by Tia Siren
I wasn’t explaining myself clearly. I took a few deep breaths to calm down. I needed to tell him what was going through my mind. I needed to stop viewing him as everyone else and see him as a person who was open to negotiations. I was brokering a business deal, and I knew Kason would understand that language.
“Look, I would be an incredible mother, but I do not do well with other people dictating my life. I’d be better as a single mother because I’d have full and complete control. I’m going to have a wonderful career that will allow me to raise my child and have the monetary means to do so, so some man interjecting his opinions and money because he thinks he can control me and the way I raise my child won’t be necessary. And honestly? I’d rather have the child come from someone I trusted and knew rather than a sperm bank.”
His eyes were wild as he searched my face, and I tried to steady my breathing. I’d been sitting with this premonition for a few months, so I couldn’t expect him to digest it and accept it within a few minutes. But he was the one who had kissed me! He couldn’t back away from that! He had to own up to how he had felt in that very moment!
“Hanna…” he said quietly.
I lurched forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. I barreled my lips into his. Without thinking, I pressed my body hard against his and felt his cock throb through his pants against my leg. I needed to remind him of how he had felt in the moment when he first kissed me. I needed his eyes to stay on the prize, and I needed him to understand that his feelings for me were okay.
That it was fine and natural and that I was fully accepting of it.
His lips moved in tandem with mine and his arms cloaked my back. He pulled me off my feet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I swallowed his groans when I rolled my hips into his body. Dear god, he tasted like coffee and toothpaste, and I drank him in as I ran my tongue along the roof of his mouth. He carried me into the sitting room and pressed my back against the wall. When he finally released my lips, his cock throbbed again, reminding me that it was there and it was ready.
The wet spot forming in my panties reminded me that I was, too.
“This is wrong, Hanna,” he said against my lips.
“Come on, you know you want me. I can feel your cock pressing against my body.”
I captured his lips in yet another kiss, but this time it was light, delicate. It had percolated underneath the pressure of the last two, and when I began to run my fingers through the locks of his freshly gelled hair, his hips rolled involuntarily into mine. His hands pressed into the wall, and he pinned me between his buzzing body and the cool plaster of his parents’ home. I knew this was it.
He was going to cave just like I knew he wanted.
In that moment, I imagined everything. I imagined his body covering mine in a dark room while his lips roamed over my body. I imagined what it would feel like for his large, strong hands to pin my wrists above my head. I thought about what it would feel like to have his tongue lick the depths of my pussy and how wonderful it would feel to run my fingers through his hair and pull him in deeper. I thought about the tip of his dick pressing against my entrance, pulsing with need while his tongue licked across my lips.
I imagined what my name would sound like tumbling from his lips and all the positions he would take my body in. I imagined my breasts bouncing in his face while I rode his cock and my ass jiggling for him while he sheathed into me from behind. I imagined him covering my body in bite marks as he bent me in half, slinging my legs over his shoulders and pinning me so I couldn’t move even a millimeter. I thought about how good it would feel to yell out his name in a darkened room before he captured my groans with his lips. I thought about how beautiful my body would be while it grew with his child.
But then, just before I could latch my lips onto the bulging veins of his neck, a knock came from the door and he dropped me to my feet.
“Are you expecting anyone, Kason?” I asked.
“No.”
He stepped away from me and shoved his hands down his pants to fix himself. The only thing I could think was that I wished that hand was mine. I fixed my shirt, and he smoothed out the fabric of his. When Maria opened the door, my brother’s voice echoed through the house.
“Kason! You here? I’ve got some stuff I want you to see!”
“Yeah! I’m just in here. Gimme a sec!” Kason yelled back.
“Really? You weren’t expecting anyone?” I asked without emotion.
“So, I’ve got some outlines for redesigns, and—”
Marcus came around the corner and saw me standing there. Even though Kason had backed away, I could tell by the look on Marcus’s face that we were still too close. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied us with great intent. Then he asked the question I really wasn’t sure how to answer.
“What the hell is my sister doing here?”
“Well,” Kason began, “I figured if we were going to talk shop later today, I’d go ahead and get all the shop-talking done in one day. I had Hanna come over so we could talk about the internship.”
I looked up at him and watched as his face settled a bit. My eyes prodded him for more information.
“Well, you gonna take it?” my brother asked.
“We haven’t quite ironed out the details…”
“She wanted to talk with you about how you felt about her being my secretary. I told her I talked to you about it, but she didn’t believe me.”
“Good on ya, sis.” Marcus smirked. “But we did already talk about it. If you’re comfortable working as his secretary for the school year rather than with that boring psychologist in HR, he’ll make a good deal for you.”
“Oh! Really?” I asked. I shot Kason a look, and he nodded his head lightly. I drew in a deep breath through my nose before I nodded my head.
“Well, if everyone’s all right with it, then I’m sure it would be just fine as long as it doesn’t clash with my classes,” I said.
“Get me your schedule for the semester and we’ll go over times you can come in to work. I figured if you wanted to give me more hours than they were requiring for the semester, I could make it a paying job and you could use it as actual job experience on your resume after college.”
