The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  Catherine relaxes a bit, but then stiffens once more.

  “Well, this is a pretty serious issue, Reed. So serious, in fact, that I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

  I scoff.

  “No one likes problems, baby girl, but trust me, a lot of things can be solved with money. Now what is it? Was your neighbor at it again? Or did you get in a fight with your roommate, what’s her name? Alexa?”

  “Alexandra,” my pretty blonde girlfriend corrects me. “And no, it has nothing to do with Alex. It has to do with us, Reed.”

  Oh shit. My heart jumps and I stare at her.

  “You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

  She shakes her head and tears come into her eyes.

  “No, never,” she says in a choked voice. “It’s just that I’m pregnant, Reed. I’m expecting a baby.”

  The words rocket through my mind and I can’t move at first. A baby? Holy fuck! I’ve wanted to be a father for so long, but I was starting to think that it would never happen. After all, I’ve dated dozens of women. I’ve slept with even more and yet none of them fit the bill because there was always something lacking. They were too skinny, or too shallow, or too interested in money. Sometimes they wanted a job at my family’s company, or they didn’t want to work, period. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t meet a woman who ticked off all my checkboxes.

  Was I asking too much? Is someone curvy, sweet, and sensual too much to ask? It hardly seems to be the case, yet after decades of dating, I was quickly reaching the end of the rope at age thirty-five. Sure, there were more than a few women willing to open their legs, and even more who’d love to be called Mrs. Randler. Yet, they just weren’t right, and I’d given up hope until Catherine came along.

  That’s when everything changed. My girlfriend has all the goods: curves that go on for days; golden hair that sparkles in the sunlight; and a sweet smile that makes me smile in return. Plus, she’s an animal in the sack. Although she was innocent when we met, I introduced her to the darker ways of life, and she ate it up with a spoon. Not only do I own her bottom all the time now, but she’s learned to take a fist in her kitty, and absolutely craves it too. She’s always begging to be fisted these days, and I’m thinking about teaching her to fist anally. It’s dirty, but totally possible and I know my girl has the goods to get it done.

  In short, Cat is perfect for me, and the announcement that she’s expecting has me over the moon. A baby, at long last! It’s incredible and I’m practically exploding with excitement.

  “Holy shit, sweetheart. I’ve wanted a baby for so long, and you’ll be the perfect mommy. I know this is unexpected, but we weren’t using protection much of the time, and you’re a very fertile girl with your curves. Plus, I’m a virile man, so it’s just nature doing its job. We’re going to be parents!”

  I’m practically hopping around the living room now with excitement, but Catherine doesn’t seem to share my joy. Instead, she gets a sad look on her face and holds up one small palm.

  “Reed,” she says in a choked voice. “I’m so sorry, but we might not be parents. Well, I’ll be a mommy, but you might not be the father of this child.”

  That stops me in my tracks and I swivel to stare at her with betrayal in my eyes.

  “You’ve been stepping out on me?” I ask in a tense, hoarse voice.

  Her face crumples and tears fall in a stream down those round cheeks.

  “No, of course not. It’s just that I think I’m a few months along already, which means that the baby could be yours … or your brother’s! I’m so sorry, Reed. I know that this is disgusting, complicated, and not what anyone wants. But I was sleeping with Rev when I was dating him, and there were a few instances when we didn’t use protection. And then you know on Valentine’s Day, I basically jumped from his bed into yours. And then we started sleeping together without protection either, and now … well, I don’t know what to do.”

  A million emotions course through my heart. What the hell? Is this really happening?

  “This is like some fucking Lifetime movie where the stepdad ends up dating the stepdaughter.”

  “I know,” Cat says tearfully. “But it’s the truth. I can’t let you think that you’re the father of this baby, when there’s a chance that you aren’t. It could be your brother’s child, and I don’t know what to do.”

  I stare at her again.

  “Is it Rev’s child?” I ask in a low voice.

  Again, Cat’s face crumples and her voice is broken when she answers.

