Knocking Up His Best Friend

by Kat Baxter

  A light smattering of brown hair fanned out across his pecs, then tapered into a thin line that went between his six pack. The deep V of his hips pointed downward and oh my god. The bulge at the front of his sweatpants meant that Cooper was packing some serious heat.

  “I mean, really, do you just workout all day? And the solar energy thing is just your cover?”

  He gave me that lopsided grin of his. “Glad you like it. Can we get back to kissing?”

  I reached out and ran my hands down the ridges of his abdominal muscles. He hadn’t looked like this in high school. He’d been so skinny and lanky. But now, now he was like a sexier version of Ryan Reynolds and staring down at me with blatant lust in his eyes.

  “My turn.” He nodded to my shirt.

  “I don’t think so. We’ll have to figure out a way where I get to see you while I remain fully clothed. I can’t compete with that.” I motioned my hand to encompass his chest, then shook my head.

  “Ally, you’re beautiful. You know that.”

  I shook my head again.

  “You’re ridiculous,” he said.

  He lowered himself back onto me and kissed me again. His erection pressed hard into my belly.

  “That night we made out in my bed,” he said, sliding his hand back up my shirt. “I’d left you in there and gone to get you some water and pain relievers and when I came back, you were wearing nothing but your bra and panties. I tried not to notice, but I’m only human. You had these hot as fuck green panties on that molded to your ass.” He shook his head as if remembering. “I find you so sexy, Ally, always have. You don’t have anything to be self-conscious about. Your body is perfect.”

  His hand snaked up and cupped my breast and I arched into him, unable to suppress my moan.

  Why was I trying so hard to hide myself and my desire? As if revealing to him I was actually into this it would somehow change what we were doing. We were trying to make a baby. It was okay if I had a good time. In fact, I’d read that orgasms often aided in getting the sperm up passed the cervix. With that thought, I took a deep breath and let go of my worries and insecurities.

  While I’d been ruminating on all of this, he’d succeeded in hiking my shirt up above my bra.

  “Fuck me,” he said, sitting up.

  I looked down. My pale pink lace bra with black trim lifted and sculpted my breasts perfectly. Outwardly, I dressed for comfort, dowdy some people might say. But underneath I always wore matching, sexy underwear. It was my thing.

  “That’s so hot, Ally,” he said. His brown eyes warmed, the color of melted dark chocolate. “Do you always wear stuff like this?”

  “Most of the time,” I answered.

  He lowered his face and his lips found their way to my jaw, my ear, my neck. By the time he reached my collarbone I was nothing but a bundle of nerve endings. And still his hand gently squeezed and teased my breast.

  Then his mouth dipped into my cleavage and he nipped at the bow nestled between my breasts. His tongue blazed across my skin, tracing the edge of the lace, then with one hand he unfastened the hook and pulled off the bra.

  His eyes never left my breasts. He growled, then locked his mouth on one tip and sucked.

  There was no hiding the moan that shot through me. I opened my legs wider, slung one over the back of the couch; the other I wrapped around his waist, effectively pressing his deliciously hard length directly against my sex. I lifted my hips, rubbing myself against him.

  He moved to my other breast, then reached between us and unbuttoned my jean shorts. He shoved them down my hips, disrupting my position, but once my shorts were off, only the thin silk of my damp panties and his sweatpants separated out skin.

  His hand slid into my panties and as his fingers moved across my folds, I cried out.

  “So wet. Is all this for me, Ally? So sexy.” He shifted his weight so he lay to my side, giving him complete access to my body. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

  Breasts bare, his hand in my panties, I was fully exposed to him and I didn’t care. I felt so sexy, so desired in that moment, it was perfect.

  His mouth continued to suck and nibble on my breasts while his fingers slid deeper into my slick folds. I arched into his touch. “Yes!”

  He pushed a finger inside, then another, hooking them forward, finding my G-spot without a map or directions or anything.

  “Oh my God, Cooper, please don’t stop.”

  He chuckled against my breast. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  Those hooked fingers rubbed that magic spot, then his thumb grazed across my clit.

  “Again. Again,” I breathed.

  He obeyed. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he murmured against my ear as his thumb swiped against my clit.

  I was so close. So fucking close. My body pulled tight; a live wire about to be tripped.

  His hand continued working its magic and he sucked harder on my nipple.

  And that did it. My body shattered, the orgasm rocking through me with such force and intensity, my eyes watered. I cried out his name again and again as I rode the waves.

  “So good,” I panted.

  “You’re beautiful when you come,” he said.

  He stood and rid himself of the rest of his clothes and I feasted on his entire body. His thighs were thick and muscular and then there was his dick. Holy shit! I was seeing Cooper’s dick.

  It was long and hard with the perfect girth and a thick vein running up the underside to that mushroomed tip.

  “I gotta say, I really like how you’re looking at me right now,” he said, his voice deep and heavy with desire.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I said.

  “I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.” He gave me that boyish grin, never for a moment letting me forget who he was. Who I was about to have sex with. “You wanna go to the bedroom?” he asked.

  “No, I just want you right now.”

  His eyes gleamed. “You want me on top?” he asked, just standing there as if him being naked and fully aroused in front of me was a totally normal occurrence.

