Giving Her My Baby Page 3

  She’s silent so long I don’t think she’s going to answer me. But I know what I heard, and her semi-denial is nearly proof. If she’s naked on the other end of this phone I might not make it home before I combust.

  “Yes,” she breathes, and the one word is barely above a whisper.

  I close my eyes tight before my hands start to scramble. I lean back in the seat and reach down inside my slacks and grab my cock. I can’t get to it fast enough. As soon as my hand makes contact with the steel-hard length, I’m biting my lip to keep from groaning.

  “Are you in the big bathroom? The one with the tub in the middle of the room?” I stroke my hand up and down my cock as I hear the water splashing a little more on the other end of the phone. I need every goddamn detail.

  “Yes,” she breathes again, and I can tell she’s turning shy.

  She’s in my bathroom. Which means the movers did as I instructed and put her in my bedroom, too. The image of her wet pussy soaking in my tub has me leaking cum on my hand. Fuck, I’m not going to make it home before I cum all over my hand. I glance out the window to see how close we are.

  “Did you use bubbles?” I ask, needing to know everything.

  “No,” she answers, and I can’t hold back my growl of excitement.

  If I were in the bathroom with her right now, I could stand over her and look straight down at her naked body. I could tell her to spread her legs and let me see that pink cunt I want to breed.

  “Did you think of me when you took your clothes off and got in the hot water?” I ask, needing to know.

  I’m desperate for her, and I need some sort of sign that she wants me, too. I could feel the pull between us today; it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt and I know it wasn’t just me. If she gives me even the slightest hint, I don’t care if she is my stepsister. I’m going to get her little ass pregnant.

  “Yes,” she replies, and I swear to god I can hear a whimper in her voice.

  “Are you touching yourself while we’re on the phone?” I ask and pump my cock faster.

  Fuck, I’m not going to make it. There’s no answer, but I can hear the water moving, and I close my eyes tight, picturing her hand moving between her legs.

  “Stop it,” I growl, letting the anger push forward so that I don’t cum. When I don’t hear the sounds of water anymore, I hold the phone close to my mouth. “Stay where you’re at, and don’t you dare touch that sweet little pussy again. She belongs to me now, and I’m coming for her.”

  “Okay,” she answers, and it’s so soft I almost don’t hear it.

  “Good girl, beautiful. I’m on my way.”

  I hang up then tuck my aching cock back in my pants as the driver pulls up to the front of my house. I start stripping off my clothes as I enter.

  “Eleanor!” I shout as I yank off my tie and throw it down in the foyer.

  I pull off my shirt and toss it down on the stairs. I’m practically running inside, down the long hall to my bedroom, desperate to get to her. When I get to my room, I glance around and see some of her things. I strip off my pants and underwear as rush into the bathroom.

  There, in the middle of the bathroom, is my fucking goddess, naked in the water, her hair piled high in a messy bun, and her cheeks flushed with either the heat of the bath or need.

  When I had this house designed, I didn’t give two shits about the bathtub, but the designer told me since I had the space, the bath should be a key focal point in the room. I just said “whatever” and I’ve never once used it. But right this second, I think I’ll send the company a nice Christmas bonus. It cost an arm and a leg, but standing here and seeing my beauty naked and spread for me, I’d gladly give every last penny I had for it.

  “Beautiful,” I breathe, and for a second my chest tightens so much I’m worried I might have a heart attack. I take a breath knowing I can’t die before I get inside her pussy.

  “Brooks, I don’t know if this is a good idea. Oh god, what was I thinking.” She tries to cover her breasts, but I walk over to the side of the tub and look down at her.

  “Stop,” I say, and it’s a command. She looks up to me and our eyes lock. The feeling from earlier comes rushing back and I know damn well she feels it, too. I can see it in her eyes and the way she’s looking up at me. “Let me see it.”

  She slowly lowers her arms, exposing her breasts, and I shake my head.

  “Those are perfect and I can’t wait to have them in my mouth. But you know what I want.”