  “I don’t know,” she repeats. “I genuinely don’t know, and I don’t know how we can find out either. I looked it up online in the car here. There are DNA tests, but they can’t distinguish between identical twins because you and Rev share the same DNA. So I don’t think we’ll ever know whether this child is yours or Rev’s. But I couldn’t lead you on knowing that there’s a chance that he or she was fathered by your brother, because the guilt would hang over my head forever. I’m sorry, Reed,” she says in a broken whisper. “I never wanted this to happen.”

  Again, I don’t know what to think. My girlfriend is pregnant, but the baby could be mine, or it could be my brother’s. In fact, there is no way to tell because as identical twins, Rev and I share the same genetic make-up. What the hell? This is a hopelessly confusing situation, and I’m stunned and don’t know what to think.

  But one thing is definite: I love this woman, no matter what. Her baby could be mine, or it could be my brother’s. If it’s mine, then there are no problems whatsoever. But if we never know, am I okay with that ambiguity? Can I let my love for this woman overcome my doubts, and lead us into a natural, peaceful existence?

  Suddenly, I know the right answer and fall to one knee beside her. Catherine stares at me with surprise in her eyes, and her pretty pink pout parts into an “O.”

  “Reed?” she begins in a trembling voice. “Is everything okay?”

  I take her small hands into my big ones and look deep into those cornflower blue eyes. My heart is racing and my pulse pounds in my temples, but I know this is the right thing to do.

  “Sweetheart, I love you,” I begin. “There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. The day you walked into my life is the day that I changed forever. I became a better man, and I looked at the world with new eyes. I was blind before, but now I can see.”

  Her own eyes begin to water, but she waits, still trembling on the couch.

  “I guess what I’m saying is something I’ve had on my mind for the past few weeks. I want you to marry me, Catherine Strong. You are beautiful, lush, kind, curvy, and everything that I’m looking for in a woman. You would make a wonderful wife, and an even better mommy to our children.”

  She lets out a small gasp then, but her words are halting.

  “But that’s the problem, Reed. What if this baby isn’t yours? Can you live with that? What if he or she is actually your brother’s child?”

  I shake my head, and my blue gaze is fierce.

  “If that’s the case, then I will love this child as if he’s my own. He is born of the love between you and me no matter what, and I look forward to being his father.”

  Cat stares at me with tears in her eyes.

  “Do you really mean it?” she whispers. “Are you ready to be a daddy to a baby who might not be yours genetically?”

  I throw my head back and laugh then, displaying even white teeth.

  “But there you have it, honey. He or she is mine genetically because the child shares my genes. We will never know if Rev sired him, or if I did. Plus, I appreciate your honesty, Cat. Because there are no genetic tests that can establish paternity for certain, you didn’t have to say a word, and I would never have known. But you are honest, sweetheart, and that only makes me want to marry you even more.”

  Catherine breaks down then, letting out heartfelt sobs as I gather her into my arms while pressing kisses to her soft blonde hair.

  “Sweetheart, don’t c
ry,” I murmur. “There’s no reason to cry.”

  She lifts her head and sniffles then while shooting me a teary look.

  “No, there is, Reed. I never expected such generosity on your part. I never thought that a man would willingly raise a child, knowing that the baby could be his twin’s. You are a king of kings, Reed, and I’m so lucky to be with you.”

  Our lips meet in a heartfelt kiss then before I pull back, my eyes dancing with need and passion.

  “Yes, but baby, you still haven’t answered my question. Will you be my wife, Catherine Elizabeth Strong? I love you more than anything in the world, and I’d be so happy if you’d make this poor fool an honest man.”

  Cat laughs then and dissolves into teary giggles in my arms.

  “Yes, of course, Reed. I’d love to become Mrs. Randler.”

  “And will you give me more babies, after this one is born?” I ask, tilting her chin up to look into those gorgeous blue eyes. “I want at least six children, and we’re only on number one.”

  Tears fill her eyes once more, and her lips tremble. But she nods again and whispers, “Yes. I’d love to give you more children, Reed. A houseful of them, if you want. And every one of them yours.”

