by Q. B. Tyler
“My son tells me that it was your idea.” Her gaze narrows at me and the tears begin to flood my eyes.
“Drew!” Will growls at his brother and he winces.
“I didn’t mean—”
“Jesus Christ, Drew cut the fucking cord already. Do you have to tell her everything?” Will barks. “Mother, Charley and I decided it was for the best, together.”
“Funny, that all of your bad ideas start with this young lady.”
I’m torn between telling this bitch where she could stick her unsolicited opinion, and keeping quiet out of respect that this is Will’s mother. But she is testing me.
“Di,” J.R. says, the lawyer in him having picked up on my tense stance.
“J.R., you know our son is fine. I mean what is a drinking problem anyway? Who doesn’t like a casual cocktail here and there? Speaking of which, is that why this house is drier than the Sahara now?”
Will glances at me and I haven’t had a chance to tell him that I’ve purged the house of all alcohol. “I…I wasn’t sure if it could be in the house? I just didn’t want you to be tempted,” I say, stumbling slightly out of nervousness. “I read that the constant stimulation isn’t good. I know a lot of it was expensive so I didn’t dump it…it’s just not here.”
He gives me a smile and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Thank you.”
“Will!” Diana scolds and I see the familiar look in his eyes. He’s about to snap.
“Mother!” he roars. “You need to leave. Actually, all of you need to leave. Now. I just got home, and I want to be with my fiancée. I don’t know why you felt the need to show up here unannounced. But as you can see, I’m fine. And Mother, seeing as how you still haven’t learned the appropriate way to speak to Charley, you have to go.”
“Will, don’t be like that! We just want what’s best for you.”
“Which is Charley.”
“Until she does to you what she did to that poor unsuspecting ex-husband of hers.”
“Mom, there’s really a lot more to that story you don’t know,” Drew interjects, and I wonder just how much Will has shared with him.
“Enough!” Will yells, and I flinch beside him, although I know it’s not directed at me. “All of you, OUT!”
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, Will.”
“Wow, you can actually say that without turning into a pillar of salt?” I snap, and I immediately know I’ve gone too far when I feel Will tense next to me. Drew’s eyes widen although I do notice a hint of amusement behind them, and J.R shakes his head.
She glares at me, her eyes almost penetrating my soul. “Excuse me but you can’t—” she starts.
“Actually, I can,” I interrupt. “I’ve sat and taken a lot from you, jumped through countless of your hoops in attempts to prove that I love your son and yet, you treat me as if I’m not good enough.” I shake my head. “I guess that makes sense, given from what I’ve observed you treat him the same way.”
The room is silent. “Charley.” I hear his voice in my ear and I look up at the blue eyes that hold so much emotion.
“Sorry, I… I snapped,” I whisper at him.
“Well,” I hear as Diana moves to her feet sliding her gloves on her hands dramatically, “I have never been so insulted. You’ve been a part of his life for five minutes and you think you have the right to pass judgment on me?” She stops in front of me. “Hmm. Silly girl.” She turns to Will and her demeanor changes instantly. “Goodbye, darling!” She gives him an air kiss before she heads out of the living room.
J.R. stands from the couch and follows her same course stopping before me. “You only get one of those in this family. So, I hope that felt good,” he warns before he follows his wife into the foyer. I let out the breath I’ve been holding since Diana left the room once I hear the door close behind them, leaving us alone with Drew.
“You told Mom it was Charley’s idea? You didn’t tell her you supported it? Did you even bother to tell her everything? Or just enough to villainize the woman I love?” I can hear the anger in his voice and see it in his eyes.
Drew puts his hands up defensively. “I told her I thought it was a good idea…but I didn’t think you wanted me explaining to her my reasoning for it. And lay off, will you? I’m sorry!”
“Sorry?! Do you think sorry is enough to fix what just happened here?”
“It’s not—” I start when I see Will’s gaze snap to mine. “Baby, it’s not his fault.”
“No, it is.” He nods and stares at his brother with cold eyes. “Maybe he didn’t make you say what you said, but he knew what to do to plant the seed with my mother. He knew your relationship was precarious, and yet he was in her ear telling her it was your idea!”
“Will—” Drew starts.
“This is so typical of you. And I thought after we talked last week, you’d be more mindful about this bullshit, but I guess not. You’ll never change.”
I see the look in Drew’s eyes, and I wonder if his words are cutting him deeper than Will realizes. “Baby…” I grab his face and make him look at me, wondering if he’s going to snap at me next, but his eyes soften dramatically. I search his face, trying to discover what’s lying beneath the mask that he has on right now.
“You should go,” he tells Drew finally as he turns his gaze back to him.
“Will, it wasn’t my intention to turn anyone against Charley…I certainly never meant to hurt either of you.” His expression looks so lost and hurt, I actually feel bad; I don’t think he really meant any harm.
Will doesn’t say anything and Drew nods. “Okay then, well…I guess call me when you’re ready to talk?”
