by Lia Lee
He tasted like sex–our sex–and he was bigger than I remembered. He slid his dick in and out of my mouth, countering my motion as I moved my head back and forth. I held my breath when he hit my soft palate, and this time, I didn’t pull back again. He slowly slipped past my gag spot, and he slid down my throat, thick and hard, blocking off my air.
“Fuck,” Evan groaned when I took him in all the way to the hilt. His hands were in my hair, but he was holding onto me more than guiding me.
I pumped my head back and forth, pulling out every couple of strokes to catch my breath before I took him in again.
“I can’t hold back if you do that, Scar,” he said and pulled out of my mouth.
I looked up at him. Spit dribbled down my chin, and I wiped it away with my hand. Evan took two steps away from me, his hands on his hips, breathing hard.
“Just a second,” he said.
I smiled. It was a compliment that he needed to pull himself together. I leaned back against the couch, keeping eye contact, and ran my hands over my body. I cupped my own breasts, massaging them, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Evan’s eyes were glued to my body, watching what I was doing.
I slid my hands farther down my abdomen and between my legs, caressing the insides of my thighs with my legs wide open. I left my one hand on my thigh, and with the other, I pushed my fingers into my slit, running them up and down, playing with myself, spreading my wetness.
I gasped and moaned when I fingered my clit. I was both sensitive and majorly turned on after the orgasms I’d already had, and I wanted more. I arched my back, moving my free hand back to my breast. I played with myself, giving Evan a show, and he watched me with his lips parted. His cock was straining, eager to get back inside me. But not yet. I wasn’t done yet.
Another orgasm built, and it came relatively quickly. I knew exactly what to do to myself to push me over the edge in no time at all. I shivered, my body trembling lightly all over. I rubbed my clit faster and faster, crying out as the orgasm washed over me. I closed my legs and squeezed my breast, opening my mouth in a soundless cry for a moment before I breathed hard.
Evan walked toward me as if he couldn’t contain himself any more. He grabbed me by the legs, flipped me over so that I was on my knees, and he turned my ass to him.
He didn’t hesitate to plunge into me, and I cried out. He fucked me hard, his cock pounding into me, pushing deeper than he’d ever gone, and I moaned, the pleasure and the pain merging together into a wave of ecstasy that pushed me over the edge again. It was either a continuation of my orgasm or a new one, but it hit me hard and fast, and I screamed.
Evan came moments later. His dick jerked inside me, and he slammed in as deep as he would go, filling me up. He grunted as I continued to gasp and cry out. The orgasm seemed to last forever.
Finally, it subsided, and when Evan pulled out of me, I collapsed on the couch, gasping and heaving. Evan sat down next to me, putting his hand on me, and we sat in silence, recovering. It had been one of the best sex sessions I’d had in a long time.
“Is that what you had in mind?” Evan asked.
“Oh, yeah,” I said. I’d come here to get fucked, but this had exceeded my expectations.
“Come to me any time you need, princess,” he said.
I smiled. I liked it when he called me princess. It made me feel beautiful. Special.
“I have to find my clothes,” I said, looking around for them. I had to get dressed and get home.
“You can stay for the night,” Evan said.
I thought about it. I could stay, but I wasn’t sure what that would mean. We were still just doing this as a business transaction. Evan was paying me to have his child, and we were actively working on that. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more. I was already starting to think about him when I wasn’t with him, wanting to see him, and that was dangerous. Women always got attached with sex, and I couldn’t afford that if he was just going to walk out of my life again.
“I think it would be better if I go home,” I said.
Evan nodded. He didn’t look offended or let down at all. I nodded, too, confirming to myself that this was the right choice. I got up and started searching for my clothes.
Chapter Ten
Evan
One month later
Scarlet and I had been seeing each other on and off for the past month, and everything was going according to plan. We had sex–crazy gorilla sex–whenever we could see each other. We didn’t spend a lot of time together when weren’t fucking, but that was all right.
I wanted another child, and I was determined to make that happen. And judging by the way Scarlett was happy for me to fuck her, she was just as determined as I was.
Lily still didn’t know what we were doing. There was no reason to tell her. It wasn’t like Scarlett and I did anything more than fuck, and there was no reason to tell her about that.
Scarlett wasn’t pressing me at all to speak to Lily. She stayed out of my business. She understood that this was what I paid her for, and she didn’t get involved in any other way.
I appreciated that a lot more than she knew.
In the meantime, though, until we figured everything out, we fucked.
It was a busy time at work for me. I had a lot to take care of, and sometimes, I didn’t leave the office until well after dark. But Scarlett was always available when I wanted her. And God, I wanted her badly. Often.
My phone rang, drawing my attention away from the paperwork I was reading through, and Scarlett’s name flashed on my screen. I smiled and leaned back in my chair.
It was dark outside, with my office being the only one with a light still on. Everyone else–including Serena–had gone home for the day.
“I can’t tell you how welcome this distraction is,” I said.
“Are you still at work?” she asked.
