by Amy Brent
I hoped she’d be settling in at home soon and perhaps finding a career, but that was wishful thinking. I had to accept that she was growing up and not my little girl anymore. Seeing her with Gemma showed me how much they’d both changed over the years. The two used to cover their mouths and whisper and give each other sideward glances and roll their eyes when I’d talk, but now they were poised with grace and maturity.
When it was time to get out of the car, Gemma stumbled, and Dax was there with a helping hand and a strong arm to hold her up. “I’m so sorry. I caught my dress.”
“Don’t apologize for that. I couldn’t walk in those heels.” Dax belted a laugh and Gemma smiled, a bit of blush staining her already rosy cheeks.
Inside the event, the room was decorated in white and gold and there was a canopy of white branches over the dance floor.
Lila’s jaw dropped. “It’s so gorgeous.” She placed her hand on Dax’s arm and leaned in. “I want the name of the decorator. This is what I want for my wedding.”
“Wedding?” My tone was a bit sharper than I had intended and Lila turned her head and gave me a tired look.
“One day, Daddy, I will be married, and it might not be long off.” She put her chin down, and I took it between my fingers and lifted her to meet my eyes.
“I’m aware. Let’s not argue about it tonight.” I gave her my best charming smile and offered my hand. “I’d like to dance with my baby girl.” As soon as the words left my lips, I glanced to Gemma who blushed and looked away. I had a feeling the blush on her cheeks wasn’t the only thing that had heated.
My cock twitched remembering how I’d called her that. Lila took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor before it could get any weirder.
I looked up and caught Dax and Gemma, swaying with one another and his hand resting on her ass really put me in a bad mood.
Dax had sworn to me that they hadn’t messed around, but I didn’t trust him very much. He knew I didn’t approve of him and her. But then, as Gemma looked at me, I knew she still only had eyes for me.
The music stopped, and she stepped away to go to the powder room, and my eyes followed her all the way while Lila dragged me off to the opposite side of the room and found our table. Dax stood talking to one of the other guests. And I flagged down a waiter who brought a selection of drinks. I grabbed one and turned it up, and Lila waved the man away.
“You don’t have to pass on the wine. I’m not going to ground you for drinking.”
“I just don’t feel like drinking,” she snapped.
“Hard to believe my little girl, who came in stinking drunk on her sixteenth birthday, doesn’t want to throw a couple back with her old man.” I was teasing, but she gave a half-hearted smile and glanced down to her shoes.
I looked up to see Gemma approaching. “Lila, may I borrow your father? He owes me a dance.”
Lila sighed with relief. “Of course. Have fun you two. I’m going to step away and call Daniel.” She hurried off before I could say anything disapproving and Gemma pulled me out to the dancefloor and put her arms around my waist.
“Did you tell Dax where you were going?” I glanced off to my friend who looked up and gave me a sly smile. Then he held up two fingers and pointed them to his eyes and then to mine. Yeah, I was watching you too, buddy. I looked down, and Gemma was tearing up.
“I have something to tell you, Whitt.” She tucked her chin and rested her forehead on my chest.
“Gemma, it’s okay.” I was suddenly on alert, and my blood began to boil. Something had happened. Dax had done something inappropriate. “Did something happen? Is it Dax?”
“No,” she looked up and wiped a tear before it could make an appearance and trail down her cheek. “It’s so much worse. You’re going to hate me.”
I stiffened and turned my head. I looked to the far side of the room and stopped dancing. “I don’t want to know, Gemma. If you’re fucking him, you can keep it to yourself.” I glared down into her eyes as she shook her head. “It’s not my business.” I was ready to tear the place apart, to punch Dax in his pretty-boy face.
“What? No, Whitt. I haven’t—there’s nothing between him and me. I’m going to—I’m pregnant!” She glared at the floor as I stepped back.
“That’s not funny, Gemma. It’s not something you say to keep me.” I thought about the way she’d been sick, on her knees and heaving into the toilet. Morning sickness.
“I wouldn’t do that to you or to Lila. I love you both too much.” She stepped forward, closing the distance and fighting tears. “I took tests.”
“Maybe they are wrong?” I knew better. False positives were rare. It was false negatives that you had to be leery of.
“I did three. Yesterday.” She was scared to death. I felt like such an asshole.
I wanted to pull her close, but Lila was headed our way. “I need a minute.” I tore myself away and hauled ass to the balcony across the room, where another waiter smiled as I took two shots off his load.
I threw them back as Dax came after me. “Whoa, man. I didn’t know you were such a party animal. Are you trying to keep up with Lila?” He’d known about my daughter’s infamous drinking episodes, but I wasn’t in the mood.
“You’ll excuse me if I don’t want a walk down memory lane.” I closed my eyes seeing Gemma and Lila by the pool, their lives flashing before my eyes. What had I done?
“That Gemma is smoking tonight, man. I wanted to get you alone, you know, to ask if it’s okay if I take things to the next level. I know you’re like practically a dad to her and—
“Stay away from her, Dax. You and I both know you don’t want more than a piece of ass.”
