The Marriage Pact: A Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Pleasure,” Mason smoothly. “That’s an interesting name.”

  “Well, the name’s Georgina Franklin,” she said, grimacing. “But that’s too ridiculous for me. So it’s just Frank.”

  She turned her head back to me and ran her eyes up and down my robed form. She snorted a laugh and smirked.

  “But don’t mind me,” she said. “I can just relax here. Please carry on.”

  I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment, and then I felt a hand slip around my waist. Of course, my best friend would fucking bust into my apartment during the one night I took for myself. And of course she would interrupt one of the best sex sessions I was probably ever going to have with one of the most handsome men I was probably never going to see again.

  “I’ll message you later,” Mason murmured lowly in my ear.

  I nodded and had to physically hold back tears when I felt him step behind me. My apartment door shut closed with him on the wrong side of it. I sighed and turned my gaze back to Frank.

  “So, how was he?” she asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said, sulkily.

  I went and sat down by Frank while she rattled on about the rest of her dramatic evening, but I couldn’t keep my mind off Mason. His tongue was thick and rough, and the way he touched me was unlike anything I’d experienced.

  The touches from other men were just to get me naked and ready for them, but his touches were different. They didn’t hold pretense or expect me to do anything except whatever I wanted, and he had gotten me so close. He pushed me to the edge of that fire before pulling me back, and I was two seconds away from telling him I’d do anything if he’d just throw me to the flames and let me burn.

  I was mindlessly grinding into the couch before Frank’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

  “Anyway, thanks for letting me crash here. You want the bed or the couch?”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Because if I’m in the bed, I’m changing those sheets,” she said, yawning.

  “You’re on the couch,” I deadpanned.

  She held her hands up in mock surrender, and I sighed as I peeled myself from the couch. I stood there for a second while she curled up onto the cushions. She was soundly snoring almost immediately. I dragged myself off to bed, envying her ability to fall asleep like that.

  I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep with how aroused I still was, and I knew it. My nipples were painfully erect, and I couldn’t get Mason’s broad shoulders and seductive brown eyes out of my mind. His hands were so large, they easily cupped the inside of my thick thighs.

  I laid down and spread my legs wide before I parted my pussy with my own fingers, and I imagined Mason’s tongue lapping me up again.

  My juices spilled out onto the bed while I began to buck into my fingers, and I imagined Mason moaning into my pussy. I could have sworn I felt his hands still massaging my legs, and when I reared my hips off the bed and came, his name fell in whispered moans from my lips.

  My back dropped to the bed, and tears rose in my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. Every single time I thought I was getting ahead, something popped up that threw me back. Boyfriends sucked me dry for money, and my best friend didn’t give a damn that she was interrupting in my life, and I always found it very funny how when I needed her, she was nowhere to be found.

  I was everyone’s fucking doormat. Well, no more. No more nights where I laid here unsatisfied and depressed. No more plans thrown to the side because someone came knocking at my door. No more divvying out money I didn’t have and sacrificing my store just so someone could get what they wanted.

  But that still didn’t help the fact that I fell asleep that night fully unsatisfied and very, very alone.

  Chapter 5

  Mason

  “So, I did it,” I said.

  Winston was huffing and doubled over, trying to catch his breath. We’d only been playing squash for like ten minutes, but he was already exhausted. He lifted his head to look up at me, and I saw the blatant confusion on his face.

  “Did what?” he asked.

  “You know, the bet? I met up with some chick off that site like we said.”

  “Dude!” he said. “Tell me all about it. How was it?”

  “Well, she had this ad posted about how the guys she’s been with never made her come, and she was looking for a man to make her come for the first time.”

  “Oh, god,” Winston groaned. “That sounds like heaven. What’d she taste like? What’d she look like? Dude, I need details!”

  “We were fucking interrupted by some foul-mouthed intrusion named Frank,” I said.

