Anything Like Me

by Kimberly Knight

  He reached between my legs again, running his hand against my slit, my faint juices slicking his fingertip.

  “Turn over, Baby,” he said after he worked my back.

  I happily obliged, needing him to touch my center more.

  His thumb grazed my clit; I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose. I thought about his fingers sliding in, teasing me, making me wetter…thought about his mouth in place of his fingers, licking up and down as my juices flowed out of my wet pussy.

  His hand cupped my mound, rubbing the lotion into my skin, making my pussy ache. I needed him to slip his finger in––to fill me just a little to satisfy the pain. I knew he could tell I was dripping––dripping with the need for him to fuck me.

  He pressed his finger against my slit as he rubbed the lotion into my center. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the slight pressure from his touch as I moaned just enough for him to hear me…for him to hear what he did to me.

  Brandon continued to play with me just a little, just enough to slick his finger with my wetness, and no longer needing the lotion. The ache between my legs grew, wanting to be released.

  “You like that?” he whispered.

  “Uh huh,” I moaned.

  His touch was exactly what I needed to wash my stress away, to feel love––not hurt.

  He was playing my desire. I couldn’t hold back a loud moan any longer. The moment he slipped his finger in a little farther, my whole body relaxed, sending a wave of calmness from my head to my toes.

  His hand left my mound and I looked up, wondering where his absent touch went. Brandon was squeezing the lotion in his palm and then started to caress my breasts, rubbing the lotion in as he worked my chest, making my nipples pucker as he skimmed the harden nubs.

  He worked the lotion around, kneading the top of my shoulders, working out all my knots that I had built up in the last few days. Then he slid down my whole body, rubbing the excess lotion off as he worked his way back to my center.

  I panted lightly, waiting for him to touch me again where I needed him most…waiting for him to relieve my built-up arousal.

  I spread my legs wider, granting him access as he lightly grazed my lips again and rubbed my clit with his thumb until I was on the brink of coming and then he stopped.

  He moved his body between my legs––my legs spreading as he positioned his head between them. His tongue dipped slightly into me, tasting my juices as I moaned, the warmness of his tongue overriding the coolness of the air.

  I needed the release––the first release. I gyrated my hips around his tongue that was lapping on my clit, trying to increase the friction. I could feel my juices dripping down between my legs and onto the sheets I laid on as he slipped two fingers in.

  His tongue still on my clit as the sensation build, Brandon thrust his fingers into me, stretching me and massaging my g-spot with the tip of his finger. His tongue continuing to flick my clit as my orgasm tore through me, my pussy tightening around his fingers.

  I was limp. My whole body was relaxed as I lay there panting as I came down.

  “Feel better?” he asked.

  “Oh yeah.” I smiled.

  *~*~*

  I knew something was really off when I missed my period. I thought that it was just stress; my boobs hurt like I was going to start my period, but then Becca and Ryan told me about how they had mood swings before they found out they were pregnant.

  “You think I am pregnant?” I asked.

  The three of us plus Jason Jr. were out to lunch, a monthly ritual we had come to enjoy. Brandon and Jason were at Max and Ryan’s new house in my neighborhood, remodeling their kitchen. They had just foreclosed on a home and Ryan talked Max into moving to the suburbs.

  When Ryan found out that she was pregnant, Max cut his hours at the law firm and starting planning for their future. We needed to talk Becca and Jason into moving to Kentfield, too, but that was probably far-fetched. Becca and Jason’s house was perfect for them in the Marina district. The suburbs were a better fit for me and Ryan, though.

  “Yes,” they said in unison.

  Was I? Brandon and I had been having sex without protection for many months now. I was starting to think that I wouldn’t get pregnant. When Ryan told me that she was pregnant, I was happy for her, but jealous. Now she was three months along and I might be pregnant, too.

  Becca and Ryan insisted that I take a pregnancy test right then and there in the restaurant.

  “You both are crazy,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Fine, let’s go back to my place and you stop and grab a test on the way over.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  I was excited. The thought of finally being pregnant––being able to make Brandon happy––and make our parents happy caused butterflies to swirl around in my belly.

  On the way to Becca’s, Ryan and I stopped at the drug store to pick up a test. She and I had carpooled from Kentfield and I also needed my best friend. I needed her in case I wasn’t really pregnant. In case that it was just stress.

  “What if I’m not pregnant?” I asked her. The nerves were starting to take over.

  “Then you and Brandon will continue to have hot monkey sex––duh!”

  I laughed at her. “Oh right. Of course.”

  “Spencer,” she said, turning to me as I drove. “Whatever that test says will be what’s meant to be. No matter what, you have me, you have Brandon, Becca, your family––everyone. Everyone loves you and you don’t need to have a baby to be loved.”

  “But, I want a baby to love.”

  “I know, I did, too. Look how long I waited.”

  “I know,” I mumbled.

  We drove to Becca’s house and I didn’t have to pee––of course. We sat around, forcing me to drink glasses of water until I finally did.

