Millionaire Best Friend: A Secret Baby Romance Page 12

  I let out a sigh as he moved to wrap his arm around me and held me close. Not letting anything else come into my mind, I closed my eyes and let sleep pull me in.

  Him getting out of bed at some point later woke me up even though he was trying to be slow and gentle so he didn’t jostle me. I opened my eyes to look at him, and he smiled.

  “Go on back to sleep,” he said. “You don’t need to be up yet.”

  It was the same thing he’d said to me Monday morning, but it felt completely different now. He walked into the bathroom, and I heard the shower turn on. Glancing at my phone, I checked the time. Five hours of sleep was good enough. I slipped out of bed and took off my panties, letting them fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

  Moving quietly so he wouldn’t hear me, I snuck into the bathroom and slipped stealthily into the shower behind him.

  If he didn’t know I was behind him, he was good at acting like he wasn’t surprised. Rather than jumping or acting shocked, he turned with a grin on his face and water running down into the curve of his lips. I stepped into him, and he pulled me in, the water spreading across my back and down my legs, and my breasts pressed against his chest. They rubbed against his hardened, wet muscles, and my nipples went taut.

  One hand slid down to cup my ass, and I grinned into a kiss that had me melt into his body. I could feel his thick cock harden as it pressed against my stomach, and I let one hand slide down his body while our tongues tangled to wrap around the base of him. The hot water made him slick in my grip, and I stroked him up toward his belly for a moment, looking down to marvel at it before kissing him again.

  His skin smelled fresh and clean as I kissed down his chest, making my way to my knees. He pushed his back against the shower wall and let one hand slide through my now soaking hair. When I reached his cock, I let my tongue trail around the base, taking a moment to fill my mouth with his balls while I stroked him. He let out a groan as I switched from one to the other, and I slid my tongue up the center and all the way to the head of his cock.

  I wrapped my lips around him and breathed out through my nose before taking him deeply onto my tongue. When the tip reached the back of my throat, I choked and pulled back. The sound of my struggles to take him deeply into my mouth seemed to make him harder, and I repeated the action, noticing the grip on my hair tighten as I went as far down as I could go. Suddenly, he pulled back on my hair, and I followed the guidance. Curling my lips so they pulled easily on his cock, I let my hands drop and submitted to his desire.

  His hips rocked back and forth into me as he fucked my mouth, and I relaxed my throat after a few moments. No longer was I gagging, but taking him farther and farther in, until my lips pressed on the skin of his core. Pulling me back and off him, he leaned down and pressed his lips into mine for a passionate kiss.

  “Your turn,” he grumbled, and I giggled as I stood quickly.

  But rather than kneel in front of me, he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me away, pushing me into the wall of the shower. He knelt behind me, pulled my hips toward him, and squatted down, sliding his legs between mine so I stood above him. He wasted no time as his tongue slid through my folds from underneath, and I moaned in pleasure. I pressed my hands into the walls as he let his mouth play over my core, his tongue teasing at my clit before sliding through and into my opening. His hands grasped at my ass and squeezed, pulling at it so he could gain greater access.

  Seeing an opportunity, I bent even further and let one hand slide down. I filled my fingers with his cock as he licked me, and I felt the vibration of his groan on my pussy. I squealed at the sensation, and he responded by doing it again. This time his tongue pressing against my clit. I could feel the tension rising and knew the overwhelming sensory overload of the hot water splashing down on my back, his tongue playing with my clit and my hand wrapped around his cock, was enough to make me reach a climax. I bore down into it, and suddenly the tension exploded. I came, my legs shaking as he lapped me up, pulling me into his face with both hands.

  In the height of the orgasm, he suddenly stood, and I had only a moment to prepare myself before he slammed into me. The feeling of his huge cock filling me was intense and immediate, and I shouted out into the pouring water. My face turned up, and the shower rained down on me as he reared back and slammed into me again. Strong fingers curled around the curve of my hips and pulled me into him again, and soon he was fucking me in a steady rhythm. I tried to press into the wall of the shower for control, but there was none to be had. Greg had me right where he wanted me, and I was helpless to change it.

  As if I wanted to.

  Soon the rhythm evened, and I was able to breathe normally again, the lights dancing in my eyelids fading away when I shut them. I pushed my hips back into him with every thrust, and he growled with the intensity of the movement. The sound sent a thrill down my spine, and I looked over my shoulder at him. Biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out again, I watched as his eyes trailed to my backside, where he watched his cock disappear into me. Then he looked up, and our eyes met, and a grin crossed his lips.

  He pulled himself out of me and turned me around. I went willingly, prepared to go anywhere, be in any position he asked. I was his for the taking. He pressed my back against the wall, lifting one of my legs under his arm so I stretched my hips open for him. This allowed him to put his other arm around me and press his body close as the shower poured down on both of us. He positioned himself at my opening and slid inside easily, my pussy ready and waiting for him.

  The movements were slower now, more methodical, but no less passionate. We kissed under the water, his cock sliding in and out of me, filling me and giving my body the attention it so desperately wanted. As I was on the brink of another climax, he pulled out of me and took my hand, leading me out of the shower.

