Accidental Pregnancy, page 17
“I pay cleaners,” Lyle says, amused, when I voice this.
“Of course you do, rich kid,” I snort.
But I smile, taking the sting out of my words. If I’d cared at all how rich Lyle was, I would have thought about this a long time ago. But I really don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, Lyle’s wealth is his business, and I’m more than content to continue working my way toward my own goals.
When the car pulls to a stop, the driver jumps out to open the door for me. I slip out of the sleek car and thank the driver, who nods in return.
“Does he just wait for you to call and tell him you need to go somewhere?” I ask, amazed, as the car drives away.
“Not quite,” Lyle laughs. “He has my schedule, and he does other jobs in between. If I call him and he’s busy, then I’ll either drive myself or get a taxi.”
Stepping into the mansion is like entering an entirely new world. Crystal pieces glitter on the shelves, there are professional paintings on the wall in gold frames (I’m too overwhelmed to ask if the frames are made out of real gold), and the large photograph of Lyle’s parents shows that Jessica is wearing a necklace made of large diamonds.
“Woah,” I breathe. “This place is amazing.”
“A little, I guess,” Lyle says, looking around. “Sometimes it feels like I live in a museum.” He shakes his head. “Anyway, coffee? Or do you want a tour?”
A tour would be wonderful. But that can wait until a little later. I’ve waited for some time, now, to get Lyle on his own. I step toward him and wind my arms around his neck, sliding in close to his body.
“A tour sounds great,” I say. I press a kiss to his jaw. “Why don’t we start with the bedroom?”
He breathes in sharply at my words.
“My bedroom is upstairs,” he says as I kiss his jaw again, nipping lightly at the skin with my teeth. His hands are tense as they settle on my hips. “I should have moved into the master bedroom, but I haven’t gone in there since… Oh, that feels good.”
I just sucked on his pulse, feeling it quiver beneath my touch. I smile and pull back, pleased by his reaction.
“Well, let’s start up there and work our way down,” I say with a wink. “Lead the way.”
He blinks for a moment, trying to get his thoughts back on track. Then he smiles and steps away. I allow him; I’d stay plastered to his side if it meant getting up the stairs safely.
“Follow me,” he says.
My anticipation rising with each step, I follow him up the carpeted stairs. The hallway on the next floor has thick, blue carpet that sinks under my feet, and I see several photos on the walls. Before I can get a good look, however, Lyle opens a door, catches my wrist and pulls me inside.
My first thought is to wonder how this is not the master bedroom. The entire room is almost as large as my entire apartment! It isn’t just a bedroom, there’s a small living area set up in one corner with a massive television on the wall and a study on the other side of the room. It’s clear that Lyle spends most of his time here, likely to avoid rattling around the massive house on his own.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Lyle jokes.
“The thing this place isn’t is humble,” I inform him. I step in toward him. “But I still wouldn’t say no to a very thorough tour of this room. Maybe you can show me your bed?”
He grins and catches my hands, lacing his fingers with mine. Then he walks back, pulling me in his wake. There are only some lamps on in the room, likely left on when Lyle left this morning, and neither of us bother to turn the main light on. The dim lighting gives the area a sultry, intimate feel, and I catch Lyle’s eyes, held by his gaze.
I can see his emotions in his eyes. He’s happy. We won and now we’re here, together.
“You’re perfect,” Lyle says quietly.
He reaches out to cup my cheek in one of his hands. The touch is soft and intimate and my eyes flutter at the feeling of his fingers brushing my skin. His thumb lightly runs over my lips, and I part them to lick the digit slightly.
“Thank you for standing up to Dad,” I say.
“There was no way I was letting you go, not when I finally had you,” Lyle says.
He leans in and kisses me. The kiss is soft and sweet, just like his touches. His tongue touches my bottom lip, requesting entrance, and our tongues tangle lazily together. There’s no rush anymore. We have all the time in the world to be together and explore.
I feel the mattress brushing my knees and I sit, bringing Lyle down with me. Both his hands are on my face now, his fingers tangling in the hairs framing my cheeks, and he presses more firmly into the kiss, deepening it and pulling a groan from my throat as he sucks on my tongue.
The sweet feel dies away, replaced by a surge of lust as one of his hands lowers, brushing down the side of my body before settling down on my hip. We break out of the kiss, needing to breathe, and we pant, staring at one another. His lips are as red as mine likely are. My hands are tangled in his shirt and his free hand is traveling down my back to press against the dip at the base of my spine, pulling me in closer.
“Amazing,” he murmurs, ducking his head to kiss my neck. I feel a little stubble on his chin, which scrapes against my skin and makes me gasp at the rough sensation. Flames are building up within me, and I’m starting to feel like the touches I’m receiving aren’t enough anymore. “Your body is so responsive to me. Do you want more?”
“Please?” I breathe.
He shifts, pushing me back onto the bed and hovering over me, swinging one of his knees to straddle me. He braces his arms on either side of my head and looks down at me. His eyes are glittering and I can see sweat beading on his forehead.
“I’m glad you’re here with me,” he whispers.
