was shaking his head before I’d finished.

  “Not at all.”

  I suppressed my moan, and then, with the help of James, stood up from the couch. We climbed the stairs together so that we could get dressed. I was becoming more anxious to leave with every second, and it appeared as if James wasn’t much better.

  When we felt ready, we went downstairs again—Sue had now joined my dad in the kitchen—and after a brief goodbye, we went outside and headed toward James’s car.

  He helped me inside, and while he ran around to the driver’s side, I cast a glance on the clock on the dashboard. It was barely past nine in the morning.

  “Ready?” he asked me when he was seated.

  “I’ve been ready for weeks,” I replied, and James groaned when he understood my implication before igniting the engine and starting toward his house.

  For the first time in weeks, we knew for sure that we would get to be alone for the entire day. The possibilities made my mind overflow.

  CHAPTER 34

  UNEXPECTED

  In my imagination, James and I were so wound up in our sexual frustration that we barely made it through the door of his house before he ravished me right in the hallway, preferably against the wall, our mouths never leaving each other, and our breaths mixing in the air between us when we had to come up for air.

  Our heart beats and panting were the only sounds you could hear in the house.

  But of course that wasn’t how it happened. You can’t exactly have a romp like that when you’re nine months pregnant.

  Instead, James parked his car in the driveway before getting out and running around to the other side to help me out. He grabbed my hand and led me as fast as I could walk into the house. It was obvious he was quite eager, but then again, I was too, so I wasn’t judging him.

  He unlocked the door and led me inside only to gently push me up against the door while he hungrily kissed my lips. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and he tasted so good. His breath was a mixture of mint and something musky, and I moaned at the taste.

  I pulled away to breathe for a second, and his kisses moved to my neck. My entire body jerked when he found a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear. I was already incredibly wet—my panties probably ruined—and I did my best to find friction by rubbing my legs together.

  Just as he started to move lower, Baby decided to say hello and gave me a hard kick.

  James chuckled and met my eyes before he went down on his knees and whispered: “Not this time little one. Your mama’s mine for the day.” He looked back up at me and smirked. He then got up to lead me to the couch, but when he turned me around so I was leaning over it, I frowned and looked at him over my shoulder.

  “James,
what are you—” I didn’t finish as his hands shot under my top and began massaging my breasts while his mouth attacked my neck.

  “Oh my god!” I cried out, and he laughed again.

  “Enjoyed that, did you?” the cocky bastard asked.

  “Shut up and keep going,” I told him, and he complied by rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. My moan would have made a porn star proud.

  One hand travelled over my stomach to my pants which he started to slowly push down my legs. His ministrations were heavenly, but too slow, so I huffed before pushing him away and then stripped down to nothing in my own pace.

  He took the hint and tore his own clothes off, and I mean tore. I’m positive a button hit the window.

  I giggled when he lost his balance while removing his pants, but my giggles were silenced when he dropped to his knees and placed kisses first on my bump and then my thighs while his fingers caressed the curls between my legs.

  I was shaking with need, and my legs just about gave out when his mouth connected with my center. Thank god he was holding me up. He was doing this thing with his tongue and fingers that had me moaning loudly and then I fell over the edge as he twisted his fingers and sucked my clit into his mouth.

  “You’re the devil. You know that?” I panted, and he just chuckled again.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said as he stood up and grabbed my hand before we made our way toward the bedroom.

  “Get on the bed,” he ordered, and I shot him a questioning look. I hadn’t heard him use that tone with me since the program.

  “I said get on the bed, Jenn, or you won’t get any of this,” he said lowly while gesturing at his cock. I immediately got on the bed. I wanted it, so I was going to do exactly what he told me to do.

  “Good girl,” he praised.

  I looked at him over my shoulder. “Don’t get used to it,” I replied to which he laughed and shook his head.

  I continued to watch him while he stalked toward me like a predator, and I was his prey. My breath became short when his eyes darkened. He suddenly resembled the old James, but I wasn’t afraid. I got a strange feeling of excitement at the prospect of James being more controlling in bed.

  He crawled slowly toward me, and I gasped when he sucked on my breast.

  “Shit!” I exclaimed, and he moaned

  I felt him release me and looked to see that he was sitting up and away from me.

  “What the hell are you doing?” If he was thinking of stopping, I would have to kill him.

  “Turn over on all fours, Jenn,” he demanded, and I was only happy to oblige when I understood that he had no intention of stopping.

  I almost fell off the bed when I tried to get onto my knees a bit too quickly. As much as I would have preferred our first time to be face to face, being nine months pregnant limited our choice of position.. This way was more than likely the only way this was going to work.

  I was there, on all fours, and it felt like I was waiting forever before I finally felt him behind me. He caressed my skin from my neck to the base of my spine. He squeezed my cheeks, and I bucked back into him.

  “Mmm, Jenn, I always thought you had a nice ass, but the reality is so much better than my imagination,” he purred. I yelped and then moaned when he laid a smack onto my cheek and then caressed it with his hand.

  “Do you like that my dirty girl?” he asked, and I moaned in response.

  He slapped my other cheek, and I begged him to just take me. I felt him move closer, his erection was resting against my center, and I shivered as he bent over me and played with my breasts some more.