  We stepped into the surprisingly warm bathroom. He led me to the long counter along the wall and turned to me. Picking me up and placing my ass on the counter, he stepped between my legs. Folding his arms under my legs, he pulled me to the edge of the counter and slid inside me again.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck, holding myself in place and letting my head rest for a moment on the wide mirror behind me. He turned a little, and I looked back into the reflection and felt myself getting somehow even more turned on watching him fuck me. My hair was wet and in thick strings on my face, and water dripped from both of our bodies, but something about this position in this place sent me into overdrive.

  He thrust into me with an animalistic fury, and I knew he was getting close. Once or twice, I saw him glance at the mirror, too, and I lay back across the counter so my breasts would jiggle with each thrust. He reached forward with one hand and cupped one, as if he was using it for leverage to plunge into me, and I felt the wave about to crest of another intense orgasm.

  My voice rose with each thrust, and my ankles tightening around his waist as he fucked me harder and more intensely. I could see the passion in his eyes, the reverence of my naked body, the longing for release, and I willed myself to hold on for just a moment longer. I wanted us to experience that ecstasy together. But the wave was crashing over me, and I was powerless to stop it. My voice rose to outright screaming yelps, and suddenly my world exploded in an earth-shattering climax, my toes curling as his cock slammed harder, deeper into me. In the midst of the wave, another higher one washed over me as he growled and exploded inside me. We came together, pulsing with each other, our bodies giving and taking.

  I struggled for breath as he continued to pound into me until he was empty, and then he collapsed into my chest on the counter. I kissed his forehead and traced my fingers along his back as our breathing returned to normal and I gained control over my legs again.

  A few minutes later after stepping back into the shower and washing off, we managed to get out of the bathroom, and I wrapped up in a towel while Greg got dressed for work. I walked him to the front door and kissed him goodbye. As soon as I closed the door behind
him, I went right back into the bedroom and curled back up in the spot still warm from his body. Five hours might be enough, but seven or eight was definitely better. Especially when I was so relaxed. Closing my eyes, I smiled into the pillow and started to drift away, happier than I’d ever been.

  22

  Greg

  The sky was threatening rain when I walked out of the apartment into the parking lot, so I opted to take my truck to work rather than hopping on the back of my motorcycle. If the weather had allowed it, today definitely would have been a morning to enjoy a ride. As therapeutic as riding when I was upset or angry could be, it was even better when my mood was as high as it was that day. It felt like I was soaring, and I just wanted to keep the rush going.

  Even without the bike ride, I still ended up getting to the garage with a grin on my face so big it stretched my cheeks. I sat in the parking lot for a few seconds trying to bring it down a notch, but there was no use. This high wasn’t going away anytime soon. Not after a morning like that coming after a night spent with Maya in my arms.

  Her coming home and climbing into bed with me woke me up, but it was more than worth it. I would happily miss out on some of my REM cycles to have her there in my bed with me every night. And it was exactly what I intended. That second bedroom could go right back to being just a spare room now. Maybe a guest room. Or a room that was just for fun if we wanted a new setting.

  My steps were almost bouncing when I made my way down to the garage. Darren was crouched down on the floor tinkering with his bike when I walked in. He looked over at me and smiled, shaking his head.

  “I was all geared up to make fun of you for not being here earlier than the rest of us, but that stupid grin on your face tells me you really wouldn’t care,” he said.

  “No, no I don’t,” I said. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to put my jacket in my locker.”

  I walked around to the bank of lockers in a small room off to the side of the garage. Taking off the light jacket I’d thrown on in case the rain came, I stuffed it into the locker.

  As I was standing there unloading my wallet and the bag of snacks I’d brought with me, I realized that in the distraction of the morning, I hadn’t taken the time to make Maya lunch like I always did and that made me feel bad. I didn’t want her to think I had just forgotten about her, or that I wasn’t going to try anymore now that we seemed to be settling into a relationship.

  I couldn’t exactly go back to the apartment and make something for her or add her usual sticky note, but I could make sure she knew I was thinking about her. I grabbed my phone and called my favorite little pizza shop. I ordered her a pizza and a salad to be delivered, then asked the manager to make sure the delivery driver sent me a text when he arrived at the apartment.

  I wanted to be able to send a message to Maya when she was getting the food as a stand-in for the note. Just doing that had me grinning all over again, and when Darren looked up at me as I walked back into the garage, he laughed and rolled his eyes.

  “Still with the smile,” he said. “You must have had a really good morning.”

  “And why would he have a good morning?” Kelly asked from the other side of the garage, widening her eyes theatrically in mock innocence.

  “I don’t know,” Darren said. “It looks like he has a nice, healthy glow about him. Maybe he got up and took a long jog.”

  “Or maybe he just had some really good, hot… breakfast,” Kelly teased.

  Darren laughed, and I shook my head. I had a feeling I was going to get teased all to hell all day, but I didn’t care. It was more than worth it. I was happy to accept the ribbing if it meant having Maya in my bed the way I never thought I would have her.