Will nods but still doesn’t say anything as he walks out of his living room. The click of the door closing snaps Will out of his quiet seething and I feel myself being lifted off the ground and pushed hard against the wall. His lips find my neck as his erection grinds into my core once again though he’s significantly less hard. His tongue starts at the bottom of my neck and drags upwards slowly towards my ear before he presses a kiss there causing me to shudder.
“I’m sorry,” he says in my ear. “I’m sorry for how she speaks to you.”
My hands find the back of his neck, as I play with the hair there. “Stop,” I tell him as I pull his lips from my neck. “That’s not your fault but…should we talk about what just happened?”
“I don’t want to talk, I want to be inside of you.”
“And we can do that too, I just…what was that with your brother?”
“Charley…can we not do this right now?”
I bite my bottom lip, and it’s as if it doesn’t have the same reaction as it always does because he sighs and sets me gently on my feet. He puts one hand on either side of my head boxing me against the wall. “We need to talk,” he says, his voice so low it sends a chill through me.
“Okay?” I wince and his hand finds my face in response. He strokes my cheek a few times and he places a kiss on my lips. Before I know it, he’s leading me to the couch and sits me down. He sits on his coffee table in front of me so that we are facing each other.
“When you said that my mother treated you a certain way because of how she treats me… what did you mean by that?” He narrows his eyes, and I realize now that in that simple comment, I may have unlocked a whole bunch of complex and painful memories. God, maybe I really am a fucking trigger.
“I’m sorry I said that, I—”
His finger finds my lips and he shakes his head. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it,” he says, and I’m transported back to a time where I was sitting on a similar couch in front of Will Montgomery.
“I mean it this time. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Why? You believe that.”
“She was right, I shouldn’t have passed judgment.”
“As my future wife and the woman that promises to love me above all else, I would say that you’re a little bit entitled to your opinion.” He holds his thumb and index finger very clos
e together.
I lick my lips, the tears forming in my eyes as I take a deep breath. “I believe it.”
My heart is racing a mile a minute, there’s a thin layer of sweat coating every inch of my body as I come down from what was probably my fourth orgasm in the last hour. The man in charge of giving me all four of them is still on top of me, giving my breasts lazy kisses, allowing his tongue to trace my hardened nipple.
Shortly after his parents left, he carried me to his bedroom kissing me the entire way there. I barely had a chance to think before my boots were thrown across the room and all of my clothes were flying off of me.
Will reacquainted himself with every inch of my body starting with my belly. He talked to it, telling the growing baby that he couldn’t wait to meet them. How Daddy was sorry for everything and promised to be the best father ever. And most importantly how he loved us more than anything. He gave me kisses everywhere from the tips of my toes to the space behind my earlobes and gave special attention to my breasts and my aching pussy. Sure, enough he made good on his promise and our first orgasms came from me sitting on his face with his cock in my mouth.
I had barely come down from the orgasm before I was riding him, desperate for the connection that came from him shooting his seed into the place that had brought new life.
“I can’t come again,” I moan out as I feel his fingers rubbing my folds gently.
“Yes, you can,” he mumbles against my breast as he bares his teeth and grazes the sensitive skin. I whimper in response as he bites down gently. “Just give me one more, baby.”
I grab his head pulling him up my body so that we are nose to nose. “You’re trying to kill me, Will.”
“No, just your ability to walk tomorrow.”
I chuckle as his lips find my neck and his cock finds my folds. I feel him draw his tongue across my neck and he groans in response. “Even your sweat tastes sweet.”
He slides through my slightly abused pussy and begins to rock in and out of me gently. “Don’t fall asleep,” he whispers in my ear just as my eyes flutter closed.
“I’m not.” I let my head fall to the side as I feel sleep and my orgasm coming at me at equal speeds letting me know that the tingly feeling shooting through me will lead me right to a peaceful slumber.
“I love you, Charley,” he murmurs in my ear and his words feel like warm honey all over.
“I love—” I start as I feel my orgasm begin to move through me.
“There it is,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, baby,” he says as I feel like I’m shattering into a million pieces. I scream out his name as he continues to thrust into me chasing his own orgasm. I hear my name leave his lips as they find mine, gently leaving kisses all over my face before he slowly pulls out of me. The last thing I feel before sleep finds me is him spooning me from behind, his hand resting protectively over my belly.
* * *
IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE Will’s week in rehab, and I have to say that his mood has dramatically improved. Maybe it has something to do with my first trimester turning me into a horny, sex-crazed mess. If Will and I are in the same room, I’m on top of him, my hands down his pants and my lips on his neck. I don’t think I’ve had so much sex in my life, and he seems happy to oblige. Last night, he actually told me he couldn’t go again after three back to back rounds of sex. So, he brought me to a mind-numbing orgasm with his mouth instead. In short, things have been wonderful.
Will and I booked a month long Euro-trip for February and we are unbelievably excited for this adventure—and of course all of the pasta that Italy has to offer. Neither of us studied abroad in college or has done a lot of traveling for the sake of travel and exploration, so it’ll be a new experience for both of us.
