The Boy Next Door

by Staci Parker

  A couple weeks later she went in for the follow up blood test. Dennis had let her out of work early to go get it, and gave her explicit instructions to text him the results when they confirmed.

  "Congratulations," Kesha said and hugged her cousin. "You are definitely pregnant."

  "Thanks, I think. You found out before I did. I was waiting for them to call me."

  "I know! I asked them to let me tell you the good news," Kesha hugged her again and did a little happy dance making Kember laugh at her silly antics.

  "Okay, I guess now I need to go tell Dennis. I think I want to tell him in person," Kember said, feeling a little sick to her stomach. She wasn't sure if it was nerves, or an early pregnancy symptom.

  "Good luck?" Kesha said, sounding unsure. "Are you sure you don't want to just text him the results?"

  "I'm sure. This is something a father needs to hear in person," Kember said as she grabbed her purse and keys and drove over to his house. She texted him on the way there and knew he was at home for the night.

  She parked in the driveway when she got there and then rang the doorbell, waiting for him to open the door.

  Walking through after he held it open for her she smiled at him. He took her directly into the living room to sit down.

  "Well?" he asked her, looking anxious.

  "It worked," she told him, and was still waiting for the shock in her own body to really sink in the fact she was truly pregnant.

  "That's wonderful news, thank you for coming over to tell me in person!" Dennis said and walked over to her to hug her.

  Kember closed her eyes and smelled him. He smelled good to her and it was hard not to kiss him. She tried to just remind herself that he was hugging her because he was happy, not because he was her boyfriend.

  "Are you okay?" Dennis said, pulling back after a minute, realizing she was stiff as a board.

  "I'm...ok. I am still processing everything. I know we agreed to this and I wanted to do this for you and I won't regret it," Kember said, and then burst into tears. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

  Dennis hugged her again and rubbed her back, holding her tight against him. "Hey, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay. I'm here for you. I'll have your back; you won't be alone through this."

  "Why are you being so good to me?" Kember said she knew she'd always been overly trusting. She kept waiting for there to be some kind of catch with him, something that would make this situation make more sense to her.

  "Kember, I have to be honest with you," Dennis said and hesitated before wrapping his arms tighter around her.

  "I'm listening," Kember told him, searching his face.

  "When you walked into my office after I saw you at the fertility clinic a few weeks ago, all I wanted was to ask you out. I do want a baby, but I wanted something to tie you to me, give me a reason to keep you around. You weren't qualified enough for the position I was hiring for, but you've proven you can keep up with the workload, and I didn't give you enough credit," Dennis told her and when she looked shocked and hurt and tried to pull away he wouldn't let her. "No, please, wait let me finish, okay?"

  "I wanted you for myself. I did and still do want a baby, but I want more than a baby. I kissed you before because that's what I really want from you. I want you to give us a real chance." Dennis told her and looked worried for a minute when she didn't respond.

  "What exactly are you trying to say?" Kember asked him, not wanting to misunderstand.

  "I'm saying that I like you. I more than like you and you've been so close to me and keeping my hands off you is driving me insane. I want you to give us a chance, a relationship between us a chance. I don't just want a baby from you," Dennis told her gently. "I want you, too. Along with the baby."

  "You want...me?" Kember sounded dumbfounded.

  Dennis nodded. "How could any man not want you?"

  "Ask my ex-boyfriend," Kember muttered and then looked back up at Dennis again. "Just, why? Logically, I can understand you wanting a baby. You have the money, you didn't have a wife or a girlfriend, I'm young, healthy, you find me pretty and fairly intelligent, okay, all of that makes sense. But wanting more from me? That's hard for me to understand. Just, why?"

  "Kember, I know you aren't stupid," Dennis told her, looking at her like she had two heads for a moment. "You make me smile when you walk into a room. I can smell you and you're all I think about. When I come home at night, I picture you curled up on the sofa watching TV with me, and I miss you and can't wait until I get back to the office to see you again. I don't know what that means, but I do know I didn't want you to go home tonight unless I told you how I really felt."

  "I see," Kember told him. She knew she'd felt similar feelings for him, which is the only reason she'd agreed to be a surrogate for him, but she really didn't think he felt that strongly for her. Lust, desire, yes, but more than sex? She was shocked. "You sure it's not just a sex thing?"

  "I promise you that having sex with you once won't be enough," Dennis whispered to her and then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Here, let me prove it to you."

  "Wha—?" Kember started to say until Dennis pressed his mouth over hers, kissing her. He brought his hand up to cup the back of her neck and let his lips do the talking for him.

  Instinctively wrapping her arms up and around his neck she let him kiss her. She kissed him back with an erotic passion that erupted the fire he'd lit in her belly the first time she'd seen him.

  His other hand wandered down her back and grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his erection and moaned into his mouth. Pulling her forwards towards the couch Dennis sat down and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him with a leg on either side.

  "I want you, Kember," Dennis told her, whispering against her mouth. "I will want you long after this baby is born. If you give me a chance to prove it."

