Because I Love You

by Amy Brent

  I felt my heart drop to my toes as my face began to pale.

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I mean, when is your lease up? Is it a yearly lease?” Chris asked.

  “Yeah, it—it is. Um, it’s up—yikes—in a couple of months, I think?”

  “Then, don’t sign a new one. Jessi, let’s move your stuff here and do this thing together.”

  “Raise Caleb under the same roof.”

  “Why not? It’s healthier for him, and things between us are finally smoothed over. I feel good about it, Caleb feels good about it.”

  “Oh, and how do you know Caleb feels good about it?” I asked with a grin.

  “I mean, he’s snoozing on my shoulder. I’d say he’s pretty comfortable with the idea.”

  “Maybe you’re just comfortable. I can attest to that fact.”

  “And I could be comfortable every night if you moved in.”

  I gazed out over the water as a smile spread across my cheeks. Move in. As a family. And Chris was serious about it. Our family would wake up to the beach every morning. We could take morning family walks and watch the sun set over the ocean every night. Caleb could grow up surfing and loving the water like I used to when I was a child.

  We would be a family.

  Like I dreamed we would be when I was pregnant.

  “Okay,” I said breathlessly.

  “Really?” Chris asked. “You’re going to actually do it?”

  “Yeah. I mean, if you’re serious about it,” I said.

  “I’m very serious about it, Jessi. Look at me.”

  I turned my eyes to meet his as I slid my sunglasses off my face.

  “I’m very serious about it,” Chris said. “I want the two of you to move in with me. I want to do this together. I want to be a dad to Caleb and I want—”

  I watched Chris reach out his hand as he wrapped it around mine.

  “I want to be the man you’ve always deserved, Jessi. The man I know I am.”

  I smiled as tears crested my eyes.

  “I love you, Chris.”

  “I love you too, Jessi.”

  I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his as Caleb slept on his chest. I could feel the love he had for me as his hand ran through my hair. He cupped the back of my head and held me to him, our lips resting together. I felt my body relax into him, and my arm slid around both his body, and that of my son.

  Our son.

  My arm slid around my family. I had a feeling so many more of these moments were in our future. A future that was shining as brightly as the sun that had lulled our baby boy to sleep.

  Epilogue

  Christopher

  One Year Later

  I was sitting at the table with Jessi as my hands twirled the little red box around. Jessi looked fabulous this evening, and I was lucky that her parents agreed to watch Caleb for the night. It had been a year since I had moved her and our son into my beach house, and things had been going perfectly. So perfectly, in fact, that I was able to convince Jessi to change Caleb’s last name to mine.

  But there was one last name that still needed to be changed.

  “Would you like a glass of wine?” the waitress asked.

  “Oh, no thanks. I’m sticking with water tonight,” Jessi said.

  I furrowed my brow as the waitress took our orders.

  I’d never known Jessi to turn down wine. Or any alcoholic drink, in general. She enjoyed at least one glass with her dinners. And sometimes, even her lunches. Everything in moderation was a motto she lived, and that meant absolutely everything.

  Then, her eyes turned to me and I could see the nervousness rolling behind them.

  “Is something wrong?” I asked. “Do you not like this restaurant?”

  “I love it. Why would you think I didn’t like it?” Jessi asked.

  “I don’t know. You seem a little off. Why didn’t you want any wine? Did you have a glass before we came?”

  “No,” she said plainly.

  “Jessi, I know you. I know when something’s on your mind. If you’re nervous about Caleb, I promise you I packed his sinus medication. And his nose sucker.”

  “It’s not that,” she said.

  “Then what is it,” I said. “What’s on your mind?”

  “Do you like being a father?”

  The question caught me off guard and I sat the small box between my legs. I reached out and cupped Jessi’s hands as tears rose to her eyes. Something was wrong.

  Very, very wrong.

  “Of course I do. Jessi, this past year with you and Caleb has been phenomenal. Being a father has been the best experience of my life. Have I done something to make you question that?”

  She shook her head as a tear rolled down her cheek.

  “Sh-sh-sh, no tears, sweet girl. Come on. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on,” I said.

  “I’m pregnant again, Chris.”

  Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Pregnant? Jessi was pregnant again? A spark of happiness ignited a fire throughout my body, and I jumped up from my chair and pulled her into my arms.

  “Are you serious?” I asked.

  “I’m pregnant,” Jessi said.

  “You’re not pulling my leg?” I asked.

  “Why the hell would I do something like that?”

  I buried my face into the crook of Jessi’s neck and peppered her skin with kisses.