“Wow,” I said. “Thanks. I really appreciate that.”
Kason and I stared at each other for a while, and neither of us broke it until my brother cleared his throat.
“Well, Kason and I have some confidential shit to go over. I’ll see you at home?”
“Sure, yeah,” I said.
I walked past Marcus and gave him a quick hug before I left. I hadn’t known Kason would offer me an internship. I was surprised and excited. That plus the fact that he had just hired my brother as well solidified my certainty that I wanted to have a baby with him. He was hot, intelligent, and he gave a shit even though he pretended like he didn’t.
“Oh, and Kason?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll consider your offer if you consider mine.” I smiled.
Chapter 8
Kason
What the fuck was she thinking?
I watched Hanna leave with her words still tumbling around in my head, and when I came to, I realized I had been staring at her ass the whole time. It was so tight and juicy. It had felt so good in the palms of my hands when I’d caught her jumping on me. Dear god, the things she was already doing to my body… I hadn’t felt anything like it since the first time I’d sucked on a pair of tits. I could still feel my erect cock in my pants, wanting to rage and come to life.
But holy hell, she wanted me to get her pregnant? She had said she wanted me to get her pregnant! What the fuck was Hanna thinking? For the love of everything holy and good, she hadn’t even graduated college yet. Apparently her mother’s bullshit about settling down and having children had only half registered. I knew Hanna was independent and strong-willed, but this was insane. Getting pregnant and then telling the father he didn’t have to be a part of the child’s life might have been a godsend
for other men, but not for me. If I wasn’t working my fingers to the bone at my tech company or sinking my dick into a nice piece of ass to relieve stress and tension, I was doing whatever I could to keep my family happy and comfortable. I didn’t see them as much as I wanted to, but I loved them nonetheless. I had been raised with the idea that family was everything and that without them, you didn’t have shit.
But that kiss. Fuck, she had tasted so good, and her body had felt so sexy pressed against mine. I had felt how hard her nipples were, and the only thing I’d wanted to do was rip her shirt off and gnaw on them until they were black and blue. I wanted to make her scream with pleasure. I wanted to mark every single part of her milky skin so that whenever she went out in public, she knew who she belonged to. Her thick thighs had been soaked with her want, and I had been surprised when I’d dropped her and not felt a wet spot on my pants.
I would’ve licked her dry before ripping her in two with my cock.
I bet I could’ve convinced her to let me fuck her with a condom on. I could feed her some bullshit excuse about how it was easier for two people who were having sex with each other for the first time but promise her I’d poke a hole in it or something. Then I just wouldn’t poke the hole. There was no way in hell I was getting little Hanna Rendon pregnant, but dear god, I knew if she had one carnival ride with me, she wouldn’t give a shit if I got her pregnant or not.
I just knew her pussy was as tight as that squeeze she’d had around my waist. I would have bet anything that her juices would flow onto my tongue just as easily as my tongue could stroke them out of her. She would whimper and squeal instead of moan and groan. I could already hear her sultry voice in my mind making the most incredible sounds in bed.
She’d sound even better with her mouth stuffed with my cock.
“Dude, are you even listening?” Marcus asked.
“Huh?”
“I’m talking to you about these designs and how to rearrange the information and implement the blog, and you look entranced by something else. The ice cream man goin’ by or something?”
“Nah. Hey, let’s go sit in the kitchen and do this,” I said. It gave me a chance to walk off the last of my arousal, and I figured another pot of coffee would do this conversation some good. I glanced at how thick the folder in his hand was and knew we were gonna be here a while.
“Coffee?” I asked.
“Sure,” Marcus said.
“Still take it black?”
“Just like my women.” He smirked.
“Speaking of which, any luck with Rhonda?”
“Nah. We broke up a couple months ago.”
“Dude! What happened?” I asked. I poured us a couple cups of coffee and brought the rest of the pot over. I figured chugging some tart, black coffee would help settle my buzzing mind so I could actually talk shop with Marcus.
“Eh, she got drunk at a club and sucked some dude’s dick. Yay for me.”
I smirked. “You didn’t ask her if you could join?”
“Seriously?”
“Sorry, sorry, bad joke. But really, you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I mean, you can’t really expect to get too serious with a woman who cheated on her last boyfriend with you, you know? I should have seen it coming.”
“But you brought her around the last time you visited. I figured it was serious?” I said.
“Honestly? She just really wanted to come with me. She kept begging me to bring her, and I figured, why not? I mean, she was awesome to be around and she had a lot of spunk and attitude, but when I catch you suckin’ off some other guy, I can’t really kiss your lips anymore. Might just be me, but that’s not my thing.”
“Nah, Marc. It means you’re a good guy and someday some chocolate-skinned goddess with a bubble butt and a beautiful smile is gonna come through and rock your world. She’ll love you like you deserve and she’ll fuck you like you’ve only dreamed of, and maybe she’ll even call you ‘Daddy’ every once in a while.” I smirked.
He chuckled. “You are insane.”