  “You know what?” Darren said. “That’s got to be it. And because it’s just the type of guy he is, I bet he gave some to Maya, too.”

  “Actually, I didn’t have breakfast at all,” I said. “So I’m going to go up to the main building and see what Minnie has in the kitchen. I definitely have a big appetite this morning.”

  I walked out of the garage with both of them laughing behind me and headed out to the main building. I greeted the receptionist, and we had a short conversation before I went down the hall into the kitchen. The room almost looked like a tiny restaurant with several tables set up in the front section of the room, a large island counter set in the middle, and a full kitchen behind it.

  The tables were rarely used. Most of us would rather just gather around the island and talk while we were eating. And if there wasn’t anybody else in the room when we walked in, like now, then we just grabbed whatever food was available and brought it back to where we were working.

  Like most mornings, the island and one of the counters was full of plates, platters, and stands full of the various treats and snacks Minette Freeman made. Minnie was known for her legendary bouts of baking. It used to be that she only really did it when she was feeling stressed or had a lot on her mind.

  As her sons started getting married and having babies, though, it became a more frequent thing until she was constantly filling the kitchen with her goodies. She still went into more rapid production when there was a lot going on or she was upset about something. But since things seem to be calmer right now, there was an almost manageable amount of food.

  I looked around at the offerings, trying to decide what I wanted to have for breakfast. Just looking at the baked goods made me think of Maya. Her baking skills definitely hadn’t climbed up to the point of competing with the Freeman matriarch, but she was getting better. And her regular cooking never disappointed.

  When I was visiting her at the bar the night before, she mentioned she wanted to send more food to the complex with me to share with everybody. I walked around the kitchen, scouting what Minnie had already made so I could give my recommendations of what she might want to make.

  Carrying a plate with servings of several of the different offerings piled onto it in one hand and a cup of orange juice in the other, I headed back to the garage. Darren and Kelly were still giggling when I went back in. I sat my breakfast on the counter at the back of the garage and leaned against it to spend a couple of minutes eating.

  “So, what did Lindsey tell you?” I asked.

  They exchanged glances.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Darren said. “Lindsey didn’t tell me anything.”

  “Maybe not you, but I know she talked to Kelly. Or at least she talked to Vince, who would have talked to you. Or Nick for that matter. It’s like one giant game of telephone around here,” I said.

  They looked at each other again and burst into laughter.

  I shook my head and ate a bit more, washed it down with juice, and headed over to the coffee maker. The change in my morning routine was definitely throwing off the start to my day, but I could live with that.

  After a cup of coffee, I filled it again and brought it over to sit next down at my workstation. I felt happier than I had in as long as I could remember, like even if I could manage to wipe the smile off my face, it was just going to come back a few seconds later.

  But my good mood didn’t last.

  I had been working for a couple of hours when I heard somebody clear their throat a few steps behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Gus looking down at me. Usually, when he came into the garage, he was cheerful, but this time, his face was drawn.

  “I need to speak to you for a minute, Greg,” he said.

  His tone was heavy and serious. I nodded and got up. We walked outside, and I immediately saw my mother standing right outside. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and I could see streaks of tears down her cheeks. I hadn’t seen her since she left Charlotte to go back to Shelby after I recovered enough to not need twenty-four-hour care.

  I walked closer to her, and she fell into my arms.

  “Mom, what’s going on?” I asked.

  “It’s your father,” she said, her voice wobbly and faint. “He’s dead.”

  It
didn’t make sense. My father had skipped town a long time ago. As soon as he started drinking, he started spending long stretches away from the house. When he was there, it was miserable. Eventually, he left altogether. We had done just fine without him, so I didn’t understand my mother’s reaction.

  “How did you find out?” I asked.

  As far as I knew, neither of us had any contact with my father or any member of his family since the day he left for good.

  “Your grandmother found me. She wanted to tell me. I’m not sure why, considering they all hated me.”

  Thinking about my father made my stomach turn and my heart pound a little harder in my chest. By the time I was a teenager, there would be months at a time when I didn’t see him. He would leave us with nothing and come back only to brutalize my mother. Him changing the way he had and leaving me with so much instability in my life had really messed me up.

  Now to find out he was dead, I didn’t know how to feel. He was a human being and was once a good man, so there was some sadness, but there was also a sense of relief. I hated the confusion.

  “She didn’t tell you anything else?” I asked.

  “Well,” Mom said, stepping back from me, “I guess I do know why she contacted me. It seems your father left you something in his will.”

  “He left something for me?” I asked. “I didn’t know he had anything to leave.”

  “Neither did I. I have some papers for you in my car, and there will be a will reading in a couple days,” she said.

  I was in shock as I followed her to the car and took the papers from her. It wasn’t just trying to wrap my head around the fact that my father was dead. I was having a hard time accepting that my mother was actually this sad about it.

  23

  Maya

  I was just about to get ready for work when the door to the apartment opened. Surprised, I looked out of the kitchen and saw Greg come into the living room.