  Kember kissed him to shut him up. Right now she didn't want to think about the baby, or the future, or anything besides the lascivious desire he was creating. Grinding against his lap as she kissed him frantically, she let her body and touch do the rest of the talking.

  Dennis let his hands roam her body, rubbing her breasts through her dress and then reaching behind her to un-zip the sundress and pull it up and over her head. They broke the kiss long enough to drop the dress onto the floor. She was wearing no bra, and her thong didn't cover much.

  Dennis palmed one of her pert breasts in his hands and grunted when she ground her hips against his groin and lap. He pressed passionate, wet kisses against her skin and neck as he worked his way down to suck on one of her nipples and put his other hand down between them to stroke her pussy through her underwear.

  He stroked her lips delicately with his fingertips and then used his palm to rub against her clit. Licking and sucking her breasts, he loved the way her body felt rubbing against him and his dick was so hard it almost hurt.

  "I want you Dennis, I've dreamed of fucking you, and now we're here, and I just want to do it," Kember whispered to him, realizing that her choice of words probably weren't the sexiest way of telling him what she wanted, but at least it was blunt and direct.

  Dennis chuckled and then moved his hand to his belt and undid it. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out above his briefs. It was more than average size and thick. Kember reached out and grabbed it in her hands for a moment, squeezing it with her fingers.

  "Mmm, that feels good," Dennis said, letting Kember touch him. His hands skimmed up and down her sides and over her breasts. Enjoying the feel of her he let her play with him for a few minutes.

  "I want you now, please?" Kember told him as she pushed herself up to grab the back of the couch and rubbed her pussy and underwear against the tip of his cock.

  She was soaking wet and he could feel it through the thin material that was the only thing blocking him from pushing up inside of her.

  Dennis reached down and pulled her panties to the side and let the tip of his dick slip between h
er lips. Reaching behind her he grabbed her ass with both hands and slammed her down on his cock.

  Kember let out a lusty howl as he filled her and started to ride him. Her fingers dug into the back of the couch behind him as she bobbed up and down on his lap. Over and over again he slid in her as she rode him.

  Feeling him hit the right spot she pressed herself harder against him, grinding her hips until she brought herself to an intense orgasm that had her lean down to press a rough kiss to his mouth to keep from screaming.

  He groaned into her mouth as he felt her cum around his cock, squeezing him hard as she continued to grind her hips up and down against him. Feeling himself about to come he reached up and grabbed her breasts tight in both hands. His cock twitched hard and started to spasm with his own release inside of her.

  After a moment, he let out a half-chuckle and grabbed her hips to slow her down a little.

  "You're orgasms are that intense too?" she whispered to him as she rested her head against his shoulder, breathing hard from the exertion.

  "With you, apparently so," he said and smiled, kissing the side of her head. "You deserve better than a quick tumble on the couch. Stay the night with me Kember, let me make love to you the way you deserve."

  "Okay, if you're sure you really want me too," Kember told him and nodded against his neck.

  "You need to have more faith in who you are and what you have to offer, Kember," Dennis told her and then stood up, pulling her up into his arms, making her squeak and grab her arms around his shoulder and neck.

  "Don't drop me!" she told him, sounding panicked.

  "I won't, but I think we both need a shower, to get completely naked, and roll around in my bed in our birthday suits," he told her as he carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom.

  "How many other woman have you had here?" Kember asked him quietly when they reached his room. His room looked barren, and it needed some color, a piece of art above the bed, maybe some candles throughout the room.

  "You are the first I've shared my personal space with. This room has always been my sanctuary and I've never brought a woman home to spend the night before," Dennis told her honestly as he carried her into the bathroom and turned the shower on after setting her down. He took off all his clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper at the end of the sink.

  "I find that hard to believe. You must have women chasing after you like crazy," Kember said, shocked.

  "Just because they chase me, doesn't mean I want most of them catching me," he told her and then grinned as he got in the shower. He held out his hand to her and waited.

  Kember removed her thong and then joined him in the shower, sliding her hand in his as he closed the glass doors behind them both.

  "This is going to be interesting," Kember muttered, more to herself than to him as he washed her off, head to toe with a loofah and soap.

  "What will be interesting?" Dennis asked as he finished, washing her off and starting to wash himself off.

  "Us, this, the baby, everything," Kember admitted and then reached down between them and grabbed his cock. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you in that room. I didn't know who you were, or why you were there. I didn't know you were rich, and I didn't care. I thought you were one of the most attractive men I've ever seen. I did this because I like you. I agreed to be a surrogate because you're truly a decent guy and deserve a child; anything that happens between us won't change that."

  "Good, but I'm hoping you'll stick around after the baby's born and be here for both of us. Kember, I want you for the long haul," Dennis told her and backed her up against the shower stall, putting a hand on either side of her head. He pressed his body against her and she could feel his erection against her stomach.

