Play With Me, Baby: A Yeah, Baby Novella

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by Fiona Davenport


  Macy opened the door and scrambled out, already sprinting to the front door before I’d even exited the car. I wasn’t far behind her and she’d already unlocked it when I caught up. Two steps in, I slammed the door shut and whirled her around, gently shoving her back up against a wall.

  My mouth slammed down onto her once again, only breaking our connection to rip her shirt over her head. After I’d taken my fill of her mouth, I drew her loose bra down her arms and it fell to the ground. “You are so fucking hot, angel.” I dropped to my knees in front of her, our height difference putting me at the perfect level to suck one peaked nipple into my mouth while at the same time removing her jeans and underwear.

  I kissed my way down until I reached her pussy, the sweet scent making my mouth water. Pushing her legs wide, I lifted one of them over my shoulder, exposing her sex completely. It was pink and shimmering with her arousal. “Look at you,” I growled. “So wet and ready for me. I love your pretty little pussy, baby. Love tasting your sweetness, love fucking it with my cock.”

  Macy whimpered and her hips bucked. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need,” I growled before licking up her center. She cried out and it sent a jolt straight to my cock, causing come to leak from it and making a mess of my suit pants. I sucked her hard clit and plunged two fingers up into her. She was so primed it immediately set her off. Her screams rang through the entry, echoing off the marble floors.

  Surging to my feet, I discarded the rest of my clothes before lifting her up and grinding my erection into her, pressing her hard into the wall. Even though I’d licked her clean moments before, her pussy was already drenched again and coating my cock with her slick juices.

  “I need you,” she breathed while licking around the metal bar through my nipple before sucking it into her mouth. I groaned, half a breath from losing control.

  “Tell me you love me, angel,” I demanded, rubbing my cock between her folds.

  “I love you so much, Rhys.” I slipped just the tip in, then pulled back, almost grinning at her little growl of displeasure.

  I rubbed my piercing over her clit and demanded, “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “Please!” she pleaded desperately.

  “Tell me what I want to hear, angel. Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Rhys. Fuck! Please, baby. Fuck me.”

  “Damn fucking right you belong to me, angel,” I ground out as I plunged balls deep inside her. “This hot, tight pussy belongs to me.” I punctuated my words with another hard thrust. My hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. “These perfect tits belong to me.” Thrust. My hands slid back to grasp her ass. “This ass is all mine.” Thrust. “But what I really want is your love.” Thrust. “It’s mine, isn’t it Macy?”

  “Yes!” she screamed.

  “Fuck, I love you so much, baby.” A wild, animalistic beast clawed to the surface and I fucked her hard and fast, driving us both closer and closer to oblivion.

  “Yes! I’m almost—Don’t stop, Rhys!”

  If I hadn’t been lost to my need for her, I might have laughed. Nothing could make me stop now.

  “Fuck, Macy! Oh, yeah! Just like that. Fuck!” I shouted. “Come, angel. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock, sucking up every fucking drop of my come.” She may not have admitted it out loud, but her walls clamped down at my words. She wanted my baby. She was so tight, I had to fight my way out so I could push back in. “Let go, Macy,” I commanded, and my roar battled with her screams as we came together.

  It was one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had and my knees were weak. So, I twisted around and slid down the wall to sit on the ground as we panted and tried to recover. I kept her flush against me, still buried deep, not wanting any of my seed to leak. If she wasn’t already, I was sure this time I’d succeeded in planting my baby in her belly.

  My mouth sought out hers and I kissed her tenderly, pouring my love into it. “I love you, angel,” I whispered. “If this is what’s going to happen every time you get published, I’m going to make sure every one of your books lands before the right set of eyes.”

  Macy giggled. “You act like it was all your doing that got me published.” She smacked my chest and I stopped breathing as I realized what I’d said. “Not that you weren’t integral by talking me into sending my book to them.” She kissed my chin, then down my neck. I stifled my sigh of relief when it was clear she’d misunderstood me.