  “I want you inside me,” I managed.

  He growled again and lowered himself on top of me, positioning that perfect dick between my legs. He rubbed himself against me, lubricating himself with my wetness. Every rub against my clit lit me up. Slowly—so slowly—he pushed inside of me, filling me up.

  Then he froze.

  “What’s the matter?”

  His brown eyes met mine. The intimacy was impossible to ignore. Copper was inside of me. My best friend. And we were having sex. I tried to find any hint of regret on my part, but found none. Everything about this felt so incredibly right.

  “Nothing’s wrong. I just need a moment. This is the first time I’ve gone bareback.” His eyes slid closed and I wondered briefly if it was because he wanted to imagine someone else, someone other than me. But that wasn’t the expression on his face. No, all of his features relaxed into pure, unadulterated bliss. “You feel so good. It’s perfect. You’re fucking perfect, Ally.”

  He kissed me then and I tilted my hips up to encourage him to move. I’d never been so full, so deliciously stretched. His kiss continued and then he rolled his hips and holy hell.

  I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He withdrew almost completely, then pushed back in.

  “Oh that’s so good,” I said.

  “You feel fucking amazing,” he said. “So tight. So wet.”

  Something in his admission burrowed deep into me.

  Then he pushed into me again. With every thrust my impending climax coiled tighter. He shifted his position slightly, effectively pressing himself against that miraculous G-spot. Again and again and again.

  I was definitely going to come again. With my previous lovers I’d been able to climax with manual or oral stimulation, but I’d never had an orgasm during sex. But somehow Cooper managed to hit all the right spots, inside and out.

  I felt my eyes widen. “I�
�m...I’m...” The words never came, but I did. The orgasm hit me hard, crashing over me. It was so intense, so full-bodied I momentarily thought I might break in half. Then he followed me over the cliff, pumping into me with my name on his lips.

  Chapter 15

  I woke up some time later, still naked and spooned behind an equally naked Ally. Damn, that had been amazing. Mind-blowing even. Kind of cliched, but true.

  Maybe it was because it was the first time I’d ever fucked without a condom. The feel of her bare was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Sex was always good. But this…this was something entirely different.

  You hear all the time that sex with someone you love is better, more intense, more meaningful. I thought I’d maybe loved at least one of my previous girlfriends, but now I knew differently. It had always been Ally for me.

  Making love to her was practically a spiritual experience. I felt so close to her. I wanted it again. No, I needed it. I crawled over her to get up off the couch, then slid my hands under her sleeping body and lifted her against me. I walked us to the bed and set her down, then slid in behind her.

  All that naked skin pressed to me. So soft, her curves lined up perfectly with my body. I’d never been one to sleep with women. Even the few times I’d had actual relationships, I’d never liked sleepovers. I’d cuddle for a while, but then I always headed home. It was one of the reasons I’d gotten Inara. Ally had suggested if I had a pet, I could make my departures without it seeming like I was bolting.

  Yeah, she was a cat and cats were pretty self-sufficient, but still, she liked fresh water and fresh food every night. So she was the perfect excuse.

  At some point, I realized I wasn’t the relationship guy. I’d have hookups every now and then when I needed a release that my hand wasn’t fulfilling. But damn I was getting close to thirty and fucking random people I’d swiped on had long ago lost its appeal. No, it had lost its appeal. Until last night, I hadn’t had sex with anyone in months.

  Ally met all my other needs. She was always there when I needed something. She kept me stocked in baked goods, made me laugh and provided never-ending spank bank material.

  We almost had the perfect relationship. Adding sex just made it even better.

  But I still couldn’t help wondering if maybe this had made her feel it. Had made her want something more with me. Having sex with her hadn’t made me fall in love with her anymore, but it had made me wish she’d fall in love with me.

  I slipped into the open shower, thankful I hadn’t installed doors that would have alerted Ally to my presence. She stood with her back to me, the rainwater head showered down upon her, the rivulets of water caressing every one of her curves. Her plump rounded ass, the sharp indention of her narrow waist, that long brown hair like a waterfall down her back. She was fucking beautiful.

  I moved in behind her, slid my hands up to cup her breasts.

  She released a sorta moan, sorta scream. “Cooper!”

  “I did research online and read that the more sex you have, the greater your chances of getting pregnant.” Okay, I had done that, but I’d googled very specific terms to get the results I wanted. Yes, I was doing this for her, because she wanted a baby more than anything. But damn if I hadn’t woken up this morning hard for her again, wanting nothing more than to pound into her. For now, she was my wife. We had this cycle we’d agreed upon.

  “You did, did you?” she asked, a smile edged into her tone. She wiggled her rounded ass against me.

  “Let’s get you knocked up.” I nuzzled and licked at her neck, letting my hands roam over her breasts and down her soft belly. My hands slid perfectly across her water-slicked skin. Her long brown hair fell down her back in a wet, wavy sheet. She tilted her head, enabling me to lean in and kiss her. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of kissing her. Shit, what were we doing?

