The Baby Pact

by Riley Rollins

  I took off for Lia’s condo, praying that Emily really would understand. I was supposed to be picking her up for our dinner date in only a few hours… Now I wasn’t at all sure what the evening had in store. I sure as hell didn’t want Amelia to be alone, not tonight. And maybe it was better anyway… to cancel the dinner with Emi. At least this way, I could do it in person, and she’d see for herself I wasn’t just brushing her off. She and Amelia had seemed to hit it off, after all. Maybe this was the best thing all around…

  But as I drove, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander, to the evening I’d planned for us. I’d intended to take her up to the cabin and throw a couple of steaks on the grill. Nothing fancy… Just a simple meal and some conversation. I had no intention of taking the attraction between us any further. But it was probably for the best, not to test my resolve. I also couldn’t stop thinking how privacy would allow me the freedom to explore all of her. And never, in all my years of barely-hidden, half secret/half public sex had I ever been with a woman who I’d stripped down to nothing but bare skin. Even with Anna, my single short-lived college romance. I’d touched over the clothes, under the clothes… reaching for the most sensitive places and pushing us both over the edge. But I’d never had all of a woman… up against all of me, with nothing to hinder, nothing to conceal… I simply hadn’t ever needed that before. Sex had been for the win, for the climax… not for the experience.

  I’d never wanted more. And until now, I’d never felt that anything was missing…

  22

  Emily

  “Of course I understand, Amelia,” I said, handing her a tissue. Her eyes were rimmed with red and swollen. There’s not a woman alive who doesn’t understand the kind of sadness she wore on her face, and my heart ached for her. She hadn’t given me the whole story, but then she didn’t need to. I could see the details in her eyes. A husband who had hurt her… simply because he couldn’t control his baser desires…

  “But I’ve ruined your dinner with Chris,” she said, her voice catching with emotion. “He said you two had plans tonight… and I…, and I…”

  “And Chase is the kind of man who has his priorities straight,” I said, as comfortingly as I could. “You haven’t ruined anything. We can go out some other time. Right now, I’m glad to know he’s the kind of man who knows his place is here with you tonight.” I smiled and put a kettle of water on the stove for tea. “If you like, I could whip up something for you two right now, before I go. I’m pretty good in the kitchen,” I added, trying to tease a smile from her too.

  She reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze. But instead of letting go, she held on. “I can’t remember the last time Chris had a date,” she said kindly, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I’m glad he found you. He’s a good man,” she added, squeezing my hand again. “And he’s needed someone like you for a long time…”

  She wiped her eyes and stood up, sniffing, but doing her best to smile. “Now, I think I’ve got some chops in the fridge… and a bottle of wine… I know how to throw a pretty decent salad together, if you can handle the rest.” She smiled even though her eyes were still bright with shiny tears. “Then we can all have dinner together.”

  “I think she’ll finally sleep now,” Chase said quietly, coming up behind me as I ran a sinkful of water for the dishes. “I can’t thank you enough for being here with her… for making dinner… for understanding…” I added soap to the water and watched the silky lather build beneath the rising steam. Chase’s warmth was close behind me and I could feel a delicate shiver run up my spine.

  “It was lucky we’d made the appointment,” I said, wiping a plate with the sponge and handing it off to him for rinsing. His wet fingers brushed mine. “I’m just glad you were already on your way. She needed you,” I said. “And you were really there for her. She seemed so much calmer by the time she went to bed.” He shifted his weight and his shoulder brushed mine. It was heavy, solid… comfortingly strong against mine.

  “She’ll be fine,” he said softly. “Better still, once she’s divorced that asshole husband of hers. He told her he was willing to try to save their marriage. He’d promised he’d never touch another woman again… and then that fucking story comes out…”

  “All the more reason she’s so lucky to have you,” I soothed. “She needs to know all men aren’t like Cliff.” I dried my hands on a terry cloth towel, screwing up my courage. Then I turned to face him… and put my hands on his chest. I could feel smooth, hard muscle under his shirt and it made me bolder. “Good men like you give all of us hope,” I said, looking up into the depths of his turbulent grey eyes.

