He sat studying me for a few minutes like he was coming to a decision. I wished he would clue me in because I wanted an answer to my question. This shit was uncomfortable and not enjoyable at all.
He should know that it was not easy for me to decide to ask him to move in together. No woman wanted to feel like she was pressuring a man to do something that he didn’t want to do. The fact that he was white made it doubly hard. I was putting myself out there hoping that he didn’t leave me lying flat on the concrete broken and bruised on the altar of his denial.
He finally spoke. “If the DNA test result comes back that the baby is mine, I want to get married. I don’t want to live together.”
My heart bucked.
Married. My heartbeat accelerated. I had even put that down on my list of responses when I made this plan. The first thing I thought he would do was deny he was the father. Hell, I thought he would ask me a million questions. But, here he was being a wildcard. He was being totally unpredictable.
He stared at me hard as if he were making sure that I was listening.
“I have no intention on this being a platonic relationship. You might think I’m a soft white boy, but I’ll be damn if we stay in the same house together and not have sex. We’ll sleep in the same bed and give this relationship a true chance. You want something from me, Lisa. And, I’m willing to give it to you. But, you don’t get to control the whole thing,” he said softly, but his voice was firm.
I was shocked. I’m not sure what I was expecting from him once I told him I was pregnant. This conversation was a mile away from you know that baby ain’t mine statement. Or, hell no I don’t want to stay with you.
“Marriage?” I squeaked sounding like I was on a Disney show.
He stared me down like he wasn’t repeating himself. It was clear that he was laying down the law. It shouldn’t feel sexy that he was commanding me to marry him, but I was intrigued by this side of him. Actually, I was turned on as hell.
“Who said something about control?” I grumbled.
He gave me a predatory smile. “I know you. If you think you can run me, you’ll be full speed ahead. I’ll agree to what you want as long as you agree to marriage and sex.”
Chris was hot. So, why couldn’t he just do the whole move in thing? He was being difficult for no reason. Marriage was a binding agreement. I refused to take it lightly.
“Why not a trial period to see if this can work?” I asked with uncertainty. A lot of people moved in together before they got married. You know the whole why buy the cow when you can get the milk free. I was offering him all the milk he could drink.
Why did he need the cow?
Why did he want to act all brand new?
He shook his head.
“Don’t shake your head! Use your words.” I wanted to scream at him. Be soft. I was supposed to be running this.
He was ruining it. He was hijacking my plan.
“You’re going to be my wife in every sense of the word. I’ll take care of you and the baby,” he finished like that was the end of the conversation.
“I don’t need…” I started.
He interrupted me. “I know you don’t need my money, but it will be available all the same. Other than that, we can do the whole weekend, every other week, summers, and every other holiday thing. I plan on being a part of my child’s life.”
I glared at him. Why couldn’t he just go along with the plan? Mine was easy. Stay together and see if we could make it. If we did, then, marriage would come next.
We had a staring contest, neither one of us giving in. I was scared. Marriage was huge as the annoying President of the United States would say. I always thought when I married someone that it would be forever. I didn’t want a trial run marriage.
“Lisa, you good?” Haley called opening the library door.
I jumped. I hoped she hadn’t heard our conversation. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone anything until I had Chris joining with my plan.
“Yep, I’m fine. Just talking to Chris.”
She raised her eyes suspiciously. Save me. My family was going to be a hot mess when they found out about the baby. I could combat some of it if I at least had a live-in baby daddy or dammit a husband.
“We’ll be out in a moment,” I said shooing her out the room.
“Okaay.” Haley said looking at me strangely. Girl, bye. Just wait till she heard the real foolishness in a few days.
“You sure you don’t want a trial relationship?” I tried one last time when Haley had closed the door behind her.
“All or nothing, Lisa,” He stubbornly looked at me.
I stood up walking around the couch pacing, trying to determine if I wanted to take the plan so far as to get married. Marriage was sacred. I believed in it. I have wanted to get married since I was a little girl playing house with my kitchen set.
Chris stood up and followed me. He towered over me, and I frowned at him. He was sexy as hell. I remembered his broad shoulders and abs. I couldn’t forget his cock as I left his hotel room. All of those things made me want to say yes. Could I? Forever was a long time.
I looked at him, trying to read his sincerity. “Marriage is forever. You know that, right?”
He looked down at me. He ran his fingers down my cheek causing my body to go haywire.
“Yes, I know.”
I nodded trying to come to a realization about my life.
“So, you really want to get married?” I bit my lip not believing that he was taking this too seriously. That he was demanding forever.
“Yes.”
I looked into his eyes trying to see our future, picturing this baby that I wanted to give every chance and advantage to.
We had created a baby.
We were bringing forth life.
I nodded my head making my decision. This man did something to my body. There was something electric about him, about us.
“I don’t remember our time at the hotel,” I said not trusting this thing between us. This energy between us was magnetic.
That night would probably be forever lost in a drunken haze.
Embarrassing.
He glanced down at me. He focused entirely on me. I took two steps toward him. I could feel the heat of his body even through his suit. I didn’t even know if he could kiss.
