I dial her number, but it goes straight to voicemail.
Maybe she’ll answer a text. No, I don’t want her texting and driving. I’ll send one message.
Me: Don’t text me back if you’re driving, but please, please come home. We need to talk about this.
Alayna: I’m pregnant, and you don’t want our baby. I can’t even begin to describe how devastating that news is.
Me: I want the baby.
Alayna: How can I believe that?
Me: Stop texting and driving, and come home!
Alayna: No, I’m tired of your wishy-washy behavior! You need to think about what you really want.
Growling loudly, I almost throw my phone. Then, I remember it’s my only tie to her at the moment. I’m panicked that she’s away from me when I don’t know where she is going. I call Felicia.
“Hello.”
“Felicia, it’s Damon. If Alayna shows up, please convince her to call me.”
“What did you do?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just have her call me, or send her home.”
“She told you about the baby, and you didn’t respond correctly.”
“Not exactly. I told her I wanted her to go back on the pill before I knew she was pregnant, but that’s not what I want! Please convince her of this.”
“You big idiot. Make up your damn mind.”
“I have; I swear.”
“She hasn’t called me, but I will try to get hold of her.”
“Thank you. Please keep me posted.”
I’m pacing the hardwood floors for only seconds more when the elevator doors open. Alayna is crying, her palms pressed to her face.
Thank God she’s here.
I step inside, and grabbing her waist, I walk backward, pulling her with me. The doors shut behind her as I bring her to my chest.
Shoving her forearms against me, she pushes away.
“Damon, you’re hearing me out.” Her red eyes match her flushed skin and scarlet curls. “I am keeping this baby, and this child will only ever believe it was wanted and loved from conception.”
“Alayna, I want the baby. I only thought the timing was off because of the stress we keep having to endure, but now that I know, I’m thrilled.”
Grabbing her wrists, I bring them up to my mouth. I kiss away her tear-soaked palm and then the other.
“I swear; I love that you’re carrying my baby, and we will get through this like we’ve gotten through everything else. Our love will stand the test of time.”
“The thought of you not wanting it or possibly me, crushed me, but I couldn’t leave the parking garage. I knew it was wrong, especially with Cameron here.”
“My mouth spills dumbass remarks at times, but I’m trying to do better. You not leaving shows we’re making progress.” I point to her chest.
“I took a vow of devotion to you. I know you feel it in your bones. You were sure I was going to be there for you and our baby. It’s why you didn’t leave.”
Alayna sniffles. “I did, but I’m scared. I need to be a good mother to Cameron and this baby.” She covers her belly with her hand, and it makes me feel something different, something … gentle and warm.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she adds.
“We will learn and screw up together.” I give her a smirk before I kiss her softly. “I love you, and I already love our baby.”
Chapter Thirteen
Two Weeks Later
Alayna
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon when I hear someone enter the penthouse. I hurry to the living room, and I’m greeted by Damon.
“You’re home early, and you surprised me.”
“That was the idea. I have another surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
He strips off his coat and suit jacket. As he loosens his silver tie, he stalks toward me. “You know how Cameron went home with Marcus today after school?
“Well, he asked since winter break is starting if he could stay the whole weekend with him. I thought you and I could take a little trip to the Hamptons.”
My face heats instantly as I smile at him. He’s kissing my neck in no time, and I know when we go to the Hamptons it is not only about rest and relaxation.
“That sounds wonderful. Margaret was here today and made some meals for the weekend. She’s wanting to be extra helpful now that I told her about the baby. We can take them with us.”
“Perfect. Pack a bag. I’m ready for some privacy, so I can make you moan as loud as possible.”
Damon
Our beach home in the Hamptons is my escape from the real world. Having Cameron around is going well, but I have to think before I do. That fact doesn’t thrill me.
I can’t just tie Alayna to the coffee table whenever the mood strikes me. Believe me, I’ve wanted to at inopportune moments.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t have time to have the house decorated for the holidays,” I say to Alayna after we enter the place. “If I’d known we were coming here, I would’ve made it happen.”
She drops her bag and tiptoes to kiss my cheek.
“I know that. It’s one of the things I love about you. You would’ve surprised me with that, too. We could always throw a tree up. I was surprised when Cameron helped decorate the tree at the penthouse. It was nice that he wanted to be involved.”
“Yeah, except now I get to look at the picture of him and Tiffany on our tree.”
“I know, but it’s important he has familiar ornaments.”
I sigh. “You’re right, but enough about that. I enjoy the kid, but this is our time.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her passionately. My mouth skirts along her jaw, and I breathe in the sweet scent of flowers. It gives me a sense of comfort.
I’m ready to fill her to the hilt. She hands over the control I need, and it’s my favorite pastime. I plan to get carried away with Alayna.
“Let me put the meals in the refrigerator first,” she whispers through heavy breaths. Grumbling lightly, I drag her earlobe between my teeth.
“Fine, I will take our bags upstairs.”
Alayna
I have the last of the food put away when I feel Damon behind me. He’s voracious today. My hair is moved to one shoulder, and his teeth bite down on my neck. His tongue swirls the same spot, lightening the blow his teeth created.
