Special Delivery (The Billionaire's Baby Book 1)

by S Cinders

She could feel her stomach twisting in knots and knew that having Nate underfoot day and night would definitely cause her to go off the deep end.

  Kim walked over and grabbed one of the suitcases, intending to take it back outside. She made it three or four steps before Nate caught her arm.

  “What are you doing?” his deep voice had her pussy clenching.

  “Shit, look, Nate, I like you. I do,” she wrinkled her brow, “Mostly, anyhow, but that’s not the point. I can’t have you here all the time. It’s too much.”

  Nate reached over and took the suitcase from her grasp but didn’t let go of her arm even when she tugged on it.

  “What are you afraid of?” his whispered question had her back stiffening.

  “I am not afraid, Nate. I just need some privacy. This apartment isn’t that big. And you plan on being here indefinitely, no, that isn’t happening.”

  Nate’s thumb caressed her silky skin, “You didn’t want to come to my place, remember? This was the compromise.”

  “For a few days, Nate,” Kim’s voice began to rise.

  He observed her, not wanting to upset Kim, but he was determined to protect her.

  “Can’t we just get a restraining order or something?” Kim’s worried gaze met his.

  Nate slowly nodded, “We can try to get a restraining order. But as of right now he hasn’t laid a hand on you, has he? I am afraid that without solid proof of the drug use the police will have nothing to go with. Will your parents testify against him?”

  Kim let out a harsh laugh, “My scum bag parents go to the police? Hardly. They are most likely his dealer or vice versa.”

  Nate sighed, “What are you worried about happening if I am here? I promise that I won’t touch you if that is what you want.”

  Kim flushed, that was positively not what she wanted. How did she explain to him that she was terrified of falling in love with him? That she was scared that she was already half-way and that her heart could so easily be his? With more time together how could she protect herself from falling?

  “No,” her reply was so quiet that Nate had to lean forward to hear her.

  “No, you don’t want me to touch you?” the words that left his lips seemed to pain him.

  Kim swallowed, “That’s not what I meant. No, I don’t want promises that you won’t touch me.”

  Nate felt something flutter in the vicinity of his heart, “Then what is it, sweetheart?”

  “Nothing,” she muttered trying to paste a smile on her face.

  “I call bullshit, tell me, Kim,” he was firm, and Kim knew that she needed to tell him something.

  “What if I want to walk around in my underwear or I fart or something equally humiliating? There is a certain intimacy that comes from living in such close quarters Nate. Does that not worry you even a little?” Her cheeks darkened after her little outburst, but Nate didn’t laugh as she expected him.

  His eyes darkened, “You could walk around in a garbage bag, and I would still want you. Bad breath, passing gas, snoring, you could do all this and more Kim, and I will still be hard as fuck. I will do everything I can to respect your privacy. I promise you. But I can also guarantee that my hands are going to gravitate towards you. That my eyes are going to be undressing you, and my mind will be bending you over the nearest surface anytime I am close to you.”

  Kim stepped in closer to his larger frame to gain courage and to break the connection of their gazes. Into his shirt, she muttered, “What if I disappoint you?”

  The question hung in the air between them. Kim had given voice to one of her greatest concerns. That maybe she wasn’t enough, that she didn’t have what it took to satisfy a man, especially one like Nate. Hell, her own husband had gone looking for better, and she had thought they were in love.

  Andrew and Kim’s love-life hadn’t been bad. She usually came, and he seemed to find his pleasure as well. Granted, it wasn’t the heated stuff that she read in secret on her tablet. But that was fiction, and this was real life. Wasn’t it?

  “Look at me,” his tone was gruff, and Kim shook her head indicating that there was no way in hell she would be obeying him.

  “Kim,” he demanded, “Look at me!”

  She hesitated for another few seconds before reluctantly pulling away and glaring at him belligerently.

  He almost smiled at Kim’s brazen look, but this was too important.

