Passion, Vows & Babies: Only You, Baby: A Yeah, Baby & Time's Up! Crossover Novella (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Vicki Green

  “Thank fuck,” he whispers against my mouth.

  We’re both smiling, our lips still pressed against each other’s. “Get your stuff packed and I’ll go have a talk with the landlord.”

  “Um. Now?”

  He looks behind him and then back at me. “Okay. After we eat.” He smiles. He kisses me quickly then walks over to the stove and dishes up two plates full of food. “Uh, where do you eat?” I point to the couch and follow him there. We sit and he hands me a plate. “Yeah, I’ll help you pack after I talk to the landlord.” I let out a laugh around my fork.

  Well, I guess it’s time to move up with my life. God, I hope I’m ready for this.

  Four

  Alex

  Am I ready for such a bold move? Hell yeah. I can’t wait to get her out of this small horrible apartment and into my house. Once we’d finished eating, I told her to get dressed and start packing while I went down and talked to a rather slimy-looking landlord. Good God. To think she’s been living here with this scumbag just downstairs. First, he told me she had to give him a thirty day notice. Once I handed him a wad of cash, he said no problem, she could move out today. I got that shit in writing. I went back to her apartment and helped her pack, although there wasn’t much left to do. I was saddened by the fact she could fit most everything she owned in a suitcase and two small boxes. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get her home. I carried the boxes out to my car and placed her suitcase in the backseat. Turning to her, I wrap my arms around her and smile.

  “You drive the other car and follow me.” She nods happily and starts to walk away but I pull her back. “You do have a driver’s license, right?” She shakes her head, her face changing to sadness quickly. “Shit. Okay, we’ll go slow.” I lean down and kiss her. “Next thing is to get you a license.” She smiles up at me, and my heart is full. I never realized it could feel this way. To the point I feel like I could bust inside. Like I want to turn around and yell out to the world that I’m in love. What? I look down and into her bright glowing blue eyes. She takes my breath away when she leans up and kisses me, and my heart beats faster when I watch her walk over and get into my other car.

  She follows me home and parks in the garage before I pull in. By watching her from my rearview mirror on the way over, I can tell she’ll have no issues passing the driving test. I have more than enough groceries since I always keep my kitchen fully stocked, but I brought the two sacks full that I’d bought for her apartment. Hell wasn’t gonna let all that go to waste. Setting the sacks down on the breakfast bar, I watch her walk inside carrying her suitcase and one of the small boxes. I walk over to her, take the box and suitcase from her hands and smile.

  “Now, I have my bedroom downstairs and there’s three upstairs. You can choose.” She stares into my eyes, and I can see the apprehension in them as she swallows hard. “But know this, I would really love for you to be in my room – my bed. Our bed.” Her facial expression seems to change as she leans up and kisses me then turns around and starts walking back to the garage.

  “Better take my stuff to our room then.” She smiles at me from over her shoulder.

  I watch her walk back in from the garage and take her things to our room wondering how in the hell I got so lucky. Insta-love? Nah. Still don’t believe in it. Mostly. An intense attraction? Yes. Have I fallen in love? Most definitely. And it feels fucking fantastic! My parents will hate her. Rica won’t believe it and Luke will give me a hard time, but they’ll both love her. Hell, my brothers Val, Bas, and Don better love her or I’ll kick their asses.

  After we got everything inside, I told her to unpack and I put away all the groceries. It seemed comfortable. Felt – normal. How life can change so quickly. One minute you’re single, thinking you’re carefree and happy and the next – you find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. You learn you weren’t as happy as you thought.

  Once we’re a little more settled, I suggested she go into my office and study. She went without protest. By late afternoon she told me she needed to go to work. I told her I’d drive her there. It’s not that I didn’t think she’s a good driver but she doesn’t have a license and I need to get some work done so I grabbed my laptop and we took off.

  To be honest, I’d rather she quit her job and spend her time on her college courses but I don’t suggest it. I can tell she’s too proud and very independent. It wouldn’t end well. I’m not a complete idiot, contrary to what my sister Rica says.