Grabbing me by the waist, he lifts and turns me at the same time, and I’m hoisted onto the counter.
“Lean back on your hands, so I can get these jeans off of you,” he orders.
Once my pants are unbuttoned and zipper slowly lowered, he drags the denim over my legs and tosses them to the floor. My socks are next.
Planting his fists on the countertop, he leans over. His nose grazes down the middle of my red lace panties as he inhales loudly.
“I smell your arousal, baby. You’re wet with need.”
“Shit, Damon, your words always leave me longing for you to touch me.”
“Then let me take care of that. I’m Sir now.”
His hand shoves into the front of my panties, his fingers grazing the outside of me. He slips in a finger, and my arms begin to shake as I sit awkwardly on the counter. He pulls his hand away and yanks my panties off.
“Scoot back farther, and stay put until I return.” I do as he commands and look up. The cabinets are directly behind and above me. It feels like only a quick minute when he returns with a black belt. It has a shiny, silver buckle.
“Lift your arms.” He runs the belt through two of the cabinet handles and wraps it around my wrists. It’s pulled through the buckle and tightened through the farthest hole on the belt.
Grabbing both ankles, he plants my feet on the countertop with my legs spread apart. His hands wrap around my calves, fingertips clamping down, as his mouth makes contact with my pussy. I gasp as his tongue begins to stroke downward.
He’s rough and ravenous as he nips at my clit and glides his tongue down the length of me. One hand lets go of my c
alf, and three fingers fill me full.
“My, you’re soaked.” His thumb reaches upward and begins to circle my clit as his fingers move in and out of me. I moan loudly and he growls, happy with my reaction to his touch.
His mouth is on me again, and the change in sensation has me pulling my wrists and arching my back. He only buries his face against me farther, and I feel moisture run down my ass crack.
I squirm, but he’s relentless, driving me crazy with his tongue, until I’m imprisoned with an orgasm that stings me with pleasure and cripples my strength. My wrists are pulling downward as I fall limp, my legs shaking until Damon holds my knees.
“Fuck, baby, that’s hot.” Reaching up, he undoes the belt. “Circle your arms and legs around me.”
I do it and lay my head on his shoulder. He carries me out of the kitchen and through the house until he’s taking the stairs. Upon entering the playroom, Damon kicks the door closed behind us.
I’m spent from that amazing orgasm, but it won’t be my last. Damon drops my feet to the floor by the edge of the bed and goes to the black dresser next to it.
His eyes tilt upward and gaze at me through the mirror above it as he slides open a drawer. His look is lascivious and heats my already scorching body.
He returns with a small, red vibrator and a tube of lubricant. Always full of surprises, I haven’t seen this one before. Once he has tossed the purple and black throw pillows to the floor, he pulls back the fluffy, white bedspread. Stripping his clothes in record time, he lies on the center of the sheets.
“Climb onto me but face backward.”
Backward? This should be fun.
Straddling Damon’s waist, facing opposite of him, I stroke his cock, which is quickly rock-hard in front of me. Grabbing my hips, he gives me the cue to raise up, so I slowly do and lower myself onto him.
His guttural sounds fill the room as I sink as far as I can onto his slick, engorged dick. Already wet from earlier, I move up and down with ease.
I sense he doesn’t want this to go fast by the way he grips my hips harder, trying to slow me down, but he can’t fight the pleasure my strokes are delivering.
“Shit, I don’t want to come yet. Slow down.” His hand clasps the back of my curls, and he brings me to a stop. “Tilt forward just a little.”
I do it and hear the sound of the lubricant squirting. In no time, the vibrator is on, and the tip is being swirled around my asshole.
I’m unable to resist moving up and down again. My fingers are spread as I grip Damon’s knees. I’m rocking against his cock as he gently slides the vibrator in. With every rock downward, it goes in a little farther, and I moan with pure delight, wondering how he always manages to provide me with more pleasure.
“Damn, Alayna, this is so fucking hot. Seeing this in your ass–hearing your moans. I’m going to come hard.”
His words are all I need to tip over the edge. It’s as if the orgasm sings and dances throughout my body, never letting up on the peak of its performance. The vibrator slips from my ass as I squeeze Damon’s pulsating shaft.
His deep growl echoes, and he clasps my hips, holding me down onto him through his release.
“That was fucking incredible,” he musters out with his choppy breaths. Letting his cock slip out of me, I turn to lie on top of him. Our bodies are sweaty as they mold together.
His fingers graze down my back, shooting a chill through me. Damon kisses my hair and whispers, “I love you.” I feel content as ever as I recite the words he waits to hear back.
Chapter Fourteen
Damon
Alayna’s phone ringing next to the bed brings me out of my sleep. I glance to the clock. One a.m.
“Hello,” she says anxiously. There is a brief pause before she shouts, “You’re at the police station?”
“What’s wrong? Who is it? Curtis?”
Alayna holds the phone away. “It’s Cameron. What happened?” she asks him.
