Beautiful Disaster: A Bad Boy Baby Romance

by Rye Hart

  I fucked her harder, slapping her ass and watching it bounce just for me. In a moment of animalistic desire, I reached forward and pulled her upward by her tits.

  I grabbed them both in my hands and gently lifted her off her hands, pressing her back against my chest. She wrapped her legs around my knees, locking them together while I continued to ram into her.

  My own strength took me by surprise as I took her. I held her body against mine, biting and sucking on her neck while she moaned in my ear. Her arms lifted to wrap around my neck while my hands continued to squeeze her perfect tits.

  My hips never slowed, taking her harder and faster than I knew I could. I could feel her pussy tightening around me as she came closer to her release.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice weak. “Oh God, don’t fucking stop.”

  Grunting, I tried to hold off my own release, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible. Caroline was shaking in my arms, trembling with her intense pleasure. When she came, she screamed and fell forward but I held her up, continuing to ram myself into her.

  “Fuck!” she screamed over and over again. “Oh fuck! Yes!”

  Her orgasm lasted so long that it started my own. Her pussy clenched around my throbbing cock and I felt my entire body shake with pleasure. Unable to hold out any longer, I thrust deep and emptied myself inside of her, filling her with my seed until it ran out of her and down her thighs.

  Afterward, as she collapsed on her stomach, I laid next to her, running my fingers up and down her back.

  She slowly rolled over and my eyes raked over her body, wanting nothing more than to devour her all over again.

  “That was amazing,” she said with a deep moan.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I said roughly.

  Her eyes flew open and then that same devilish grin crossed her face. When I crashed my lips on to hers, she moaned and wrapped her legs around me, rubbing her wet pussy all over my cock. I got hard again in an instant, my dick up and ready to go.

  I grabbed her hands and held them above her head. My fingers fastened around both her wrists while my other hand reached down and shoved her legs apart.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped when I pushed my way inside of her.

  I held her down and barreled inside of her, making her body jerk and bounce with force. She was soon panting and moaning, her entire body trembling with pleasure.

  I finally released her hands and they fell to the side, clamping down on the bed sheets and holding on for dear life.

  While I watched her tits bounce, I growled and sat up, throwing her legs over my shoulders and taking her harder.

  Her body shoved backward with each thrust, banging her head into the headboard. She didn’t care. She was crying out again, begging me not to stop, begging me to take her harder, faster, longer.

  I found her clit with my free hand and rubbed circles over that sensitive skin while I used her legs for leverage.

  My second orgasm was already building, and from the way she was shaking and screaming, hers was on its way. She bit down on her lip and grasped her tits with both hands, coming so hard that I thought she might burst apart.

  Her body convulsed and a rush of fluids rushed over my dick. She tensed her legs and I felt myself come undone. I came hard, shooting forward for the second time and falling to the side, my cock sliding out of her while her legs tumbled to the bed.

  She was panting and I could barely breathe. My entire body was wracked with pleasure as I rolled over to face her. Her eyes were closed, her bottom lip still caught between her teeth. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked at me with wonder in her eyes.

  “Where did that come from?” she asked.

  “I can’t help it. It’s what you do to me,” I answered. She smiled and pulled herself to me, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. In that moment, as my pleasure faded from my body, I knew I never wanted to let her go. After all these years, I still loved her more than anything. Now that we’d finally been together physically, I felt more connected to her than ever.

  “I still love you,” I said, my voice low.

  She grinned against my chest and buried her face in my skin. I held her close, never wanting the moment to end.

  “I still love you too,” she whispered before she fell asleep.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - CAROLINE

  Days passed after I took the test and still, the results hadn’t come in. I was growing more and more frustrated with each passing day and I knew Dean was feeling it too. It was hard to sit back and wait when Daniel was deteriorating before our eyes. Every day, he seemed to get worse and every day, we hoped for good news.

  I spent most of my time with Dean. The art gallery I worked at gave me time off while this entire ordeal unfolded. I’d worked there for years, so they knew I was a good employee. They understood and told me to take as much time as I needed. Still, it wasn’t enough. Just being with Dean through this wasn’t enough. I wanted to do more. I had to do more.

  On Wednesday morning, I found myself sitting beside Daniel’s bed with Dean’s hand in mine. This had become our usual routine. Most days were spent here, at the hospital, just spending as much time with Daniel as possible. I tried to give Dean alone time with his brother but he always insisted I stay. His grip on my hand told me he needed me there, that I was helping hold him together.

  While we sat together that morning, Daniel drifted in and out of sleep, his eyes constantly fluttering with exhaustion. It was clear that he was running out of time.

  Dean and I were more together than ever. Our love lasted through seven years of separation and now, I never wanted to be apart again. He made me feel stronger and more myself than anyone ever had. Just his presence was an inspiration to me. Watching his face contort in pain every time Daniel flinched was enough to break my heart. Dean loved his brother so much and it was killing him to not be able to help.