“And you love me for it.” I grinned. “All right now…show me what you have in this folder.”
“I will in a second. But first I want to know what the hell my sister was actually doing here.”
“Marcus, she was here talking about the internship,” I said.
“Uh huh. And what exactly did you two talk about?” he asked.
“I told you earlier. I told her about the position with the psychologist, then told her she’d have more interpersonal interaction if she worked as my secretary instead.”
“I don’t know. She seemed pretty surprised when you mentioned that you’d make it a paying job,” Marcus said skeptically.
“Because you busted in on us before we got there, Marc.”
“So if I went next door right now and asked her a shit ton of questions about the internship and stuff, she’d have all the answers?” he asked.
“So far as what we’ve discussed, yes.”
“So you weren’t just trying to rip her clothes off and bend her over something real quick before I got over here?” Marcus asked.
“Dude, no. And I didn’t even fucking know you were coming over!”
“I told you we’d talk this week!” Marcus shouted.
“Yeah, but you didn’t give me a specific day!” I yelled back.
“Fair enough. But if you fuck with my sister—job or no job—you’re done for. Got it?”
“I got it, Marc,” I said. “Nothing is gonna happen between me and your sister.”
“Good.”
I held my hands up in mock surrender, which seemed to finally get him off my back. He flipped open the folder and started showing me the designs he had already sketched out. I was actually impressed. I hadn’t known he could draw to save his life, but I liked all the fresh color schemes and redesigns I saw. He had layouts done for the blog and suggested topics he wanted me to approve and deny. He even had sketches for the separate pages for every redesign he had come up with that showed me how he’d reorganize the information.
“It’s not just about looking good. It’s about putting the information in a place where it’s easy to access. You don’t want people visiting the website only to have to dig around and click four different buttons just to find out how to contact your company, but you also don’t want to give them everything in one go. You want them to poke around without getting frustrated when they can’t find what they’re looking for.”
“And you can do all this?” I asked.
Marcus grinned. “You just need to tell me which one you like the best.”
“Dude, this is the shit. What do you mean people won’t sign you on to do this stuff? I have five companies I could call right now who’d hire you in a heartbeat to do this shit!”
“Well, if they’re willing to pay the money, send ’em my way!” Marcus said.
We sat there and whittled down designs and color schemes and talked about blog topics for Marcus to start on. The whole time, there was something eating at the back of my mind. Hanna had felt nice pressed against me and my dick was ready to play. But I had just promised my best friend that I wouldn’t lay a finger on his sister, that I wouldn’t fool around with her.
The issue was, I wasn’t sure I could keep that promise.
“So, we’ve got this design with this design’s color scheme and this list of blog topics for the first three months of posts if you post bi-weekly,” Marcus said.
“Yep. Looks good to me.” I smiled.
Shit. I was in for a world of trouble.
Chapter 9
Hanna
I thought about what Kason had said at his house and wondered if he was serious about that internship. I had known he was going to talk with someone at his work, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon! He was even willing to make it a paid position, which would be perfect since I’d need to save up as much money as I could for when I got pregnant. I thought about being his secretary and the time we would ge
t to spend with one another. A part of me grew wary at the idea of seeing him so much. If he did agree to what I wanted, seeing me grow with his child might make him back out. He might get attached and want some sort of influential position in my or my child’s life. I wasn’t sure I could risk that.
I shook the thought from my head and turned my sights toward the event at the country club today. Apparently there was some sort of song and dance going on in the main part of the building and everyone was expected to attend. Mom wanted to take me to get a new dress, so we went shopping that afternoon, but I honestly didn’t want to go. We tried on dress after dress, and she criticized each one I put on. All I did was roll my eyes. Either the dress was too short or the fabric was too busy or the bust fabric was too low or the dress was too tight. I tried on twenty different dresses before I put my foot down and made up the excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go lay down before the event.
“Well, go ahead and get some rest. Maybe you can wear the dress you wore to the dinner party we catered. That dress looked so cute on you, and I’m sure a boy will snag you up at this dance in no time. Oh! I can just hear the wedding bells and see the babies now!”
“Thanks, Mom,” I murmured.
I went upstairs and lay down. When I woke up, it was an hour before the event. Mom was knocking on my door, beckoning for me to get dressed, and a thought crossed my mind. If I faked being sick and somehow got word to Kason, maybe I could get him to stay behind with me.
After all, there were a few things we really needed to talk about.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” mom asked softly. She came in and sat down on the side of my bed. When I groaned and pulled the covers over me, she filled in the blanks without me having to say a word.
“Oh, my baby has a migraine. Don’t worry. Let me get you a glass of water and some medicine. Then you can just hang behind tonight. There will be more parties before you head back to school.”
I sighed. “Thanks, Mom.”
She left the room, and I made my way to the bathroom where my luck just kept getting better and better. My brother’s phone was sitting on the edge of the counter and the screen hadn’t cut off yet, so his phone was still unlocked. I picked it up and navigated to his contacts, took a screenshot of Kason’s number, sent the photo to my phone, and then deleted the message.