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

by Ashlee Price

  Clint was just looking at her, while she was babbling away because she was so nervous. “Are you okay? You aren’t going to nick me are you?”

  “No, it’s just.”

  “I look different, huh? I swear that’s your fault to. Your son is going to be big like you.”

  “Sorry.”

  “So are you coming in or not?”

  “You want me to come in with you?”

  She moved back. “How else are we going to do this?”

  He started to move towards her and she stopped him with a giggle. “You might want to take off your clothes. You can’t come in here with your jeans on.”

  Clint nodded and started to take them off. Her eyes watched him and darkened with his shirt coming off. Biting her lip, Mia watched his body start to reveal itself. It looked as good as she remembered, maybe even harder. His hands paused on his boxers and she waited for him to pull them down as well. Mia could already see the hardness in them, waiting to see more.

  “I think I will keep these on for both our sakes.”

  She tried to hide her disappointment. “Well if you think it is best.”

  He moved into the tub and into the stream of water. It was hotter than he was used to, but he ignored the steamy water for the view. “So how do you want to do this?”

  “I was hoping you would have an idea. You were the one that seemed so sure of yourself.”

  “It sounded easy in theory, but you standing there is distracting. Lean back and I will help hold you up.”

  Mia wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but then his arm grabbed one of her thighs, lifting up her leg high and spreading her in the same motion. She handed him the razor when he asked for it. Mia was unable to watch him, but put her head back with her eyes closed, feeling the way his fingers felt and the sharp blade. It took a lot of trust, but she felt more than safe with him down there. She finally looked down, his dark hair tickling her thighs as he worked.

  Clint put her leg onto his shoulder as he moved to the lower, more delicate parts. Mia was sure that she could feel his hot breath on her and it was driving her crazy.

  “Are you almost done?”

  “Don’t rush me Mia.”

  She closed her eyes and put her head back on the tile with a sigh. His mouth so close was like torture and the touches were on more and more sensitive flesh. She was panting above him, wanting something she knew was impossible.

  He stopped and she felt water rinsing her off. Then there was a smooth finger touching her, rubbing against her nub. Mia gasped. “Just making sure I didn’t miss anything.”

  His words were paired with hot breath on her quim. Looking down, she moved her hips forward, her fingers pushing through his hair. Before she knew what she was doing, Mia was pulling him towards her. Clint took the hint and added a hot tongue with his touch. Her eyes closed with the touch, pleasure running through her body. It was too good and before she could stop herself, Mia was calling out to him. Her grip in his hair tightened and pushed him back when his greedy mouth wanted more.

  “It’s good. Stop, Clint.”

  When he stood up, it was clear that he didn’t want to stop. His dark eyes held hers as he moved in for a kiss. Mia could taste herself on his tongue and she moaned against him. Her body was still shaking, insides clenching with aftershocks of bliss. It was then that the clenching became more and she whimpered. “Clint.”

  “Please tell me you want something inside of you. I am dying to be there.”

  Mia shook her head. “No, I think it’s time.”

  The clouds in his eyes cleared. “You mean…”

  “Yes.” Her eyes closed with a contraction. She had always heard things about orgasms making it happen, but she never would have thought it was actually true. “We need to go.”

  He helped her out, toweling her off and then helping her get dressed before taking her to the truck. Mia knew it was different that time. This was not going to be a close call. She could see that and knew now the difference. She urged him to hurry, feeling like they were going to be late. The urgency wasn’t as bad as before, a calm going over her. They would make it, Mia tried to convince herself.

  “Are you okay? You’re not screaming or anything.”

  She tried to smile. “I think that is just in the movies. I don’t want to waste my energy getting upset. Just get us there in one piece and I will be happy.”

  Clint tried not to panic. Why was she so calm? He wasn’t the one about to have a baby, but he seemed more worried about it than she was. He concentrated on the road, the headlights leading the way. At the same time he was trying to convince himself that it was going to be okay, Clint was terrified. Of all the time that he had thought about it, it was finally going to happy. He was finally going to be a father.

  ***

  “He has your eyes, don’t you think?”

  Clint couldn’t stop smiling as he nodded. His face was hurting from it. It was not what he had expected. He had heard of how it was supposed to feel, a love washing over him, but nothing to the magnitude that it actually was.

  “He does have my eyes, but the rest is you. I can’t believe we made him.”

  She smiled and lay back in the bed. Mia was exhausted, but didn’t want to miss anything. It was early in the morning and even though their son was sleeping, she still couldn’t take her eyes from him. “I think you should name him Clint, since you are the father.”

  He was overwhelmed and said the first name that came out. “Virgil. After my dad. What do you think?”

  Mia’s eyes were half-closed as he held the baby. “That sounds like the perfect name.”

  Clint looked down at the same dark eyes that he saw every day in the mirror. Virgil was the perfect blend of them both. He looked up to say something but Mia was asleep. She had had a long day and he couldn’t help but think of how worth it, everything had been. “Sweet dreams my love.”