  With that, I sweep her into my arms and claim that lush pout in a demanding kiss. After all, it’s not every day that a man’s dreams come true. Although it’s been a bit of a twisted ride getting to this point, I have my woman in my arms, and she’s agreed to marry me. Not only that, but we’re expecting a baby, and I vow to care for Cat, the child, and our future children with every ounce of my being.

  “You’re mine,” I whisper fiercely after breaking our kiss to stare into her eyes. “Every bit of you.”

  “I’m yours,” Cat whispers back with a tearful smile. “Always, Reed.”

  With that, our vows are spoken and our lives intertwined for all eternity. After all, Catherine is having my baby, and with my wife and child in my arms, what more can a man ask for? All I want is for them to be happy, and now, my dreams are coming true.

  Epilogue

  Catherine

  Two years later.

  “Reed, I’m not sure I can,” I breathe. “Oh my god.”

  “You can,” my husband rumbles encouragingly behind me. “You’ve been working with those plugs for two weeks now and they’ve stretched you out really well. You’re going to take my fist just fine.”

  I squinch my eyes shut while trying to breathe deeply.

  “Just be gentle okay?” I whisper.

  Reed responds by pressing a tender kiss to my dark hole before giving it a little lick.

  “I’m always gentle, baby,” he rasps. “And I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

  After all, we’re engaging in back-door fisting right now. It’s my first time, but we’ve been preparing for it by using a bunch of different bullet-shaped toys. When Reed first pulled out the tray of silver implements, I gasped.

  “What are those?”

  “These will get you stretched out,” he growled. “You’re going to wear this one during the day to start,” he said, plucking a tiny, eraser-sized one from the velvet-lined tray, “and then this one while you sleep at night.”

  The sleep one was huge. It looked almost two inches in diameter and two inches in height too. At first, the stretch was uncomfortable when I worked it in, and I could barely even focus with these toys in my behind. But Reed was patient and checked on my progress each night.

  “Great work,” he said after popping one out and inspecting the gape it left. He leaned forward and rolled his tongue over my pleats before pushing in to lick up against my interior walls. “You’re definitely going to take me just fine when the time comes,” he rasped.

  I can hardly believe that my husband is so dirty, but it’s true, and I love it. After all, Reed and I are on this journey together. After he proposed, we went to City Hall the next day and applied for a marriage license. Within a month we were married, and we immediately announced to the world that not only were we legally bound, but we were expecting a child too.

  Rev was stunned.

  “What?” he asked with a dazed look in his eyes. “You’re married to my brother and expecting a baby?”

  “Yes,” I said primly. “I’m your sister-in-law now. You already know that Reed and I have been dating for months.”

  Rev looked terrible with his hair matted and dirty, while wearing a stained undershirt and crumpled boxer shorts. We’d stopped by to announce our marriage, and he’d opened the door in a clearly unwashed state. Not only that, but his apartment was filthy, and all the shades were drawn. As I expected, he’d been playing videogames non-stop, while indulging in alcohol. Empty bottles littered every surface, and I could practically hear the booze sloshing in his stomach.

  “You’re dating?” he asked blearily.

  “Yes,” I repeated. “You know that. You’ve known that from the beginning, and now Reed and I are married.”

  But my husband merely tugged on my elbow.

  “Come on Cat,” he said. “He’s too out of it. He’s not going to remember a thing tomorrow. Besides, it’s not safe for you to be here. You’re pregnant and this place is filthy. I’m going to send a cleaner and an exterminator because this apartment must be teeming with rats and cockroaches.”

  I jumped then and quickly left at my husband’s request. But after the door closed behind us, I looked up at Reed with anxious eyes.

  “I never thought he’d fall so low,” I said in a low voice laced with concern.

  Reed shrugged.

  “They had to shut down Jem Vape, and that was the final nail in the coffin. Rev’s been on the decline for a long time now. Really, since we were teenagers, and I’m just as upset as anyone to see him in this sad state. But what can you do? He’s a grown man who made his own choices.”

