Scorchin' (The Hot Boys Series Book 2)
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I sat back on the couch and put my hand on the back of my head. The news had rolled over me like a boulder.
“OK,” I said, quickly coming to terms with everything. “You’re pregnant.”
She nodded slowly. “I’m pregnant with the baby of a man that I’ve only known for a few weeks, and with whom I have no idea what’s going on between us.”
She stood up and began slowly pacing the living room.
“And here’s the thing,” she went on. “What I know for sure is that what you and I have been doing—that is, having lots of sex—is a huge no-no in my business. You’re a source, and anything that even kind of smells like using sex to get information is enough to not only get me fired but blacklisted from any paper worth a damn in this town. I should’ve known better, but I let my…feelings get the better of me.
“But hiding a sexual relationship with a source is one thing—it’s kind of doable, as dishonest as it may be. But a fucking pregnancy? That’s impossible to hide. What would I say to my boss when I start waddling to work with a big baby belly? ‘Oh, this? Just kind of happened’?”
She went on, her tone becoming more desperate by the second.
“Sure, I could just lie again, cover up my one lie with more and more lies, but then that would be who I am. The rest of my career would be built on lies, and I just know that would eat away at me over time. So, here I am, some single, pregnant girl trying to figure out just what the hell to do. And if that’s not enough, now I have to worry about whether some criminal gang is after me!”
And that was all she managed to say before exhaustion caused her to slump where she stood. At that moment I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift down Callie’s body, settling on her slim, flat midsection. I pictured her with a round baby bump, months into her pregnancy. Just the idea of it was enough to inflame something in me, an intense protective instinct that made me want to do whatever it took to keep her safe.
“You should’ve told me,” I said.
“Of course I should’ve told you!” she shot out, her eyes going wide. “I know that would’ve been the smart thing to do, to tell you as soon as I found out. But I panicked. So sue me—I’m only human, I guess.”
I stood up from the couch and strode over to where she stood. I let my hands fall down onto her shoulders. At first, she bristled at my touch. But as I held her firmly, I felt the tension melt from her shoulders. But her eyes stayed downcast, as if she was too afraid to look me in the eyes.
“And you thought that if I found out, I’d what? Just let you go?”
“I don’t know,” she said softly. “I worried that if I told you what happened you’d leave me, that you’d do the easy thing and just walk away. Maybe I was being paranoid because that’s the worst thing I could imagine happening, but it’s how I felt.” She swallowed hard, a tear trickling down her face. “I guess I figured that if you weren’t going to be around, then at the very least I could be the one that made the decision. I just felt so powerless, and that doing this was the only way I could still be in control.”
It made sense. Callie was a proud, independent woman, the type who didn’t well handle her fate being in the hands of some man. She was stubborn, but I’d be damned if that wasn’t something I loved about her. I was mad at her for not coming clean with me as soon as she could, but I knew that I couldn’t blame her. She was scared, and as far as she knew, she was alone.
Or so she thought.
“You don’t need to be in control, Callie,” I said. “Listen, you’re a brilliant woman—one of the sharpest people I’ve ever met. But if you thought that I was going to let you handle this all on your own, then maybe you’re just a little dumber than I thought.”
My mouth pulled up slightly on one side, letting her know that I was joking. She allowed herself a little chuckle in spite of herself. “You’re pregnant, and that can’t happen without two people being responsible,” I went on. “So, you’re going to need to put out of your mind the idea that you’re alone in this. Because you’re not—I’m here for you, whether you like it or not. And nothing’s going to change that.”
Callie nodded slowly, my hands still on her shoulders. Moments passed, her eyes still downcast. Finally, she took a step forward, closing the distance between us, and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close and tight.
Then she looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes sheened with tears.
I didn’t even bother resisting myself one bit as I leaned in and put my lips on hers.
26
STONE
There was no thinking behind the kiss—it happened purely by instinct. But I could sense by the way Callie’s body pressed against mine that it was exactly what we both wanted. My hands moved down her hips and I held her close as we kissed, our mouths opening at the same time, our tongues slipping past one another’s as the kiss took on more intensity by the moment.
My heart raced in my chest. The kiss was like none I’d ever had before. There was something between us, something that neither of us could ignore for any longer. Far from tearing us apart, as Callie worried it would, the release of emotions before the kiss had only pulled us closer together.
We kissed hard, our hands moving almost frantically over one another’s bodies. My fingers slipped under her shirt, her skin cool and soft to the touch. Callie returned the favor, placing her touch on the hard notches of my hips and moving her fingertips over the lines of my abs.
“We need to get to the bedroom,” I said, taking my lips from hers just long enough to talk. “And fast.”
She flashed me that sly look I was beginning to love more and more. “I think that’s the smartest decision we’ve made all day,” she said.
I chuckled softly before leaning in to kiss her one more time. After a few more moments of this, I took Callie by the hand and led her to the bedroom, my cock already hard in anticipation of what I knew was to come.