  “Oh my gosh, I’m going to be a father again.”

  I felt Jessi crying against my shoulder as a smile spread across her cheeks.

  “Chris?”

  “Yeah?” I asked.

  “What’s that on the ground?”

  I looked down at my feet at the open red box on the ground. The diamond ring I had purchased for Jessi had spilled out onto the floor in my excitement at her grand news. I watched her eyes widen as her brow furrowed and I bent down quickly to pick up the ring.

  Then I took her left hand within mine and dropped to my knee.

  “Oh Jessi, I think you might have stolen my thunder tonight,” I said.

  “Oh my gosh. Chris? What are you doing?”

  “Raising Caleb with you over this past year has been the experience of a lifetime. And knowing that our family will be growing once again—I can’t describe to you the joy it brings me.”

  I looked up into her eyes as another tear fell onto her cheek.

  “Things are perfect, Jessi. And I love you with everything I am. Everything I have. But Caleb has my last name, and this child will have my last name. And it only seems right and good and honest and fair that their mother also have my last name.”

  “Oh Chris,” she said breathlessly.

  “Jessi Park, will you marry me?”

  She nodded her head in affirmation and I slipped the ring onto her finger. The restaurant erupted into cheers and applause as I wrapped my arms around her body. Our lips crashed together and I bent her backwards, feeling her arms tighten around my neck.

  We ended up getting our dinner to-go before we raced back to the house.

  We stumbled up the steps, unable to keep our hands off one another. Our dinner was sitting on the counter in the kitchen as trails of clothing were left behind in our wake. We tumbled to the bed, her curves welcoming my strength as I kissed down her cheek.

  Down her neck.

  Down her succulent breasts and her stomach that would grow round with my child.

  I dipped between her legs, tasting her again and again on my tongue. The setting sun draped her soft skin in an iridescent glow as she writhed on the bed for me. I bent her legs to her chest, opening her dripping pussy for me as I licked from her asshole to her clit. Savoring her salted taste and feeling her body tremble for me.

  She came twice on my tongue before I allowed her to breathe.

  I sat her on my cock, her chest facing the view of the ocean. My fingers played delicately with her swollen pussy as my cock slid in and out of her dripping warmth. I massaged her tits and kissed her back. Suck
ed at the skin on her neck as her head fell back onto my shoulder. I loved the way she gave herself over to me every time. Never once declining and always so willing to please me.

  “Such a good, sweet girl for me, Jessi. I love you so much.”

  “I—I love you, Chris. I love you so—so—oh, right there.”

  “Right there?” I asked.

  I flicked her clit and her hips ground down onto my cock.

  “Right there,” she said breathlessly.

  “Oh, so—right there.”

  I flicked her clit again before I pressed my fingers into it.

  “Yes. Yes. Chris. Like that.”

  I kissed her neck and pulled at her breast as my cock pounded into her body. Her arousal dripped down onto my balls as my fingers worked her clit. She moaned and whimpered. Shook and jolted. Her back pressed into my chest as I held her firmly, my legs spread to accommodate her thick, luscious curves.

  I felt her pussy clamp down onto me, pulling me deeper as my fingers stilled. She groaned my name out into our room as the sun buried itself beneath the ocean. Shadows fell along her body as she trembled against me. I felt my balls curl into my body before I burst, pumping streams of cum against her throbbing walls.

  I fell backwards, taking her with me as we fell off to the side. I could feel her panting. Her back expanding into my body as I held her close.

  “I love you, Jessi.”

  I pulled my cock from between her legs before she shifted to face me.

  “And I love you, Chris.”

  “Do you want to get married before or after you have the baby?” I asked.

  “I don’t care,” she said.

  “Do you want to do it on the beach here? Or somewhere else?” I asked.

  “I don’t care.”

  “Colors?”

  “Don’t care.”

  “Amount of people to invite?”

  “Don’t care.”

  “Does this mean I should hire a planner?”

  She giggled and curled into me as my fingers ran up and down her back.

  “I want you to have your perfect day,” I said.

  “I will, because I’m marrying you,” Jessi said.

  She pressed a kiss to my shoulder and I shivered against her skin.

  “Will we have enough space here for a second child?” she asked.

  “We could make it work,” I said. “We could add on, or clear out my office and make it another nursery.”

  “But you need your home office.”

  “I need my family to be comfortable more.”

  “We’ve only got one bathroom. Would that be enough for four of us?”

  “Maybe not when the kids get older,” he said.