  Three hours into her working day, I sit at my usual table, update some client’s records, and make a few calls. Of course, one eye is always on Keegan as she works. I wonder why she doesn’t have a driver’s license. She has to be at least twenty-one. Right? I know she’s older than the legal age to drive. Lowering my brows, I study her. Fuck! What if she’s younger? She looks young. Shit! I hope she’s not jailbait. That would be all I’d need. The universe’s worst joke on me ever. I make a mental note to have some serious conversations later tonight. I have to admit that some of the male customers might be making me angry and a little jealous when they flirt with her. They’d better back off or she might lose her job quickly when I beat the shit outta them.

  I’m trying to reconcile a client’s books when my phone begins vibrating on the table. I look down at the name and it’s the picture of Rica sticking her tongue out that I’d captured a few months ago and made it her contact picture. “Hey, sis! Quit sticking your tongue out at me.” I answer, looking out the window beside me.

  Not gonna lie, it’s been different since I moved here. No family close enough to just go over and see. No brothers that I can spend a Sunday with playing football in the backyard at our parent’s house. Sunday dinners. Yeah, that I don’t miss except for the football and food. Italian food. Not just Italian food but the best Italian food. That’s why their restaurant does so well. Mama taught the cooks everything she knows. I do miss being closer but yet I love where I live. I love the privacy even though I have to admit it’s pretty lonely at times. I look over at Keegan. She looks up from a table she’s cleaning as if she senses me watching and smiles.

  “Whatever! You shouldn’t have made that my contact picture, you asshat!” Sisterly love. Gotta love it.

  I let out a chuckle. “How’s my niece. She walking yet?”

  Emma is almost a year old. I haven’t seen her in a few months and I’ve missed her. Never gave a lot of thought about having kids but after Rica had Emma and holding her in my arms, it made me a bit envious. Of course, by my standards, you’d need to have a relationship with someone in order to get to that point. I’d been so busy trying to get ahead in life, build a solid financial foundation that I gave no thought to having anything serious. Oh, I’d had a couple of women I liked but in no way could I have formed any type of serious commitment with them. I wasn’t ready and I didn’t feel that way about them anyway. Yeah, I may seem like a prick but I do have my standards. It wouldn’t have been fair to them or me.

  “Bro! She skipped walking and just went into running about two months ago!” Rica’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. “If you’d come around more often, you’d know that.” I hear the sarcastic tone in her voice. She has every right to feel this way. This time. I’ve been a shit brother since I’ve moved.

  “Yeah. I get it. How about I come up this weekend?” Silence. That’s never good when it involves Rica. “Mind if I bring someone with me?” Bad move, Alex. “We may be only able to stay one night.” You’re just digging your grave. More silence like you could hear a pin drop. “Rica, you still there?” Pulling my phone away from my ear, I look at the screen. Shows we’re still connected. Huh. Still nothing. I’m about to hang up and text her when I hear noises in the background at her house.

  “Oh, I’m here. I had to look to make sure I was talking to my brother Alex. You know, the one who never brings a girl home. The one that thinks a relationship, especially one so quick, is absurd. The one that….”

  I can’t help but chuckle. She’s right. I
’ll never admit that to her though. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Go on. Keep rubbing it in.”

  “So, you actually met someone?” Her voice changes. Caring and loving. “I can’t wait to meet her, Alex. Of course, you can bring her. In fact, if you don’t, I’ll come to you and beat your ass.” She’s kidding. Mostly.

  “I’ll ask her. Find out her work schedule. Text ya and let you know for sure later when we get home.” Fuck! My slip of the tongue is gonna get me ridiculed beyond belief. Shuddup already, Alex, you moron.

  “WHAT?” Her shrieking makes me pull the phone away in fear of breaking my eardrum, but I can’t stop smiling. “She’s living with you?” Her screeching has toned down, a little, but the amazement in her voice is still there.

  “Just barely. Moved in today.” For the love of God! Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? Well, I guess it’s because I’m more excited than I’d like to admit. Guess I’m feeling like I need to tell someone. At least Rica won’t rib me as badly as my brothers will.