  “You better call Weston. We might be a little late since you got me all dirty and now I need to shower,” she smirked.

  Without losing our connection, I carefully got to my feet and carried her upstairs to our bedroom. Entering the master bath, I set her on the counter and finally withdrew. I hated leaving the warmth and comfort inside her. I would give up anything if I could live with my cock permanently in her pussy.

  After pressing the button to activate the heated floors and picking the water temperature on the digital display by the shower, I picked her up again and carried her under the spray.

  “You’re always carrying me,” she mumbled, shaking her head, though her arms clung to me a little tighter.

  “That’s because I like having you pressed against me,” I murmured against her lips. “And, you’re tiny, angel. Lighter than a feather.” I grinned when she frowned.

  “I am not tiny!”

  I squeezed her affectionately. “You’re perfect for me.”

  “You always say the sweetest things.” She sighed and melted into me. Where there was Macy, an erection was never far behind. And, holding her naked in my arms, under the hot water, had him standing at full attention. Macy’s eyebrows raised when the tip brushed against her ass. She grinned seductively. “I guess we’re going to be really late.”

  “Holy cow!” Aspen shrieked, pulling Macy in for a hug. She rolled her eyes when I grumbled and tugged Macy back into my embrace. I didn’t like anyone wrapping themselves around my woman, even if it was another female who was happily married.

  Macy had waited until after dinner, which we were surprisingly only twenty minutes late for, to share her news. As expected, Aspen and Jenna were over the moon for her.

  “I want all the details!” Jenna clapped her hands excitedly as she spoke.

  We moved to their living room and Macy happily told them everything that had been in the email. The cry of a baby sounded through the monitor on the end table and Weston kissed Aspen’s forehead before leaving the room.

  Jenna was cocooned in Quinn’s arms on the couch, but she sat forward and tapped her chin with her index finger, looking thoughtful.

  “What was the name of the publishing house?”

  Dread trickled into my veins and my arms tightened around Macy.

  “Harbor House Publishing.” She titled her head up and smiled at me, her eyes sparkling.

  I leaned down and kissed her nose, hoping she wouldn’t notice my apprehension.

  “That sounds familiar,” Aspen mused.

  Jenna snapped her fingers and sat up straight. “Oh, I know!” She looked at me, completely unaware of the fact that she was about to make my life a lot fucking harder. “Isn’t that where your friend’s sister works? Kassidy something?”

  Macy froze. I think even her heart stopped beating for a moment. Then she slowly pulled out of my embrace. “Kassidy Bell?” she asked Jenna.

  “That’s right,” Aspen jumped in. “She’s Dillon’s sister. What a coincidence.”

  Macy turned to face me. “Is it?” she asked quietly, her emerald eyes icy.

  Fucking hell.

  Macy

  I forced myself to remain calm. It wasn’t an easy task because I was filled with a confusing mixture of hurt and pissed off, but I wasn’t in the mood to make an ass out of myself in front of an audience. If it was just Aspen, it would be different since I knew my best friend would never judge me. She’d be the first to have my back, just like I’ve had hers many times before. And guessing by the looks on Jenna and Quinn’s faces, they already had a go
od idea just how pissed off I was about what I suspected Rhys had done. But even if they’d understand me pitching a fit, it didn’t matter because this was a conversation I wanted to have with Rhys in private. And that meant we couldn’t do it here.

  Once I’d managed to get a hold of my emotions, I turned to look at Aspen. “Dinner was great, but Rhys and I need to head out now.”

  She jumped up from her seat and gave me a big hug. “Give him hell,” she whispered in my ear. I nodded jerkily in agreement. “And after you’ve gotten some of the anger out of your system, listen when he explains what dumb, masculine logic was behind whatever it was that he did. You’re not going to want to hear what he has to say, but I’ve seen you with him—you’re going to hate it even more if things don’t work out between the two of you.”