  “What should we do?” she asked.

  Looking down into her lovely eyes, I rolled her onto her back. I captured her lips with mine as I hovered over her, my hand tracing the dip of her waist.

  I watched her eyes flutter closed as her legs spread for me again.

  “Whatever you want,” I said. “We can do whatever you want.”

  “There’s a beach house not—oh, that felt good.”

  “Not what?” I asked.

  I worked a finger into her aching pussy as she bucked into my hand.

  “Not um—not far from—from here. Oh, shit.”

  “Mhm?” I asked.

  “It’s got—Chris.”

  “It’s got Chris?”

  “No. Shit. Room for us. It’s got room for us,” she said.

  I slid another finger in and watched her as she shook.

  “Uh huh. So—are you wanting to go take a look at this house?” I asked.

  “M-maybe. Oh, yes. Right there.”

  “Right there?” I asked.

  “Oh, right there baby.”

  I pressed my thumb into her clit as I captured her lips with my own.

  “Cum for me like the sweet girl I know you are, and we’ll go look at it tomorrow.”

  Then I watched the ecstasy roll over her face as I worked her to orgasm with nothing but my fingers.

  ***The End***

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  Chapter 1: Grant

  Her whiskey-colored curls bounced with each thrust as I buried my cock deep inside her. We’d barely made it out of the car and into my house before she’d unsheathed it from my pants and stroked it to the proud tool I couldn’t wait to use on her.

  Not that she was special, no. Any willing, discreet woman would do, but she had made a habit of pursuing me and for the moment I was too interested in a release to tell her to fuck off.

  Sylvie turned her head and looked up from the couch where I’d bent her over and hiked up her tight skirt. “Don’t you want me your bedroom, tonight?”

  I slowed my pace and furrowed my brow. She’d been eager each time to make it to my bedroom like it was property she needed in Monopoly. Too bad for her, I roll the dice and I had no interest in taking that ride on her train. “No, but I have plenty of guest beds if you’re interested.”

  She giggled and clenched her tight walls around my throbbing erection. “You can have me wherever you want.”

  I glared down my nose at her and smiled. “Then I’ll try and be creative.”

  Even if I considered myself a sex addict, and recognized my problem, I still had standards for myself and respect for my late wife. I’d never taken any of the women I used to get my fix to our mated bed. Not that I still felt married, no. In fact it truly was till death do us part. I’d see her again someday, and I’d always love her, but none of these women were worthy of their backs touching the same cloth she died on.

  Maybe it was morbid of me to keep the same bed. Most people would have gotten another and being that I’m a billionaire and money’s no object, I could certainly afford it. But we’d spent the last days of her life hunkered down in that foxhole together waiting for the last leg of the battle to end us both. And it did. When her lovely soul departed to the great beyond, it took part of me with her, leaving nothing but a great big black hole that I’d chosen to fill with sex.

  I cleared my mind of the memories and focused on the back of Sylvie’s head. Those bouncy curls had stilled and so had I, but I wasn’t finished. Not even the memory of all that pain could kill my hard on. It was as if the last year of my forties was out to prove that age really was a number and Grant Roberts was as virile as ever.

  I slowly slid out of her and she turned around to wrap herself closer. Her long nimble fingers working the buttons of my shirt until she swept it back off my shoulders. I stepped away from her long enough to drop my pants to the floor. She lost her threads too and then rubbed herself eagerly against my cock as I led her to the veranda and lay her back across my breakfast table.

  Dipping down between her legs I stroked and lapped at her soft velvet folds, my tongue slipping in between them flicking at her clit and then I nibbled there with the soft brush of my teeth. Her body reacted beneath me, and she giggled as her fingers twined in my hair. I did some finger play of my own and rubbed her tight star. She stopped her silly giggling and a moan many octaves lower escaped her. I’d found a sweet spot and not for the first time.

  I stood over her and lowered myself to her mouth, still pressing on the spot she loved best. “Is it ready for me?”


  “I’m not sure.” She ducked her chin away from me.

  “That’d be a no, then.” We’d had this conversation the last time. She’d all but begged me to take her ass, but I wasn’t about hurting anyone and she wasn’t ready for it. I’d found that out last time and I wasn’t the type that got off on fucking someone to tears, especially when I knew they were tears of pain.

  Her gaze slid up my body as I pulled back and she pouted her lips. “I want it.”

  I searched her eyes. “If that were true, you’d have trained it.”

  She frowned and tugged at my shoulders. “Please. You know I like to be fucked hard. I want it rough.”