  Years of pent up sexual frustration. Because I’d always wanted Ally. Now that I knew how good it was between us—as I’d always suspected it would be—I didn’t want to stop. I knew it wouldn’t last forever, so while it did I was going to enjoy the fuck out of it.

  I snaked my arm around her body, my hand moved down her soft stomach and into that wet wonderland between her legs. She hissed out a breath and pressed herself into my hand.

  I shifted her position so she faced the wall, then I adjusted one of the knobs to the right, activating the wall jets so water pulsed at us from nearly every direction.

  “Ohh!” she cried.

  “The water working for you?” I asked with a chuckle.

  “Yes, there’s one that’s aimed right at my clit. Oh God.”

  “Good, then don’t mind what I’m doing back here.” I bent my legs, then positioned myself at her entrance and thrust into her. Fuck me that was good.

  Her breath caught. “Cooper, oh God!”

  “Brace your hands on the wall, sweetheart.” I grabbed hold of her hips and pushed into her again. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “Now, it’s so good. Fuck me, Coop. Do it hard.”

  It took every ounce of my control not to come right then. The water pounded onto us as I pounded into her. Her inner muscles tightened around my cock and I knew she was close. Her little cries and moans were the hottest things I’d ever heard.

  “Ally, I’m close,” I told her, my voice sounded ragged to my own ears. “I need to come.”

  My admission was all it took though and she tumbled over the edge, taking me with her. Our mutual moans echoed in the large shower. When the shudders of pleasure subsided, I turned off the wall jets. She leaned her forehead against the shower wall. Our breathing slowed. I withdrew from her and she trembled against me.

  I love you.

  It would be so easy to admit, to whisper in her ear. But Ally was like a scared rabbit and any wrong move would have her running. I never wanted that to happen. I’d rather not have her romantically than not have her at all.

  I kissed her shoulder, then stood under the large rain shower-head, and rinsed off.

  She still hadn’t moved.

  “You okay, Allycat?” I slid a hand down her naked back to rest on the curve of her waist. Damn, had a woman ever looked so fucking perfect? Touching her so intimately came too naturally. What the hell was I gonna do when this part of our relationship ended?

  She released a weak laugh and glanced at me over her shoulder. Her smile was sated bliss. “Yeah, I’m great, just not really trusting my muscles to carry me to the next room.”

  I spun her around to face me. “Are you sure you’re not hiding your body from me?”

  She bit down on her lip.

  “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart.”

  “I know I don’t look like the women you’ve been with before.”

  “You don’t. You look so much better.” I slid my hands to her waist, ran them over her hips. “I love your body. It’s so curvy and feminine. So stop hiding from me.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “What are you even doing up this early?”

  I leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “When do you think I get all my working out in?”

  “I thought only crazy bakers got up willingly before the sun rose.”

  I shut off the water, then reached and handed her a towel.

  “The shower is amazing, by the way,” she said, wrapping herself in the plush white towel. “I’ve been meaning to tell you that.”

  “That the only thing amazing?” Why did I need to hear it from her? I’d felt her body come around me. I knew she’d enjoyed it.

  She blushed. “No, you’re pretty amazing too.”

  “We’re amazing together.” I grinned at her then kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m going for my run. See you at the bakery later.”

  Chapter 16

  “Stop fidgeting. I told you, you look beautiful. We don’t have to stay at this reception for long. Promise.”

  I slid my gaze to Cooper, my best friend since I was an adolescent, my husband for nearly a month now and most recently my lover.
What had happened to my life?

  After that first time we’d made love on the couch, I’d figured that would be it for us. We’d give it that one time. It’d been so intense, so intimate. The single best sexual encounter of my life.

  I hadn’t wanted to ruin things between us. So I’d decided to talk to him the next morning, but then he’d instead come into the shower with me. From that moment, we’d made love at least twice a day.

  He linked our hands together and gave me a good squeeze. “This will be over before you know it.”

  “They’re all going to hate me.”

  “It’s impossible to hate you, sweetheart.” He pulled me to him and I ran my hands up his back, reveling in the feel of those amazing back muscles of his. I liked being able to touch him like this. I knew it wouldn’t last and I still had my doubts about how we’d be able to return to ‘normal.’

  But the truth was we were adults and together we’d survived a lot more. Collectively, we’d lost three parents. He’d been right at my side when I’d discovered Ted was cheating. We could find our way back to Cooper and Ally, best friends.

  As co-parents, we’d have to for the sake of our child.

  “Let’s get this over with, then we can go home and get naked.” Coop’s deep baritone rumbled through me, setting off a chain reaction of desire.

  “Now is not the time to turn me on,” I said.

  “It’s always a good time to turn you on.” He lowered his mouth and kissed me, giving me soft, open-mouthed kisses that promised so much more.

  My body melted as it tended to whenever he touched me.

  Then he pulled back and gave me one of those devastating grins, his chocolate gaze lowering. “It’s nice you could wear your wedding dress again. Seriously, your tits look amazing.”

  A laugh burst out of me and I stood up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss. “Okay, let’s go.”

  The inside of the country club was decorated in shades of blues, crystal chandeliers and heavy wood furniture. Ornate, ostentatious and obnoxious is how I’d describe it, but I was a simple girl.