  Chapter 7

  Clint looked at the circled date on his calendar. He had been waiting for what felt like forever for the date. It had been 6 weeks since Mia had the baby. It was the time the doctor had said her body needed to recover. While things hadn’t been sexual between them since the day in the shower, it was all he could think about. They were both tired from all of the night feedings, but Clint was convinced that he had a shot. Things were different between them. The new parents had found a rhythm, everything fitting together so well. There was just one thing missing.

  “Do you know what today is?”

  Mia rubbed her eyes and yawned. “It’s Monday I think.”

  He sighed. Of course she was not as worried about it as he was. Mia was in mommy mode, her hair in a bun and not a trace of makeup. Clint liked her like that though, fresh-faced. “I can’t believe that it has been six weeks since Virgil was born.”

  “I know. Who would have thought that a nap sounded so good? Mom has been dying to take him. Do you think he is ready? I don’t even know if I am ready for it.”

  “You should let her take him for the night. I know you are going to miss him, I will too, but we could go out. Have a nice meal.”

  She was thinking about it. A little adult time sounded good, to say words with more than one syllable. “Yeah, we need to talk. Figure out what we are going to do. You can’t keep sleeping on the couch and this place is just too small for the three of us.”

  Clint’s mind was already ahead of hers. He had bought a house once he had found out that she was pregnant. It was plenty big enough for all of them, but his mind was on something else. He needed her in the more basic sense. There was no time for plans when his manhood was at attention all the time. There was no relief, only teasing and need. She didn’t even know that she was doing it. Mia was still wearing baggy clothes, but he had caught pieces of her from time to time. Like right then, her large tits swayed underneath her shirt and he could still remember how they felt in his mouth.

  “That sounds like a plan. How about tonight?”

  She looked sur
prised. “So soon?”

  “Yes, like you said, we have a lot to talk about.”

  Mia nodded, but she was nervous about what was going to be said. She had become comfortable with him there, even though they were walking all over each other; she knew it would have been hard without him. Clint had gotten up with the baby at night so she could sleep, even changing diapers just as much as she did. “You’re right.” Mia tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach. She didn’t want things to change.

  He smile was contagious and she found herself smiling back like an idiot. Something had changed in him. Clint was even happier than he usually was and she wasn’t sure what had him so jovial. He had turned out to be a great father, but it wasn’t that. He was looking at her as he had before and she found it hard not to feel the same way.

  “Well you relax for a bit, while I make some plans.”

  She agreed, watching him walk back towards the bedroom. Mia heard the shower going and Clint in there humming. What in the world had gotten into him, she wondered.

  ***

  Leaving little Virgil behind for the first time was worse than she could have ever imagined. She didn’t want him to go, that much was clear, but there was some things that had to be done and some time alone is what the couple needed.

  Mia felt a little teary-eyed and she was thankful that he didn’t make fun of her about it. “It’s only for the night Mia. You need a rest.”

  “I know, I just hate leaving him is all. Thanks for the suggestion though. Did you see the look on Mom’s face?”

  “Yeah she looked happy. So let’s enjoy dinner and see what happens.”

  “See what happens?” Mia giggled. “Oh I get it, it’s been six weeks. Someone is looking for some loving, isn’t he?”

  “Dying for it.”

  “Well at least you are honest. Do you even want to go to dinner?”

  “I figure you will need your energy.”

  She shivered and smiled as she looked out the window. “You always did have a way with words Clint, so romantic.”

  “You don’t like romance, so I am just going to be practical. With what I want to do to you Mia, you are going to need lots of energy and fluids.”

  Her body responded to his promise, never one to break it. “I thought we had some things to talk about?”

  “Talk during dinner then, because I have a much better use for your mouth planned for later.”

  Shifting in the seat, her thighs pressed together and she swallowed hard. She hoped her body was ready for him, because it didn’t look like she was going to have much choice in the matter. Mia was already prepared for him, but she was nervous because it had been a long time since she had been with anyone. She remembered how well-endowed he was and it just made her insides burn with more need.

  “So where are we going?”

  “Capellini’s. It’s the only good place around. I miss the food in Texas. Don’t you?”

  His mention of home had her sidetracked from the throbbing between her legs and she was thankful for that. “Yeah I miss Texas a lot. Do you miss riding?”

  He shook his head and had a faraway look for a minute. “So is the talk tonight going to have to do with going back to Texas? Are you leaving me?”

  Clint shook his head. “I don’t know how you got that, out of that. How could I leave you Mia? I want you to move back home with me. I already got us a place, plenty of room.”

  She wasn’t expecting that. “You want me to move in with you. How would that work, like it does here? We would all have our own room?”

  “We could, but that’s not what I want and not what you want. Is it?”

  Mia knew what she wanted, but she was afraid to ask for it. She wanted them to be a family, to be together forever, that is what she wanted, but it wasn’t like she could just say it. Mia wasn’t romantic; she wasn’t supposed to want the fairy tale. She had never expected it, but he felt like the fairytale. It had been too perfect between them and she was afraid that it was going to change.

  “No it’s not.”