  "I don't just want a short fling with you. I want you to realize that I think I'm falling in love with you, and for me, I want it to last. I promise I won't ever lie to you, even if you don't like what I have to say, and I'll take care of you, I just need you to trust me," Dennis told her and then pressed his mouth over hers, feeling her soften against him.

  Kember kissed him back, feeling the cold shower tiles against her back, the way the water fell between them, hot and wet. A startling contrast to the cold stone behind her back. She could feel the way his penis twitched in excitement where it touched her stomach and then put his hand down between them to start touching her most intimate places.

  Pulling her leg up, Dennis guided his penis to her hole and rubbed himself against her pussy lips until her hips were pushing towards him. Only then did he slowly inch himself inside of her until he was buried to the hilt. He started to grind himself against her, pushing her hard against the shower wall.

  He continued to fuck her in the shower, supporting her weight with his arms and the shower wall. He nibbled on her shoulder and neck as the water streamed down over both of them.

  "That feels good," Kember told him and groaned as his groin rubbed against her clit, building the wanton desire, close, so close to another orgasm.

  Dennis could feel her get close and dipped his head to suck on her nipples while he reached his other hand down between them and slowed the pace as he massaged his clit with his fingers. He circled the tiny nub with the pad of his thumb until she was begging him to let her cum, that she was so close. Pinching and rolling her clit between his fingers, he kept stimulating her as he fucked her until he sent her crashing over the edge, and she bucked against him, slipping with her wet body hard so she almost fell out of his arms.

  "Easy there tiger," Dennis chuckled as he moved his hand to grab her hips and stabilize her so they didn't both tumble into the shower doors.

  "Sorry, I lost my balance when I came, my legs started to shake." She laughed and rested her head against his shoulder as he started to fuck her hard, shaking her whole body.

  A few minutes later, he stiffened, and groaned, releasing his seed all over her and having it drip down her legs. He was breathing hard when he pulled himself out of her and rewashed both of them.

  Turning the water off, he opened the door and got out. He grabbed a couple of towels from the shelf next to the shower. He wrapped one around his waist and then opened it up to wrap Kember's body in it.

  "We have a lot to talk about," Dennis told her. "But for tonight, I'm just going to make love to you over and over again."

  "I can live with that Dennis. I'm willing to give this a real shot. I don't think I would have agreed to be your surrogate if I didn't think there was a chance that there was something more between us to begin with. I think I could love you, too," Kember said, and reached out to touch his cheek gently with her fingers.

  "Life is too short, and there's not many women in this world who are worth taking risks for, but you are one of them, Kember. Thank you for taking a risk with me." he whispered before dipping his head to kiss her.

  Kember closed her eyes and kissed him back. She didn't know what the future would bring, but for today, this was enough.

  THE END

  The Cowboy Billionaire’s Mail Order Bride

  Chapter one

  “I know that this is a terrible time for you, Emma, but I think you’re doing the right thing. Getting on that boat and getting some distance is exactly what you need to find a little closure. There are too many memories here. You can’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault. It could’ve happened to anyone.”

  My mother, Edith, was going to miss me, but I felt like this was my only option. There was no other way. I was used to a certain style of living and I wasn’t going to find it by staying here.

  My world had crumbled down around me and it had happened so suddenly that it was almost like a bad dream.

  I woke to the sound of coughing and I saw that my husband Jasper was on the floor gasping for air. The flames were billowing all around and I could barely see anything through the acrid smoke that was burning my lungs. I had a choice to make and if I had to do it all over again, I would have.

  I left my husband, hoping
that I would get back in time to save him, but my main concern was my little daughter Laura. I found the door was hot, scorching and burning my fingers, but I did not let that deter me. I pulled it open with the whoosh of the flame throwing me back against the wall. I landed heavily, but I scrambled to my feet and moved cautiously with my head down. I grabbed a shirt near the door and placed it over my mouth.

  “Emma, you have to know that you did everything you could. Nobody blames you. If you blame yourself, then you have to learn to forgive. You might not think that you can and you might not think that you deserve it, but you do.”

  I had on my nightshirt and I stumbled over the end of it a couple of times, but I managed to stay on my feet. I was losing consciousness, but I could see her door ahead, slightly ajar, and I felt this sort of calm come over me like I had never felt before.

  “This is the right time to get away. I’m not sure if I agree with what you’re doing, but this is not my decision. You’ve been through a traumatic time and you have to do what you need to do to heal. Your father would’ve been here but you know how he is with goodbyes. He knows that you won’t be back for some time and I guess he feels like you’re abandoning the family. I’m sorry that you had to go through this, but I think that you’ll come out of it stronger than ever.” She was my rock during this time, but even her love and my father’s caring arms could not take away the pain that I was feeling.

  I got into my daughter’s room and I knew immediately upon seeing her on the bed that she was gone. I tried to reach for her, but the flames were too high and then my only hope vanished, as the entire ceiling came down. I was barely able to move away from the carnage. I thought that this was God’s way of punishing me for not being as religious as I should’ve been. I’d stepped away from the Catholic lifestyle and maybe I did get caught up in material things.