Buying His Baby (Baby Daddy University Book 2)

by B. B. Hamel

  Still, it hurts to think that he had an affair with someone else while he was out there. Especially one that ended so… poorly. He denies it all and I just don’t know what to think.

  I pass the day and have a quick dinner alone before getting ready to see him. I find myself spending a lot of time getting dressed, nerves getting to me, while Az sits at her computer and plays WoW.

  “You look good,” she says suddenly.

  I glance back at her. I’m wearing flats and a short summer dress, showing off just enough of my legs. “You think so?”

  “Yeah, I do. Stop standing in front of the mirror.”

  I glare at her. “This isn’t too colorful?”

  “For me, it is. But for you, it looks good.”

  I sigh and she turns back to her game. I look at myself one more time in the mirror and decide that it’s good enough.

  Brady’s already waiting for me outside of the dorm. He looks good in a button-down shirt and jeans that fit him absolutely perfectly. He’s muscular and toned, not at all what I normally picture a director would look like. He’s tall and handsome and more like a model.

  “Glad you showed,” he says.

  “I keep my word.”

  He smirks. “Good to know.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Come on.”

  He reaches out his hand. I hesitate before taking it. His palm and fingers are rough like he works with them a lot.

  I walk next to him, holding his hand. It’s strange to hold this man’s hand but it’s also oddly comfortable. I move a little closer to him and glance up at his profile.

  He catches me looking and smiles. “Did you read it?”

  I nod once. “I read it.”

  “What did you think?”

  “It was good.”

  “Wrote it myself. Well, dictated it to my agent.”

  “Really? I figured you had a team or publicists go over it.”

  “I’m sure Vince did that after we got off the phone.” He grunts a little.

  “Vince is your agent?”

  “Yeah. High-strung Italian guy from New York. Best agent in the business.”

  “Sounds great.”

  He shrugs a little and squeezes my hand. “I just hope it makes a difference.”

  “I don’t know,” I say softly. “I think you’ll be okay.”

  “Maybe you’re right. I just still don’t get it.”

  “Like you said in your statement. Women in Hollywood face a lot of pressure.”

  He frowns and glances at me. “So she makes up some affair? For what?”

  “Publicity. When was her last movie?”

  He hesitates a second. “A few years ago,” he says. “But still. She has a name.”

  “Not a big one, not anymore.”

  “You really think she’d throw me under the bus for some headlines?”

  “Come on. She didn’t make you look that bad.”

  “She said I dumped her over text and told her she wasn’t pretty enough.”

  I wince a little at that. “Okay, yeah, that’s pretty bad.”

  He grunts and shakes his head. I can feel his body’s tension through his hand.

  “Let’s forget about it for a little bit, okay?”

  “Okay,” I say softly. “We can do that.”

  He nods and leads me across campus, down a few paths, and onto a trail. It takes me a second to realize where we’re going.

  The sun is setting as we step down the path toward the lake. He leads the way, holding my hand tightly enough to make sure I don’t stumble. We make it out onto the rocky beach and there, spread out near the water, is a blanket and a bunch of candles.

  “Come on,” he says, leading me over to it.

  “You prepped this already?”

  “Sure did.”

  “What a gentleman.”

  He laughs. “Hardly.”

  I grin and follow him to the blanket. I sit down slowly and expect it to be uncomfortable, but the rocks are small and nearly sand, and the blanket is thick enough.

  “You didn’t strike me as the sunset over the lake kind of guy.”

  “What kind of guy did I strike you as?”

  I purse my lips for a second. “Hm. Maybe a baseball game and a quickie in the car?”

  He grins. “We could do that if you want.”

  “No thanks.”

  “Offer stands.”

  I roll my eyes but smile. “Seriously. This is nice.”

  “Yeah, I think so too.”

  I listen to the slow and gentle waves of the lake lap against the shore and I look over at him. He’s not watching the sunset anymore. He’s looking back at me.