  “You could never disappoint me. Do you understand that?”

  “You don’t know that,” she cried out, “Maybe I suck at fucking, maybe I am shit between the sheets, and you won’t have the heart to tell me the truth. Things will be awkward and I...”

  He cut her off by smashing his lips against hers. Nate wasn’t sure what else he could do to prove to Kim that she wasn’t the reason that jackass cheated.

  Her mouth automatically opened for him, and Nate groaned at the taste of his woman.

  His woman.

  It had a nice ring to it, and Nate wasn’t above admitting that to himself. She tasted of coffee and cherry lip balm, and of her.

  Nate’s hands moved to cup her face as he tenderly held her head immobilized in his grasp. He wanted to taste every inch of this gorgeously stubborn creature. Everything about her called out to him.

  His fingers tingled where he touched her warm skin. The soft moans escaping from her lips spurred him on to deepen the kiss. Nate moved so that there wasn’t an inch of space between them. Her firm breasts were pressed up against his chest, and Nate felt every inch of her sexy body.

  Kim was sinking, her mind no longer focused on what she wasn’t, but determined to have this man devour her.

  She slipped her arms around him and up the back of the shirt to caress his heated naked skin.

  Nate’s sharp inhalation was enough to have Kim smiling into their kiss.

  Nate growled and pulled away long enough to wrench his shirt over his head and to lift Kim’s off of her. He flicked the back of her bra and pulled it off her shoulders. This time when they came together, it was all skin on skin.

  Her nipples pebbled as they rubbed against his muscular chest, the light dusting of hair abrading the fine points.

  Kim’s hands explored every inch of him. She loved the ridges of his chest and the way that his flat brown nipples would react to her teasing them.

  Nate pulled his mouth away from hers and captured one of her breasts within it. Kim arched her back, as her eyes rolled back. Nate wasn’t soft or delicate with her. His mouth demanded her response, and she willingly gave it.

  The wet heat between her thighs growing exponentially with every suck of his mouth on her breast. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair, and she pulled, not realizing that she was urging him on with her blatant need.

  Nate kissed the other breast and had her thrust her hips helplessly.

  “Nate, please,” she pulled in his hair, trying to get him to understand that she needed more. He needed to be inside of her—now!

  Nate began to undo her pants, and Kim shimmied out of them kicking them to the side. Her hands automatically went to his fly, and within seconds they both stood before each other naked and desperate for the other.

  Nate cupped her face once again, the tenderness of it nearly breaking her.

  “Tell me now, Kim. If you don’t want this as fucking bad as I want you, you need to tell me, right now.”

  CHAPTER 25

  With his hands wrapped around her cheeks, Kim could hardly breath let alone think. But the last thing she wanted him to do was to stop.

  Was she scared? Hell yeah, Kim knew that she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world. Her hips had a few white faded stretch marks from when she was growing, and her breasts were getting larger by the day with this pregnancy.

  She didn’t have a six-pack as Nate did, her stomach had a gentle curve that she knew would soon be growing, just like Mandy’s had.

  But the way that Nate looked at her, you would have thought that she was the most perfect creation
that he had ever seen. The reverence in his eyes as he dipped his gaze again and again. He made her feel beautiful, worthy, and it was because of him that she didn’t hesitate when Nate asked if she wanted to stop.

  She craved the way that he was holding her like she could shatter at any moment. Kim couldn’t remember a time when someone had evoked such feelings inside of her. She raised up on her toes and kissed him.

  Then she whispered, “Don’t ever stop.”

  Nate grabbed her by the thighs and lifted Kim so that she could straddle his waist. Her soaked folds were pressed wide against his lower abdomen, and she felt his cock nestled against her ass.

  Nate’s kisses were drugging. Kim had never experienced anything like it and knew that she could kiss this man for hours and never get tired. His taste and touch were forever imprinted on her body. He had stolen a small piece of her heart, and she hadn’t even seen it coming.

