Baby Daddy Roomie

by Tilly Pope

  It’s not all her fault. I’ve been busy too. I mean Ayden and I went from acrimonious roomies to boyfriend and girlfriend in one tumultuous night. I don’t even remember most of that time to be honest. It’s like I was in heat – all I could think of was having Ayden inside me again and again.

  The man can work my body like nobody I’ve ever met. He just…he’s so attentive and loving, he always makes sure I get off. I never in my life imagined that sex could be like this. Julia comes out of the pool and reaches for a towel and I smile at her. She settles herself on a lounger beside me, squinting at me in the sunlight.

  “How are you feeling babe? Your nausea any better?”

  I groan, having forgotten about that while I was lost in my rosy memories. Now Julia had brought them roaring back, full force. “Thanks for that,” I said drily, “For a minute I forgot that I can’t go half an hour without throwing up.”

  Julia reaches out and pats my arm. “Shall I get you something? Water? Juice?”

  I smile, grateful for her concern. “No, I’m fine. I’m just going to nibble these crackers and distract myself with happy thoughts.”

  I keep crackers nearby everywhere I go these days. The baby apparently likes them because the nausea calms down quite a bit when I’m gnawing on them like a squirrel. It’s ironic because non-pregnant me cannot stand crackers.

  “Speaking of happy thoughts, how’d it go last night?” Julia asks.

  I smile wider, remembering how ridiculously romantic Ayden had been. He surprised me for my birthday and our three-month anniversary by taking me out to dinner. It was a new place; one I’d never been to, and he’d bought the whole thing out. That was a relief because conflicting food smells make me nauseous. We had non-alcoholic bubbly and chicken schnitzel with baked potatoes and French beans. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.

  That wasn’t the best part though.

  After our meal, it was time for my birthday present.

  “I got you something,” he had said with a wicked grin and I was waiting for him to produce a sex toy or something equally naughty. He’s such a twelve-year-old kid sometimes.

  “Give it here,” I made grabby hands for the present even though I didn’t see any packages.

  His eyes traveled around the room. “Do you like it?” he asked.

  I have pregnant brain, so I’m a bit slow. “Like what?”

  He spread out his hands. “Your present.”

  I looked around for a minute, not getting it. I looked back at him and he was just grinning at me, his eyes wide.

  “No!” I whisper-shouted because it would just be too much if what I was thinking was true. “You didn’t.”

  “I…didn’t.” Then he started cracking up as I gawked at him, even more confused than ever. “I wouldn’t make such a major decision without consulting you first, honey. But do you like it? I’ve negotiated a fair price for this space and I think if you really want to be a chef, a small family restaurant would be a good place to start. It’s up to you though. Do you want it?”

  All I could do was stare at him with my mouth wide open.

  Julia interrupts my musings, “So how did it go?”

  I come back to reality and say, “Oh, sorry. It went fucking great. He bought me a restaurant.”

  Julia sat up and frowned at me, “You don’t sound thrilled.”

  “Oh, I’m thrilled. And terrified. And disbelieving…I don’t know if I should take it or not.”

  “What’s the problem?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “It’s difficult to explain. Ayden and I have been together for three months and even though I know it’s forever, and I’m sure he knows it’s forever…to the outside world it must look like I’ve gotten myself the big daddy of all sugar daddies.”

  Julia play smacks me on the back of my head. “Why do you care what other people think? Do you want the damn restaurant or not?” she asks, ever the practical one.

  “I do.”

  “So if you want the restaurant then make it a loan instead of a gift. Let him buy the restaurant for you and then you pay him back.”

  I sigh, because I know if I did that, Ayden would be hurt. It would be like I was rejecting his gift. I don’t want to hurt him. “That won’t work.”

  “Okay, then what?”

  I lay a hand on my still flat stomach, unable to answer that question with any satisfaction. “I think...maybe if he buys the restaurant and I just run it?”

  Julia raised her eyebrow, “How is that different?”

  “It’s different because then the restaurant will be in his name. I’ll just be the chef. Or manager.”

  “How about both our names?” a voice says from behind me. I turn around and Ayden is there, smiling at me.

  I can’t help the way my face lights up. “Hi, darling.”