  Her cheeks redden even more as my eyes trail down her body to her thighs and she slowly spreads them.

  “That’s it. I’ve been thinking about that rosy little pussy since you walked in my office. Use your fingers and spread those lips.”

  She does as I ask, and I can see her hands tremble under the water.

  “Rise up, I want to see it all.”

  I step into the tub as she brings her hips up to the surface. The bath is big enough for about five more people, but luckily for me there won’t ever be anyone but her and me.

  I ease down into the hot water across from her and spread my legs. I stare at her pussy, letting my eyes linger on her puffy lips and hard little clit.

  “You want a baby in there, don’t you?” I say, and look into her eyes. She bites her lip and nods.

  I sit up on my knees and move over her body so that I’m on top of her in the tub. Her legs are still spread, and her hand remains on her pussy, holding it open for me. She’s ready to be bred, and I’m not waiting any longer for it. She might be my baby sis, but I’m going to take her bare and get her pregnant on the first try.

  She’s slick from the water, so when I slide the head of my cock into her, it’s easy.

  “Virgin little cherry, isn’t she?” I say when I feel her barrier.

  “Yes,” she says, looking up at me through her lashes.

  “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll be easy.”

  I slide in farther and feel it pop as her body tenses. Leaning down, I kiss her, letting my tongue glide across her lips until she opens for me. She tastes like cookies, and it’s so goddamn innocent I can’t help but thrust into her a little more.

  My hands grip her hips as I work my way inside her, knowing she’s unprotected. The chance of getting her pregnant makes me even harder, knowing I’ll be breeding her for my own. I can’t wait until her belly is big and round and my stepsister is carrying my child. Fuck, I should tell her, but I can’t take the chance she’ll say no. I need this, and I’ve never needed this before.

  I’ve never looked at a woman and thought about impregnating her, but with my Ella, I want to take her from behind like an animal and hold her hips up while I keep filling her up with my cum.

  “Yes,” she whispers against my lips as I take her deeper.

  Her body is ripe, and I bet she’s ovulating. She’s so fucking ready for my cock that I know she’s thinking it, too. She’s probably hoping that my seed takes root and she’ll end up with a blue line by morning.

  “Open up for me, beautiful,” I say, spreading her legs and tilting her hips. If she cums, her cervix will be nice and soft, so my cum will go right in. “That’s it. Nice and easy,” I say, encouraging her.

  My mouth goes to her nipple and I suck on it, feeling the hard peak on my tongue. She moans and grips my hair as I rock in and out of her pussy. She’s so close, and so am I, but I know what’s at stake. I won’t dare cum before she does, because I want to make sure I’ve got her where I want her.

  “Brooks, don’t stop,” she begs, and I wouldn’t dare.

  When I slide a hand to where we’re connected, I brush my thumb across her clit, and she cries out. It’s loud and echoes off the tile of the room, and I thrust into her one last time, holding my cock as deep as it will go.

  I feel the pulses of cum pump up my shaft and into her, and I growl through it. Her body lets nature take over as her pussy squeezes every drop out of me and into her womb. It makes it even hotter as I look down at her naked body, seeing her hips beg for more. She wants this baby. Maybe almost as much as I do.

  Moving my hands around her back, I stand up in the tub with her in my arms. I don’t dare take my cock out, because I don’t want to chance anything spilling out.

  “Where are we going?” she asks, her eyelids heavy.

  “I’m going to make sure you get what you want,” I say, carrying her to the bed. I put a pillow on the bed for her hips and then lay her down on top of it. “Now show me again where you want me to put your baby.”

  Her hand goes to where we’re connected, and she spreads her lips once again. I look down at my thick cock sliding in and out of her, covered in cum.

  “Hold them open, beautiful. I wanna be a daddy.”

  6

  Ella

  I hide under the covers, scared to pull them off my head. I’m not sure what I’m going to see, because tonight could not have been real. Even though I already know it was. I can still feel Brooks all over my body.