  “Emi…, I…”

  “I know, I know…” I stood up on my tiptoes to press a kiss along the stubbled edge of his jaw. “You told me you weren’t exactly an angel,” I whispered. “But everyone has a past.” I ran one fingertip along his bottom lip and felt my legs go weak underneath me. “You’re a better man than you give yourself credit for… You wouldn’t be so kind to your sister if it wasn’t already there inside you…”

  He took me in his arms and crushed me, flattening my breasts against his chest and shaping his hands around my waist… the curve of my hip. He stared into my eyes with his own, his face in shadow, his eyes dark and intense. “You make me want to believe,” he said, his mouth inches from mine, “when I touch you like this…”

  He took me, kissing me until there was nothing left inside me but the single, burning need for more. One huge, powerful hand cupped my ass, holding me while he pressed his erection into my belly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave in, pressing back, tilting my hips to get closer… his fingers moved down, between my cheeks to brush the most tender flesh of all…

  “This shouldn’t happen…,” he said, breathing softly into my mouth as he spoke. “You think you know me…”

  “I know what I want,” I whispered back. His tongue touched mine and it sent a jolt straight to my core. “This is all I’ve been able to think about…” I gasped as his hand found my breast and squeezed.

  “We started something we didn’t finish…,” he said in a voice that set me trembling in his hands.

  “I know this isn’t the time… or the place. Your sister’s house…”

  He pulled back, pausing for a moment and leaving me straining against him. His eyes were hooded and dark with a meaning I didn’t fully understand, but he smiled, and my heart pounded in response.

  “No,” he said, running one hard fingertip over my sweater, over my breast… down to the waist of my jeans. He flicked the button open with a deft movement and unzipped me. His hand slipped inside… in my jeans… under my panties and curved around my sex, cupping me warmly. My breath was catching hard and fast and he put his other hand over my mouth. My eyes shot to his… He was still smiling.

  “You’re right, honey girl,” he said, his voice quiet, but sinfully intense. “This isn’t the time or place.” He moved his fingers until he could slip two of them inside me and he smiled wider. “And you’ll have to be quiet if you want me to give you what you’re aching for.” He stroked a spot inside that made me want to cry out. I was already wet, but what he did made me flood and his slippery fingers worked even faster…

  “You’ll have to wait for my cock, Emi,” he said in my ear. His mouth was hot, his breath making me even needier. “I won’t fuck you here… as much as I want you. Not here…,

  But soon.” He took my lip in his teeth and held me, silencing me with his mouth when my breath got too loud. His cock ground against my hip, straining for freedom… the way I was aching to take him… His fingers were relentless and I could feel my panties, soaked and hot… “But if you can stay quiet now,” he went on, “I can give you enough… just enough to make the wait nearly bearable…” He knelt down in front of me and smiled up from my open jeans. “Quiet, but just for tonight… Not next time…

  Not next time…”

  23

  Chase

  My cock was harder than it had
ever been in my life. It pounded in my jeans, hot and demanding with the need for freedom… desperate to confine its furious length to the sweet depths of Emi’s needy pussy. But even I had my limits. I wouldn’t fuck her in my sister’s house. When I had her completely, I wanted her skin bared. Mine too. For now, I could only give her a temporary release from the need that burned bright in her lovely green eyes. Her sex was hot and full in my hand, demanding what I didn’t have the strength to deny her.

  “In here.” I slipped my fingers out and caught the elastic of her panties with my fingertips. I drew her toward me, backing into the study, never letting her eyes leave mine. I reached around and turned the key in the lock, ensuring us a little privacy. As long as she could stay quiet enough...