  They were at the restaurant and going in before he said anything else. After being seated, Clint asked Mia what she wanted. “I like things the way they are. We work good together.”

  “So you don’t want to move back?”

  “What would we do there? You go back to rodeos and I stay home worrying about you killing yourself off?”

  Clint shook his head. He wasn’t sure what they would do, not even thinking that far ahead. “You can do whatever you want Mia. I won’t go back to riding if you don’t want me to.”

  “Well aren’t you easy. So there is no reason for you being so accommodating all of a sudden?”

  “I have my reasons. I just want to go home. I will stay here if that is what you really want, but we belong in Texas. There is too much asphalt around here.”

  Mia felt the same way. She didn’t like Boston too much either. It was a nice place, just not the place that she wanted to raise Virgil. “I have been thinking about it, but I can’t even fathom a move right now.”

  “I can take care of all of it. I have a place for us already, it will be perfect.”

  “It seems like you have everything figured out Clint.”

  “Almost everything.”

  “What’s left?”

  “That’s for later.” His smile was contagious, his eyes full of mischief. It was hard not to smile back and wonder what was left for later.

  Chapter 8

  All throughout dinner, Mia was nervous. It was hard to meet Clint’s gaze, so intense after a moment. He seemed happy to let her stew and worry. His hands touched her knees under the table, but always only slightly, just enough to make her want more. Mia was ready to leave before he was. Clint seemed to be taking his time and she didn’t know if it was her perception that changed or the he was doing it on purpose.

  “Are you ready to go back to the apartment?”

  His eyes darkened as the waiter left. Mia looked down and felt heat going to her cheeks. The man just exuded sexuality and it was like his smile, contagious and she had caught it.

  “It’s our first night off in weeks. Are you sure there isn’t something else you want to do, see?”

  “I’m ready to go to bed Clint.”

  Now he was the one ready to go, standing up and waiting for her. Mia kind of giggled as he pulled her up from the chair. Clint half-dragged her out of the restaurant, pushing her against the truck to kiss her, before she made it inside of the vehicle. His words from dinner played in her ears and Mia realized that it had been far too long. She hadn’t wanted to believe that they could be together, but now she knew that it was what was supposed to happen.

  He got in and started the truck. While he waited for it to warm up, Mia ran her hand up and down his thigh. She heard his whimper when her hand got too close to the hardness that was ever-present in his pants. Mia loved to hear the sound and then the louder groan when she grabbed his length in her hand. “Mia, don’t.”

  Clint moved his hand to hers, while trying to put the truck in park. “Just drive or we will never get home.”

  She moved her hand back to his groin and squeezed to his desperate sound. “Oh that’s right. You said you had a better use of my mouth. Is this one of those times?”

  His dark eyes went to hers and Mia smiled back. “I think it must be.”

  Clint looked down as her fingers undid his jeans, the zipper sound amplified as she pulled it down. He had to look back at the road. All he could focus on was what was through the windshield as he felt the air on his shaft as she pulled him free from his pants. “Mia, not while I am driving. I can’t…”

  “Just pay attention to the road. You will be fine.”

  Mia looked down at the hard length pressed up towards her waiting lips. It was bigger than she remembered, so full of blood that it looked purple. There was salty discharge coming out of the tip that she leaned in and took a taste of with the tip of her tongue. She felt the truck serve a little
and she did it again.

  Taking it into her hand, she watched his face as she slowly ran her hand up and down the shaft. He squirmed beneath her and scowled down at her. She ignored him and put him back in her mouth, sucking him in quickly as he groaned louder in the cab. “Mia you have to stop. You have been teasing me for weeks.”

  Ignoring him she took more into her mouth until she felt the cockhead pushing against her throat. She pulled him back out and then slid back down his length as Clint shook underneath her. His reaction spurred her on to take more of him as deep as she could until she felt the vehicle jerk off to the side of the road and come to a stop. His hands went to the back of her head, pressing her down as his hips thrust up. Gagging, she braced her hands on his hips as he shoved himself into her mouth. Her throat and mouth were filled suddenly with his hot spunk, his grip tight on her hair.

  Clint murmured her name, wanting to melt into the seat as his head fell back. He could hear the cars passing by as they sat on the shoulder. Her mouth left him and he was able to breathe again, eyes going open. He looked over at her and she was wiping a small amount that had escaped off the corner of her lips.

  “We are never going to get home at this rate. Why did you stop?”

  His eyes watched her lips and then he finally looked behind them to get back onto the road. He put the truck in drive and flew the next few miles to the apartment. Mia had tried to put him back, but he finished as he got out of the truck. She was the one stalling, moving too slow for his liking. He already had the door unlocked and most of his clothes off by the time she got in. He had waited far too long and as soon as she came through the door, he was kissing her lips and neck, tugging her dress over her head.

  She tried to slow him down, but there was no stopping him. Her hands went up to cover herself, but his hands jerked hers down, not giving her the satisfaction of modesty. Mia was worried about the changes in her body, but all he saw was something to be desired. It was more intimate than before, their one shared night of pleasure, spurred on by one too many drinks.