I’m about seven weeks along, and the baby is growing perfectly. You would think I’m ready to go into labor, though, with the way Will has been fussing over me. He’s gone with me to every appointment and gotten up with me every time I’ve had morning sickness, and any time I even mention a food item, it’s sitting in front of me before I can blink. And I thought he was attentive to my needs before…
We had an appointment earlier this week, and the second the doctor “gave mom and dad a minute alone,” the tears were sliding down my cheeks as I took in the image on the monitor of the tiny human growing inside of me.
“Wow,” I hear his voice right at my ear as he squeezes my hand gently. “That’s…our baby.”
I turn my head slightly to look at him and his gaze is fixated on the monitor. I wipe the tears from my eyes and I nod. “So tiny,” I say as I press my fingertips to the screen. “I love you so much,” I say, talking to the screen before turning back to the equally emotional father next to me. “And you.” He finally breaks his gaze from the monitor and looks at me, the love and adoration glowing in his eyes.
“You gave me the most precious gift, Charlotte.” He cups my cheeks and brushes his lips against mine. “Thank you.” He kisses me again, his tongue desperately seeking mine as it slides through my lips. I whimper in response as I feel the blood rushing through my veins. I was seconds from asking him if he could climb on top of the bed and have his way with me when the doctor returns.
She chuckles when she sees us break apart and I feel my cheeks get hot in response. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. First kid…I know the drill.” She winks before settling in to tell us all about our baby’s vitals.
I smile as I run my fingers over the small black and white picture and press a kiss to it before sliding it back into my wallet just as I feel Will’s presence. I look up to see him strolling into our bedroom. He sits next to me on our bed and presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“Baby, we have to tell them.”
“Now?” I ask as I think about the “them” in question.
Will had it out with his parents right after the last time they were here when Diana and I both shared our feelings. Will made it clear that I was here to stay and that we wanted nothing more to do with them. Since then, they’d both been calling non-stop wanting to “make amends” with both of us. I’m skeptical, but it appears as though my pregnancy has made Will more forgiving, loving, and accepting. His parents still don’t know about my pregnancy, and he wants to share that with them. Somewhere deep inside I wonder if he’s so anxious to tell them because it’s one thing Will is doing before his brother—grandchildren.
But I suppose that’s a conversation for another time.
“I just think they should know. Trust me, I know how they are, but…they’re trying.” He assures me. I know that they’re trying now. I guess, better late than never?
I sigh. “I already agreed to go to dinner at your parents’ house. I just don’t see why we have to tell them about the baby now.”
“You really want to wait? You told your mom,” he says quietly.
“Yes, the difference is my mom actually likes me,” I tell him, and Will cocks his head to the side. “We aren’t married…they probably don’t even consider us really engaged, and I can just see your mom insinuating that I trapped you. All while your father is drafting our prenuptial agreement in his head.” I shake my head as I think about the only thing that hasn’t happened this month. I look down at my naked ring finger wondering when Will was planning to give me the ring that I know he has.
“Hey,” he says as he pulls me into his lap. I wrap my legs around his back as he cups my face. “None of that is going to happen, alright? I’ve given my parents explicit instructions, and if they don’t follow them, we’re leaving. I won’t let them hurt you, Charley. I’ll protect you.”
I wake the next morning to kisses on my face and one hand rubbing my naked belly which eventually snakes down lower and lower until I feel his hand rubbing my sex. My eyes flutter open with the biggest smile on my face as I see Will staring down at me. “Good morning, beautiful,” he tells me before he presses a kiss to my lips. He moves the blanket off of me, exposing me to him and the cool air of the bedroom, and I whim
per at the immediate loss of heat.
“Will, it’s cold!” I giggle.
“I’ll warm you,” he says with a devilish smirk before he moves so that he’s hovering on top of me and lines his cock up with my pussy. I feel my arousal forming as he coats his dick with my cum, dragging his dick through my folds, back and forth, grazing my clit each time. I feel the tingles in my core as I feel the orgasm building from the constant contact with my sensitive bundle of nerves. He strays away from my clit, much to my disappointment and begins to push inside as his hands find mine, lacing our fingers and pulling them above my head. He continues to thrust into me, his eyes boring into mine. It’s so intense I don’t dare look away, I can’t even blink.
“Oh God!” I moan as I feel him hit my cervix lightly and I squeeze my eyes shut in response.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he demands.
My eyes fly open, to find his piercing gaze staring at me. “Let my hands go,” I beg. “Please! I need to touch you.”
He frees my hands from his grip and within a second, my hands find the back of his head, my nails dragging along his scalp, through his hair. “Charley,” he groans. “You. Feel. So. Good.” I wrap my legs around him tighter and my arms around his neck.
“Kiss me,” I plead, knowing that his lips on my neck is one way to push me over the edge when I’m this close.
He attaches his lips to my neck, his tongue darting out to lick the skin behind my ear. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel your pussy pulse around my cock,” he whispers sinfully in my ear.
He says these things to me every time we’re intimate, and his words never fail to make me blush just like the first time.
My mind drifts back to that first time. That first Monday in May that changed my entire life. It’s hard to believe that was seven months ago. Seven months ago, I jumped down the rabbit hole and I haven’t looked up since.
Seven months ago…
“Once I have a taste I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop.”