by Jessa James
“That really was the best present I’ve ever been given, Wyatt. Thank you,” I said and opened the door. Emma was standing in the hall and we went down the back stairwell together, holding back our giggles as we went. Within seconds, though, I heard Wyatt’s dress shoes rapidly pounding the carpet – he was running after us! I turned and Emma kindly continued walking to give us space. I looked up at Wyatt, perplexed, and he grabbed me up in a swift and sexy kiss. His tongue tangled with mine and he breathed against my lips, “You know, it usually takes more than once to make a baby. Come home with me tonight,” he pleaded.
And I found myself smiling, nodding, and kissing him back. “I’ll follow you home when we are done here.”
As Emma and I slinked back into the Main Hall, feeling like teenagers sneaking back into the house after a night of partying, I stole a peek at Wyatt over my shoulder. Our eyes met at the exact same time and we both had to turn to hide our smiles.
Birthday Present, Round 2 … here we come.
Chapter 4
Wyatt
I woke up, feeling stiff and sore in all the right places, and feeling loose and relaxed in all the others. A smile sprung to my face without conscious thought as I rolled over and saw Tori lying next to me, her auburn hair a total mess spread across my sheets. The covers did nothing to hide the elegant curve of her frame and the tops of her breasts that were peeking out in a seductive, pinch-me way.
I decided to give the poor woman time to sleep and slowly shifted out of bed, trying not to wiggle too much. I’ll make her breakfast in bed. Then maybe she’ll see me as more than a one-night-stand. As I made my way into the kitchen, my bare feet padding quietly across the apartment, the grin I had on my face all morning widened. I got Tori Elliott to come home with me. I didn’t even know if she thought of me as more than an easy lay, but that was a foot in the door. That was all I needed.
As I scrambled the eggs, fried the bacon, and prepped the coffee, I couldn’t help but think that this felt like the start of something… big. Like maybe this was it, this was what I’d always wanted. Maybe it would actually work out. I could hear Tori when she got out of bed and padded into the bathroom next to the kitchen, and I listened to the water running. The thought of her showering turned me on, my dick hard as I took the food from the stove to the table. I decided not to join her, if only to show her that I wasn’t a total animal.
She was out of the shower within minutes and came to the table wearing a shirt she must have found in my drawer. Normally, I’d be irked by the thought of a woman going through my shit after a one night stand, but the sight of Tori in my white T shirt did things to me. Mine! Mine! Mine! my inner caveman shouted, and I gave him a moment in the limelight.
Tori was looking around, seemingly shocked at how clean the space was. I prided myself on my simple but classy apartment. I made a huge effort to never live in conditions like what I grew up in, which was hard to do in this real estate market even on my Finance income. Money can’t buy everything, but it can buy comfort. Tori’s eyes stopped roaming the apartment and came to rest on me. I felt myself soften at just the sight of her chocolate gaze and I breathed out gently. Leaning forward, I clasped her hands in mine over the table.
She glanced down at my arms, chest, and exposed torso. Heat immediately flooded her chest and face – I was not wearing a shirt and apparently she appreciated the view. Like what you see, do you? I thought as I leaned back to widen her window of sight. All the way down to my tented sweatpants that did nothing to hide my boner. She squirmed in her seat and bit her lip. I decided I’d better slow this down before breakfast got cold, so I sat up and grabbed her hands once again.
“I made breakfast,” I added lamely, gesturing at the spread before her.
She had the grace to giggle and said, “So I see. This looks delicious, Wyatt, thank you.” And she dug in. I didn’t think there was anything sexier than watching a woman eat without a speck of self-consciousness, and Tori was the sexiest. I dug in too, internally complimenting my bacon-frying skills.
As Tori gulped down the last bit of her coffee, she looked up shyly at me. “Thanks for yesterday and last night, Wyatt. That was… really amazing. I’m not just saying that. Thank you.”
I glanced down myself, slightly shy and humbled by her praise. What I wouldn’t give to hear her say that every day. Unbidden, the thought of her leaving popped into my head. What if she didn’t want to see me again, be with me this way? I had to do something to get her to stay, to hopefully make her see that I was a good man. That I could be hers.