  I feel that jolt again, the same one I felt when we kissed. This man is so much more complicated than I ever bargained for and yet here I am, still completely enthralled. I don’t know what it is about him.

  “I’m almost happy this happened,” he says softly.

  “Oh, yeah? Explain that one to me.”

  He grins. “It’s a good excuse to stay here on campus for a while.”

  “To hide out from the media.”

  “That, and to see you.”

  I bite my lip despite myself. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re just here for me.”

  He cocks his head. “Plenty of places to hide out from the media in this world, sweetheart. I chose here for a reason.”

  “So now you want to be here?”

  He smirks. “Now that I got a taste of you? Yeah, I think so.”

  I feel my heart beating fast as he moves closer. I look up into his eyes and feel the wind blow along my legs as he tilts my chin up toward him.

  I let him kiss me. I want him to kiss me. I feel that buzzing desire run through my whole body the moment before his lips touch mine, and when they finally do, it’s like a sweet release. It’s exactly what I wanted, exactly when I wanted it. Shivers run down my spine.

  His tongue runs against mine and I taste him all over again. I smell the lake, feel the soft rocks under my body, feel him against me. We kiss slowly like that before he pulls me over to him and I throw my leg over his lap, straddling him.

  He pulls me tight against him and kisses me. I breathe deep and press myself down against him. I swear I can feel his hard cock through his jeans and it makes me gasp. He grabs my hair tight in his fist, kissing me deep and slow before he pulls my chin back, making me gasp.

  He kisses my neck and chest, down to my full breasts, but stops at the hem of my dress. He comes back up, loosening the grip on my hair, and kisses my again.

  I put my arms around his neck and grind my hips down against him. I can’t help myself. All the other stuff disappears. There’s just him, his body, his taste. I roll my hips and moan, unable to help myself. I feel his other hand roam down my back and end up on my ass, squeezing it and gripping it tight.

  “Fuck,” I say, taking a breath.

  He looks up into my eyes, his gaze fire. “Tell me you want me to kiss you again.”

  “Fucking kiss me again. Please.”

  He pulls me against him and kisses me hard. I groan as his other hand moves my ass, rocking my hips, grinding me against him. I can definitely feel his rock-hard cock through his jeans and he is absolutely enormous.

  I feel heat pooling between my legs and I know my underwear’s ruined at this point. My panties are dripping and I bet he can feel it himself. Oh, god, I feel so filthy, so stupid.

  And so, so good. I can’t help myself.

  He groans and fists my hair tighter. I writhe in his grip, body ringing with desire and need as he pulls me tighter against him. His mouth is pressed against mine and he bites my lip, just hard enough to feel a slight sting against the pleasure rolling along my spine.

  He suddenly grabs my ass and turns me. His arms wrap around my body and he lowers me onto the blanket. I can feel the tiny sand-like rocks under my ass and it’s surprisingly comfortable as he presses me down and kisses me again.

  H
e hikes up my dress and his right hand slides down along my thigh. I moan into his kiss as he finds my panties with his fingers. “Dripping wet,” he purrs in my ear, kissing my neck at the same time. “Look at you. Can’t help yourself, can you?”

  “Asshole,” I groan. “You’re just as bad.”

  “You’re damn right I am.” His eyes lock on mine as he teases my pussy, pushing my panties aside. He slides his fingers up along my slit and finds my clit, rolling them along my hard little nub. I groan and move my hips, pushing back against him, my pussy slick with need.

  He kisses me hard and teases me with his fingers. He slides them inside of me, fucking me with his thick fingers in and out, curling them to push against my spot. I gasp and moan as pleasure rocks through me in waves. He fucks me faster, not slowing down. His strong arms keep me pinned in place as I twitch and gasp in pleasure.

  He pulls back before it overwhelms me, teasing my clit again in soft circles. He bites my lip softly. “Ever since I saw you, I knew I had to taste you,” he whispers in my ear. “Do you want me to taste you, Jenna?”

  “Please,” I groan. In this moment, I think I’d say yes to anything. I need it badly, need to feel him so badly.

