Knocked Up By The Other Brother: A Secret Baby Second Chance Romance

by Ashlee Price

  “I’m sorry that I took so long to call and come by, Desiree, but you know I had some things to take care of. I had to deal with Donald, and it took longer than I thought it would.”

  I was practically begging her, and I wasn’t too proud of that, but I didn’t understand why she was so mad. I was back now, and that should be enough.

  “It wouldn’t have taken any time to call, Greg. After that night and the picnic, you just took off.”

  Desiree’s eyes were getting red, and I realized then that I had hurt her more than I had imagined. I’d thought that I was the one in love, but now I knew that she was too. The idea made me happy. I got out of the chair and moved next to her. The space was only a few feet, but just then it felt like miles, miles by which I couldn’t stand to be separated from her.

  Her body shifted imperceptibly away from me. I didn’t like it. Desiree was supposed to be in my arms already, not moving away from me. “I just wasn’t ready to talk to you. When I’m around you, Desiree, my brain doesn’t really work. All I can think about is being with you. I knew that as soon as you were back in my arms, I wasn’t going to be getting anything done. I had to take care of business first.”

  She didn’t like my answer, and I knew then that I should have put her first. I’d had my reasons for staying away, but as I gently touched the side of her face, I knew that it had been a mistake to wait. Her look set my body on fire even though I knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She didn’t have to do anything to make me want her. All she had to do was look at me with those blue eyes of hers and I was lost. She was mine.

  Leaning in, I waited for her to make the last bit of distance between us disappear. I wanted her to want me. After a few seconds poised to take her lips, she made a small sound and leaned in for a kiss. The whimper made me growl and what little control I had left was gone in a flash.

  Pushing her down onto the bed, I covered her body quickly with my own. She seemed so tiny underneath me, her curves rubbing against my whole body. She was driving me to hysteria, and before I knew what I was doing, my hands were pressing between her legs to feel the wetness that I knew I would find there. She was already ready and I couldn’t stop the momentum. I didn’t want to.

  Desiree hissed and her hips rose up to meet my hand. I silenced her with my mouth as my fingers strummed on her need. She would squirm underneath me to get away and then the next minute her hips would rise to get more. Her body signals were as confusing as the woman herself. One would say stop while the other was a green light to go all out. I ignored the red signs and moved to push her over the edge on which I knew she was teetering.

  It didn’t take long for her to cry out against me. The sound was almost as good as the wetness that covered my fingers. Licking the sweetness off of my digits, I started to pull her dress up her thighs. I’d gotten to her waist when she finally stopped me.

  “Not this time, Greg. I don’t want to wait.”

  Her taste in my mouth, I was torn between what I wanted and what she wanted. In the end she won out and pulled my pants down to my knees and then off. Her hands were like before, pulling on my shirt buttons, and this time I heard one pop off before I stilled her.

  “Do you feel what my heart does for you?”

  It was beating underneath her palm. Desiree went to her knees and kissed me. She didn’t answer my question, but her lips told me everything that I needed to know. As soon as I was bared to her, Desiree was urging me onto the bed. She was acting frenzied. Apparently it had been a long wait for her as well. I couldn’t imagine her wanting it as much as I did, but she seemed to have the same urge.

  Pulling her onto my lap, I let her weave her legs around my waist and settle down before I positioned her above me. I watched her eyes darken and then close as my length fought to push through her hot canal. She was so wet, and so tight, and I was in heaven before she was all the way down on top of me. Her arms moved around my neck and I kissed her as I let the last bit of her suffocate the last few inches of me.

  She cried out in my ear, my name on her lips as she clenched and squeezed me all the way around. I heard my own groan of pleasure and then her gasp as I started to move up inside of her. Her arms tightened around my neck and my hands went to her waist to drive her down. I had learned a lot about Desiree in the short time she’d been in my arms before, and one thing that I had learned for certain was that she wanted it hard and fast. Her insides welcomed the speed and her body was tensing up as she got ready to come.

  “Come for me, Desiree.”

  Her head shook a little, her eyes cinched shut. She was trying to fight it, but she was losing her battle with her own body’s will. I felt the sharp sting of her nails boring into my shoulders and then the gush of fluid as she came around me.

  “Say my name, Desiree.”

  She whimpered as my hips slowed down. Her eyes opened and she looked at me and begged me to give her more. Her eyes were haunting and I couldn’t stop from giving her what she wanted. All I wanted to do was make her happy.

  Grabbing her and then pushing her back to the mattress, I covered her body with mine and was back inside of her in moments. There was no going slow. My only desire was to hear her scream and feel more wetness. Desiree had had multiple orgasms before, and only when she pushed against my chest and begged me to stop did I even think about my own cum boiling up. My release was perfect and I never wanted to leave her.

  Eventually her insides started to push me out, but then I felt my throbbing rod hardening again inside of her. Desiree gasped and I reveled at the sound. Once was not going to be enough. Before I slipped all the way out of her, I was pushing in deeper and rocking back into her. The rhythm started slow, but I got faster as her whimpers got higher and louder. She didn’t have to tell me a thing. I already knew what she needed.