We were back on each other as soon as we stepped over the threshold of the bedroom and shut the door. Callie placed her hands back on my narrow hips, this time grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it off over my head. We kissed more and more, her hands working to open my belt and zipper as fast as her fingers would allow.
I started on her clothes, undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one before slipping it off over her shoulders. Her gorgeous breasts were barely restrained by a dark blue bra, and I didn’t waste any time in undoing the clasp and taking it off.
Once she was nude from the waist up, I took a moment to drink in the sight of her gorgeous body. But this wasn’t like the other times I’d laid eyes on her perfect form—this time I knew that she was carrying my child, and the idea of this inflamed something in me that I could barely understand, something that ignited an animal, primal urge in me. I had to make Callie mine right then and there. I could barely restrain myself in the face of her nearly supernatural beauty.
“I want you so goddamn bad,” I said, the words slipping out as I stepped closer to Callie.
She swallowed and slowly licked her lips before letting her mouth part slightly. Callie said nothing, instead waiting for me to make my move, waiting for me to take her.
I closed the distance between us, kissing her hard again. We stepped closer and closer toward the bed, and once we reached the edge, I took her into my arms, sweeping her off her feet and setting her down gently onto it.
Laying there, her fire-red hair spread around her gorgeous face, her chest rising and falling with each expectant breath, Callie was like something out of a dream. I reached down and undid the button and zipper of her pants, her hips bucking as I pulled them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties that matched the bra I’d just removed. She crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.
I didn’t waste any time. I pounced on Callie, covering every inch of her in kisses. My lips moved up, from her hips, over her stomach, then to her breasts. I took her left nipple into my mouth, fe
eling it turn hard as I sucked and licked the delicate flesh.
“Oh god,” moaned Callie as she ran her hands up the sides of her body. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop.”
My attention went from one breast to the other, my hand moving down between her legs as I kissed and licked. The heat from her pussy was warm against my hand, even before I slipped it under her panties. As soon as my hand touched her skin, a shiver ran through Callie’s body, her skin breaking out in goose bumps.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I said, my voice low, a growl.
“Only for you,” she said.
Goddamn, if my cock wasn’t already as hard as a diamond, that would’ve done the job.
I continued to kiss her as I pulled her panties down, the fabric already drenched from her raw sexual heat. The panties flew across the room via a casual toss, and now Callie’s body was nude from head to toe, and all for me. I’d been with plenty of girls before, but being here with Callie, at this moment with such emotions burning between us, was like nothing I’d known before. It was almost more than I could bear.
My fingers slid effortlessly into her, her pussy as smooth and warm as velvet. She let out another long sigh, her back arching in a manner that I could only describe as majestic. Callie ran her slender hands over the supple curves of her figure, the sight causing my cock to drip with eager arousal.
I fingered her for a while, listening to the sound of her soft, pleasured breaths. But it was impossible to be so close to her cunt without wanting to taste it. So, that’s just what I did. I moved in close, pressing my tongue against her clit, her delicious juices flowing instantly into my mouth—she tasted like fucking ambrosia.
I continued to eat her, knowing that I could do this all damn day and never get bored. All the while, I kept fingering her, and her hips bucked more and more as I kept at it. Callie moved her hands to the back of my head and pressed hard, imploring me to keep licking and sucking her magnificent little cunt. But she didn’t need to convince me.
It wasn’t long before the jerking and shaking of her hips built to a crescendo and an orgasm blasted through her body. Callie announced her pleasure with a scream of ecstasy, her body twisting as the pleasure ran its course. I continued to eat her as she came, taking her all the way through her orgasm and not giving her even a moment’s break.
Soon her breathing slowed, and she flicked her gaze down to me, those aquamarine eyes boring into me with such intensity that I worried for a moment her stare might burn right through my skin.
“Get up here now,” she purred as she reached down and dragged the backs of her fingernails over the rugged skin of my face.
“Someone’s got her bossiness back,” I said with a grin, my lips covered in her arousal.
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong,” she said with a wink. “It never went anywhere.”
Goddamn, she was just irresistible.
I propped myself onto my arms, my steel-solid cock hanging hard and heavy. Once I reached Callie’s face, I lowered my body and kissed her hard, the taste of her pussy blending with the taste of her mouth. Everything about her was delicious and delectable—I just couldn’t get enough.
The feeling of slim fingers wrapping around my cock made it clear that she was ready for more. And so was I—eating her pussy had pushed me to a level of arousal I didn’t even think was possible. I needed to be buried deep inside of her, and I needed it now.
Callie gripped hard onto my cock and pressed the head against her clit, a shiver running through her body as she did. Then she moved my prick down slowly, resting it against the opening of her lips. I looked deep into her eyes as I pushed my hips down and entered her inch by inch. She matched my stare, gazing back at me with an expression that made it clear she was ready for every last inch of my length.