  “Alex, I’m proud of you.” What? “I’m glad to see you finally realize what it’s like to actually like someone other than yourself, feel what it’s like to care and love someone, how your heart beats faster when they’re near or when you think about them. I’ve wanted that for you, to know what it’s like to have what Luke and I have.”

  I scoff. “Who said I was in love?” I am.

  She laughs. “Who do you think you’re kidding? You’d never allow or want a girl or woman to move in with you unless you are.” She’s got me there and knows me better than anyone.

  “Okay. Okay.” I let out a sigh and look over at Keegan behind the counter. She’s smiling at a female customer and talking while she fixes her order. “Yeah, I’m falling in love or maybe I’ve already fallen. She’s pretty special,” I whisper, still staring at the most beautiful girl.

  “Oh my God! You have it bad.” She’s right. I do. “But I’m so freaking happy for you.” That makes my smile grow and also kinda makes my day. With Rica in my corner, I might stand a better chance when Mom and Dad meet Keegan. Probably not but I can hope. I know she went through a lot bringing Luke – a non-Italian – into the family. But I’m ready for the fight, ready to stand up to them as long as Keegan wants to be with me. Hopefully forever. We talk for a few moments longer, her excitement growing. Finally, I end the call and get back to work.

  I’ve become accustomed to sitting in this spot all day while working but my anxiousness to get Keegan home, fix her a great dinner, and make love to her, has almost become overwhelming by the time she gets off work. She closed tonight so it’s eleven thirty by the time we’re walking out of the shop and getting into my car. If she insists on keeping this job, we’ll need to work on getting her driver’s license sooner than later.

  She yawns all the way home. I’m a bit disappointed yet feel bad for her. She got quite a bit accomplished today and I find pride in that. She’s changing me. Someone maybe I can be proud of. I’ve done a lot in my young life, studied hard, obtained a degree in accounting and have become quite a good player in the stock market. I started as a rookie at Mom and Dad’s accounting firm, a mail runner if you will. But it didn’t take me long to climb the ladder. Papa was proud, even though he never said as much.

  We make it home and once I’ve pushed the garage door button to lower it and go inside, I find her sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, her head resting against her hand, and her eyes closed. “You relax. I’ll fix us something quick for dinner.” Her beautiful eyes open and she smiles while she nods. I don’t normally eat this late but I’m hungry and she must be as well. We didn’t get much time for food today. Not a good habit. I pride myself on eating sensibly and work out whenever possible. Taking out all the fixings, I make us each a bowl of salad with all the fixings, including cubed ham. I take out several different choices of dressing. “Do you want to move to the table?” She yawns and I carry them over to the table while she brings over our salads. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone yawn as much while in my company. Yet, she moved in, studied, and worked hard today. We eat in silence, and I think she might have nodded off while eating but she finished her food. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll clean up. I need to send a couple emails then I’ll come to bed.”

  She smiles and pushes her hands against the table as she stands then walks out of the room. Cleaning up was fast. Sending the two emails took a little longer than I’d hoped but finally I turn off the lights as I walk to our bedroom. Our bedroom. Such a weird concept for me. I suppose everyone changes in some way or another in their lifetime. I guess I just thought it wouldn’t happen to me so soon. I figured I’d have my own accounting firm, be living in a lavish mansion, and be making six figures by the time I’d meet someone – fall in love. Rica’s been trying to tell me for a while that you never know when it’ll happen. Guess she was right. I won’t tell her that.

  I’m starting to yawn myself as I get to our bedroom doorway but my hardened cock is anything but tired. Fuck! To be inside her again, feel the softness of her skin, and watch her come undone is making my cock greedier to be set free. Stopping in the doorway, I look over at my bed, her sleeping form curled up into a ball on top of the covers. Her hair is wet, her chest moving slightly with her light breathing. I lean against the doorframe – watching her. She’s a vision with the moonlight coming in through the slits on the blinds, casting a glow on her. She’s every man’s dream, and I’m lucky to have her in my bed.