  Epilogue

  Ayden

  Two Months After That

  Skylar turned over in the bed, stretching out, reveling in the fact that she didn’t need to hug a toilet. I smiled at her; she looked like a cat that had just had a full bowl of cream.

  “How you feeling today?”

  She aimed that smile at me. “Peachy.”

  “Yeah?” I reach out, ran my hand over her belly before leaning over to kiss it.

  “Yeah. I feel great. Horny.”

  She surprises a laugh out of me. This pregnancy is bringing out another side of her; bold, unembarrassed, knows exactly what she wants. Clearly, we haven’t known each other long enough to know everything about each other and learning about her is a total turn on.

  I lean down and kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder and she shivers into me, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

  “Fuck me please,” she whispers before landing a line of kisses along the side of my face from temple to jaw. Her touch is so delicate, yet it lights me on fire. I search for her hand, so I can link our fingers together, holding on tight, savoring the connection we have. My lips find hers and we kiss for a long time. Just the act of kissing her is something I savor every day. Her lips are soft and pliant, pulling me in and yet, they are never enough.

  My tongue plays with hers, tasting, sucking, moaning, kissing. I love the connection we have.

  I was afraid in the beginning, that sex would hurt the baby but the obstetrician assures us it’s perfectly safe even when I lose all control and fuck her with abandon. I have to admit that if my bed frame wasn’t so sturdy, we might have broken it by now. Good carpentry is important.

  “Ayden,” she begs, “Please.”

  I love to tease her. I like to make her wait. It’s the buildup that makes me rock hard. But when she begs me like that? I can’t help but give her whatever she wants. She reaches between my legs, and grasps my dick in her small hands, squeezing, and I jerk forward. Her hands on me are always guaranteed to elicit a reaction. She guides me into her, and I close my eyes savoring the heat of her pussy. Ever since she got pregnant, she feels hotter inside than before. And definitely wetter.

  I go slow, thrusting in and out watching her face. She heaves with me, perky breasts thrust forward, right in my face, her head thrown back in abandon. I increase my pace slightly and she starts to moan, making noises that drive me nuts. I want to come in her so bad right now, so I close my eyes tight and slow down.

  I lean down and cover her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue in her mouth even as I fuck her. I moan into her mouth and she puts her hand behind my head to pull me in closer.

  She moans, spreading her legs wider, pulling me into her. I increase my pace, going harder, finding her G-spot and hitting it time and again. She’s not shy about screaming her pleasure, asking me to fuck her harder.

  “Please baby, yes ah ah ah, yes baby, love you so much,” she mumbled. I think I love to hear the words she says as much as I love fucking her. She’s so damn…abandoned when I’m inside of her. Pretty soon my thrusts get erratic and she’s been reduced to long repeated “Aaaahs”, her fingernails scratching at my shoulder
s as she holds tight to me. Then she’s shaking and convulsing, her pussy muscles gripping me as they contract and relax, pushing me to climax.

  I come and come as her pussy juices smooth the way for me, easing the way for me to go deeper and fuck harder even as I’m coming. She collapses backward on the bed, aftershocks still shaking her body, and I jerk as a last spurt of come is spent inside of her.

  I sigh with contentment, pulling her close, still wedged solidly inside her.

  “I love you so much.” I murmur in her ear and I feel rather than see her smile.

  “I love you too, Ayden.” She kisses my cheek, her arms looped around my neck.

  “I don’t want you to think I’m asking you this because you’re pregnant. The truth is I wanted to ask you that night at the Regal Jewel. From the moment we kissed, I knew that you are who I want. For the rest of my life.”

  She turns to face me with a lazy smile on her face. “Ask me what?”

  I smile at her, pretty confident of her answer. “Skylar Morrison, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  Her eyes widen and tears well up. “Really?” she asks breathlessly.

  “Yes, really. Marry me?”

  She looks into my eyes for a long time, as if she’s seeking something there. I lay there silently and let her find what she’s looking for. Finally, she nods. “Yes, Ayden, I’ll marry you.”

  “Good, because there is no place I’d rather be than with you here in my arms. I love you, baby.”

  She wipes a tear with the back of her hand. “I love you too, Ayden.”

  The End

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  Tilly Pope writes dirty, hot and over the top insta-love stories about possessive alpha males who know what they want. Always short, always naughty, no cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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