  It was an hour before I could get out of her. She was panting on her back and her eyes were still closed. I watched her chest rise and fall as she sucked in air quickly. The look was hard to pull my gaze from. I wondered if she knew what she meant to me.

  I saw my need sliding out of her, and I thought of how careless I had been. I never went without a condom, or at least some assurance that the woman was on birth control. But with Desiree I had never even thought to ask her about it.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t think to use protection. We can’t be having any babies running around. You’re on something, right?”

  She nodded her head and started to get up. Desiree was wide awake now, and she unexpectedly started to get dressed. “You don’t have to worry about that, Greg.”

  Chapter 6 – Desiree

  I couldn’t believe that I’d had sex with him again. Not only had I agreed to it, but I’d practically begged him for it. I’d certainly urged him on when he was inside of me. I wasn’t a victim, surely, but there was no doubt in my mind that I had made a mistake.

  He stopped me and kissed me softly on the lips. “Why are you putting your clothes on, Desiree?”

  I could barely look at him, but I dragged my eyes up to his and tried not to look hurt. He was just being safe, and I knew that I had been partly to blame before. But I knew then that I was not going to give him my news. It was news that he wouldn’t want to hear.

  “What’s wrong, Desiree?”

  I told him that nothing was wrong, but inside I was dying. No amount of orgasms and shared moments of bliss were going to make everything all better again. Reality was back, and I was finding it hard to be around him when all I could think to tell him was the news that had made me question everything that I was doing. My whole life was in question, but now I had an answer on one thing. I knew now that I was going to have to raise our child alone. Greg Jefferson had no desire to have a baby with me, and I wasn’t going to be the type of woman who trapped a man who didn’t want me or our child.

  Looking away, I pushed the wetness from my eyes. When he pressed, I told him that I was fine. I felt his hand on my arm, and though I wanted to jerk it away and call him a liar,
I let him pull me back to his hard chest. When he did I melted in his arms. Saying goodbye to Greg was going to be one of the hardest things I’d ever done. He whispered into my ear how beautiful I was, and the words made me shiver.

  “I’ve got to go, Greg. It’s almost time for my shift.”

  “Your shift?”

  He pulled away so I could turn around. I was lucky enough that I really did have to work that evening. If I’d been able to, I would have stayed in his arms even longer, but that would only have made leaving him even harder. It was bad enough that I had to push him from my life, but the way he looked at me then made me wish that everything was different and he wanted our child.

  “Yeah, I work at the bar down the road.”

  I saw his frown set in and I shook my head. “It’s really not that bad.” At least I wasn’t fired and rehired and then fired again by another jerk. The bar was not my dream, and it was a waste of my college degree, but it was steady money and I worked with people that I understood, not underhanded rich men like Greg and his kind.

  “I want you to come to work for me, Desiree. You’re not supposed to be a bartender, not with all of the education you have.”

  When I finally turned around, he was still only in his pants. His smooth chest was distracting. “Well, it wasn’t like my last job was going to give me a good reference. I had to find something to pay the bills.”

  He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Desiree. I didn’t even think about that.”

  “No, you didn’t. You just left me high and dry, and now you come back months later and everything is supposed to be okay? Well it isn’t okay!”

  I could feel myself getting madder the more I thought about it. I had waited for him for what felt like forever, and now he was just toying with me, playing with my emotions. He wouldn’t want me if he knew the truth, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he guessed it. That was why I had to make sure that he never found out.

  He tried to touch me but I sidestepped his hand. I didn’t want to feel his hands on me, because every time that happened, the next thing I knew, I would be underneath him and I wouldn’t care about anything but the feel of him inside of me. If he touched me again, I was going to be lost.

  “I really need to go, Greg. Thanks for coming over. It was good to see you.”

  I caught a look of surprise on his face. I figured it was just because he never got told no. It seemed like a good lesson for him, so I didn’t feel bad about it. I couldn’t let it be known that we would never see each other again. I didn’t know where I was going, but I couldn’t be around him again and he knew where I lived. I was going to have to change everything. So how could I worry about his feelings? I was the one who was going to have to raise our child alone.

  “I don’t know what I did. Ten minutes ago you were moaning and coming all over me.”

  “A lot can happen in ten minutes, Greg. Or three months. I have to go.”

  I held the door open and he looked at me a little shocked. I tried to smile at him and let him know that I wasn’t bothered, even though I was sure I was literally dying inside. I didn’t want him to go, but I knew that I couldn’t let him stay, either. Any way that I went about it, I knew I was going to be hurt in the end. This way I didn’t have to see the look in his eyes when he found out I was carrying his child, something he’d just explicitly said that he didn’t want. It was easier this way.

  For a moment I thought Greg wasn’t going to go. He was looking at me with his mouth open. I couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. I thanked him again for coming over and bypassed another attempt to kiss me.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow morning, okay?”

  I shrugged like I wasn’t sure if I was going to be busy or not. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”

  “I miss you, Desiree. I miss our lunches together, and I miss you under me.”