I summoned up the courage to clear my throat and, quietly, I said, “You know… it might take more than two times to make a baby. Who knows if the first two times worked. We should probably try it again, just to be safe.”
Tori started to fidget with her napkin, looking down at her lap. Within seconds, though, her shyness melted away into a look of a pure sex goddess and she peered up at me through her lashes.
“Why not?” She laughed at herself, apparently making a joke I was unfamiliar with, and moved to stand. In one swift motion, she walked herself over to my brown microsuede sofa, stripped off my T-shirt, and kneeled on the floor.
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged as I sat stupefied at the breakfast table. I was out of my seat and stripping off my pants in a matter of seconds. Once I reached her, I leaned forward and grabbed her face roughly. As our lips met, our tongues entwined and I kissed her for all I was worth. The heat in our bodies and mouths built and, within a matter of seconds, both our mouths were swollen and bruised. I’m going to make a lasting impression on you, one you won’t forget.
I smoothly traced my arms up her back, not breaking my forward momentum, and I grabbed her by the shoulders to turn her towards the couch. Her hips met the edge of the cushions, her breasts laid flat on the seat of the couch, and her glorious ass was in full view.
Rather unceremoniously, I spread her legs wider, gaining more access to her ass, her sex, the arch of her back, and her thighs. She wiggled, trying to spread wider or hide herself from view, I wasn’t sure which.
“Calm down, Tori, I just want to enjoy the view.” At the command, her skin went hot and I grinned. She wiggled again, stiffened, and let out a sigh. Tori took a peek over her left shoulder and saw me standing there, staring at her ass and the peek of her folds. Our gazes were vulnerable and yet heated, a combination that made me feel that connection I felt in the bathroom at the clubhouse. This just works. We are good together.
“Wyatt?” Tori asked, sounding vulnerable and slightly unsure of herself. Her hair had tumbled down her back, so long that it caressed her waist and trailed down her sides, hiding the view of her perfect, round tits. I visibly shook myself and approached, dropping entirely to my knees behind her. My hands grazed from her heels, over her calves and thighs, and came to rest on her ass. I could hear her breath quicken as I tightened my grasp to spread her ass with one hand. My other hand came to rest firmly on my cock.
I directed myself to her sex, my hardness meeting her soft core in a way that almost made both of us come. She arched her ass up to meet me and I brought my chest down to lay flush on her back. We just sighed together for a moment. I took full advantage of her relaxed muscles to quickly guide myself into her in one swift pulse. The return of her sex’s heat was so welcome that I felt a roar threaten in the back of my throat - God, sex has never felt this good before.
With the new angle, my dick had no problem sliding entirely into her and I filled her to brim. The tip of my cock pounded against the top of her canal and I slid in and out, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Soon, I had to brace myself against her hips, pulling myself against her as I thrusted harder and harder.
Soon, the tension of our fucking reached critical mass and all the nerve endings in my body tensed, ready to explode. I leaned forward over Tori, reaching around to her front and grasped both her tits in my large, calloused hands. The contrast felt amazing; soft skin against rough, te
nder against hard. I held her soft, full breasts tight, so tight, and rested my head against her neck, trailing wet kisses behind her ear and to the base of her skull. I pounded into her twice more, my dick hitting the top of her canal hard enough that I knew she’d have a hard time walking out of my house. Good, said the caveman in me.
Tori forced her face into the fabric of the sofa, presumably to stop herself from screaming. I suddenly felt the tension inside her kick up a notch, felt her sex clench around me. Suddenly, I felt like screaming, too, and leaned forward to pant into her hair, pressing my mouth into her skin. As I kissed her on the neck, I felt her fall apart, her arm muscles clenched around the sofa for dear life. The orgasm rippled through my dick and I jerked against her, tightening through my neck and arms. The small of my back and my calves cramped as the orgasm rocked me and I felt a last wave of energy fly through me.