  “James, please,” I mewled

  “Shhh, love. I’m going to take care of you, I promise,” he cooed and then I felt him enter me with such slowness that I nearly cried. I went down on my elbows instead and pushed back against him in an attempt to make him go faster.

  “Easy, baby, you feel too good, and I wanna make this last,” he rasped, his voice strained. I tried to do what he asked, but he felt so good, and I was so close already.

  After a few minutes, I felt him move himself away from me, and I immediately wanted to protest, but then he grabbed my hips and started to thrust himself into me hard and fast. It was just what I wanted, and I bucked my hips back into him.

  I was so close, and I grabbed the sheets so hard that they were close to ripping.

  He tightened his grip on my hips and had me sit up, so I could sit on his lap where he helped me grind down on his erection while he thrusted hard back into me.

  It was too much, and I screamed as soon as his fingers made one pass over my clit.

  “Jesus, Jenn, fucking hell,” he groaned loudly into my neck as I felt his release spill into me, and both of us collapsed onto the bed as he brought my body closer to his.

  We just lay like that for a while as we tried to catch our breaths. We didn’t speak, but it wasn’t awkward.

  I was trying to seriously comprehend what had just happened. That had, without a doubt, been the best sex I’d ever had. I was completely mind blown by it.

  “What was that?” I eventually got out, and it caused James to laugh softly.

  “That, love, was us,” he said into the skin of my neck and then moved away from me. I moved to look at him, and I felt the sticky mess we’d made between my legs. James opened a drawer and retrieved a pair of underwear and also something for me to wear which he tossed at me. He walked around the bed to the side where I was lying, and I reached for him.

  “I need help up,” I said with an amused smile.

  James supported me as I got up, but he didn’t let me go once I was standing. Instead, he stood behind me, his hands touching me softly over my stomach and then going down. I giggled, but it soon turned into a moan when his fingers searched through my curls.

  However, I was very sticky down there with both of our releases, and, personally, I wanted to feel fresh before a second round.

  “As good as that feels, I still have to ask you to stop,” I said through a moan.

  “Why?” he asked and started to kiss and nibble where my neck met my shoulder.

  “I’d rather wash up a bit before we go at it again.”

  James exaggerated a sigh and stepped away. When I turned and looked at him, he was pouting like a child and it made me laugh.

  “You’re quite the horny bastard, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am!”

  I shook my head at him and made my way toward the bathroom where I proceeded to wash away the stickiness, and then I went back to the bedroom.

  James was sitting on the bed, and when he saw me he smiled wide. I was amazed with how everything could change in the blink of an eye. Two days ago, both of us had been so nervous just sleeping in the same bed, and the sight of me in only a tank top and panties had caused James to swallow nervously.

  Now, I was as naked as the day I was born and completely comfortable with his hungry gaze on my body. It actually made my desire for the man flare up again, and now it was my turn to stalk toward him.

  He stayed in place and just waited for me to come up to him. Once I was there, I didn’t even hesitate before I straddled him. I could immediately feel that he was more than ready for round two, and I watched as his smirk grew.

  Before I had time to react, James had removed his underwear and grabbed my hips to lift me up and direct me over his erection. I used my hands on his shoulders to slowly lower myself over him, and we both groaned loudly when we were connected again.

  “I think we should eat something, but I don’t want to get out of this bed,” I said a couple of hours later. After that second time, we had watched a movie on James’s laptop, and when that was over, we totally did it a third time. We just couldn’t get enough of each other, like a couple of horny teenagers, but for the moment, we were both completely beat.

  “What do you want? I can fix it for you,” James said and made to get up.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. Surprise me.”
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  James left the room and I stretched out languidly and just enjoyed the freedom of being completely alone in his house.

  I shifted my weight when my back began to ache, probably because I wasn’t on my side the way I was usually sleeping, but the pain did not go away. Instead, it intensified until it felt as if I had to go to the bathroom, so I slowly straightened out until I was standing.

  I didn’t go to the bathroom, because I had a strong suspicion about what was going on. I paced back and forth while taking deep breaths until the ache subsided.

  Just as I thought it was over the muscles in my back and lower abdomen contracted and it reminded me of really intense menstrual cramp.

  Sue had told me that when my contractions began, this is what it would feel like, so I instantly knew I was going into labor.

  And of course I freaked out.

  “James!” I yelled, and I heard a muffled reply from the kitchen. “James!!” I tried again and clutched my stomach as my breath caught in my throat.

  I heard James’s steps from the hallway.

  “What is it, Jenn?” he asked just before he appeared in the doorway. He frowned when he saw that I had both of my hands on my stomach and my eyes closed as I concentrated on my breathing. “What’s going on?” he asked with more concern than before.

  “I’ve gone into labor,” I whispered out.

  CHAPTER 35

  LABOR AND DRUGS

  “Oh shit,” James silently exclaimed. He remained frozen for about two seconds before he flew into action. He crashed into his dresser and started to curse while hopping around. I could only guess that he had stubbed his toe or something like that.

  I felt fascinated as I watched James run in and out of the room in various states of dressed and all the while mumbling incoherently to himself.

  My clothes were in the living room, and I had to get dressed, so I left James to his thoughts and made my way there to put them on. Once again, I felt that walking around eased the pain and I could relax.

  Since I hadn’t planned to sleep over at James’s, I didn’t have anything with me but my purse, so I looked at James, who was still running around, and grabbed the car keys on the table next to the door.