  “Shhh…,” I put my finger to her lips, the one that was still slick with her juices. Even in the dimmed light, I could see her eyes widen and feel her body shudder in anticipation. “Quiet… remember…,” I teased. “Walls are thin…”

  I peeled her jeans down, just enough to bare her thin pink panties. She watched with enormous eyes as I pushed her gently back toward the big oak desk and opened a drawer. I pulled out a pair of scissors. She watched like a frightened fawn, but bit into her lip, determined to stay quiet and let me continue. I kissed her softly as I snipped the thin lace at her hips and pulled the panties off her completely. I tucked them into my hip pocket and smiled sinfully, enjoying the shift in her expression… from confusion to understanding. “For me,” I said evilly. “For later.”

  I kissed her, letting my hands roam over her full, round breasts, letting my thumbs tease her stiff nipples even harder. Everything in me wanted to strip her, to see her… to feel every inch of her. But this was risky enough, and I wasn’t sure how long she could keep her silence. I turned her away from me and bent her over the top of the desk. Her pale round ass was smooth and perfect. It would be so fucking easy just to…

  “Fuck me…,” she moaned softly. “Oh, please… I can’t… I won’t… I need you inside me…,

  Please…”

  “You’d cry out,” I whispered back. “You couldn’t help it.” I ran a hand over her ass and felt my rigid cock pushing its way above the waist of my own jeans. “Just wait…”

  I took her hips in my hands and spread her sweet cheeks. I pressed one hand to her back, flattening her breasts against the desk. Her feet were spread as far as her jeans would allow, the waistband tight against her legs. Only the tops of her creamy thighs were exposed, and above them was the swollen blossom of her center. She was slick and glistening and I leaned in to discover what I needed the most. Her sweet, delicious taste…

  My tongue touched her a second before my lips did. Her body rocked with the jolt, first moving away from me, and then pushing back. She arched her back and exposed even more of herself to me. I could feel her hard little pearl with my lips, and reached for it with my tongue. She was as delicious as I’d known she would be. Both honey and spice… hot and liquid. For a moment, I barely cared if she screamed out and I plunged in a finger as I took her with my mouth. I could feel the head of my cock, above the waistband of my jeans now, and soaking a wet spot into my shirt…

  I felt it begin to happen, maybe even before she did. A surge inside her… a swelling and a tightening. I reached up and gave her my free hand. She grasped my fingers hard and I could feel her struggle to keep her cry from escaping. “Suck them,” I ordered as softly as I could. I thrust my fingers toward her mouth. “Suck them hard… bite down if you need to… You’re going to come, and it’s going to happen hard…”

  I felt her soft, wet mouth engulf my thumb and for a moment, feared I would be the one to give us away. Her mouth sucking… and her pussy working… warm and slick… building and needing… I heard her gasp as I pushed two more fingers inside, filling her and stretching her hot opening… I was in her, everywhere at once, and when she finally exploded I was lost in her, in her hot, sweet world of wet flesh and pulsing muscle. When her teeth sank into my thumb, it nearly pushed me into exploding too. Pain and pleasure live seconds apart… I drove my fingers inside her without pity, desperate for it to be my cock filling her and feeling her rolling, pounding climax. But I held on, biting my own lip until I tasted blood, riding her out until her spasms slowed and she fell back limp against me. I drew her up in my arms, cradling her, holding her against my chest and I held her until her breaths finally began to slow. My cock still pounded needfully against her,

  but I felt strangely satisfied, simply by holding her… and watching her heart-shaped face.

  24

  Emily

  We’d crept out of Amelia’s apartment like thieves. My legs had trembled so badly that we’d agreed I shouldn’t drive. Instead, we’d left my van on the street and he’d driven me home himself. The entire way, he’d never let go of my hand.

  “I should go up,” I said softly. “In case she’s watching… she might have waited up…” I blushed pointlessly in the darkness. “Gran still keeps pretty close tabs…”

  “So would I,” he said, lifting my hand up to kiss it. He turned it over, pressing his mouth to my palm and I felt my head go deliciously swimmy again. “We got our evening together after all… the first of many.” He kissed my lips and I could feel the pulse in his swollen lower lip. “We’ve just started something that will need finishing… Again.”