  He smirks and moves down, kissing my chest. He drops between my legs, hiking my skirt up higher, and peels my panties off slowly.

  I bite my lip as he moves back up, panties in his hand. “Open,” he whispers. “I can’t have you being too loud.”

  “What?” I gasp and he pushes my panties into my mouth. Not rough, not too deep, but enough.

  “Bite down,” he says, sliding fingers inside of me. I bite down onto my cotton panties. I can taste my own pussy on them. “Good. Anyone could come past and I don’t want you drawing too much attention.”

  I glare at him but I don’t spit them out. I don’t fight him.

  This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

  He drops back between my legs and he starts to suck and lick my clit.

  I’m glad I have the panties between my teeth, because it feels so good that I instantly forget where I am.

  His tongue laps me up, sucks and licks my clit, and pleasure rips through me. I dig my fingers into the blanket and into the tiny sand-like rocks below. I bite down harder onto the cotton between my teeth and I moan, god, I moan. I let out these deep, animalist moans and I don’t even know where they come from.

  I’ve never felt like this before. Maybe it’s because of how long it’s been since someone last touched me, or maybe just the stress I’ve been feeling, or maybe he really is this good. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t care. All I know is his hands on my thighs, his tongue between my legs, it feels so good I can barely control myself.

  I grab his hair with one hand as he licks and sucks my clit faster. I look down at him, down at his gorgeous face and he smirks up at me. “I knew you’d need those,” he says softly. “Dirty girl. Can’t be quiet for me, can you?”

  I groan as he goes back to work, doubling his efforts. His tongue feels perfect, like constant pleasure, rolling against me in lapping and sucking waves. I’m losing myself completely in ecstasy, losing myself so deep in the wilderness of pleasure. And it’s all because of him, Brady, this man. I grip his hair tighter to anchor myself in the moment.

  I feel his fingers slide inside my pussy and pump in and out. He fucks me with his fingers, rolling them to push against my spot, and it makes me gasp. I nearly breathe in the panties. I bite down again, panting, moaning, the noise stifled by the underwear in my mouth.

  He fucks me with his fingers and sucks my clit and I think I might scream. God, it’s so good, so incredible. I pull his hair and he only grunts and keeps going. I push him tighter against my clit, roll my hips, losing my mind so completely that I don’t know how much longer I can even handle this.

  But he keeps going. He keeps pushing me. He doesn’t stop or slow down. It’s almost cruel if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

  I gasp as his fingers hit my spot again and his tongue laps me up just right and I know I’m done. He knows it too. He goes faster, licking, sucking, fucking, and god, I’m so finished.

  I gasp and come hard. I have to bite down on the panties to keep from screaming out my pleasure. I come hard, the whole world going black for a moment, and he’s relentless. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop. He makes me come and he makes me exist in that orgasm for so long I think I might finally pass out.

  But slowly it finishes. Slowly I come back to myself. He kisses me once, twice, then sits back and admires his handiwork.

  I spit out my panties and drop back onto the blanket. I stare up at the sky, at the swirling pinks of the sunset in the clouds, nearly finished now. I let out a soft little laugh at the absurdity of this.

  “Good job,” I say to him. “Wow. Seriously.”

  He chuckles and I feel him lie down next to me. “Happy to be of service.”

  I look over at him and he smiles at me. “You really are crazy, you know that?”

  “Probably.” He grins again. “But you are very worth it.”

  “Am I?” I frown a little and look back up at the sky. “Maybe. I don’t know. But if anyone caught you doing that, I mean right now of all times…” I trail off.

  “I’m sure my agent would be pissed.”

  “I bet.”

  We go quiet for a moment. I think I killed the mood, mentioning the whole situation he’s in again. I watch the sun slowly sink in the sky and I feel his hand brush up against mine, but he doesn’t take it.

  “You know, I came into this with good intentions,” he says softly. “I don’t know why, though.”

  “How’d you even find out about it?”