Shameful.
Every time he touched me, something inside me wanted to remember what that night had been like. I couldn’t relive the night, but I could make a new memory.
I reached up and removed his suit coat and put it on the couch beside us.
He raised his eyebrows at me, questioning what I was doing. But, there was a gleam in his eyes that said he knew exactly what I planned on doing.
I unbuckled his pants.
He didn’t move or try to stop me.
I raised my eyebrows.
He raised his eyebrows back in challenge.
Shivers raced down my spine. He was dangerous to my sanity. I saw the spark in his eyes. He wanted me to seduce him.
Challenge accepted. Was this what happened in Vegas? Did we reach a point that we just had to know the other? I hoped so because I wanted to touch him. To know him intimately even if it was going to be a quickie.
I unzipped his pants. I watched them drop to the floor. His nostrils flared and desire lit his eyes. I looked at him again as if asking for permission to finish the final step.
He reached down and lowered his underwear. My eyes drank in the sight of him. I’m not sure how I could have ever forgotten this part.
My clit throbbed. Goodness. I spit on my hand lubricating them and gripped him stroking him up and down.
I paused mid-stroke. “Was it good between us?” I couldn’t agree to a marriage without knowing if he was good in bed. If he wanted benefits, I had to make sure that we could coexist in the bedroom. I had to make sure that he wasn’t the only one enjoying the benefits.
Sex, heat, romance was a good start to a relationship. Honesty, commitment, and t
rust could be established.
He didn’t respond. His eyes were so intense that I could feel the wetness between my thighs. It was like he had waited for this moment since I first walked up to him tonight.
He put his hand on top of mine and made me squeeze him tighter. He guided my hand up and down his shaft.
“It was really good between us.”
He released my hand and flipped me around and kicked my legs open. Reaching under my dress, he pulled down my panties. I stepped out of them.
He bent me over the back of Haley’s couch. He didn’t immediately touch me. I waited breathlessly for him to touch me. My body clenched with anticipation. Was he any good? Size did not make sex, although his size was impressive. I still had to know that he knew what to do with it.
I had thought about it the whole four months. It was crazy to be pregnant for someone and not even know if it had been worth my time. Getting pregnant should constitute an epic fuck. Like I was about the upset your whole universe type thing.
My nipples hardened. His dick rubbed back and forth on my clit preparing me for his entrance. He inserted two fingers inside of me, preparing me for his entrance. I clenched around his fingers. He worked his fingers inside of me. He didn’t have to work hard. I had been waiting for this for months.
He removed his fingers, and I felt his cock press against my entrance. I took a deep breath and released.
Oh my goodness.
He felt so good, and he hadn’t even entered me yet. He rubbed his cock against my nether lips, and I arched my back getting closer to him. I just wanted him inside. He surged forward, filling me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
I squeezed my eyes shut enjoying the moment. He pulled me closer to him with every thrust. I felt my legs about to give out.
This was so not what I thought or expected. I gripped the couch as he pumped in and out of me. I gasped for breath, doing everything I could not to melt in a puddle at his feet.
I moaned, pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust. I ground my hips into him in a frenzy trying to get closer to his body. I gripped the couch tighter for support. It was taking everything in me not to fall over the couch.
All I could do was moan. I was so close that I could feel my climax coming. He bent over me and bit my neck and I almost screamed out loud. It was almost too much and not enough at the same time.
“Lisa,” he groaned going faster and faster. Pumping in and out.
Help me.
“Ah.” I grunted.
I felt full. He was filling me up. Taking me over.
My breathing was getting louder and louder with every pump of his hips. My toes were digging into the hardwood floor trying to remain balanced.
My body was convulsing.
I felt my body erupt and bit the back of the couch so that I didn’t bring everyone running to the library to see if someone was being killed. That would be embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as sleeping with a guy I barely knew.
Chris thrust one last time before stiffening behind me. I felt his seed as he jerked deep within my body. If I weren’t already pregnant, this would have done it.
My muscles gripped him as smaller ripples raced through my body.
He collapsed behind me with his hands touching my stomach preventing it from touching the couch. I stilled. He rubbed the hardness of my stomach touching his child that was growing there. Did he even believe me? Did he believe this baby was his?
Would a marriage work between us? Was I ready to be his forever? So many questions with no true answers in sight.
I leaned back against him. My energy depleted. I glanced down at his hands beneath my dress. We were having a baby.
I sighed. Put on your big girl panties. I made my bed. Sloppily, if I was being honest. Now, I was going to sleep in it.
“Was it like this the last time?” I questioned still trying to catch my breath from our mini-explosion. I had to know. This was pretty damn good, and it was rushed.
He breath rasped behind my back.
“Yes.”
He kissed the back of my neck causing my body to sag further into him.
He dropped his hands from my stomach and moved back from me, dropping my dress back down.
I turned as he pulled up his underwear and pants at the same time. I glanced at his semi-erect penis. Was he serious? He could go again.
I cocked my eyebrow.
His gaze caught and held mine refusing to answer my question.
