by Amy Brent
“What the hell are you doing to my daughter Reggie.” He moved quickly, coming between the two of them in a rush of motion.
“Oh no.” She moved between them, doing her best to calm the already festering situation. “Dad calm down, he isn’t doing anything I didn’t want him to.”
She looked at Reg, his face, glancing between both her and her father. “Ben, listen I know you won't believe this, but I never meant for it to happen… I didn’t even know who she was.”
“You son of a bitch, I don’t care. You know now don’t you? Damn Reggie she could be your daughter.”
“Alright Dad, that’s enough! I am a grown woman and I can do who and whatever I want.”
Her father looked at her, and swore once more before he stormed out, leaving her to face Reg alone. She didn’t look at him, instead she made her way across the room to quietly lock the door behind her father. Walking back over to him she felt the pain he was feeling, his head he held in his hands and he looked up at her.
“Well, that didn’t go well at all.” He tried to joke, but it was clear that he was concerned.
“I meant what I said Reg, I'm a grown woman.”
“Yes, you are Chelsea, but that doesn’t make what he said any less right as well.”
“None of that matters to me, you know that.” She tried to get him to look at her.
“No, I guess not now. I mean really Chelsea Simmons?”
Finally, he looked up at her and she felt his anger boiling up. “That kid is green as hell, and there is no way he is going to keep you satisfied… in any way.”
She had him exactly where she wanted him. “Well, you didn’t want me so that’s not really for you to say now is it?” She turned, ready to storm out and he was on her in an instant.
She felt him pulled her to him roughly, his face inches above hers. The kiss was demanding and full of emotion. There were not words between them as they pulled the clothes from each other, tossing them on the floor of his office. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he fell onto the soft leather of the couch in the office space, in front of the window. She straddled him, feeling his hands on her everywhere at once. He nipped his way down her body, feasting on her upturned breasts, first one and then the other.
Unlike before this was rough, eager and demanding. She held them up to his mouth offering herself to him, and the onslaught of his mouth. She felt his hands grazing and dipping lower until he was rubbing and moving over her wet heat, seeking and searching for proof of her excitement. She wanted release, needed it and moved her hips against his hands, grinding into his fingers until he stopped her, then moved to gently to shift his weight until she took control, gently sliding the length of him inside her as she rode down on him.
She felt herself overthinking for a moment, offering her weight was an issue, he made quick work of that by gripping her hips, and pulling her down onto him until she was full of his length. She stopped momentarily, the feel of him almost overwhelming as she slowly moved, rocking on him, until she found a satisfying rhythm that they both enjoyed. She slid first up and then back down on him, moving in slow circled up and down the length of him, slowly, languidly until he finally had enough. He gripped her hips in his hands holding her there for a long moment and he then moved once more.
“Stand up Chelsea.”
She did as he asked, waiting her breath coming in short gasps until he stood behind her, his hands sliding up her hips and across her stomach to cup her full breasts from behind. She leaned back against him, the soft hair on his chest pressing into her back as he tugged and pulled on her nipples until he knew they were full and hard. Gently then he pushed her forward, until she was standing beside the couch, she felt the pressure of his hands as he bent her over it until the hardness of her nipples were pressed into the soft leather arm of the couch. Her backside faced up at him and she felt him moving, running his hands up her inner thighs until he moved and she felt the pressure of him.
She moaned loudly as he pushed into her from behind, reveling in the new sensations she was feeling. He slid in slowly, first moving a little more of him at a time until he was fully pushed to the hilt. She moved slightly at the fullness of him, raising her leg until it rested on the couch and she was more open to him. He moved then, pushing into her with such deep thrusts she gasped with each push. Soon they found the age old rhythm as she arched her back to take every inch of him. She felt her body tensing up as she neared the peak of excitement. Soon she moaned loudly as she crested the peak, and he soon followed.
She felt him lean on her for a moment, before he was gone again. She took a deep breath and stood, carefully redressing and tidying up from the experience. She looked at him, but he dressed, avoiding her eyes. She felt eh heat between them still, knowing there was more that needed to be talked about. Finally, he looked up at her.
“I’d say I'm sorry, but I'm not Chelsea. I've wanted to touch you for weeks, and then that damn kid came in eager and…” He trailed off.
“I don’t want him Reg, you know that.” She waited, pausing to look at him.
He ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not the point, you should want him…. You should go out with him.”
She felt the pain start deep down. “You don’t mean that Reg, I know you don’t.”
“I can't give you what you want Chelsea.” He gave her a pained look.
“You don’t even know what I want, you never seem to think about asking me what I want.”
She grabbed her things, and spun around to leave. Giving him one last look before she was gone.
Reginald
He watched her go, hating himself for touching her, for loving her and for everything in between. What he hated the most was hurting her, of all things, he never meant for her to hurt. He had sworn to not even bring up Simmons, to not say or do anything to let her know he was bothered by him, but it had been too much, and now he had basically pushed her towards him.
There had been no intention of touching her either, but that had been thrown out the window quickly. She had given him that look, and stood up to her father for him. Seeing her on fire like that had pushed him over the edge and he was drawn to her, more than ever before. What he felt for her was more than he could put a name to, more than he could really handle.