  “She had some dude bust up into her place while you were face-planted between her legs?” he asked.

  “Nope. Frank’s a girl, but yeah. Just shoved her way into Ash’s apartment.”

  “Ash?” Winston asked.

  “The girl I was tongue deep in.”

  I hit the squash ball, and we played a round. The ball sucker-punched Winston in the gut, and I couldn’t help but double over and laugh.

  “You’re shit at squash,” I said. “No matter how much you play.”

  “Squash is a shit game,” Winston gasped. “I’d rather play poker.”

  I couldn’t help but think about the possibility of meeting up with Ash again. Part of me wanted to see how she was after last night, and part of me just wanted to feel those thighs shake around my face.

  Jesus, I almost fucking had her. She was locked and loaded, and I could feel her clit physically throbbing against my tongue. I would've sent her over the edge time and time again, and then when she was spent, I would’ve rolled her over and fucked her until she passed out and fell asleep.

  “Well, you still gotta meet up with her,” Winston said. “If you didn’t fulfill what she wanted, then you weren’t really with a real girl yet.”

  God, I was hoping he’d say that.

  “Well, her apartment is now double-booked with her foul-mouthed friend, so I’m not sure where the hell I’d take her. Mother would wonder why I needed a hotel and go on a tangent about taking Eva instead, and I sure as hell am never bringing her back to my room.”

  “I still can’t believe you live with your mom, dude,” Winston said, chuckling.

  It wasn’t that I wanted to live with my mom, but I knew how she got when she was alone. My father passed away a few years back, and ever since then, her icy demeanor just got colder and colder.

  She isolated herself more and rarely left the house, and when she did, she always came back with more botox in her face or another face lift she obviously didn’t need. When push came to shove, I was worried about what she’d do if I left her alone. So I stayed and put up with her bullshit.

  “Just bring her to my place,” Winston offered. “I’m hardly at it anyway.”

  I shoved his shoulder when he smirked, but the idea did hold merit. But what did I tell her? Did I say it was my best friend’s space and admit I was still living with my mom? Did I tell her it was my place and risk lying to her? I mean, I wasn’t gonna see her after our unfinished business was resolved, but a woman like her deserved more than that. She was warm and kind, and the last thing I wanted to be was a liar.

  “Thanks,” I murmured. I pulled out my phone, opened up the dating app, and sent Ash a message.

  I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.

  I’m really sorry for last night, she responded.

  Don’t be. I have a best friend and he can be a real dick. I get it.

  She’s not a dick. She’s just…

  Selfish? I finished.

  She didn’t respond for a while, and I got worried that I made her angry. But the next message that popped up relaxed me quite a bit.

  What are you doing tonight? she asked.

  I was just about to ask you that same question. How would you feel about coming over to my place?

  I cringed when I read that sentence before I sent it. The pit of my stomach sank to my knees, and so
mething inside of me was screaming to correct it. I mean, it was just Winston’s place. Who the fuck cared if I told her it was mine? It bypassed a conversation I didn’t want to have with her anyway, so what did it matter?

  Apparently, it mattered to my conscience. It was nice to know I still had one.

  I feel that we could bypass Frank doing that, she messaged.

  So, would you like to come over tonight? I asked.

  I’d love to.

  Good. I’ll send a car for you, and it’ll take you to my place.

  A car? Fancy stuff. Will it have champagne or is this get together BYOB?

  I smiled at her banter, and I almost didn’t realize Winston was looking over my shoulder.

  “Atta boy!” he cheered.

  Just bring yourself. I’ve got everything else, I sent.

  “Looks like you got a phone call to make,” he said with a wink. “Let me know how it goes!”

  I went home and cleaned up before taking the car and going straight to Winston’s. I told the driver what time to pick Ash up and where, and told him he was free to do whatever until then. I set out making this apartment perfect and kept rehearsing what I’d tell her when she got here: I’d tell her it’s actually my friend’s place, but that I didn’t want to get into the story of why I didn’t have my own.