  Nate carried her to her bedroom and laid her down on the soft counterpane.

  “You are so fucking amazing. I wish you could see yourself.”

  Kim wrinkled her nose as a flush spread across her body, “I have a mirror.”

  Nate’s lip twitched, “I think it’s broken.”

  Kim frowned. Nate’s hot gaze continued to stare at her naked body. It hadn’t been a long time, but it wasn’t something she was comfortable with.

  “What are you doing?”

  Nate smiled, “Memorizing every inch of you so that I can remember it when I was jerking off.”

  Kim blurted out a bubble of laughter, “I beg your pardon.”

  “I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk for a week. I want to fuck your breasts and your mouth and come all over your stomach. I want to erase any memories you have of that douchebag until it’s only me that you think about.”

  “Holy shit,” Kim breathed her eyes blinking in surprise.

  Nate opened her thighs and traced the soaked folds with a long finger. He then brought it to his mouth and closed his eyes as he savored the very essence of her.

  “Fuck,” Kim whispered, not realizing she had spoken.

  Nate’s eyes flashed open, and he sank to his knees to give her the most intimate of kisses. His mouth took her over and over again. His tongue was circling and flicking her clit until it was swollen and throbbing with need.

  He sank lower and licked her core, his tongue sinking inside of her tight pussy as he fucked her with his mouth.

  The sounds that she made spurned him onward until she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with a strength that Kim hadn’t known was possible.

  Her arms and legs felt like Jell-O, and she tried to push his head away when he continued to lap at her gently.

  “It’s too sensitive,” she cried out, as her hips continued to jerk with random remnants of her ferocious orgasm.

  But Nate wasn’t done with her and continued to lick until Kim felt the coiling in her belly once again. Soon she was screaming his name as she pulled his hair, forcing his face deeper into her pussy.

  Kim had lost all sense of shamelessness and when he came up for air the second time. She pulled Nate’s face to hers and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue.

  Nate growled his approval and kissed Kim back, letting her know how much he had loved eating her out.

  He broke away and went to enter her, but Kim had other ideas. She pushed Nate onto his back and began to explore his muscular body with her lips, teeth, and tongue. From the soft shell of his ear to the arches on his feet, Kim left no areas unscathed.

  She circled back around to where his dick was standing up away from his body. The massive organ was a deep reddish purple and looked painful. She took the base in her hand and gently licked the slit.

  Nate’s hips flew off the bed, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  Kim stopped, “Did I do something wrong?”

  His breathing was labored when he answered, “No. baby. It just feels so fucking good.”

  Armed with that knowledge, Kim smiled confidently and bent down to lick the rim of his large mushroomed head.

  Nate felt his eyes roll back and knew that he had finally met the woman who would tame him. Never had fucked someone, and had it feel like this intense feeling. Could it be love? He had never felt so connected to another individual and knew he would take a bullet for her without even flinching.

  Kim opened her mouth and slipped his length inside. The intense heat of her mouth had Nate coming unglued.

  He tried to be patient and to let her explore him. But her mouth had started to suck him in deeper and deeper. He was holding on by a thread. It was then that she sank down taking him to the back of her throat.

  Nate’s balls tightened, and he yanked her off of his dick with a loud pop. In seconds she was pulled onto him, and he pressed himself into her entrance and thrust. She screamed as her pussy tried to accommodate Nate’s massive size.

  Andrew had been the only man she had ever slept with, and he wasn’t anything compared to the monster that Nate had between his thighs.

  Nate’s teeth were gritted together as he tried to let her become accustomed to him. But soon it was a lost cause, and Nate began to thrust his cock deep inside of her.

  “Ride me, baby. Ride my cock,” he encouraged, and Kim began to tentatively rub herself back and forth against his body. When her pussy started tingling, and she felt that pull, deep in her stomach, her body began to move faster and faster.