  I slowly pull the blankets down and peek out. When I don’t see anyone, I sit up and look around the room. But still I don’t see anyone.

  My eyes go to the clock on the nightstand and I see it’s still night. I must have fallen asleep for an hour or so after Brooks pushed me into orgasm heaven. I didn’t even know it could be like that. I’d given myself a few over the years, but they were never like what Brooks did to me. I’m pretty sure I passed out after that last one, because I don’t remember much.

  Crawling from the bed, I scramble for the bathroom, looking for something to cover myself with. I snatch a robe that’s hanging on the bathroom door, then freeze when I see myself in the mirror. I look like a freaking hot mess. My hair was in a messy bun but is now loose, and I look like I spent all night fucking.

  I run my fingers along my collarbone and up my neck to where there is a line of little hickeys. I look down at myself and see tiny bruises forming on my hips and thighs. My core clenches at the sight of them, and I quickly close the robe to hide the evidence of what we did. I stare at my face in the mirror. My lips are puffy and red from the hours he spent kissing me.

  “What have you done, Ella?” I ask myself.

  I work for this man. I need to work for him for the next year. I’m already bound by the contract I signed when I got here. I don’t even know him and I let him do all kinds of things to me. My whole body flushes. I can’t face him. I might die of embarrassment.

  He kept talking about giving me a baby. I don’t know why, but it turned me on so hard I would have done anything he asked me to. I’d been lying in the tub fantasizing about what it would be like to be with a man like Brooks—to live in his house and sleep in his bed. To welcome him home every day after a long day at the office. Then he called and it all happened so fast.

  “I can fix this,” I tell myself. I’ll get dressed. Then I can go find him and tell him we have to keep this professional. My body rebels against the idea and so does my heart.

  I go in search of my clothes. While I went over paperwork and let the agency know that I was taking the Renshaw job, the movers put my stuff away. They instructed me this was my room, but as I start to open drawers I keep finding men’s clothes. I open another drawer and finally find something that looks familiar. Maybe Brooks has so many clothes he has to use his guest room for the extra space.

  I find a nightshirt and slide it on over my head before pulling out my favorite fuzzy slippers. After hanging the robe back on the door, I make the bed and straighten up a little. I try to tame my wild hair but settle on putting it in a messy bun on top of my head instead. It’s the best I can do at the moment.

  I stand there realizing there isn’t anything left for me to do to keep procrastinating. I was half hoping that he’d show up and I wouldn't have to go search for him. But it looks like I can’t drag my feet any longer, even though my shyness wants to win out.

  “Professional,” I mumble to myself.

  As I flip the bathroom light off a thought creeps into my mind. What if you’re pregnant? I almost stumble over my own feet when the idea hits me. I thought about it last night, of course. But it was in the heat of the moment. What are the odds I really got pregnant after the first time?

  The idea of having Brooks's baby warms my body all over. Then doubt starts to creep in and I wonder what kind of father he would be. What would that make the two of us? For all I know I’m just another flavor of the week.

  When I make it to the kitchen I don’t see anyone, so I go back to my bedroom and find my cell phone. I don’t feel right snooping through Brooks's home looking for him. Plus, the house is giant. I might never find him. Maybe he left a message that he’s going out to do something.

  I only see a couple of missed texts from my mom. I send her one back letting her know I got settled in. She’s disappointed that I already picked up a new job and won't be home for a longer stay. I make plans to have lunch with her in a few days. I’m still on the fence about telling her what happened with Brooks. The money, the sex. It’s a lot for twenty-four hours.

  I cringe when I think about it like that. Why else would someone offer you a million dollars, Ella? That can’t be it. A man like Brooks isn't hard up for female attention. He can’t be. He’s not only handsome, but he’s mega rich. And he’s incredible in bed. He might have been the only man I’ve ever had sex with, but he’s pretty freaking good at it. I thought your first time was supposed to be awkward and a fumbled mess. Even a little painful. It wasn't any of those things.