  I’d apologize for lying, and I’d tell her I hoped she would forgive me, and if she had questions I’d be an open book. I wanted to taste her again, and I’d tell her anything she wanted to know if it meant I could.

  I set up candles on the table and lit some in the window sills of his apartment, and after I was done cleaning some things down and removing some of Winston’s personal effects, I called around to some of the eateries in town. I found someone who could bring over some finger sandwiches and some baked bread crisps and dips, and I left the apartment to go pick up a bottle of wine. If I was going to reveal to her that this place was actually my friend’s, then I needed to make sure I schmoozed her nice in order to make up for it.

  My phone vibrated fifteen minutes before she was supposed to be here, and when I saw she was on her way, I went and found a mirror. I smoothed out the suit coat I had on before buttoning it, ran my fingers through my hair once more, then turned on the music playlist I put together once I’d picked up the wine.

  I wanted everything to be perfect because I wanted this to be a night she would never forget. I wanted her to remember the first time my tongue made her come, and I wanted every encounter she had from here on out to pale in comparison to this.

  But something in the pit of my stomach still continued to flop around.

  The knock at the door sent shivers down my spine, and when I opened it up, I couldn’t fucking pick my jaw off the ground. Ash was dressed in this polka-dotted dress that shoved her tits up to her chin and cinched her waist in, and the dotted heels she was wearing flexed her meaty thighs in ways I didn’t think were possible.

  Dear Jesus, I wanted to throw her onto the couch and bury myself into her right then and there.

  “Fancy meeting you here,” she said, smirking.

  “I know, I was expecting someone a little more perky,” I quipped.

  “Oh, I can be perky,” she said as she stepped in.

  “Is that so?”

  I turned around and watched her pop a crisp into her mouth, and I was in awe of how confident she felt around me. She just barged right in with her smile and her swaying hips, eating food she knew was set out for her and looking around an apartment that wasn’t mine.

  Shit, how was I gonna start this conversation?

  “Wine?” I asked.

  “I’d love some,” she said, smiling.

  I poured us each a glass and went to stand by her side, and we stood in silence for a while before I took in a deep breath through my nose. But she beat me to the punch before I could admit to her the truth behind “my” apartment.

  “I believe someone mentioned some unfinished business.”

  I watched her eye slowly glance over to me, and the way she bit her lip would be the death of me. The innocence behind her eyes was a stark contrast to the nipples I saw puckering underneath her dress, and I felt myself growing rock-hard for her.

  I set my wine glass down and slowly took hers, and when I set it down, I wrapped my arms slowly around her waist. She stood to her tiptoes and pressed into me instantly, and soon my lips were encompassing hers in a slow, fiery kiss.

  Her lip gloss tasted of vanilla and cherry blossoms, and I ran my tongue along her lips so I could taste every inch of her. My mouth swallowed her groans, and my cock was throbbing against her leg, and when I finally pulled back from her swollen, pouty lips, I took her hand and slowly began to lead her to the bedroom.

  Her eyes held mine while I backed toward the door, and when I tossed it open, a yapping sound emanated from the corner. Something small buzzed by my legs and caught me by surprise, and when my eyes landed on the dog, Ash was already squealing with delight.

  “Oh, my god! She’s so cute!”

  My eyes were wide with horror at the sight of the small, scruffy rat dog, and my mind began to whirl at a million miles a second. A dog? Why the hell didn’t Winston tell me he had a dog? Why the fuck did he not tell me he’d lock the damn thing up in the one place we were gonna end up tonight?

  “What’s her name?” Ash breathed.

  “His name is… Huck,” I spewed. “I, uh, found him on the street and decided to take him in. He was pretty good and obviously malnourished, and he just sort of stuck around.”

  “I don’t blame him.” She smirked over at me.

