My Stepbrother's Secret Baby: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (6 page)

TRENTON

“Are you comfortable starting tonight?” I asked her as she downed the last of her wine. “I’m ready when you are.”

When I looked across the table, for the first time in years, I didn’t see a piece of ass. I didn’t see a disposable fuck buddy. I didn’t see my ex kid sister. I didn’t even see Tierney. I saw the mother of my child. The woman who was giving me a gift so beautiful, I knew I had to treat her like gold. Even though she was being compensated, having a child of my own and on my terms, was priceless to me.

She licked her lips and sucked in a deep breath. “I – I don’t even know if I’m ovulating. Don’t you want to be sure before we …?”

I shook my head. “That takes all the fun out of it. I want this to be enjoyable. Don’t you?”

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat and locking her gorgeous brown eyes into mine.

“Just because we’re trying to have a baby doesn’t mean I don’t want this to feel good for you,” I said. “It doesn’t mean we have sex a couple times a month and then ignore each other.”

“It doesn’t?”

“I want us to form a bond. A friendship. We’re having a kid together for crying out loud,” I said. “We need to get to know each other. I can’t think of a better place to start than in the bedroom …”

I strolled over to where she stood by the window behind the dining room table and slid off her cardigan to reveal a thin, spaghetti strapped camisole. I slid one finger under the strap and pulled it off her silky shoulder before running my fingertips down the length of her arm until they reached her hand. Interlacing my fingers into hers, I pulled her closer to me and led her down the hall to my bedroom.

“Look at you,” I grinned as I admired the way the moon trickling in from my bedroom windows highlighted all of her coke bottle curves.

“What?” she asked she smoothed her hair down, suddenly looking shy. “Do I look alright?”

“Oh, hell, yeah,” I said as I bit my lip. I was already undressing her the rest of the way with my eyes. Fucking a baby into her was going to be the best sex of my life.

She slowly began to strip down, right there by my bed. I took my sweet time and enjoyed the view as my eyes glazed all up and down her tight body. When she was fully nude, I unzipped my pants and tore off my shirt, hitting a switch on the wall which controlled my blackout curtains, darkening the room around us. I wanted to feel her. Taste her.

I threw her down on the bed, my eyes never leaving her body, as I began to disrobe. Her 22 year old, rock hard body was rippling with every move as she climbed across the bed towards me. I couldn’t wait to touch her smooth skin and run my fingers through her silky hair as I plunged myself into her.

“Do you like foreplay?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Okay,” I said, my mouth watering at the thought of her taste on my tongue. I laid across the bed. “Sit on my face. I’ll lick your pussy and you can suck my cock.”

She willingly obeyed, straddling my face as her full lips and tongue worked the length of my massive, throbbing dick.

“Lots of tongue, baby,” I said. “There you go. And suck on the tip. Grab the base with your hand. Nice and wet. Good job.”

She did everything I said, and she was amazing.

I separated her thighs as far apart as they would go as I continued lapping up her sweet nectar and swirling my tongue up down and side to side. I never wanted it to end. The oral stimulation of licking her pussy and as she tortured and teased my cock into oblivion was almost too much for me to bear. I had to fight off a massive orgasm several times, but it still felt amazing.

Brenna climbed off me and repositioned herself so that she was lying next to me.

“You want to be on top?” I asked.

“No,” she said, suddenly shy.

“Are you scared?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I should’ve drank more at dinner. It just feels weird now that we’re trying to make a baby. I feel like I can’t be sexy now.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said, running my hand across her cheek. “Making a baby is the sexiest kind of sex. You’re all woman. I’m all man. This is what our bodies were meant for, Brenna.”

I leaned up and kissed her full lips to reassure her.

“You’re the sexiest woman alive and I want you to climb up onto me,” I said as I held the base of my cock with my hand. It was full throttle, engorged, and ready for some action.

She wrapped her legs around my hips until her wet pussy met my throbbing cock. She reached down and grabbed it gently, placing the tip into her waiting hole. Brenna glided down onto it as it filled her in its entirety. Every nerve, every sensation below was tingling with desire.

“Now I want you to rock back and forth on my cock,” I instructed. “Yeah, just like that. You control the speed. You control the pressure.”