  “And now we wait,” I said.

  *~*~*

  I sat in the driveway, staring at the pregnancy test.

  Really?

  I couldn’t believe it. I walked into the house and saw Brandon sitting on the couch, fresh out of a shower.

  “Have fun with the girls?”

  “Of course,” I said, setting my purse on the table by the door. “Did you have fun with the guys?”

  “Ah––I wouldn’t call it fun.”

  “I figured. I think the fun part would be the demolition, not the lifting the heavy shit.”

  “Yeah, you could probably use it,” he teased.

  I knew I had been cranky lately. I had been under a lot of stress.

  “Probably,” I said. “I might have a solution.”

  “What? Killing everyone you come into contact with?”

  “Very funny,” I said, sticking out my tongue. “I gotta pee and then I will tell you my idea.”

  I walked up the stairs to our room. I didn’t need to pee. I needed a way of telling him the news. After finding what I needed in the closet, I walked back downstairs.

  “Happy Father’s Day,” I said, handing Brandon a gift bag.

  “Father’s Day?” He eyed me curiously as he pulled the long bracelets shaped box out of the bag.

  “Well, it’s tomorrow, but figured it was okay to give you your present now.”

  “Jewelry?” he asked, holding the same box he gave me for my twenty-eight birthday. “Did Niner get me this?”

  “Just open it, Babe.”

  He slowly opened the velvet lid, a smile spread across his lips and his eyes became glassy.

  “You’re pregnant?” he asked, holding the pregnancy test in his hand.

  “Yes,” I said, my own tears forming in my eyes.

  He sat the box on the table, picked me up and spun me around in his arms. “If he’s Anything Like Me, he’s going to marry his everything.”

  “And if she’s Anything Like Me, she’s going to marry her everything.”

  EPILOGUE

  You were sent to rescue me––a miracle God gave to me, giving me strength to go on. A reason to believe that everyone gets thei
r happily ever after. My darkness turned to light and I was given this gift––a gift to love you. I will love you more than life itself.

  The little feet kicked inside my belly, a feeling I had grown accustomed to these last eight months––my little family growing every day. I wondered if our baby would look like me or look like Brandon. Everything was a mystery.

  I watched Becca and Ryan through their pregnancy, but I had no idea the love I would hold for someone who I had never held in my arms. I hadn’t had the chance to hear their voice, see them smile or never let them out of my sight, but I knew without a doubt, I would do anything no matter what it took to protect the little person I was creating.

  After Ryan had her baby girl, Abby, I couldn’t wait to hold my baby for the first time. Those tiny fingers and toes wiggled as she squirmed in my arms as I held her against my growing belly.

  “Your best friend will be here soon,” I whispered in her ear.

  I knew without a doubt that our children would be best friends. Being only four months apart was as if God’s plan was for me and Ryan to be friends forever. From the moment we met, I knew we were inseparable. We had both moved on with our lives, but the forces of nature were keeping us together.

  The home that they bought across the street became available the day before Ryan found out she was pregnant. I had always known that things happen for a reason. After Ryan moved in, we planted a lemon tree. Both of our lives had made plenty of lemonade and we planned to keep making it until we were old and grey.

  “What if it’s a boy?” Brandon whispered.

  “They can still be BFFs. He and Jason Jr. will protect Abby and love her like a sister.”

  “And if we have a girl?”

  “Have you seen the way Ryan and I are? No girls will have a chance with him. Our girls will make sure the girls after his heart are right for him. You know, protect him, too.” I shrugged.

  I thought about that day in the hospital. I didn’t care what we were having. All I wanted was for my baby to be healthy and I would be happy.

  “Ready?” Brandon asked, coming into the living room.

  “Yep––wait, I need to pee first,” I said.

  “Of course you do,” he mumbled.

  Our baby shower was being held at Blake’s nightclub that was closed during the day—the same place that I had my bridal shower, but now it wasn’t a bare room. Blake had surprised me. After he nearly caused Brandon and me to break up, he focused on work and not women. He and Stacey were still––whatever, but he had a successful business now.

  Blake was in the process of opening a nightclub at the Houston location. I figured he picked Houston so he could be there for a few months and be closer to Stacey. He was starting to surprise me. After his big brother came down on him––hard, it was like he was a different person.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” I said, grabbing my purse.

  “You sure? You think you can make it all the way into the city this time?”

  “Shut up! You try having a bowling ball on your bladder and you see how it is,” I said, punching him in the arm.

  “Still haven’t lost the baby temper.”

  “Do you want to live long enough to meet this baby?”

  “Alright alright, get in the car,” he said, rubbing the arm I punched.

  We rode into the city and we barely made it in time before I had to pee. Brandon knew me well.

  We walked into the nightclub that our parents, Ryan and Becca decorated with pink and blue balloons.

  “Are you really not going to tell me what you’re having?” Ryan huffed.

  “Nope,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Spencer!”