  Shit, I’d just dug myself a deeper hole than intended. I rubbed my hands along my face and tried to cast the thought out of my mind, but I couldn’t help but feel my stomach begin to lurch at the idea of lying to her once again.

  My god, I didn’t want to tell this woman about my mother. If she knew the apartment wasn’t mine, she’d ask where I lived. I’d have to tell her I lived with my mother, which would prompt her asking why, and I sure as hell didn’t want to talk about any of that bullshit.

  Fuck.

  My cock was straining against my pants as I watched Ash set this yapping rat down, and when she turned toward me, I watched her eyes flicker down to my pulsating dick.

  “Looks like someone’s happy to see me again,” she said.

  I strode over to her and picked her up off the ground. She squealed and giggled in delight, and the noise sent shivers of happiness down my spine. Her smile was infectious, and I could smell her juices already flooding her luscious thighs, and soon, I was dropping her onto the bed and nibbling down her neck.

  “Oh god, Mason,” she breathed.

  I sucked in thick patches of skin while my hands traveled all along her body, but that damn dog came up behind me and nipped at my feet.

  “Hey!” I yelled before I turned around. Ash was panting and her chest was flushed, and the moment I reared up, the dog stopped.

  “Thank you,” I breathed, but when I bent back down to pull Ash’s tit into my mouth, the dog started yapping again.

  “Dammit,” I said.

  I felt my blood boiling. Fucking Winston and his damn rat-dog. Here I was with a throbbing erection and a thick, beautiful woman ready and waiting for me to ruin her for anyone else, and this dog couldn’t keep his trap shut long enough for me to do anything. I got up and tried to toss the dog out of the room so I could shut the door, but every single time I took a step toward the dog, it would run away.

  “Jesus, really?” I exclaimed.

  “Poor thing,” Ash pouted.

  “Yeah,” I mumbled. “Poor dog.”

  I was at my wits end with this entire situation. First, her loud-mouthed, rude-as-hell friend barged into her apartment, and now this unprecedented fluffy-rat wouldn’t shut up and leave me alone long enough to taste the sweet pussy I was working so hard to have! But, like the angel she was turning out to be, her voice filled the foreign bedroom with the greatest idea I�
��d heard in months.

  “Why don’t we just go for a drive?” she asked.

  Chapter 6

  Ash

  I felt so bad for him. Here this handsome man was, trying his hardest to wine and dine me, and everything seemed to be getting in his way. I felt terrible for him, and god knows I wanted him more than anything, but a part of me did find this all a bit funny.

  He looked incredible in his suit and jacket, and I found myself wanting to rip it off him and run my fingers down his skin, but I’d settle for just getting out and away from this cute little dog that didn’t seem to enjoy my presence in his apartment.

  I knew he could give me what I needed. I knew he was more than capable of throwing me over the edge. I mean, he’d almost done it twice back at my apartment. He was pulling out all the stops to try and make me feel welcome and wanted, so the least I could do was suggest we get the hell out of here.

  “That sounds like a good idea,” he said.

  “Let me grab my things.”

  I shuffled off the bed and skirted by the yapping dog, and when I had my purse, I turned toward him and smiled.

  “You ready?” I asked.

  “Would it be possible to take your car, by any chance?”

  “That was the plan,” I said.

  I pulled my keys out and dangled them in the air, then I tossed them his way. Honestly, did he really think I’d just expect that driver he hired to sit out there all night? God, that would’ve cost him a fortune. I mean, I assumed he was well off, but no one I knew was that well off.

  I mean, no man with that kind of money would seek out a girl like me.

  We headed out of his apartment, and I started searching for my car. I was hoping he wouldn’t laugh at my older sedan. My friends always picked on me for being an old woman driving this kind of car, but when we found it and slid into the seats, he did nothing but crank up the engine.

  “Thank you,” I murmured.

  “For what?” he asked.

  “For not making comments about my car.”

  “What the hell would I do that for?” he asked.