She moved slowly at first until she found a rhythm that felt right. I reached my thick, man hands up and massaged her perky breasts as she rocked and bounced to and fro on my fertile, rock hard cock.

“You can let out some sounds you know,” I laughed. “Let yourself go.”

Sighs and moans soon escaped from her sweet mouth, and my hands moved down to stimulate her clit. Everything she did, ever little move, put me closer and closer to the brink, and I knew soon I wouldn’t be able to fight it off anymore.

I could feel it coming. The buildup. The intensity. There was going to be no stopping it.

“Oh, god!” I breathed out as I tossed my head back into the pillow. Rhythmic waves of pleasure and ecstasy rippled through my entire being as she bounced harder and harder on my throbbing, veiny dick.

I grunted and I felt my cock pulsing inside her, shooting load after load of baby sauce into her tight, wet pussy. When it was all over, she collapsed on top of me, my cock still buried inside her.

“Oh, god,” she heaved, out of breath.

“Roll onto your back,” I said, grabbing pillows and propping them underneath her hips. I buried my face between her thighs, ready to repay her for that massive, mind-blowing orgasm she gave me.

“What’re you doing?” she sighed, obeying me.

“We’re propping your hips,” I replied. “And I’m giving you an orgasms. All things that should help with conception.”

She melted back into the sheets as I got busy and within no time, I’d taken her there and back a few times.

“I don’t normally smoke, but damn,” I said to her. “What I wouldn’t give for one right now.”

She wrapped her body up in the sheets as she curled up in my arm, drifting off to sleep.

I lay awake, as I normally did at night, unable to sleep. My phone buzzed on the nightstand next to us, and I quietly reached over to grab it as the soon-to-be mother of my child slept soundly in my arms.

LONG TIME NO SEE.

WHO IS THIS? I replied.

TIERNEY. REMEMBER ME? She wrote.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and suddenly my mouth went dry. Since Brenna entered my life, I’d been focused on moving forward. Starting a family. I’d thought less and less of Tierney with each passing day, and for the first time in forever, I stopped seeing Tierney’s face when I looked at Brenna.

I’M IN TOWN. WANT TO MEET UP? she wrote again.

PART TWO

TRENTON

Tierney. Tierney. Tierney.

It’d been years. Eleven to be exact.

Seated at Serendipity I waited patiently for her to arrive. Knowing Tierney, she’d be fashionably late. The girl always loved to make an entrance.

I checked my watch. She was twenty minutes late. Of course she was.

My heart pounded heart in my chest. There was only one woman who could ever do that to me. I drew in a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

“Trenton?” a burst of enigmatic energy in a burnt orange wool coat floated through the doorway towards my table. “Is that you?”

Her smile was a mile wide and made my heart pound deep and hard in my chest. God, I’d missed her smile. I stood up and she wrapped her arms around me. I took a brief second and breathed her in. She smelled just like I remembered: sandalwood, musk, and vanilla.

“Tierney,” I said, stifling my excitement. “You look good.” Correction: she looked amazing.

“Thanks,” she said, her sparkling brown eyes locked into my gaze. “You look good too.”

She slipped her coat off to reveal a navy sheath dress with a shiny gold and white baubled necklace hanging from her neck, playing off her perfect, caramel skin. Her shiny hair was perfectly coifed and polished. She looked like a million bucks, but then again, she always had.

Our server walked by and placed an ice water in front of her as she ordered some mocha drink. As she reached for her glass, I saw it: an indentation on her left ring finger where her wedding ring used to reside.

“So what made you want to get a hold of me?” I asked.

She smiled and paused, subconsciously rubbing her naked finger. “Things have changed, Trenton.”

“Oh, yeah? In what way?”

“My daddy died last year,” she said, looking down. “I don’t know if you heard.”

“I did,” I said. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“I was shocked that you still had the same number from eleven years ago,” she said, her brown eyes shifting nervously.

“I’m surprised you kept my number,” I countered.

“I left my husband,” she blurted, cutting to the chase.

I kept my lips from twitching into a smile, secretly thrilled that that summer together in the Hamptons meant enough to her that she’d want to reconnect.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” she continued, biting her full bottom lip with her perfect white teeth. Her lips twisted into a smile, revealing her gorgeous dimples. “That summer, Trenton.”