  As we sat there, Dean’s mom joined us silently. I glanced at her with narrowed eyes, trying to discern whether she was drunk or sober. I was surprised to see her eyes were clear, no sign of alcohol in her system. The sight made me happy and I sighed with relief. I knew another drunken escapade was the last thing Dean needed from his mother right now. Dean didn’t speak to her when she walked into the room. He didn’t even look up to acknowledge her presence.

  He was angry with her, that much I knew, but I hated to see them this way. Daniel was suffering and so were they. This was the time for their family to come together, to put aside their issues and really support each other. I couldn’t imagine everything Teresa put her sons through but I hated to see them so distant now, in the middle of everything.

  The four of us sat in that hospital room for a few hours, no one speaking, until Dr. Henfield stepped into the room. He cleared his throat, pulling our attention to him and waking Daniel in the process. Daniel’s eyes opened and he tried to sit up but he didn’t have enough strength to do so.

  “Don’t sit up,” Dr. Henfield said kindly. “I just came to give Caroline her test results.”

  “You have them?” I asked, flying out of my chair. Dr. Henfield nodded and I stepped forward, my hand outstretched.

  He handed me the envelope and I tore it open, my eyes already scanning the paper. As I read the words in front of me, my heart swelled. I felt happy and relieved, full of a joy I didn’t know I could possess.

  “Well?” Dean asked, his eyes searching my face.

  I grinned and look between him and Daniel. “I’m a match,” I said. “I’m a match!”

  Daniel breathed heavily and sunk back against his pillows. There was a faint smile on his face but mostly, he just looked tired. When I turned to face Dean, he was staring at me with wide-eyed awe. I could see the wheels turning in his head. There was so much we both needed to say but right now, it wasn’t the time.

  I turned my head to Teresa. She was staring at me like I was the savior she’d been praying for. Her eyes were brimmed with tears. She was silent, w
aiting for me to speak.

  “I’ll leave you alone to discuss this,” Dr. Henfield said softly. “I’ll be in my office.”

  With that, he left the room and pulled the door closed behind him. I didn’t know what he meant. What was there to discuss? This was a good thing. An amazing thing! I was a match! I could donate my kidney to Daniel. I could save his life!

  “Caroline,” Dean said, taking a step toward me. “You don’t have to do anything. These results don’t obligate you.”

  “What?” I asked, blinking in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

  “He’s right,” Daniel said from his bed. “Just because you’re a match, that doesn’t mean you have to donate. This is still your decision. Please, know that.”

  I looked from Daniel to Dean, then to Teresa. They were all looking at me with the same expression: hope mixed with fear and resignation. In that moment, I realized what the problem was. They didn’t want to pressure me, to make me feel like I had to do something I didn’t really want to do. When that realization hit me, I couldn’t help but laugh.

  I laughed and shook my head in disbelief. I locked eyes with Dean.

  “I’m doing this,” I said. “No one is making me. I’m doing it.”

  “Teresa,” I said, turning to face her. “Would you please tell Dr. Henfield to schedule the transplant?”

  “Are you sure?” Teresa asked softly.

  “I’m sure,” I said with a smile. “Please, go tell him.”

  Teresa smiled and tears spilled from her eyes. She threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly and then running from the room. I could hear her sniffling all the way down the hall.

  “Caroline,” Dean said, putting his hand on my back. “Maybe we should talk about this a little bit.”

  I smiled and stood on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his. I kissed him long and hard, not caring that his little brother was watching us. When I pulled away, the smile was still on my face.

  “I’m doing this,” I said simply. “How could I not?”

  Dean nodded but he still didn’t look convinced. There was pain in his eyes that told me he was more conflicted than he’d ever been. He loved me and didn’t want me to put myself at risk but he also loved his brother. I couldn’t imagine how hard this must have been for him but it wasn’t hard for me. It wasn’t even a consideration.

  “Hey man,” Daniel said. “Can I get a minute alone with Caroline?”

  Dean looked from Daniel to me and then nodded slowly. He still hadn’t spoken and as I watched him leave the room, I longed to go after him. I wanted him to understand that I was doing this not just for Daniel, but for him. Because I loved him.

  He slipped out of the room and pulled the door closed behind him. With a smile, I turned to Daniel. He held out his hand to me and I took it, moving to his side.

  “Listen,” Daniel said. “I know you and I don’t know each other that well—”

  “Please tell me you aren’t going to try and talk me out of this,” I said.

  “Just listen,” Daniel said. I nodded. “I know how much you love Dean; I’ve seen it. I saw it seven years ago, and I see it now. But you don’t have to do this for him or for me. This is a big deal, Caroline. It’s not like getting your tonsils out, OK? This surgery has risks. It’s a huge fucking deal, and if you aren’t sure.”

  He paused, his eyes searching my face. For the first time since I got the results, I let myself truly think about things.