“I am. I have paperwork to go through. It’s a bitch.” I would much rather have been home, fucking Scarlett, spending the night in all sorts of compromising positions, instead of going through property values.
“I won’t keep you, then,” she said. “I’m pregnant.”
“What?” I asked.
“Yeah. I took a home pregnancy test tonight. I realized this morning that it’s been a while since my last period, so I calculated it and figured I had to check.”
I grinned. I couldn’t believe it. Pregnant! This was finally happening.
“I just wanted to let you know,” she said. She didn’t sound as ecstatic as I felt.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s just a lot to take in.”
I could understand that. Going from living a relaxed life, to planning to get pregnant in such a short time, had to be jarring. I’d thought about it for a long time, but Scarlett had stepped onto the scene, and a few days later, we were going at it.
“I’ll set up a gynecologist appointment for you with Dr. Monroe,” I said.
“Thank you.” Scarlett sounded distant, switched off. I wanted her to speak to me, but we weren’t there. Our relationship wasn’t like that, and right this minute, I wished it was.
“I’ll speak to you tomorrow,” she said.
We ended the conversation, and I hung up the phone. I took a deep breath, trying to let the information sink in. A baby. I hoped it was a son. If it was a daughter–it wasn’t like I could pick and choose at this point–I would love her just as much, but I desperately wanted a son.
I managed to book an ultrasound with Monroe for Scarlett on Wednesday, the very next day. When we walked into the offices, there were pregnant mothers everywhere, looking at us. We were an odd couple–with her nearly half my age–but I didn’t give a shit what they thought. I knew what I wanted, and I knew what I was here for. Scarlett seemed less confident. She fidgeted while we waited.
I put my hand on hers, but she gently pulled it out of my grip.
“It’s going to be fine,” I said.
She nodded, but
I didn’t believe that she agreed with me.
“Scarlett,” Monroe said, smiling when we walked into the office. “How are you doing?”
“Okay,” Scarlett said.
We both sat down. Scarlett had her hands in her lap
“What can I do for you, today?” Monroe asked.
Scarlett cleared her throat. “I think pregnant. I took a home pregnancy test, and it was positive.”
Dr. Monroe smiled. “That’s great news,” she said. “Why don’t we have a look?”
We moved to the next room where Scarlett got undressed behind a screen and put on a hospital gown. When she sat on the chair, she was visibly nervous.
Monroe squirted jelly on her stomach and used the scanner, sliding it over her lower abdomen.
“When was your last period?” she asked while she looked at the screen, moving the scanner back and forth. Gray shapes appeared on the black screen.
Scarlett gave her a date.
“Right,” she said. “That would mean you’re about eight weeks along or so, right?”
“I guess you’re right,” Scarlett said. “I wasn’t paying attention. Things were a little… different than usual.”
She glanced at me when she said it.
“Here we go,” Monroe said, focusing on one spot and pointing at the screen. “It’s not much to look at just yet, but here’s the placenta, and the fetus is over here.”
I looked at the screen. I couldn’t see anything that meant something to me, but Scarlett’s face had changed. She looked like she might cry, but it wasn’t a bad look. More like awe.
Her dark eyes were bright. I’d never seen her look this beautiful.
“Well, that’s unexpected,” Dr. Monroe said.
Scarlett and I both looked at the doctor. She was looking at the screen, and Scarlett’s face went pale.
“Doctor?” Scarlett asked. “Is everything okay?”
“There’s nothing wrong,” she said. “But this is rather unusual.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Scarlett and I both looked at the screen, but I couldn’t figure out what was on it. It was still just a blur of grey shapes to me.
“Well, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it,” Dr. Monroe said. “You’re having triplets.”
I blinked at her. “What?”
Dr. Monroe smiled at us, but Scarlett looked just as shocked as I felt.
Triplets? We were having three babies?
“I don’t understand,” Scarlett said. “This can’t be possible.”
“It’s unusual, but not impossible,” Dr. Monroe said. “And considering that you weren’t on any fertility treatment, this is all natural and very special.”
Scarlett still seemed unsure, but the news was starting to sink in. And I was ecstatic. I’d wanted another baby for so long. Knowing that I was going to have three was an absolute thrill. Yes, I hadn’t expected it, but we could make this work.
We? I had to remember that Scarlett wouldn’t be in my life forever. She was just here to carry my baby. Babies. The realization hit me harder than it should have, and I pushed it away.
Scarlett got dressed, and we left the office.
We walked to the car together, and she was quiet. We got in the car, and I turned to her.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
Scarlett shrugged without saying anything.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Scarlett shook her head. “Nothing wrong,” she said. “This is just a little overwhelming.”
I could see how it would be, but something was bothering her, something she wasn’t telling me. I couldn’t place it. I didn’t have any claim to her or any right to her emotions. She was here to carry my baby, and that was just what she was doing. She was fulfilling her side of the contract.
“I’ll triple your pay,” I said.