She sighed and closed her eyes as if she were recalling vivid memories.

“I know,” I said. “It was fun.”

“Oh, Trenton, it was more than fun,” she said as she smiled fondly. “It was magical.”

The memory of our last week together in the Hamptons and Tierney telling me her father didn’t want her seeing me anymore, that she was going off to college in a month and that it was the end of the road for us, played in a loop in my head. That memory had stayed with me for eleven years. That memory was the reason I’d never become the marrying type and had no intentions of settling down.

How could something be so real? Feel so real? And then become quickly discarded as if none of it mattered?

“So your father passed away and you left your husband,” I said. “And where does that put you, at this point in your life?”

“Open,” she said without missing a beat. “Open for anything. I’m done living my life for other people. I married the man my father wanted me to marry and I spent my entire twenties unhappy and miserable, Trenton. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life that way.”

“And that’s why you called me?” I asked. “So we could just pick up right where we left off and you could have your happily ever after?”

“Well, not exactly,” she said. “I know it doesn’t work that way. I guess I just wanted to reconnect and see if anything was still there between us.”

Her face winced as she studied mine, waiting for my response.

“Sounds like a fairy tale,” I said dryly. “Those don’t exist in real life, you know.”

“Trenton,” she said. She reached her soft hand across the table and covered mine.

I glanced up into her gorgeous eyes as she looked back at me through her long, dark lashes.

“We were just a couple of kids back then,” she said softly. “I know I hurt you. Please stop punishing my nineteen-year-old self, okay? I’m not her anymore.”

“Would you two like to order anything?” the server walked up, pen and paper in hand, providing a break from our tense conversation.

“Just my mocha for now,” she said, her eyes on me. “I don’t think I’ll be staying much longer. Actually, can I get that in a to go cup? Thank you.”

“I’m good,” I replied, waving her off. I was clearly upsetting Tierney, and as much as my decade old anger and hurt boiled under my skin, I didn’t want to see her go just yet. “You’ve got somewhere to go?”

“Not really,” she said. “I can just see that this conversation isn’t exactly headed in the right direction.”

Her soft hand slipped off of mine as she drew it back.

“Look,” I began. “My life has sort of…taken a different path in the very recent past. I’ve got something going on right now that I can’t really talk about.”

“Oh?” she seemed intrigued but her good breeding forced her not to ask any questions. I could tell it killed her not to know.

“If you’d have reached out to me a month ago,” I said, “maybe we could’ve entertained something.”

“A month ago, huh,” she said, pursing her lips. “I never did have good timing.”

Her lips quivered as she stifled tears and looked away.

“Tierney,” I said. Regardless of anything, I hated seeing her cry. “Don’t get upset.”

“I never stopped loving you, Trenton,” she said, holding back raw emotion. “When I went to college, when I met my husband. Even on my wedding day, I thought of nothing but you. I knew marrying my ex was a mistake. It should’ve been us. He never loved me half as much as you did. He never looked at me the way you used to.”

The waitress returned with Tierney’s mocha, and Tierney wasted no time getting up and slipping her coat over her shoulders. She reached into her purse and pulled out a crisp bill and slapped it on the table. She adjusted her hair over her coat collar and buttoned herself up. She couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” I asked. “I thought we were going to catch up?”

“I can’t,” she said, tears in her eyes. “I-I just … can’t.”

With that, Tierney was gone. Just as quickly as she’d come back into my life, she’d vanished into thin air. I slapped some cash on the table and waited a minute. I didn’t want her to think I was chasing after her. I wasn’t. She was right. Her timing was all off.

If Brenna was pregnant, I needed to focus on her for the next year. Tierney broke my heart into a million pieces, forever changing my outlook on love and happiness and what I wanted from life. She didn’t get to just whisk herself into my life and turn it upside down. She didn’t get that privilege.

But damn if she didn’t look amazing. My lips curled into a smile as the thought of plowing her pussy slipped through my mind. And I didn’t feel guilty at all. I had become the monster Tierney had created. I was a product of that brokenhearted summer in the Hamptons.

If I hurried up, I could still catch her.