  Soon he was matching her thrusts, and they were both dancing on the edge of oblivion. Her breasts tightened as her orgasm rushed upon her.

  Nate felt that tingling in the small of his back and could barely warn her that he was coming before Kim had shouted that she was too.

  Their bodies shook as they came together in the most beautiful way possible. It had been earth-shattering, world-changing, and Kim couldn’t believe that this was what love making really was all about.

  He didn’t want to slip out of her yet and so when Kim showed signs of being tired he grabbed a blanket and covered her up. He left her to sleep on his chest as his cock slowly deflated and eventually slid out.

  CHAPTER 26

  “Have you seen Mandy?” Elliot had just walked out of his study and greeted the older woman with a smile.

  Mrs. H gave him a knowing look. There was a definite twinkle in her faded eyes.

  “I believe she is freshening up for supper,” the older woman continued to set the elaborate dinner table. “Her sister and Nate called, and they will be here in about fifteen minutes. It seemed that something came up to delay them.”

  Elliot had a good idea what had come up. It was the same thing that tended to salute his favorite sister as well.

  “I am just going to go and check on her,” he mumbled before internally rolling his eyes at himself. He didn’t need to explain his actions to the woman.

  Even though he had known her most of his life and especially through the hard times, he didn’t have to answer to her.

  Mrs. H only nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

  Elliot knocked on Mandy’s closed door, but there wasn’t an answering call. Testing the knob, he said a silent thank you that she hadn’t locked it and slipped inside.

  He immediately heard rustling in her bathroom followed by the sweetest soprano voice singing a popular song on the radio. Elliot had no idea that Mandy could sing. She was good, not a diva by any means, but there was something hauntingly beautiful in her tone that wrapped around his lungs and embedded itself in his heart.

  There was a click, and the bathroom door opened, and Mandy walked into her room halting when she saw him standing there.

  A flush stained her cheeks, and Elliot could no more have stopped himself from going to her than he could have stopped the earth from revolving around the sun.

  She was the center of his universe, and he was starting to see that he was in over his head.

  Elliot gathered Mandy into his arms, “I had no idea we were h
ousing such musical talent.”

  Mandy’s shy smile had his cock on alert, “You are just being nice.”

  Elliot laughed, “It is not often that I am accused of being nice.”

  She leaned up and kissed the underside of his chin, “Then they don’t really know you.”

  Fuck it, Elliot thought as he leaned down to kiss her. They really didn’t have time for this, but he didn’t care.

  Their lips met gently at first. He could taste the toothpaste that she had just used, and her light perfume swirled around them causing him to harden even further. She was becoming braver in their exchanges, and Elliot found that it turned him on when she tried to dominate him.

  Mandy pushed Elliot backward until his legs met with her bed and he sat down. She slipped between his legs and cupped his face in her small hands. She loved the stubble abrading her palms and the way his silky black hair slipped through her fingertips.

  She tilted her head and began to really taste him with long, broad strokes. When a growl erupted him his throat, she felt her panties dampen even further. There was a heady kind of power knowing that she could bring this powerful man to his knees.

  Mandy pushed him back on the bed and went for his belt buckle.

  Elliot wasn’t about to stop her and wondered what she was up to when she pushed his slacks and underwear down on his thighs. But nothing prepared him for when she licked a broad circle around the rim of his mushroomed head.

  “Fuuuck!” he cried out as his hands clutched the bedding beneath him.

  Mandy smiled and looked up into Elliot's eyes. And then not breaking contact, she took him into her mouth.

  Elliot had never in his life seen anything more erotic than Mandy sucking on his cock while staring straight at him. There was a confident glint in her eye that caused his heart to swell. He wanted Mandy always to feel this way, which she could do whatever she wanted and that he didn’t give a damn about where she had come from.

  He hated the things she had endured at the hands of her parents. But she was starting to see that she was more than just a drug abuser’s daughter.