  Walking into the bathroom, I contemplate taking a cold shower. Would help to deflate my achingly hard cock that obviously won’t be partaking in any action tonight. Instead, I brush my teeth and walk back into my bedroom, undressing in the walk-in closet so I don’t disturb Keegan. It’s funny, as a man I want to roll her over, devour her, and sink into her fast and deep. But I push that aside and walk over to her, carefully lift her and pull down the covers. I climb in behind her, slide my arm underneath her and wrap my other arm around her. I feel her soft skin against mine. She’s wearing a small silky short shirt, thin straps, and panties. Moving closer, I can’t help my raging hard-on pressing against the small of her back. Fuck! I fit around her like a custom glove. This is not helping me deflate in the least but I don’t care. This feels so good. So right. Like we were made for each other. I love having her in my arms, smelling her clean hair – her body so close to mine. Closing my eyes, I pray for sleep to take me, and my aching cock to stop twitching.

  Fuck! I’m having the best dream! It almost seems real.

  Her luscious mouth covers my cock, her teeth scraping the tender skin, lightly, while her tongue dances around it. Her hand grasps it, not able to fit entirely around the wide girth, but she squeezes then moves her hand up and down, following her mouth. Shit! I’m gonna come in my sleep if I don’t wake up soon. That might be a little embarrassing since she’s....

  A loud moan disrupts my amazing dream but in the best way. Opening one eye a slit, I look down at my naked body, Keegan is in between my legs with her mouth covering my very excited and thankful cock. Thank fuck it wasn’t a dream. My hands move down on their own accord and hold onto her bobbing head. Pushing my head into the pillow, I let out the biggest moan, echoing in the room and mingling with hers. I’m not gonna be able to take much more of this without exploding in her mouth. Her teeth put the tiniest of pressure against my skin, just about making me come undone. Releasing her head, I grab her upper arms, flip her over onto the mattress, and I’m inside her in one swift movement. It feels so good to be inside her again but I’m already too far gone with her sucking wakeup call this morning. My mouth covers one of her taut nipples, sucking, pulling, while I push and pull in and out of her. Long. Deep. I’m in sensory overload.

  She begins to wither beneath me, her legs wrapping around me, her feet pushing against my ass and meeting every movement. Reaching down, I start stroking her swollen clit with my finger, eliciting another loud moan. My balls tighten with the sound. I know I’m close so I start working he
r clit harder, faster. I look up in time to see her head push back, her eyes half-mast staring into mine as she screams out my name. The look of serenity brushes over her beautiful face and that’s all I need to let go. “Keegan! Fuck!” I yell as lights flash behind my eyelids, sweat trickles down my face, and sensations overtake me. My arms begin to shake as my body shudders.

  Lying down beside her, I pull her into my arms. I can feel how fast her heart is beating against my side. I take her hand in mine and play with her hair with my left hand. “What time do you have to go to work?” I feel her smile on my chest.

  “In two hours.” I look down as she looks up at me, the light blush still covering her cheeks.

  Pushing her over onto her back, I climb in between her legs where I belong. “Good. We have tons of time.” As I push inside her, I cover her mouth with mine then move but a breath away and search her beautiful blue eyes. “If we time it right, they’ll be a round three.”

  Five

  Keegan

  I don’t know how other girls do it. I mean, having sex so many times in a row. I’m standing in the shower, letting the hot water flow over my head and down my aching body. Oh, it’s aching in the most delicious way but how am I supposed to work today? Walking might be a struggle. God! It was amazing! He’s amazing! After he made love to me, the third time, we laid in bed wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s the first time I’ve felt anything close to being loved in my life. I’ve read romance books, how the male and female characters fall in love quickly, the sex is incredible, and they live happily ever after but that’s fiction right? I mean, it can’t happen in real life. Then why do I feel so much for him? Why does my heart beat faster as soon as my eyes meet his? How can I feel so complete when he’s around and torn apart when he’s not? It’s as if he’s the piece that’s been missing from my life.