She was so impossibly wet that burying my cock to the hilt inside of her was completely effortless. Once I was fully in, I held fast for a moment, savoring the feeling of her cunt gripping me hard. But the feeling of her hands pressing down hard against my firm ass made it clear that she wanted much more than that.
I raised my hips, withdrawing my cock all the way to the head. Then, with a smooth, solid motion, I drove into her again, focusing on just how incredible her cunt felt rubbing against the smooth contours of my cock.
Callie let out a pleasured moan as I thrust into her. I kept at it, filling her over and over again, my pace quickening by the second.
“Yeah,” she moaned. “Just like that. Just like that.”
Her talking didn’t go on for long—I continued to fuck her, soon pounding her so hard that all she could do was bite her lip and let out little squeaking cries of pleasure.
It didn’t take much time before my cock felt ready to explode like a bomb. It was everything I could do to hold back my orgasm as I watched Callie writhe beneath me, her breasts bouncing back and forth with each plunge into her. Her pussy was slick and warm and tight all at the same time, and it soon became impossible for me to hold back the deluge of cum I was ready to fire deep into her.
Thankfully, I didn’t need to wait long. Callie wrapped her legs around me, squeezing me so hard it was a little impressive. She soon came for me hard too, her pussy gripping my cock so tight that I felt on the verge of exploding right then and there.
I passed the point of no return—the sight of Callie coming, filled with my cock, was too much to ignore. My prick unloaded deep inside her, firing off again and again, creaming her pussy. I grunted as I let loose with a few final, deep thrusts, every muscle of my body tensing as my cock shot its load.
Our orgasms ebbed at about the same time, and I couldn’t resist collapsing on top of her, our sweaty bodies warm against one another’s.
“OK, big man,” she said, patting me on the back. “Unless you want to clean up a flattened, just-fucked redhead, I’m gonna need you to move off.”
I laughed as I rolled my body to her side.
“Did I ever tell you that you’ve got a hell of a way with words?” I asked as I put my hand on her stomach, feeling it rise and fall.
“Not nearly often enough,” she said with a wink.
Silence hung in the air for a moment before what I said next came out in a sudden tumble of words.
“I love you, Callie,” I said, my eyes fixed on hers, warmth spreading from my heart as I spoke.
She said nothing at first, instead staring back at me, her eyes wet with tears.
“I love you too,” she said finally.
I pulled her in close for a kiss, our hearts now one.
27
CALLIE
Stone and I laid there for a long while in silence, simply enjoying one another’s—very naked—company. The sex had been amazing, easily the best I’d ever had in my life, and the spoken acknowledgement of our feelings for one another made me feel closer to him than I’d ever thought possible.
So, of course, I had to go and ruin the mood with my big, stupid mouth.
“We’re…being totally honest with one another, right?” I asked, rolling over on my side and propping my head on my hand.
Stone smiled. “I think that’s probably a good idea from here on out,” he said. “Then again, I’m not sure there’s anything you could reveal to me that’d be more shocking than you being pregnant with my kid.”
“OK,” I said, allowing myself a small smile. “Then I’m going to have to ask for some honesty from you.”
Stone crinkled his brow in mild confusion.
“You think that there’s something I’m lying to you about?” he asked. Then he raised his hands in mock defeat. “OK,” he said. “I confess—I’m not actually a fireman. I actually work a food cart down near Central Park. Not the most glamorous job in the world, I know, but if you want a discount on those honey-roasted peanuts, I can get you the hookup.”
I let out a snort-laugh as I swatted him on his solid, cut chest.
“No, you dork,” I said with a smile. “I want to know about…that.”
It was clear instantly that he didn’t care for the subject being brought up, not one bit. His expression darkened, and his body tensed. Regret came over me for asking the question, but his features eventually softened, and he nodded his head slowly.
“I guess you’re not totally out of line in asking,” he said. “If we’re going to be totally honest with one another from here on out.”
I said nothing, letting him decide when to speak. Stone looked away for a moment, steeling himself for what he had to say.
“It was a long time ago—about five years, a little after Jason was born. My ex-wife and I were married and living in San Diego just after I’d finished my tour of duty with the Navy. Our marriage had happened so fast—looking back it was more a whirlwind of childish emotions than anything else. Jason was unexpected, and I’d spent the months up to his birth wondering if I had what it took to be a father.
“When he came, however, it was the happiest day of my life. It’s hard to put into words just how much being a parent changes you…but I suppose you’re about to find all of that out.”
A strange feeling spread through me at this, something like a combination of joy and fear and excitement all at once. The fact that I was pregnant was still settling over me, and I could only imagine what other emotions I’d go through as the next months went on.
I put my thoughts aside and turned my focus back to Stone.
“Between the new baby and new marriage and new everything else,” he said, “I was feeling a little overwhelmed trying to make sense of how my life looked all of a sudden. I’d gone from some punk kid standing in front of a judge to a married father. It felt like the entire weight of the world was resting on my shoulders. I’d find myself holding Jason, looking down at this little person and knowing that his safety, his everything, was up to me.