He leans in and kisses me before I can answer. I reach up and tangle my hands in his hair. I’m really glad, too, that we’ve gotten here. It makes me feel that the future is far brighter than I thought it would be.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lyle
I look down at Amanda. She’s breathing heavily beneath me, her body limp and trusting under my weight. She’s looking at me in anticipation, waiting for what I’ll do next.
Part of me can’t believe that we’re really here in my room. So much has happened in the last few days. It’s been a constant up-down of emotions and events. There were several points where I honestly didn’t think our relationship would survive.
But it did. And we’re here, and Amanda is looking up at me with an expression full of trust and love. I want her so badly right now, and I can see, from the darkening lust in her eyes, that she wants me too.
We still need to talk, of course. There’s a lot we need to go over. I need to make sure she’s definitely okay with all the secrets we were both keeping, since we haven’t yet had a moment to sit down and talk about that.
But not now. Now, I have Amanda all to myself, on my bed, and I’m going to take full advantage of that.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say.
I lean in. I can smell her perfume, that same lavender scent that I love. It’s heady and it makes arousal shoot through me, my pants tightening uncomfortably. Amanda shifts beneath me and her leg brushes against my clothed cock, making me twitch.
“I want you so bad right now,” Amanda groans. “Get these clothes off. I want to feel you.”
That’s a command that I can definitely obey. I pull back and wait until she turns her eyes on me. Then, making sure to hold her gaze, I start to slowly undo the buttons on my shirt, teasing her with the barest hint of my chest beneath. She almost seems to stop breathing as she watches my hands, caught by my impromptu strip tease.
When the shirt is unbuttoned, I slowly slide it down my arms, twisting my torso and flexing my muscles as I go. Her gaze turns hungry and her hands twitch, eager to touch. But I pull back and lift myself onto my knees. My cock is tenting my pants now, my erection obvious, and I thrust my hips into the air before circling them slowly. I unclip my belt and pull it free, dangling it before dropping it to the ground with my shirt.
“Do you want to see more?” I ask teasingly.
“Fuck, yes,” Amanda groans.
I slide my thumbs into the loops of my pants and pull the waistband. Teasing her like this is almost as hard on me as it is on her; all I want to do is sink into her willing body as soon as I can. But I love the way she’s watching me, her attention completely captured by my every movement. So I slowly pop the button on my pants and drag the zipper down.
I have to slide off the bed now, getting to my feet and stretching my arms deliberately slowly over my head, my pants now open and showing the green of my boxers underneath. The lump of my cock is also obvious, straining to get free.
I shimmy the hem of my pants over my hips, bending over unnecessarily as I do it, and I can feel Amanda’s eyes fixed on my thighs as they’re revealed before she turns her gaze to my cock. With only the loose barrier of my boxers keeping it poorly confined, it springs to attention. There’s a moist patch on my boxers from the leaking tip.
As Amanda watches, I rub myself through my boxers, making us both groan. I’m so hard that it’s painful.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she gasps.
I hook my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my boxers and then push them down over my hips. This time I just let them fall, allowing her to take in the full view of my cock as it bobs up, eager and desperate.
Now completely naked, I stalk back toward Amanda.
“Now you’re wearing too many clothes,” I say.
She reaches for her shirt but I bat her hands away. I’m not finished yet. Agonizingly slowly, I undo the buttons on her blouse. As each inch of skin is revealed, I press a kiss to it, a feather light touch that makes her shudder each time. She sits up slightly as I push the shirt down over her shoulders and arms, and I use that moment to reach for the clasp of her bra. I fumble with it for a moment before finally unclipping it, and she collapses back to the bed.
She’s wearing one of her white lacy bras that suit her so well. It dips over the curve of her breasts and I run my fingers over the last, pressing on the soft skin only slightly. She groans and bucks.
“Please, more,” she begs,
“Patience,” I say with a chuckle
Though I’m not sure how much patience I have left in me, either. Each part of Amanda that is revealed makes me want her more and more. I try not to touch her silken skin too much, otherwise this will all be over when finally lose control and sink into her. I want to draw this out a little longer. I want her to remember this day, because it’s when we finally were able to be together.
As I drop my hands to her skirt, however, I pause on her stomach. It’s still flat. It’s hard to believe that a baby is growing inside her. Our baby.
“When…?” I ask.
“I’ll start showing in a few weeks, they said,” Amanda says with a smile, understanding what I’m trying to ask.
Overwhelmed, I lean in and press a kiss to her navel. I wanted to court Amanda and maybe, if things went well, marry her, and then start a family. But I’m not upset about how things worked out. Despite how quickly everything has gone, and how tumultuous our relationship has been up to this point, I know that I’ll hold onto Amanda for the rest of my life, if she allows me to. She and my unborn child are now my family, no matter what happens in the future.
I pull her skirt down and she lifts her hips to help me. Her panties match her bra, they’re already wet with need. I pull them off as well, slowly stripping them down her smooth legs, and she shrugs her loosened bra off. Her clothes join mine on the floor.