He poured himself a drink, swirling the amber liquid around as he thought about her with him. There was something about her, a glow she seemed to carry every time he saw her that ripped into him like fire. For more than an hour he sat there, lost in his own thoughts. He had been the first to touch her and he damn well wanted to be the last. He also knew he was a coward, and he wasn’t made for commitment. Hand picking a few women to have fun with, that was more his style. At least it had been before, Chelsea had come into his life on a night he had never seen coming. He knew the first thing he needed to do was work things out with Ben, and do his best to explain. Then he would talk to her, explain why he can't be more for her.
He smiled as an idea came to him, he quickly dialed the number in the file he found. Once that was done, he smiled to himself as he left the building. He made his way to Ben’s house, knowing she may be there, hoping in fact that she could be there and make him feel better. Knowing she was safe. The steps he took to the door were some the hardest he could remember taking. He knocked twice and waited.
The door came open in a short burst. “What do you want Reggie, haven’t you done enough?”
“I know your pissed Ben, hell I’d kill you for less. Can we talk, please?”
Ben moved aside, letting him into the foyer of the house. He glanced around quickly.
“She's gone, if that's what you're doing… looking for her?”
He frowned. “What do you mean she is gone? Gone where?”
Ben sighed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Back to her mothers, I guess. Wherever she is going it’s your fault. She was fine until this afternoon, then she packed her things, tossed them in her car and was gone.”
“Damn it!” He stood again once more thinking about how he could find her quickly. “Where is her mother? I mean literally, Ben, it's important.”
“Why the hell would I tell you that?”
Reg took a deep breath calming himself. “You're right, I owe you an apology Ben. I met her and it was all a mix up. I didn’t know who she was and then when she showed up that day…”
“Why didn’t you stop it, why did you let her fall in love with you, the player that you are. I mean only a couple months ago employees were dropping like flies, because of you.”
He felt his temper rising, but the truth was there, right out and open. “You're right Ben, but it's not like that with her.”
Ben snorted. “Why because she is fresh and new and young. We both know you Reggie, you don’t change.”
“I love her Ben.”
They both stopped, each surprised for different reasons. Ben slumped down in the chair at the kitchen table, taking a long drink from the glass sitting there. Reg followed suit, pouring a drink for himself in the glass Ben handed him. He took a long drink, thinking about her and what would happen when he found her.
“She loves you too you know, in case you missed that part earlier.”
“I don’t know how to do this Ben, I mean I love her I want to be there… I want to protect her and… I just don’t know what to do next.”
“Not much else you can do except tell her.”
He glanced up at Ben then, his face a mask of concern. “She loves you, it would kill her if you didn’t approve.”
Ben sighed loudly. “You know today, when she left I think I would have done anything to keep her safe. That’s the part of being a father you will have to learn to get used to. Then I realized there was something more, something bigger that she needed. The man in her life wasn’t me anymore.” He took a drink. “She is in town at the Braymore Hotel. She is heading to Fauquier to her mother’s tomorrow. She needed a place to go think.”
Reg jumped up grabbing the keys he had tossed on the table a moment before. He turned to go, pausing only once.
“Wait, what did you say?”
Chelsea
She stared out the window of the room she had rented. Letting the tears fall freely down her face now that she was alone. She hated all of them, falling down her cheeks a reminder of the pain she felt. He’d been honest, she couldn’t fault him for that. She had tried and he had said no. Even her date with Simmons had been a bust, something about a call from a big project that needed his attention. She would give herself tonight, one night to feel sorry for herself. Tomorrow she had much bigger things to deal with. She heard the door, and frowned as she made her way over to it.
She peeked through the hole and took a step back, swallowing hard. Opening the door, she let him in.
“Chelsea, are you ok, I mean, do you feel ok?”
She rolled her eyes. “I guess he told you then?”
“Why did he have to tell me Chelsea, why wouldn’t you? A baby I mean a baby Chelsea?”
She felt her temper rising, and her voice followed suit. “I didn’t do it on my own Reg.”
He sighed loudly. “I know, I know. Just sit down here.”
She did, crossing her legs and arms simultaneously. He sat down across from her, and she waited, all the while looking him over, his face as perfect and she did her best to remember each and every detail of it.
“Why are you here Reg? I was going to tell you, you have to know that.”
“I know, but you didn’t. You just left today and said nothing.”
She laughed, letting the tears well up once more. “I set the whole thing up like an idiot. Getting Simmons to ask me out, just to make you jealous.” She sniffed loudly. “Then I was going to seduce you… and it worked and still even then, you said sorry can't.”
“Oh Chelsea, that’s on me. I let you walk out of there and I sat there kicking myself, hating to hurt you. You took the light with you, when you left. I felt everything go with you and I knew then I could let you. I couldn’t watch you go and leave me waiting and wanting you the way I do. I went to your fathers, to tell him the truth.”
“I’m sure he figured it out Reg.”
“No Chelsea, not that truth. The truth about me.”