Scarlett blinked at me. “You don’t have to do that,” she said.
“But I want to.” This was above and beyond what I asked for after all.
Scarlett shook her head. “Really, you’re paying enough as it is.”
She still looked like something was upsetting her, and I didn’t know what it was. I wanted to be able to help her, to make it go away, but I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, the line between us was very clear, and I didn’t know how to cross it.
I told the driver to take us to her house. I doubted she wanted to come home with me after the new development. This was a lot to handle for the both of us, and like she said, she still had to wrap her mind around it. I hoped that was all that was bothering her, but somehow, I doubted it.
We drove to her apartment in silence. When the car parked in front of her apartment, I took her hand, and she looked at me with eyes that were guarded and an expression I couldn’t read.
“You’ll tell me if there’s something I can do?” I asked.
“You know I will,” she said. I wasn’t sure if I knew that. “I just need some time.”
I nodded and let go of her hand. There was nothing I could do if she wouldn’t let me in. She opened the car door and got out without help. I didn’t get out with her. I got the idea she wanted to be alone. I wouldn’t intrude.
I watched as she walked to her apartment, disappearing from sight. The car pulled into the road, heading to my place. This had all taken a very big turn today. Scarlett was right. It was a lot to take in. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like for her to carry a baby–babies–that would only belong to her for as long as she was pregnant.
Was it affecting her more than I realized? I was starting to wonder how she would cope with all this. I’d only thought about having a child, about getting someone to carry it for me, seeing as how I had no interest in having a wife. I hadn’t once thought how it would be for the woman that had to carry the baby.
I didn’t want Scarlett to struggle with this. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to look back at this experience and see it as something special.
Was I doing that for her?
I realized that I cared about how she felt. I cared about whether she was happy. I cared about her as a person.
Fuck.
When I’d started this journey, the idea of endless sex and no attachments, other than the future responsibility of a child, had been attractive.
Now, the idea that Scarlett wouldn’t be mine after it all didn’t sit too well with me.
What if I wanted her around? What if I wanted her to be part of this picture? What if I wanted her to be the mother–to stay the mother–of the children she was carrying?
God, this had never been the idea. This hadn’t been part of it at all.
When Scarlett had walked through those doors for the first interview, it had been a surprise. A pleasant one, because I’d wanted to fuck her for a long time, and now, she was the mother of my children. Plural.
But she was becoming a lot more than that. I hadn’t wanted someone in my life. Women were nothing but drama, and I didn’t need that in my life when I’d been independent and taking care of Lily on my own for so long. But I found myself feeling different about Scarlett being in my life.
I was starting to feel more for Scarlett than just arousal and desire. I was starting to want to give her more for what she was doing for me than just money.
I was starting to fall in love with her.
Chapter Eleven
Scarlett
I hadn’t known a lot of pregnant women in my life, but whenever the topic arose, the women who’d been through it talked about the joy of having new life inside you, of knowing that you were bringing a living being into the world. They talked about the miracle of your changing body, of the pregnant glow, and of how beautiful it all was.
Morning sickness and swollen feet were an afterthought.
Well, the bitches sugarcoated it. It was hell on hot wheels.
I couldn’t stop vomiting. They called it morning sickness, but it was every-time-of-the-day sickness, and it wa
s violent. Google told me that it only happened during the first trimester, followed by a lot of comments by pregnant women who had kept throwing up until the day they gave birth
Not to mention the smells. God, I was getting sick of my heightened sense of smell. I smelled everything, and it wasn’t a good thing. I couldn’t stand my deodorant anymore, I couldn’t use air freshener, and I struggled with the smell of my trashcan in the kitchen. I’d taken to leaving the can outside my front door.
Was it that much worse now that I knew I was having triplets? Google said that more babies didn’t mean more trouble, but it sure as hell felt like it. And even though Googling everything made me feel like I knew what was going on with my body, Google had nothing to say about how I could stop it.
It was pure torture.
I was hugging the toilet again when someone knocked on my door. I pulled myself up and looked in the mirror. My skin was pasty, and my hair clung to my sweaty face. I blew my nose, splashed water on my face, and tried to smile. I looked like shit. Maybe I could just ignore whoever was here, and they would go away.
“Scar?” Lily called through my door.
I couldn’t ignore her. She was my best friend. That, and she knew my car so she knew I was home.
“Coming,” I called out. My throat hurt from throwing up. I opened the door, and Lily stood in front of me, looking fresh. She was in her office attire–a blouse and suit pants, with her hair pulled back. Her smiled faded when she saw me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I nodded. “I’m fine,” I said. I hugged her. She pulled back when I let go and narrowed her eyes at me.
“I’ve known you long enough to know that you’re not fine when you say you are. Have you been throwing up again?”
I couldn’t lie to her. What would one more be, to be honest? But she would see through this lie. It was the only reason I had to tell the truth, which was saying something about how far this had gone, but that was another worry for another time.
“What’s going on, Scar?” Lily asked.
“I think it’s a stomach bug.”