  The only rational explanation I can come up with is he has money to throw around and wanted to get this straightened out before his sister got here.

  I debate texting him. I want to but think better of it. I wouldn't text another client asking where they were. I head back to the kitchen but stop when I hear a knock on the front door. I pause, wondering if I should answer it. I live here now, I remind myself. Well, kind of.

  I go to the front door and peek through. I see a woman standing there holding a bottle of wine.

  I pull open the heavy door and the blonde stares at me in surprise. She’s tall, probably a foot taller than me. She’s in tight black spandex shorts and a bright yellow sports bra. The outfit implies she was going for a run, but the bottle of wine and makeup are saying something else.

  “Where’s Brooks?” she asks as she pushes in past me.

  “I’m not sure,” I tell her, feeling a little anxious. I’m not sure if I should have let her in or even opened the door. Not that I really let her in. She walked in as if she’s done it a million times.

  “I’ll wait.” She walks into the kitchen and I follow her. She starts opening the cabinets until she finds a wine glass and a wine opener. I stare at her as she pours herself a glass. She doesn't offer me one. Not that I wanted one to begin with. I want to eat a snack and then sneak back to my room. Now I think I have to stay.

  I can’t leave this woman to wander around. She might be his friend or— I cut that thought off, not wanting to go there. I hadn't even thought about him being with someone else after he said he wasn't married and hadn’t gotten someone pregnant.

  Yet. He’d said. The single word flutters through my mind and my hand goes to my stomach. I could be.

  “So who are you? Brooks never has women back to his place.” Her eyes roam over me. “Are you like a little cousin or something?”

  I look down at myself and remember that I’d put on my nightshirt that’s covered in bunnies. Paired with my slippers I probably look young.

  “No. I’m staying here to help when his sister comes. To help with the baby.” She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.

  “He doesn't have a sister.” She rolls her eyes, bringing the wine glass up to her mouth but stops before she takes a drink. “You had sex with him, didn't you!” she accuses.

  I feel heat creep up my neck. “He doesn't have a sister?” I ask, ignoring her other question. I’m not talking about sex with this random woman who may or may not be involved with Brooks. The thought makes my stomach turn. Why else would she be here so late with a bottle of wine? Isn't that a booty call?

  “Not that I know of.” She sets the wine glass down with a hard thunk. I’m surprised it doesn't break. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but Brooks is mine.”

  I’m not sure what to do or even say. “Maybe you should go. I don’t think Brooks is here right now.” I want her to get out of here. I suddenly don’t feel so good.

  “Ella.” I almost jump out of my skin when Brooks's deep voice fills the room. His hand lands on my shoulder and he leans down, putting his mouth next to my ear. “Go to your bedroom.”

  I stand there shocked for a moment, not wanting to leave them alone. But I also don’t want to stay. What if he kisses her or something right in front of me?

  “Now,” he adds sternly.

  With that final word, I race back to my room and shut the door. I flip the lock and then stand there, feeling stupid and heartbroken over someone I don’t even know.

  7

  Brooks

  “What in the fuck are you doing in my kitchen, Tiffany?” I say, narrowing my eyes at her.

  I hear the sound of heavy footfalls behind me, and I know it’s my security.

  “Mr. Renshaw, I’m so sorry—”

  I hold my hand up to signal my head of security, Ben, should stop speaking. He’s out of breath so he must have run across from the other side of the property.

  “You guys are so over the top,” Tiffany says as she rolls her eyes.

  “Ma’am, you’re coming with me,” Ben says as he walks over to her.

  “Jeez, I was just coming over to be nice. It’s the neighborly thing to do,” she huffs out like I’m the one being ridiculous.

  “Tiffany,” I say and rub my eyes. “You’re not my neighbor anymore. Not since I bought the property from you and forced you to move. I’m pressing charges this time. I’ve already had to issue a restraining order, and you’re in violation of it.”

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