“Baby, come with me. Please come with me, I want to feel you come in me,” Tori moaned, and I sensed a surge of pure manliness at the word baby. I totally responded to her request, leaning back just one last time to roughly grasp her hips. I unleashed then and I drove into her two, three, four times, as hard as I could, before I collapsed against her.
I felt the heat from my ejaculation fill her and it soothed the fire in both of us, relaxing us more thoroughly than any orgasm could have. I felt sated, soothed, and whole. Like I fell apart and our orgasms put the pieces back together. I heard Tori let out a huge breath and she melted into a puddle on the sofa as my full weight came to rest on her back.
I slowly traced circles on her back before lifting myself up to pull out of her. The movement made both of us sigh and her sex clenched around me, clearly not wanting me to go. I moved back and glanced at Tori, laying spent and spread on my sofa. I stared a second longer, letting her know that I enjoyed the sight of her spread out and dripping in front of me.
Mine. Mine. Mine! There goes caveman again…but I still felt the reality of the situation hit me. She thought this was just a morning of fun, nothing more. She didn’t want a baby with me. And I had just promised her one night of the best sex with no strings attached. There’s no reason for her to stay.
I knew it was true but I still felt an unexpected twinge of regret. I shook myself and moved to stand and look at her. Her hair was a total mess in this tangled, ruffled way. Her lower back glistened with sweat and I realized my chest was speckled, as well. Tori looked tired, calm, and happy and I knelt to smooth her hair and planted a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead.
I’ll just have to keep trying. One day, she’ll see that I’m the man for her.
Chapter 5
Tori – 3 Weeks Later
As I hung up the phone, I felt the real weight of the situation land on my shoulders. Even though I knew the morning sickness wouldn’t settle in for a few more weeks, I felt like throwing up. I had just cancelled my appointment at the sperm clinic. Sort of pointless, with three positive pregnancy tests sitting on my bathroom counter at home. It seemed like my sexscapades with Wyatt had paid off. It was the birthday gift that would keep on giving.
I’m going to have a baby, I thought. Over and over again, I heard those words and I couldn’t help but feel a small, sad smile cross my face. I am going to be a mother, I thought, and the grin got wider. Of course, I’d have to tell Wyatt, but I didn’t expect him to have any part in this. It was just one night of fun for him; he hadn’t meant to get me pregnant.
I’d been struggling with the idea that he could actually want more. Over the past few weeks, he had tried calling me, he was sweet and attentive whenever he was around me at work. We were restricted in our interactions, though, as we didn’t want everyone to know about us. We didn’t even know if this - whatever this was - could get us in trouble. And I still didn’t believe that he would want to be with me once he found out about the baby. He probably didn’t even think our one night together would work!
Hell, I didn’t even think I could get pregnant! I realized, in a detached, ironic way, that it must have been Henry’s infertility that caused our problems. I smirked in mirth at the thought, hoping his new wife-to-be had figured it out by now. I shook off the thoughts, feeling the bitterness leave my chest as I did. I’m going to be a mother. I’m going to have a baby.
I walked down the hall, used the restroom, and gathered my thoughts a bit as I washed my hands. I glanced at myself in the mirror and knew that I was going to have to tell my boss, Carter, before the symptoms got too obvious. I wasn’t worried about being fired - that man would lose his whole business if it wasn’t for me. But I was not looking forward to this discussion, knowing that Carter was privy to my one night stand with Wyatt.
The Buchanan brothers may have loved me, but I still fraternized with a coworker. In that moment, I knew who I need to talk to. Jeffrey, the head of Finance, and Wyatt’s best friend. At least he’d give me some perspective on how to handle Carter and the executives, but he could also help me figure out how to tell his friend.
Marching through the halls towards Jeff’s office, I considered how much longer it’d be before I couldn’t wear my heels. My feet would swell, right? I’d have back pains and I wouldn’t be able to carry those heavy ass boxes full of paper. One day at a time, I told myself as I knocked on Jeff’s door. “Come in,” he shouted from behind the fogged glass door.