  I frowned and sat down, my head suddenly spinning with all the risks. Daniel was right. This wasn’t a small surgery and if something went wrong, my life would be changed forever.

  In that moment, I felt a surge of nervous energy wash over me. Fear settled into my chest and for the briefest of moment, I doubted my decision. I wondered if it made sense to donate a kidney to Daniel, if I was putting myself at risk by doing so.

  The moment only lasted for a second, and then it was gone. The fear and anxiety were still there, and I knew they would be until the surgery was over, but I also knew what I wanted to do.

  With a smile, I reached forward and took Daniel’s hand again. His eyes were locked on mine and I smiled at him kindly.

  “I know I don’t have to do this,” I said. “But, I want to. I want to do this for you and for Dean and for your mom. I can’t just sit back and watch you die, not when I have the power to help you. This is what I want to do, Daniel. It really is.”

  The smile Daniel gave me was radiant. He laughed out loud and nodded, relief flooding his features. He could finally breathe again. I laughed with him and squeezed his hand, sitting with him until Dean and Teresa returned.

  “I told Dr. Henfield,” Teresa said. Dean walked over and sank into his chair beside me. “He said the surgery should be as soon as possible.”

  “Great,” I said with a nod. “When?”

  “He’s going to get started running some additional tests on you to make sure that you are healthy enough for surgery, and if it all comes back ok, he wants to do it tomorrow morning,” Teresa said.

  Another surge of nerves washed over me but I smiled, turning to Dean and pressing my lips against his. He smiled and kissed me back, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I was scared and I knew he was too but our happiness far outweighed our fear.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - DEAN

  Morning rolled around before I was ready for it. I spent the night at the hospital with Caroline, lying in bed beside her and holding her through the night. Her tests had been rushed and all came back clear so the surgery was a go. We were both scared but my fear was greater than hers. She maintained a steely conviction, sure she was doing the right thing and that everything would be okay. I didn’t have her confidence. When the nurses woke us up to get Caroline prepped for surgery, I had to fight the urge to throw myself on top of her.

  “Come here,” she said, waving me forward. I took her hand and kissed it. “I’m going to be fine. Just relax. They have to prep me now, so go see Daniel, okay? Make sure he isn’t too nervous.”

  “Okay,” I said. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  I left her room, feeling as if I was leaving my heart behind. When I arrived down the hall, Daniel was still asleep. I knew they would start prepping him soon, so I didn’t feel bad about waking him up. His eyes blinked, narrowing slightly at the sunlight streaming through the curtains.

  “Morning kid,” I said. “How are you feeling?”

  “Like I’m dying,” he said, a grin on his face.

  “Not anymore, jackass,” I said.

  “Yeah, thanks to your girl.” Daniel grinned wider. “She’s really something.”

  “She is,” I said. “She’s amazing.”

  “Make sure you tell her thank you for me,” Daniel said. “Again.”

  “Are you nervous?” I asked, lowering myself into a chair beside him.

  “No.” He shook his head. “I thought I would be but I’m not. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? I die? I’m already dying.”

  “True.” I laughed. “You’re gonna make it. Everything is going to be okay.”

  “You sound pretty sure about that,” Daniel said.

  “Caroline is,” I said, shrugging. “I’m trying to channel her optimism.”

  “Good luck with that.” Daniel laughed again and the nurses came into the room.

  I stood aside to let them get him prepped and soon, it was time to take them both into the operating room. My heart was pounding as I walked out into the hallway. Caroline’s parents and Stephanie were already there. I joined them while Caroline and Daniel were wheeled into the hallway.

  We said our goodbyes and I held back tears. As I kissed Caroline, I felt a rush of paralyzing fear that I couldn’t control. She reassured me again, and then she was gone. They both were. Just like that, the two people I loved the most in the world were being wheeled away from me, and I didn’t know if I would see either of them again. I stood frozen in the hallway until Stephanie put
her hand on my shoulder and shook me back to reality.

  “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go sit down.”

  I nodded and let her lead me down the hall toward the waiting room. My legs felt weak as I walked, so I knew she was right. I needed to sit. It was going to be a long day. As we sat down, my eyes fell on Caroline’s parents. They were both staring off into the distance, neither saying a word, not even to one another. I’d never met her mother before but I could see Caroline in her features. If it weren’t for the permanently pinched expression on Mrs. Michaelson’s face, she would have been the spitting image of her daughter.

  Mr. Michaelson looked nervous but he was holding it together well. When our eyes met, he nodded once and then looked away. I wanted to say something to him, to both of them, but no words came to mind. Their daughter was risking her life for my brother. It was an amazing gift that I would never be able to repay. If something went wrong and Caroline died, they would never forgive me.

  While we sat, my mother finally showed. She walked slowly into the waiting room, her eyes red and puffy. She didn’t look drunk and for that, I was grateful. She came over to sit beside me, patting my hand gently as she did.