“Alright. It’s going to take us time to get back to the city. We went to the Hamptons.” She pauses again, and I can faintly hear Cameron speaking.
“Well, I guess that gives you plenty of time to think about what you’ve done, young man. We will see you soon.”
She ends the call and switches on the light on the nightstand. “Cameron was drinking at a party. All the underage kids were taken to the station, including Marcus. We have to head home and pick Cameron up.”
Overwhelming panic sets in for the both of us. Alayna throws her hair up, and we both hop in the shower together to rinse off after our fun night of playing.
We’re dressed and ready to leave our beach home in about fifteen minutes. He’s only been mine for a couple of weeks, and he’s at the police station. I feel like I’ve failed the kid already. I also feel a dire need to get to him and protect him, even though he is likely in the safest place he could be right now.
***
“What were you thinking?!” Alayna yells after we’re back in the Nissan with Cameron. She’s twisted in her seat, glaring at him in the back.
The corners of his eyes crinkle and his forehead scrunches from the volume of mama bear’s voice. Yes, she is out of hibernation and on full alert. I’m looking at him in the rearview mirror.
“Alayna, let’s calm down and hear the kid out instead of shouting.”
She shoots me a look before she frowns. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” Her eyes flit back to Cameron’s “Why were you drinking?”
“I don’t know. I guess I thought it might make me feel better, and all my friends were doing it.”
“So, is this the first time you’ve tried alcohol, or do you drink regularly?” she asks.
“This is the first time.”
“It’s also your last until you’re twenty-one. Do you understand?” she asks curtly.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
“Now you have to go to court and will likely be on probation,” she adds.
The three of us are silent as I drive to the penthouse. I’m pondering how to handle the situation while Alayna sits with her arms crossed, staring out into the darkness. I glance in the mirror at Cameron, and he’s doing the same.
Wow, I thought it was going to be Cameron and me who went toe to toe, but I guess it will be the two of them. At least with this incident. Ah, I know why she’s so upset. Her own issues are bleeding through.
Once we’re home, I ask Alayna if I can have a few minutes alone with Cameron.
“Fine, I’m going to get ready for bed.” She begins to leave the room but quickly turns back. Pulling Cameron into her arms, she forces a hug. After a few awkward seconds, he hugs her back.
“I’m thankful you’re OK, and I’m sorry I yelled. Goodnight.”
Cameron only mumbles a goodnight, but I sense he’s relieved that Alayna has calmed down.
We both take a seat on the sofa once she exits the living room, and I look him over again. His eyes are glassy, but he doesn’t appear to be drunk.
“How much did you drink?”
“Two beers before the cops arrived.”
“Did you lie to Marcus’s mother as to your whereabouts?”
“Not exactly. We told her it was a last minute sleepover at Jared’s house for the basketball team, but instead, he was having a party while his parents were out of town.” Cameron turns his head away from me in shame.
“Cameron, you’re not going to feel all better. You’re going to grieve, and it’s going to hurt for a very long time. The keyword here is time. That is what it is going to take to feel better. The best thing you can do that won’t harm you or get you into trouble is to talk about it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re grounded for two weeks.”
“But it’s winter break! I won’t get to see my friends while we’re out of school!”
“Exactly. It’s called a consequence for your poor decision.”
Cameron stands and tightens his hands into fists.
“That’s not
fair! Mom would’ve never punished me for that long.”
“I’m making those decisions now, but if you want me to leave it up to Alayna, I will. Something tells me she would make it three or four weeks. Would you prefer that?”
He huffs and storms out of the room. It’s not long before the bedroom door is slamming, and I hear his muffled words of anger. That went well.
I stroll to the kitchen and fix a glass of water. After taking a drink, I refill it and take it to Alayna. I feel a need to take care of someone since I know there is nothing more I can do with Cameron tonight.
He’s pissed he isn’t getting his way, and from what I remember as a teenager, that’s completely normal. Maybe I do have a clue at what I’m doing.
Alayna is climbing into bed in a t-shirt that barely covers her ass. Feeling the need for control, I want to fuck her senseless, but it’s almost dawn, and she’s carrying my baby. I have to think about how much pressure I put on her.
“Here, drink.”
“I never said I was thirsty.”
“It’s this or fucking. Take your pick.”
Covering her mouth, she snickers and takes the glass from me. I smirk at her before I reach over my shoulder and pull my t-shirt over my head.
“If you didn’t hear, he’s pissed. I grounded him for two weeks. I hope that will suffice for you. I guess we should discuss the issues that could arise, so we’re on the same page.”
“Look at you all parenting.” Alayna smiles, and I roll my eyes.
“Seriously, I don’t want us arguing over him.”
“I think two weeks is fair, and I’m sorry I yelled at him.”
“I’m sure I’ll have my moments. I thought we would have more time to prepare for stuff like this. He’s so young to be drinking. What is he going to be doing at sixteen?”
“Girls,” we say in unison. We’re both laughing now, so I lean over the side of the bed and kiss Alayna’s forehead.
“You know why you were so upset, right?” I ask.
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