  As we went down in the elevator, I turned to my husband.

  “But is there something we can do for him? Is there something we should do?”

  Reed shrugged and looked straight ahead.

  “I don’t know, sweetheart. I could send him to rehab, I suppose. Maybe that will straighten him out. Another solution could be psychotherapy, but maybe rehab is a better choice because he needs more than once-a-week visits. He needs 24-hour care.”

  With that, it was done. Reed enrolled his twin into a facility that focuses on substance abuse, and its attendant anxiety and depression. These ailments go hand and hand, and I hear Rev is getting better. He’s gained weight, looks more robust, and seems to remember conversations, which is a giant step in the right direction.

  Also, we were able to solve the question of the baby’s paternity. At first, we thought that there was no way to know because Reed and Rev share the same DNA. However, it turns that there are differences in the DNA of identical twins, they’re just few and far between. With new technology, you can now reveal these differences, and although the test is expensive, we had it done. To my relief, baby Tully is Reed’s child, and not Rev’s.

  “I’m so happy,” I breathed after we got the test results. There were tears in my eyes, and my fingers trembled while holding the piece of paper.

  “Sweetheart, you know that I’m Tully’s father no matter what,” my husband growled. “She’s mine.”

  “Of course she is,” I said in a quivery voice. “But can I just say that I’m so happy that she’s definitely, one hundred percent genetically yours as well? I was really nervous.”

  Reed merely took my hands again before looking deep into my eyes.

  “She’s mine,” he growled. “And you are too. And so is the baby on the way.”

  After all, I’m pregnant again now. I’m only about three months in, but it’s really spiced up our love life because the hormones coursing through my body make me so horny all the time. My tits always seem enlarged, and my kitty wet and pulsing. But right now, Reed wants me to take a fist in my back end, and to be honest, I’m looking forward to it.

  “Are you ready?” he growls
while licking my gape again. It feels so good and I moan throatily, taking a deep breath. I’m on my hands and knees and bend my head down, pushing my rump in the air.

  “I’m ready,” I breathe.

  My husband grins and dips his right hand into a giant tub of coconut oil that we bought especially for this purpose. It comes out gooey and wet all the way to his elbow, and then he leans forward and gently tongues my buttonhole again.

  “Okay, here goes,” he growls. “Relax baby, and it’ll go in just fine.”

  I squinch my eyes shut and press my cheek against the mattress. He puts one hand on my lower back to keep me steady while the other probes my dark star. The tip of one finger slips in and I moan with pleasure.

  “Mmmm, oh yeah Daddy. Finger me open just like that.”

  He growls, and I feel his hard shaft brush against the back of my thigh, leaving a trail of wetness.

  “Hold still, sweetheart.”

  A second finger joins the first, and then a third. The stretch is incredible, but I can handle it. I continue to take deep breaths, focusing on the incredible sensations pulsing through my back door.

  “Is it working?” I pant. “Are we almost there?”

  Reed growls behind me, and I can feel the hot blue of his gaze on my tiny brownie.

  “We’re getting there,” he says in a raspy tone. “Hold still, sweetheart.”

  Unbelievably, even more of his fist is edged into me and the stretch is intense. I let out another throaty moan, and we seem to have reached a sticking point. But my husband keeps up the pressure, and then suddenly, it happens. His entire fist is in me all the way up to his wrist. I gasp as my eyes fly open.

  “Did we do it?” I blurt. “Oh my god!”

  Reed’s expression is intense with hunger, but he nods calmly.

  “We did indeed, honey. Or more accurately, you did it because you’re my confident babymama. Now buckle your seatbelt because we’re going in for a ride.”

  With that, his entire fist begins to saw in and out of my backdoor. It was filthy, and the noises were incredible. Wet sucking sounds rang out, and I felt like butter was being churned in my behind. But although new, the sensation was also incredible and before I realized it, I was flying over the edge. My tight tunnel clamped on his hand and then dissolved into a series of tremors.