  Her warning wasn’t what I wanted to hear right at that moment, but it was probably exactly what I needed. A reminder of what was at stake. “Okay,” I agreed, my voice shaky.

  She offered me an encouraging smile, one I didn’t have in me to return, as she backed away so I could say goodbye to Jenna and Quinn.

  “Guys can be idiots—” Jenna started.

  “Hey!” her fiancé complained.

  “Let me finish,” she huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “As I was saying, guys can be idiots but they usually mean well. You just need to put him on a shorter leash going forward so he doesn’t mess up quite so badly again.”

  Even with as angry as I was, I still giggle-snorted at the image that popped in my head of Jenna leading Quinn around by a leash.

  “I’ll show you a shorter leash when we get home tonight,” Quinn purred, making Jenna’s face fill with heat as her eyes widened in embarrassment.

  “I was only gone for ten minutes. How the fuck did the conversation turn into shit that’s likely to get Quinn killed?” Weston growled as he walked into the living room.

  “Long story short, Macy got a publishing deal.” Aspen held one hand up to stop her husband from interrupting when his eyes lit up and he started to open his mouth. “You’re going to have to save your congratulations for later because it’s with a company where Rhys has a personal connection, so he has some explaining to do to my very stubborn best friend who never wants to accept help from anyone.”

  “Stubborn is an understatement,” Weston muttered, turning towards me. “But let me know if you need any help kicking his ass.”

  “Seriously?” Rhys grumbled, shooting him a frustrated look. “Like you don’t understand exactly where I was coming from? And what ever happened to solidarity of gender?”

  “Maybe I do.” Aspen giggled and mumbled “maybe” under her breath in a sarcastic tone. Weston pulled her into his side and gave her a big squeeze before continuing. “But I warned you about my talent for burying bodies before you got involved with her. Now you’ve hurt her, and you need to figure out how to make it right before I have to step in and do something about it.”

  Rhys looked like he was ready to take Weston on, his muscles bunched up as he glared at his friend. “She’s mine.”

  “I never said she wasn’t, just that you’d better fix what you’ve broken.”

  “I fucking love her. Of course I’m going to fix this.”

  “I’ve had enough of the male pissing contest you two have going on.” I glared at both men. “Weston, there’s no need for you to grab a shovel because I’m perfectly capable of kicking Rhys’s ass if I need to.”

  “Plus she has me to help bury his body if it comes down to that,” Aspen piped in.

  “And you”—I wagged my finger at Rhys—“If you want any chance of fixing this, we need to go. Now.”

  “Good luck,” Weston chuckled.

  “I think I’m going to need it,” Rhys muttered as we walked out the door.

  I marched to the car and flung the door open, not waiting for him to get it for me like he always did, and flinched when he shut it hard after I’d gotten in.

  He turned to me when he climbed into the driver’s side. “Macy—”

  “Just drive.” My voice broke and a tear slid down my cheek.

  “Shit, angel,” Rhys hissed.

  “No,” I ground out. “I want to have this talk at your place.”

  “At our place. Our home,” he corrected.

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “Our home.”

  As he started up the engine and pulled away from the curb, I turned towards the window and stared out, watching another tear trail down my cheek. It hurt, thinking about how I’d come to view his house as my home. Depending on how our conversation went, I might not feel the same way about his house by the end of the night. The pain was almost overwhelming as I sat there, silently crying the whole drive.

  When he pulled into the driveway, I didn’t even wait for him to cut the engine off before I ripped off my seatbelt and flung my door open. I heard his footsteps behind me as I raced into the house, near desperate for the privacy and comfort the house offered.

  “Why did you do it?” I cried out as soon as the door shut behind us.

  “Bedroom,” he growled, stripping of his clothes as he walked away from me.

  “What the hell?” I grumbled, following after him.

  “You wanted to have this conversation in our home, and I let you have that—stuck listening to you crying without being able to do anything about it.”

  Shit, so much for thinking I was doing it silently.

  “You got what you wanted. We’re going to talk about this at home, in our fucking bed.”