  “Friend of a friend mentioned it, and one thing led to another.”

  “Huh.”

  He looks at me. “Did you really want to be sponsored?”

  The question takes me by surprise. “I… think so.”

  “The girls around here, they’re all so… mercenary. At least the ones I’ve met from the very rich families.”

  “Mercenary?”

  “Sure. Maybe a better word is transactional. They want a man in exchange for furthering their family’s wealth and status.” He chuckles to himself. “I’m not exactly going to provide that. Maybe some notoriety, maybe a little money.”

  “I’m not sure that’s how I looked at it.”

  He smiles a little bit. “How did you look at it then?”

  I frown and stare up at the sky. “My mother and grandmother want that, yeah, definitely. But I thought maybe… I don’t know. I could get out of that world if I found the right guy. You know what I mean? Someone who could take me away.”

  He’s quiet at first. I look at him and he slowly sits up, leaning back on one elbow to stare across the lake.

  “I get that,” he says finally. “Our family always feels like it’s holding us back, even when we love them.”

  “Do you feel that way with yours?”

  “I used to,” he admits. “But my dad died a few years ago and my mom lives down in Florida these days.” He snorts and smiles. “I bought her this absurd house near a swampy river. She loves it. Says she feeds the gators.”

  “Oh my god. Really?”

  “Nah. That’s just the sort of person she is.”

  I smile a little. “Maybe you got some of that.”

  “Maybe.” He sighs and we lapse into silence again as the sun finally extinguishes itself for the night.

  He sits up and slowly stands. “Come on,” he says. “Better take you back.”

  I nod and let him help me up. “What about this stuff?”

  He glances down before stopping and picking up my panties. He smirks and shoves them in his pocket.

  “This’ll be a souvenir. I’ll get the other stuff later.”

  I glare at him. “Don’t be a dick. I need those.”

  “No, you don’t. Think of me when you remember where they are.”

  I sigh and shake my hea
d. “You’re crazy.”

  “Probably. Come on.”

  He leads me back to my dorm. We don’t kiss before I head inside. He just turns and leaves with a little wave.

  “Crazy,” I whisper to myself.

  But I smile. My panties are in his pocket. There’s something weird about that… and I like it.

  I head up to my room and try not to let anyone notice the fact that I’m wearing a relatively short dress and no underwear.

  6

  Brady

  “You motherfucker. Hey. Are you listening to me, you motherfucker?”

  I rub my temples. Vince’s voice is blaring out the speakerphone of my cell and all I want is a drink, even though it’s just after eight in the morning. Which means Vince is up and at it absurdly early out in LA.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I said, she’s doing an interview with TMZ. Do you get that? TM-fucking-Z. They’re going to lambaste you, rip off your balls, and feed them to all your willing and eager fucking fans. It’s going to be a feast of your balls.”

  I make a face. “Graphic.”

  “Damn right it’s graphic.” He sighs and I can picture him taking a long drag on his cigarette right now, standing in the back yard of his enormous mansion next to the pool he never uses, robe open to the wind, his two tiny white lapdogs prancing around his ankles. I never understood why Vince, a quintessential New Yorker, would want to move out to LA, but here we are.

  “Look, kid,” he says, which is what he calls me when he’s really fucking annoyed with me. “I know this is uncomfortable. But you gotta be straight. Did you really call her a fat slut?”

  “No,” I say, getting annoyed. “Come on, Vince. You know me. When have I ever been disrespectful to a woman on my set?”

  “Never,” he admits, almost like he doesn’t want to. “Honestly, I wish you had been.”

  “Why?”

  “If this is true, we can work with it. But if she’s lying, well, that’s a lot more complicated.”

  “I don’t see how.”

  He groans. “It’s a classic he said, she said bullshit. You’re going to keep denying because I know you and you’ll never admit to doing something you didn’t do, all the while you keep looking like a goddamn creep. If you had it done it, we could spin some story or excuse and you could apologize and the world could move on.”