She glanced up at him, waiting not giving an ounce of attention to the hope that welled up within her. She watched his face, the raw emotion there made her heart beat even faster as she watched him speaking the words she longed to hear.
“I love you Chelsea, I don’t know when it happened or what I need to do now because the truth is I am lost here. I am so completely out of my element and my comfort zone. All I know is I love you, and I want you. I don’t want anyone else to touch you, not ever.”
She smiled up at him, letting the tears fall freely as he spoke.
“I love you too Reg, I have always loved you.” She stood then, feeling the warmth of him as he pulled her to him, his mouth finding hers in a deep sweet kiss.
She let the clothes she word fall to the ground. Lifting his hands, she lifted her breasts up to him and he soon found himself buried in them, breathing deeply. He moved carefully, as though she was delicate. She managed to take over moving him herself. She freed him of his clothes, this time pushing him back on the bed.
“Chelsea we don’t have to..”
“Shut up Reg, just let me love you.”
He moved slightly as she took his already stiff member in her hand, gently caressing it with her hand. He moaned as she moved over him, carefully until she moistened her lips and took him in her mouth. He stiffened groaning as she moved her mouth over him, slowly and agonizingly carefully. She ran her tongue along the length of him, and suckled him in once more until she felt him moving, quickly changing place and he buried his length into her deep and true.
There were no words of love that needed to be shared as he loved her with everything he had. His movements moved faster and deeper and she met him thrust for thrust, calling out his name with each new push. She found her release first, moaning out his name as she did, gripping the bed beneath her head. He soon followed, and with one last push he called out her name.
He lay on the bed beside her, taking in her naked form, she smiled at him as he reached out to gently touch her stomach, as if he knew what was to come, or expected something to be there for him. She covered his hand with hers and smiled as he pulled her into him, keeping her there as he had once done before.
The months seem to fly by as they adjusted to a new life together. Reg was no longer afraid of loving her and was happier for it. She stood once more, rubbing her lower back as it cramped once more. It had been like this all day and she was ready to have this baby out and into the world once and for all. She made her way back into the kitchen of his condo. She was still here, and he would join her later tonight after work. The house they were building was taking longer than anticipated, but soon it would be ready for them.
She felt the cramp once more and frowned as she felt something wet between her thighs and she knew then this was no normal back ache. She dialed his phone and heard his panic stricken voice on the other end.
“You ok, baby?”
“Reg, calm down you’d think you were the one in labor.”
“Labor! Ok oh oh Ok labor.”
She managed to giggle through the pain. “Just come home and take me to the hospital, please.”
“Oh damn, I mean, yes I'm on the way.”
She laughed as she realized he had simply tossed his phone down and left, never even taking the time to hang up. She made her way to the bench by the front door, breathing through the cramps, but all the while smiling as she wondered if this was going to be more like raising two children.
Pulling up, he jumped out together, helping her walk towards the car one step at a time. She noticed his face a mask of fear and she patted his leg as he drove.
“Reg listen to me. I need you, and we need you to be ok. Now calm down and get me there safely.”
He was by her side, and she felt his love with every push and soon she found herself holding an 8 pound baby boy, with eyes as clear as his fathers. She smiled up at her husband, and saw the tears of joy in his face, knowing he was as much in love with this baby as she was.
He frowned slightly, and she knew he had his doubts.
“Chelsea, he is perfect.”
“Yes, he is.” She agreed eagerly.
“I worry… about what I can do. Do you worry about my age Chelsea?”
“Reg, I love you, I married you and I just gave you a son. There is very little I am worried about. Your age is nothing to me, as long as you love us, we love you too.”
“I don’t think I have ever been this happy Chelsea, I suppose I'll have to stop calling you Linda now.”
She laughed slightly. “In our room, you can call me a good many things, as long as you always remember just who I am.”
“I think I am happy with Chelsea, my wife.”
“Let's name this young man, and then you get some rest. I’m no young man anymore. Before long I'll need you to take care of me too you know.” He moved away from the bed to get some water.
She smiled as he laughed and she threw the pillow beside her at him. They were happier than they had ever been.
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Chapter 1
The elevator ride was a long one. More than a few times she wanted to hit the button that would take her back down to the lobby, but she didn’t, she was too excited about the meeting that she was about to go into. Whatever he saw in her it didn’t matter, he was attractive and his invitation to the party had come as a surprise in the first place. The doors opened and with a deep breath, she made it the next three steps to the door of the room. As she was about to knock someone opened the door. He was gorgeous, tall and lean and only wearing his boxer briefs, and obviously intoxicated. He pulled her to him quickly and rammed his tongue in her mouth before pulling her into the room, leaving her speechless. As he thrust her into the room, she stood in shock, unclear what she was doing there after all. There must have been 20 people in various stages of undress, some completely naked. On one couch were a couple obviously having sex and then she saw him. The man was in the kitchen with some woman sitting at the bar in front of him. She was naked and he was kissing her. He saw her arrival and made his way over to say hello. He was naked. Not just a little, but completely. He hugged her to him and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He took her hand and tried to pull her into the room. He noticed the look on my face and walked me to the corner of the room instead.