I let myself in and he swiveled around in his chair, his black, wavy hair perfectly tousled. His eyes were an intense level of green and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered putting him on my “Why Not” list back in the day. But Jeff was like a little brother to me, and his energy was too playful for my tastes. I took a deep breath and straightened my spine, ready to face down this challenge.
“Hey Jeff, I had a couple of … unusual … questions to ask you. About Wyatt Preston,” I added, glancing at my feet and wishing the floor would just swallow me up already.
He sat up straighter and dropped his playful grin, “What happened with Wyatt? Did he do something?” This confused the hell out of me but I tried to focus on the task at hand.
“No, no, he hasn’t done anything. I just had a couple of questions about him. A-as a person,” I blurted out. “He and I, well… We kind of hit it off at my birthday luncheon and I just wanted to see what you thought about… us. I don’t want to get in trouble with the B. Brothers,” I said as I moved to sit in the chair across from him.
“Well, you’re in different departments, Tori, so there shouldn’t be a huge problem. You’ll just have to keep it professional, you know. No quickies in the bathroom,” Jeff added with a wink and I just about died from embarrassment. Wyatt told him about the party! About our quickie! I was mortified and Jeff saw it. He had the grace to blanch and look shocked, but recovered quickly.
“I-I didn’t realize you… already had. Wyatt didn’t tell me, I was just joking!” he stuttered out. I had to hold back a giggle at how embarrassed we both looked, and focused on straightening my spine a bit more. “Jeff, I just want to know about Wyatt. Is he a good guy? Is this something that he would want? A relationship?”
Jeff’s eyes softened and I could tell his friendship with Wyatt meant the world to him. “You know, he was in foster care. His dad left when he was three and eventually, his crack whore mom lost custody. He’s kinda been through the wringer. When we met in college, I thought he was just a scrappy kid who hated the world. But I got to know him, and he’s one of the strongest, kindest, most selfless people I’ve ever met. You’d be lucky to have him.”
I fidgeted with my fingers and looked down, feeling tears prick my eyes. I had heard snippets of Wyatt’s past but I couldn’t imagine him as a beautiful blond little boy with no parents and no one to love him. I bit back the tears, determined to get the answers I came for.
“And what about me? Would he... w-want me?” I couldn’t believe vulnerability in my tone, the utter weakness I felt, as I waited for this judgment. I took a shaky breath and looked back up at Jeff. The sympathy I saw there almost undid me a
nd Jeff simply said, “Wyatt has hardly wanted anything as much as he wants you. He won’t shut up about you. The only thing he talks about more is wanting a family. That man has the worst Baby Fever I’ve ever seen, and I didn’t know that was possible in a man,” he added off-the-cuff, not realizing the effect these words had on me. I felt a bone-chilling, alert sensation stiffen my spine and suddenly I wished I had never come into Jeff’s office. But Jeff just kept talking.
“From our junior year in college, all he ever talked about was having a family of his own. That he wanted to have the biggest family possible and that he was going to show his kids what love was. He was never going to leave like his dad did. I remember all of his dates in college used to melt when he’d say that. Women just love that shit, don’t they?”
My world felt a little like it was shifting on its axis, as this information put a new filter on all my interactions with Wyatt.
“I have an alternative.”
“It takes more than one time to make a baby.”
All of those sweet little nothings, all of those things I just thought he said to sleep with me… they were all the real Wyatt. As I scanned through my thoughts, I couldn’t recall one thing about Wyatt wanting to be with me. He said I was beautiful, that he wanted to fuck me, but did he ever say he wanted to be with me? No.
And all along, he had just wanted a baby. Those tears pricked my eyes again and my throat grew tighter. I felt used somehow, in a deep-down way that was more offensive than finding out that Wyatt had just wanted sex. That was all I thought this would be. But he wanted a baby. My baby. And now I was pregnant. Well, I guess we both got what we wanted. But then why did I feel so empty?
Jeff was still talking, mostly about their college escapades and all the stupid shit they got into when they were younger. He didn’t even notice my internal crisis. I stood abruptly and briskly walked to the door, hoping to make it there before the tears started to fall.