  “No one knows but me and Brandon. Calm the fuck down. You will find out in like an hour.”

  “This is seriously fucked up.”

  “Stop bitching and get me a cookie.”

  I remembered that with Becca’s pregnancy, she craved lemonade. Ryan craved hot Cheetos and I was craving anything sweet. It had even gotten to the point where Brandon was tired of going downstairs at home in the middle of the night to get me something sugary. He kept a box of Oreos fully stocked on my nightstand, so I didn’t have to wake him up while I was having cravings at all odd hours.

  I woke up several times a night. I caught up on my romance novels that were piling up on the “To-Be-Read” list, watched Dirty Dancing and Serendipity twenty times each and was barely able to make it through a whole day of work during the week.

  Because of the long drive, I started to work from home and slowly started to train Becca to take over my position. Everyday, she and Ryan––as well as anyone I talked to, asked me what the sex of the baby was.

  They knew I knew. I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone.

  I greeted my friends and family, mingled with them until my feet killed and I had to sit down. My parents came over to me, my mother rubbing my belly and again asked me to tell just them the sex of the baby.

  They couldn’t wait to finally spoil our little bundle and Aimee was finally getting the grandchild she thought she was having about a year ago.

  Ryan let everyone eat and then they started to play games. Max held Abby on his hip as he, Jason and Brandon talked amongst themselves. They would all be dads soon. I hoped the world was ready for the next generation of friends to take over.

  After all the games were over except the last one, Brandon and I walked to the front of the room where a large box held the color balloons of the sex we were having. The game was called Pink or Blue. Everyone had to write down what they thought we were having.

  We tried tricking people by giving them a name that would work for a boy and a girl. Some thought that just by the name, they knew what we were having. Kyle would be our baby’s name. Of course, Kyle is more of a boy’s name, however I knew of a certain “housewife” that had the name Kyle.

  Everyone submitted their choices and Brandon and I looked at each other and smiled.

  “Ready?” Brandon asked me.

  “Yep.”

  Brandon cut the tape on the box while I held the flaps down. Once he was done cutting the center of the box with the scissors, our hands slowly pulled away from the lid and let the blue balloons fly.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  First, I would like to thank my husband for all his patience these last few months. It's been tough trying to write and juggle life at the same time, but you have let me live my dream and that is all I could ask for. This last year has been trying, but we are surviving!

  Also thank you, Audrey Harte, for all the hours we spent brainstorming and editing each chapter by chapter. I really, truly, couldn’t have done it without you and I am so thankful you are a part of my life. Can you imagine how many books we could write if we lived in the same town? Well––maybe we wouldn’t write that many because we would be at the Cheesecake Factory every night!

  To “The Wingman”, James Holeva, wow––where do I even begin? You came into my life at the right time. Thank you for always making me laugh, our late night calls that lasted for hours and for helping me realize what I should and shouldn’t care about. Thank you for helping me with part of chapter 10. I will always cherish our friendship and can’t wait until you make it big and you cast me as an extra in your TV series and movies! I truly love you my BFF! Now, go tell your “whores” about me!

  Also my beta readers, Brandi Flanagan, Donna Sabino, Kerri McLaughlin, Lori Keller, and Stephanie DeLamater: thank you for your honest feedback. I know it's hard to be honest sometimes, but you know I needed it! Also, thank you for being admins for my Street Team and helping me with all the assignments. I’m sorry if I get demanding at times, lol.

  Speaking of my Street Team, thank you, thank you to them for all the pimping. Without fans like you, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Keep spreading the word and I’ll keep writing!

  To all the bloggers, thank you for all the pimping and hard work in promoting me and my books as well. I truly love all of you and wish I
could give you the world!

  Thank you Hope Welsh for teaching me the ropes and helping me get my facts straight. I’ve learned so much this last year.

  HB Heinzer, Roomie, thank you for all the venting sessions and brainstorming. One day, the world will know what we do. Also, thank you for my website and the many hours you took adding everything I wanted. I try not to be a pain in the ass, but I think I was!

  To all the fans that sent me private message, prayers and comments when you learned about my health situation, thank you. I never expected for so many people to care about me. You all make me want to keep writing for you. You make me happy and I want to make you happy. I hope you all continue to follow me through my many years of writing.

  Kris Adams, again, thank you for getting me in touch with one sexy man who will forever be on the B&S Series!

  And last but not least, thank you Joe Marvullo for giving me the hottest book covers ever! You’re turning into the next Fabio, but I am so happy to be you first.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Kimberly Knight has just moved from the Bay Area in California to the mountains near a lake with her loving husband and spoiled cat, Precious. In her spare time, she enjoys watching her favorite reality TV shows, playing co-ed slow pitch softball in a few local leagues, and playing computer games like World of Warcraft with Audrey Harte and online poker. Now that she is near a lake, she plans on working on her tan and doing more outdoor stuff like...watching hot guys ski. However, the bulk of her time is dedicated to writing and reading Romance and Erotic fiction.