“If she’s down, then what does it matter? She might only want the same.” I was going to have to tell him before he said something that made me hurt him.
“It matters because I lied to you, Dax. I slept with her; several times; at work. We didn’t want Lila to know.”
“Or me, apparently. Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t fall for her or anything, right. But you didn’t even think of that, did you?” He raked his hand through his hair and wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Are you in love with her?” I looked into my best friend’s eyes, and he shrugged.
“No. Not even close. I just think she’s hot and fun and I wanted to nail her.”
“I was afraid you already did.” I let out a long breath and said a silent thank you.
“No. She’s been turning me down. You’d think she was an expert.”
“Well, she has had a lot of experience with rejections.” I thought of all those years she’d saved herself for me.
“Do you love her?” Dax narrowed his eyes. “And what about Lila?”
“I do, and I have no idea. But that’s not the biggest problem, my friend.” I clapped a hand on his shoulder and stared at the floor. “She just told me that she’s pregnant.”
“No fucking way. Gemma’s pregnant?” He looked across the room, and Gemma’s face turned red, and she wiped her eyes. “That explains her glowing look and those sweet tits. I knew they looked perkier than usual.”
“Shut your fucking mouth, man. That’s the mother of my child.” I closed my eyes and thought about what I’d just said. Gemma was going to have my baby and Lila’s brother or sister. And I’d just left her there alone not minutes after telling me.
I had to go to her.
I hurried across the room to her, but she walked past me to get to Dax who was behind me. “Please, take me home.”
Chapter 22
Gemma
I had turned my phone off after assuring Lila I was okay and just needed a bit of time to rest. I hoped she’d pass the news onto her father, who had called me a million times by Sunday night. I couldn’t talk to him. I had seen his eyes and heard his reaction, and both spoke volumes. To walk away from me at a time like that, when I was so scared and vulnerable, it was worse than him leaving me before when he’d wanted our relationship to be over.<
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Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about me. I would raise my baby alone and not ask him for a thing. I rolled over in bed and slapped my alarm clock to turn it off. I had hit the snooze button thirty minutes earlier and twice since, but now it was time to get up and figure out what to do about work.
I had to go in. I needed my job and a way to support my baby, but then again, what would Whitt do? Fire me? I rolled to my back and suddenly felt queasy.
After some time in the bathroom, I came out, found my phone, and dialed his. I hated to hear his voice, but I knew I had responsibilities and calling in was the least I could do.
“Gemma!” Whitt’s voice was strained, and I figured he was having his early morning workout with Dax.
“I’m sick. I’m not coming in.” I hung up and threw my phone down and then crawled back into bed. I put my hand on my tummy and patted even though I knew the tiny life form inside was nothing more than the size of a grain of rice. But it was my little peanut, and it was us against the world.
After sleeping half of the morning away, I woke up to a pounding on my front door and Whitt’s voice. “Gemma! Gemma open the door.” I tried to ignore him at first, but I knew I’d eventually have to face him.
I opened the door and stood in the way. “What?”
“What? That’s all you have to say to me? I’ve been calling every fucking hour, and you say what?”
“Yeah, what else do you want me to say? I told you I was pregnant and you walked away from me like I’d just ruined your life. I’m scared to fucking death here. I didn’t want this!” I put my head down and cried, but he pulled me into his arms. I struggled against him, but he was stronger, and he held me close as he walked in and shut the door.
“Let go of me,” I said, stumbling backward.
“Look, Gemma. It’ll be all right. I’ll give you the money to take care of it, and I’ll even be there with you. Have you said anything to Lila?”
His words had me stone still. Take care of it? “Are you suggesting that I arrange to have it aborted?”
“I just assumed you’d want that.” My hand stung as I slapped his cheek.
“I’d never want that! You can go to hell, but I’m keeping my baby!” I cowered back as his eyes hardened. And he came forward and grabbed my arms. “Let me go!”
“Stop fighting me, Gemma. I don’t care what decision you make, keep it or don’t, but don’t you dare ever strike me again. I’d never hit you, but I demand respect. Do you understand?”
I nodded, and he shook his head. “Ahem?”
“Yes, sir.” He pulled me into his arms and held me, and it felt so wonderful to be there again even if it was only for a little while.
“I don’t want us to fight, Gemma. I didn’t mean to offend you, either, but you seem devastated, and I want you to know I’ll do whatever you want. This is your call.” He stroked my hair and then rubbed his hands down my arms and planted a kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry if I scared you. You’ve had me so worked up.”
I met his eyes. “We need to tell Lila.”
“I’ll handle when to tell her. She doesn’t need to know right away.”
“That’s bullshit. I can’t even talk to her about this, and I need my friend. Besides, don’t you think it’s time you stopped harboring all of the secrets from your daughter?” It angered me that he’d rather lie to her longer than to tell her the truth. “You’re not doing her any favors, you know. I’m telling her, and that’s final.”
He pulled me close, and his nostrils flared. “I’ll tell her. You’re not going to fight me on this, Gemma. Not where my daughter is concerned.” He turned and walked me to the couch and sat next to me.