“All are nothing, Lisa.” He stuffed himself back into his underwear and buttoned his pants.
A chill ran down my back. I stood looking at him for a minute; he refused to say anything else. I had underestimated him. I could tell he was resolute by the set of his jaw. This dude was serious. He would prefer to marry than shack up.
I picked my panties off the floor and wiped his semen from my legs. Sadly, this I did remember.
Did I really have a choice? I guessed I could decide to be a single mother and do it alone. Become another black single mother statistic. Or, I could just go along with his demand.
“All.” I glanced at him as he tucked his shirt back in his pants.
He nodded his head in agreement.
“Give me your number. We have an appointment for Monday morning at 8:00.” I told him balling up my panties and stuffing them in my purse. I needed to go to the bathroom. I had no desire to walk around a charity event with a soggy vagina all night.
Chris gave me his number.
“I’ll text you the info., and I’ll meet you there,” I told him trying to sound calm and reasonable.
He nodded his head again.
“See you, Monday.” I said trying to keep my chest from exploding. I was marrying my child’s father, and the sex was indescribable.
Right. I had just sealed my fate by screwing on the back of my cousin’s couch. Where had my good girl genes gone? Guess, they decided to keep they ass in Vegas.
Chris
Lisa had contacted me on Monday like she promised, and I had met her at the doctor’s office with both of us giving DNA samples and blood to verify the baby’s paternity.
Now, two days later we were sitting at the doctor’s office waiting for the doctor to call us back for the results.
She stopped flipping through her magazine. “Are you nervous?”
I would be lying if I told her no. It’s not that I didn’t think that I was the father. It was just nerves. I knew I had slept with her without protection, so I couldn’t say that there wasn’t a chance that I could be a father. But, I thought I would meet someone, get married, then have a child. I was doing everything backward.
“If I say yes, will you hold it against me?” Lisa seemed like the type to hold a grudge. I couldn’t figure her out. One moment she was direct, the next she was a sex kitten, making all my dreams come true. Then, she verged on being rude. Seeing her at the party, she was relaxed. She was like the most complex puzzle ever.
She smiled. “No, trust me, when I realized I was pregnant, I had a lot of nights where I thought I was going to break down. I’ve grown accustomed to being pregnant.”
I looked at her stomach. She wasn’t really showing. Someone would have to look really close to figure it out. I wasn’t surprised her family didn’t know.
“Mr. Banks, Ms. Williams, you can go to the back.”
I waited for Lisa to get up. Once she started walking, I put my hand on the lower part of her back again. Call me a glutton for punishment, but I wanted to see how she was going to react this time. At the charity function when she tensed, I admit I was aggravated. I had been inside her, but she was acting like I had a disease.
I released a breath when she didn’t tense. Maybe, having sex the other night on the back of the couch had relaxed her. I knew it had relaxed me. It brought all the memories back of our night together. Lisa had been frisky and sweet in Vegas, nothing like the woman I knew her to be. In Connor’s library, she had been a little more like herself. She w
as a bit sweet, a bit spicy, and a bit charming. I was going to have to get to know her.
Yet, I had demanded that she marry me. It felt extreme, but I wanted to be with the mother of my child. It didn’t make sense to just move in together when we could get married instead.
I couldn’t say that I regretted making that demand. Since Vegas, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind. Last night, I hadn’t been able to sleep. Thinking about her and the baby kept me up all night. I was positive I was about to learn that I was going to be a dad. I was pretty sure that she wouldn’t have taken it this far if I wasn’t the father.
I was nervous and excited at the same time.
I sat down in the seat next to Lisa. I wondered what the doctor was thinking. I’m sure he had seen it all, but I was still a little uncomfortable being tested for a baby like I was in high school and irresponsible.
I guess I had been irresponsible with her in Vegas. Hell, I had been irresponsible with her in Connor’s house too. But, I was honest enough to admit that I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Let’s just get right to it ladies and gentlemen. Chris, the chance of you being the baby’s father is 99.99 positive.”
I remained quiet. With a percentage that high, there was little to no room for doubt in this case. I was going to be a father. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it didn’t matter how I felt. A baby was coming.
My throat felt slightly scratchy. A baby. “Thank you, we appreciate your discretion.” I replied wanting to make sure that no one else was aware of the fact that I had gotten someone pregnant without knowing if I was the father. Patient and doctor confidentiality. Thank goodness.
“Thank you.” Lisa said quietly.
The doctor walked out the room and closed the door.
Lisa glanced over at me.
“Are you sure you don’t want to just move-in together? I’m sure it sounded good a few days ago to say that you wanted to get married, but now, the truth of paternity might be making you second guess your decision,” Lisa stated looking at me intently.
I looked Lisa over. She was beautiful, and I was attracted to her. She was about to be the mother of my child. Did she think she was giving me a way out? I didn’t need one, nor did I want it. I felt a strong sense of possession toward her and the baby. I was taking both of them. No one was going to claim what belonged to me. She would have to adjust to the new change in her life. I was here to stay. We had both sealed our fate in Vegas.
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