Then we’re both bare. I stand there for a moment, looking her over. Every time I see her, there’s something new about her body to discover. I want to know everything about her. One day, I want to be able to say I know her body just as well as my own.
Then I lean in. Her legs fall open eagerly, inviting me in.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I promise.
She gasps.
“Yes, please,” she moans.
We’ve been waiting too long for this. It was only the other day that we had sex in my office, but I had missed Amanda’s touch. Part of me had thought I’d never feel it again. Now that she’s here, I want to feel her and touch her as much as I can.
Amanda’s legs open further and I guide my throbbing cock toward her entrance. I have to take a moment to breathe, though, so close to the edge that even doing this is enough to almost make me burst. Then I press the tip into her and slowly sink down into her body.
She throws her head back, eyes fluttering, and I grit my teeth as I move further into her, choking on the sensation of her body clenching tightly around me. All too soon, I’m buried deep in her and I stop to catch my breath.
But not for long. Amanda wriggles her hips and I gasp at the sparks the movement sends through me.
“Fuck me,” she begs.
I pull out and sink back in. Between us, we set a steady pace. It isn’t as fierce as some of our previous lovemaking sessions; both of us want to feel every bit of this and remember how it felt. Amanda’s hips meet mine on each thrust, and the world narrows to the sweat on my brow and the slapping of skin. Her hands clutch my shoulders for anchor, and I know I’ll have fingernail marks there tomorrow. I hold onto her hips, helping to guide her to meet me each time.
I don’t want it to end. But we know it must. I can feel it building inside me, and her body is beginning to shudder with the force of it all, prepared to burst. I hold off as long as I can, sinking deeper into Amanda.
She orgasms first, her body clenching impossibly tightly around me and pulling my own orgasm from me. It’s short and intense and, when the spots clear from my vision, I collapse down beside her.
I look over at her and smile. She grins back tiredly as we catch our breath, coming down from the high of sex.
Then, almost as one, we move to the head of the bed and start sliding under the covers. It’s been a long day, and we definitely deserve some rest.
Later, we’re still in bed, our naked bodies curled contentedly around each other. Amanda is tracing a lazy pattern my shoulder and her hair is caught under my head. Neither of us want to move, though we both know we’ll have to eventually.
“So, tell me, were you really as confident as you looked in that meeting?” Amanda asks, looking up.
“I looked confident?” I ask, amused.
“Yeah; it seemed like you knew exactly what was going to happen, and you were just waiting for everyone else to catch up,” Amanda says.
I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s nice to hear,” I say. “But, honestly, I was terrified. I really thought I was going to lose. I couldn’t believe it when your dad actually said he would think about the deal.”
“You brought money to the table,” she points out. “Even for him, that’s a game-changer.”
I chuckle. “Well, I thought I’d ruined it all when I started talking about us. I was certain that he was going to walk out and then that would be it.”
“You looked at me, though.” Amanda tilts her head back, searching my face. “You knew I could keep him in the office by refusing to go with him when he told me to. Why didn’t you say anything about it to me before it happened?”
I catch one of her hands and bring it to my lips. I press a soft kiss on her knuckles.
“I didn’t want to coerce you into anything,” I say softly. “I knew how important Tech Square Inc. is to you. I didn’t want to force you to choose to stay with me.” I pause. “But I’m really glad you chose to stay, anyway.”
“Let’s just say I have a few revelations of my own,” Amanda says quietly. Then she grins. “Though, if he had fired me for that, you totally would owe me a job.”
“I would have hired you right then and there,” I promise with a laugh.
She smiles and lays her head down again. She’s still drawing on my shoulder. The world around us is peaceful and I can’t imagine being anywhere else other than where I am right now.
“I love you,” I say.
I’ve said the words a few times today, and, once or twice, directly to Amanda. But saying them now feels so very right.
There are still things we need to talk about, of course. We have a baby on the way and we need to discuss what to do about that. We still need to work out the last of the kinks in our relationship. On top of that, I still don’t really know where her father stands. At most, I think he just doesn’t care what we do anymore, and I hope that he doesn’t cause any more problems for our relationship in the future.
Amanda rolls over and looks at me. She’s smiling.
“I love you, too,” she says quietly.
She kisses me softly. Yes, there are a lot of things to think about. But, right now, I just want to hold onto this little bit of peace.
We can deal with the rest of the world later.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Amanda
“Are you sure?” Lyle asks, watching me as I dress. “You’re welcome to stay here.”
I look over at him and smile. The blankets are pooling on his lap.
“Yeah,” I say. “I have work in the morning, and Dad will probably tell me whether the alliance is going ahead or not. Either way, I’ll need clean clothes for tomorrow, and I don’t have anything here.”
“We can change that,” Lyle offers.
I laugh and walk over to him as I do up the last button on my blouse. I kiss him chastely.
“Not today, we can’t,” I say.
Lyle sighs.
“Fine,” he says reluctantly.
“I’ll stay over another night,” I promise.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he says, cracking a smile. “Let me just call Ewan. He should be able to drive you home.”
“It won’t be a problem,” I try to protest.