  I wanted to stay with him, more than anything I’d ever wanted in my whole life, but I slipped out, keys in hand. He waited until I’d closed the door before he pulled away. And I watched him go, feeling the denim of my jeans rubbing against my oversensitive flesh. I climbed up the stairs in the darkness and smiled to myself, remembering he had my lacey pink panties tucked safely in his pocket. For later…

  Sunday

  “You’re sure you’re up for this, Amelia? If you want to reschedule, we can do it… If the bride doesn’t mind, that is.” I wondered briefly what I was offering. It was nine in the morning, the day of the bridal shower… But I could hear her shaking her head over the phone even as I spoke.

  “Not a chance,” she said, matching her confidence with her words. “Thanks to you and Chris last night, I’ve got this now. It was just the shock of it yesterday, that’s all. I’m usually so much stronger than that.” I smiled, listening to her. She did sound better.

  “Cliff and I had just talked about actually moving back in together a couple of days ago… and then this. It caught me off guard, that’s all. But I’m done with him and his secrets… done for good this time. And what better way to celebrate than a party full of decadent treats and a hunky male stripper.” She laughed and I couldn’t help joining in. Amelia was as naturally charming as her brother…

  “Okay then,” I said, cheerfully. I’d awakened feeling excited and energetic, ready to take on the world myself. I thought back to the reason why… and felt my cheeks burn. “So, we’ll see you at three and get set up. Plenty of time before the guests arrive…” I was busy thinking out loud. “I’ll have to get a ride over to pick up the van.” I blushed again, helplessly. “Chase drove me home last night after you went to bed… The van didn’t seem to want to start…”

  She didn’t seem to notice I was making excuses and I breathed a little easier, relieved.

  “Promise me something, okay?” she asked, sounding odd. My heart started to speed up.

  “What…? What is it…?”

  “Just don’t come before two, okay? Promise me?”

  “...Of course, Amelia,” I answered, swallowing my curiosity. “I promise…”

  Reese stood, tapping her nails against a plastic container of Swedish meatballs. “No van. It’s after one and we need to start packing this stuff up. Soon. And no van…?”

  “Relax,” I told her, wishing I could take my own good advice. “She made me promise, and I trust her… Tam’ll just drive me over and I’ll have the van back before two thirty… We’ll be fine.”

  Reese made a grumbling sound under her breath but continued to work,
packing flatware and linen cloths into a wheeled crate. “So… how was last night? You know I’ll never make it through the day without a report.” Her eyes were bright, curious. She tucked a stray hair away from my face. “Where did he take you,” she asked softly, “and more importantly… did he get you there…?”

  I blushed furiously in answer.

  “Well, that’s a yes,” she said smiling for the first time this morning. “So why the hell didn’t you stay the night? I had it covered with your grandma. And you’re welcome… again.”

  “And I appreciate it,” I replied, brushing a spot of lint off one of her long black sleeves. We were both in black slacks and button-down shirts. Very professional, even by Gran’s strict standards. “There was a last minute change of plans, is all. We ended up having dinner with Amelia, at her place. She was exhausted… and went to bed early…”

  “And you two did it with her in the other room?” her voice was whisper-soft but intense, her eyes wide. “I haven’t given you enough credit…”

  I tucked my chin over her shoulder, close to her ear, smiling in spite of myself. “I didn’t… We didn’t… at least not yet. And don’t go saying anything to Tam. I still need to keep up some kind of professional appearance.” I paused a second. “But just between us, it was amazing. He was amazing. He is amazing…” I sighed and she looked at me, seeing more than I was even telling. “I’ve never felt like this in my whole life, Reese. It’s not just the way he… well, you know…

  It’s that he’s so kind… to his sister, to me. He’s not like other men. He’s different and exciting and…, he touches me. And not just that way… He touches me here,” I put my hand on my chest. “There’s just something so special about him.”