  The last part made my face turn red. I couldn’t believe that he would say such a thing, and it was certainly the last thing that I wanted to hear at that moment.

  When I closed the door, the part of me that had been strong enough to hold me up was gone. I knew that I had made a huge mistake. As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn’t have a choice, I wondered if I did. Had I really just pushed away the only man that I had loved, the man whose child I carried in my stomach?

  “You didn’t have a choice, Desiree.” I repeated the words under my breath a few times until I finally started to believe it. Only then could I leave to go to the job that I hated. The sinking feeling in my stomach told me that I was never going to see him again.

  To be continued…

  BILLIONAIRE DESIRETH

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Book 4

  Billionaire Committeth

  By : Ashlee Price

  Description

  Afraid of losing herself in Greg’s arms again, Desiree is determined to stay away. She’s moved to a new apartment so that Greg can’t find her, and she hasn’t had any contact with him since. Her pregnancy is almost over when she runs into an old colleague from work: Greg’s assistant, Tommy.

  As soon as Desiree sees Tommy from afar, she knows that she’s busted. Greg is going to learn that she’s still in the city, and more importantly, that she’s carrying his child. While she tries to tell herself that he isn’t going to care, Desiree knows deep down that everything is about to change. She has fantasized about him coming to see her, and even in her dreams, there’s still no way she can tell him no.

  If Greg finds her, Desiree will be lost again – and she isn’t sure if her heart can take it.

  Chapter 1 – Desiree

  “What’s wrong?”

  I didn’t want to answer. I was a little watery-eyed. It was a state I was in a lot of the time nowadays. My stomach was growing, and it had become a good resting spot for my nervous hands as I looked out the window. The view was different, but the things that ran through my head were the same. All I could think about was the next couple of weeks and what was going to happen. I knew that everything was going to change, and I still wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.

  “Nothing, Fran. I’m just thinking.”

  “You sit at this window all of the time.”

  I knew that I worried her, both because of the baby and my newfound need to sit at the window. It made me feel a little less cramped in the new three-bedroom apartment we had just moved into. I’d had to get away from the old place, even though it was rent controlled and closer to town. But at least here I didn’t have to worry about Greg popping up, as he had done several times before the move.

  “I know I do. I’m just thinking. I can’t do a lot because I get tired so easily. So I sit here and think.”

  “Well, you need to get out of this apartment and get some fresh air. You have done enough thinking for the day.”

  I hadn’t told her why I was so resistant to leaving the house. I was so afraid that fate would push me into Greg, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to handle a meeting. I knew that if he saw me big and pregnant, I would see the truth in his eyes. He didn’t want me like that. He wanted me as his assistant to play with at work. I knew what I was to him. It didn’t matter that I loved him and wanted him so badly.

  “I don’t know. It looks kind of chilly.”

  She just shook her head and pulled me up. I didn’t have a choice. I never did with her. “Fine, but just for a little while.”

  Fran agreed, but I knew that once we were out, she was going to make sure I stayed out. And she did; she dragged me out for some shopping and then to a diner to have a meal. After a while I was starting to feel better about being out. I only ducked once when I saw a man who looked a lot like Greg from the back. Everywhere I went I was afraid I would see him.

  “You’ve got to stop looking over your shoulder. You’re starting to make me paranoid.”

  I smiled back at her and tried to relax. The small diner was close to another store that Fran wanted to go to, and by then I was feeling a
little less nervous about the whole excursion. It had been too long since I had been out in the middle of the day with no doctor’s appointment or destination in mind. Everything had changed since my last time with Greg. It was like seeing the world out of fresh eyes.

  “I’m glad you brought me out today, Fran. I was sitting in the house too much. It’s just strange. Everything is different. We had that house on Elm for so long that I can’t get used to the new neighborhood.”

  She didn’t call me out on the real reason that we’d left Elm Street and I was staying inside so much now. She had gotten her way, and she was never one to gloat. I was enjoying the sunshine, and I started to think that things were going to turn around.

  We were almost back to the apartment when I was caught off guard by a familiar face. It wasn’t Greg, the man I was worried about seeing, but it was almost as bad: Tommy, his old assistant. I didn’t know if they still worked together, but I was sure that they still kept in touch. Tommy’s eyes zeroed in on my burgeoning stomach and I groaned inwardly. He had seen me and there was no way I was going to get away without saying hi.

  “Well, I haven’t seen you for a long time, Desiree. How have you been?”

  His eyes couldn’t look past my stomach. I waited for him to realize that he was staring. “I’ve been good, Tommy. How have you been?”

  “Good. Everything got a little crazy there for a while, but Greg fixed everything. Now it’s even better than before.”

  “I heard about the new company.” I hadn’t wanted to ask him about Greg, but at the same time I’d been kind of hoping that he would come up. Now that his name was in the air, I couldn’t help but try to get more information about the man I was still in love with.

  “Yes, it’s working out quite well. It’s nice to have Don out of the picture.”

  “So are you still working with Greg?”

  His eyes focused on me for a moment, and all I wanted to do was shrink away so he couldn’t look at me with those eyes.