“She’s my best friend. My only confidant and—
“You’ll do as I say. I think you need to be reminded of who the boss is in this relationship.” His hand snaked to the back of my head, and he pulled me close to kiss me. His tongue stroked mine, and I melted against him in heaven, but then he pulled away.
“You don’t intimidate me. What are you going to do?” I knew I had him right where I wanted him, and taunting was what I did best.
He reached for his belt and undid it before backing away and pulling it off.
“You won’t hit me with that.” I scooted back, but he reached out and pulled me closer.
“I’d never hit you with anything, silly girl. But I do think this could be useful. Maybe I’ll tie you up with it?” He belted a laugh and then undid his pants. “Stand up and undress.”
I did as I was told wondering why it had taken us so long to get naked, and then he reached for my hand, and when I took it, he pulled me down into his lap where he’d slipped off his pants revealing his thick erection. One of his hands stayed around me, and the other massaged my stomach.
“You promise me you won’t make me worry about you. Don’t run from me and don’t keep anything from me, Gemma. If we do this, we’re in it together. Do you understand?”
“I agree. So, that means you’ll tell Lila soon?”
“I’ll tell Lila in my own time. Don’t argue with me about it. I’ve got another baby girl’s need now to tend to.” A warm feeling washed over me. I was his baby girl now too like I’d always wanted. He lifted my legs up and turned me in his lap so that my legs were draped over his arm. Then he rubbed his thick cock against me and then nudged it inside my pussy as he kissed me deeply. I didn’t have to do too much but kiss him back as he rocked me against him, thrusting his cock up into my tight hole.
I hissed in a breath. “It feels so good.” I threw my head back, but then he reached up and stroked my tender nipples, and I cried out as my first orgasm rolled through me with a shudder.
“That’s a good girl. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He moaned and brought his mouth down to me again. It was like being consumed. His cock slicing me apart into little pieces and his mouth devouring me.
After a moment, he lifted me up and turned me around to face him, his eyes darting down to my tummy. He placed his hand there and leaned forward, putting his mouth on my glistening pussy. I moaned and rested my hand on his head and then his kisses trailed up to the taut skin of my tummy, circling my navel, while his hand trailed up my thigh and found my soaking slit.
“I’ll be gentle with you,” he whispered.
I moaned and rolled my head back. “Please don’t. I want it.”
“Oh, you want it hard, don’t you? How about we work up to that?” He stood and walked me to the bedroom where he sat on the bed. Then he pulled me down into his lap again, this time both of my feet could touch the floor and his cock pressed hard into my crack.
I raised up, and he centered his cock against me as I inched down on him slowly. He stretched me to my max and then some. I hadn’t realized that through the weeks my little slit would tighten so much. Whitt enjoyed it too, and I could tell by the way he moaned into my ear, sending chill bumps down my back.
“Are you cold, baby?”
“No, it feels so good. I’ve missed you.” He held my hips and pumped me on his cock, and before long I had a nice steady rhythm, and he reached his hand around to flatten it against my tummy.
As he did, he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Yeah, baby girl, that’s so good. I can’t wait until you’re nice and round with our baby. I’m going to fuck you so good. You’ll love pregnancy sex. Lila’s mother always did.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear about Lila’s mother, while his cock was rammed deep, but I didn’t mind the soft vibrations from his voice against my ear. It created a nice little tingle in my pussy, and soon I had another orgasm.
My body seized up, and I gripped his cock with my walls and milked him.
Suddenly he lifted me up and turned us around, and I face-planted on the bed. Then his hips kicked into overdrive as he fucked me hard. “You tell me if that hurts, baby, but I need it.”
“Take it, Whitt. Take all of me.” He saw the comment as a suggestion, and after he had stilled, which he said was to edge his release, he put m
e on my knees before him, my mouth watering hoping for a nice reward.
“You should take all of it, Gemma.” He held his cock as I closed my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers so he could hold onto my forearms to pull me closer and deeper. His cock slipped in and out of my throat, farther than I’d taken him before, and I wondered where he wanted to put it. In me or on me?
I thought about the cook and how he’d sprayed her breasts, and before I knew it, he was rough fucking my throat, hard and fast. I truly was taking it all. I gagged and coughed as I pulled away, and he lifted me up and lay me back nudging between my legs. His hand stayed on my stomach almost protectively, and he put his head into me and eased inside.
“That’s our little baby in there, Gemma. You’re going to have to listen to me and let me take very good care you. Do you understand? I was so crazy with worry for you.” His hips worked harder, and by the time he got through talking, we were slapping together, our bodies creating a clap that rattled the walls.
“Yes, so you really want to do this with me? Have our baby?” His earlier comments about getting rid of the baby had me worried, and I hoped he wasn’t settling.
“Yes, more than anything. I didn’t even know I wanted it until you told me, but I wasn’t about to let my heart want it until I knew you were going to keep it. I’m so happy, baby.” He leaned down and kissed me, and he kept his lips locked tight on me as he thrust hard bringing on his own release.