  “But—”

  “Don’t,” he hissed. “I get that I fucked up and need to explain to you what happened with Kassidy and Harbor House. But you’re mine, and this shit isn’t going to change that. Nothing ever will.”

  There was vulnerability and pain in his voice, almost as much as I was feeling. It made me pause, reminded me what was at stake. I was willing to bend, but only a little. Toeing off my shoes, I sat on the edge of the mattress. “Fine. I’m on the bed. But I’m not getting naked.” Because if I did, I knew exactly how this conversation would go—and there wouldn’t be a whole lot of words involved.

  “I can live with that. For now.”

  “Then answer my question,” I demanded.

  He plopped down next to me, sighing heavily. “Because I fucking hate the idea of you working at Dirty Players. Of douchebags thinking you’re fair game because of it when you’re mine. Of not being there to protect you while you’re working.”

  “I know you hate it, but the job there is only temporary until I get a—”

  “Publishing deal,” he finished for me.

  “One that I earned, though.” My voice cracked in the middle. I’d been so proud of myself when I opened that email, and it was devastating to know I hadn’t earned that offer because of my talent.

  “You did,” he vowed. “Kassidy’s my friend, but she would never have pushed for the deal they offered you unless she loved your book as much as I did.”

  “You really loved it?” Gah! I sounded so insecure, but when it came to my writing that was exactly what I was in some ways.

  “Yes, angel. So did Harbor House.” He moved away from me, grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled his phone out of the pocket. “And I can prove it to you.”

  He jabbed his finger at the screen and the sound of it ringing on the other end filled the air.

  “Hey, Peanut Buttercup! Did your girl tell you the news?”

  “Peanut Buttercup?” I mouthed at him.

  He grimaced and shook his head. If it had been under any other circumstances, I would have joked about his friend’s play on his name. But we had serious stuff to work out. There was definitely a story there, but it was one for another day when we didn’t have serious stuff to work out.

  “Yeah, Kassidy. I’ve actually got you on speakerphone, and I need you to clear something up for Macy before she does something stupid like turn down the deal you guys offered to her.”

  “No! She can’t do that!”r />
  Kassidy sounded panicked by the idea, and some of the tension left my body.

  “Then you’d better convince her that you didn’t make the offer because of who she is to me.”

  “Macy, I would never pick up a book because of a friend. Take the time to read it and see if the story is a good fit for us? Absolutely! But that’s where my loyalty to my friend ends, and the businesswoman kicks in.”

  “So you liked her story?”

  “Like isn’t a strong enough word. I loved it, and we’re publishing it because I think it has the potential to be a best seller.”

  “Really?” I squeaked.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” she responded.

  “Okay.”

  “You’re going to accept our offer?”

  I nodded, but it was Rhys who answered. “Only after my lawyer has a chance to go over the contract.”

  “I wouldn’t try and screw over the woman you love, Peanut.”

  I smiled at how casually his childhood friend spoke about him loving me.

  “I’m still going to have him look it over. It’s my job to protect her.”

  “Awww, that’s adorable,” she cooed. “I can’t wait to meet you, Macy. I’m really looking forward to working with you on this series.”

  “Me, too. Thank you so much.”

  Rhys quickly said his goodbyes, setting his phone on the nightstand when he was done.

  “Thank you for asking Kassidy to read my manuscript.”

  “You’re welcome.” He dropped down beside me again, his fingers playing with the buttons on my blouse.

  “I get why you did it, but I don’t like that you kept your connection to Harbor House from me when we talked about it. From here on out, no secrets. Okay?”

  “Then I should probably tell you about the security team I have on you while you’re at Dirty Players.”

  “You have guys watching me while I’m at work?” I shrieked.

  “Not guys. Women.”

  “I should have known,” I muttered, rolling my eyes at his aversion to other men being anywhere near me.

  “If it weren’t for them reporting in while you’re there, I’d go out of my mind every time you were at work,” he explained.

 

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