My Stepbrother's Secret Baby: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (9 page)

I moaned and sighed as he licked the hell out of my wet, achy, throbbing pussy. I didn’t want it to end, but suddenly and without warning, he stopped.

“Turn over and get on your hands and knees,” he instructed.

I obeyed and assumed the position. I felt Trenton reposition himself behind me on the bed. He reached up and rubbed my pussy with one hand before gently gliding his cock, bare and unsheathed, inside me with the other. I was so wet, that he slid right in. From behind, Trenton felt huge. He was inside me so deeply that I could’ve sworn he was twice as long as he felt.

As he fucked me from behind, his hips slapped against my taut ass cheeks. He held onto my hips for leverage as he fucked me harder and harder, the slaps growing louder and louder. He reached one hand around and massaged my clit with his fingers, which only intensified it. With his opposite hand, he cupped an ass cheek. Suddenly I felt his thumb growing closer and closer to my asshole.

“What are you doing?” I asked. I had never had anything, ever, put inside my asshole.

Without warning, Trenton placed his thumb inside my ass. He was still fucking me and still rubbing my clit. This was a whole new experience for me, and a whole new set of sensations. Double penetration plus clitoral stimulation was almost too much.

I began to shout and moan uncontrollably.

“Fuck me, Trenton,” I cried. “Fuck me so hard! Fuck a baby into me! Do whatever you want to me! Fuck my pussy so hard!”

Trenton said nothing and continued doing what he was so good at. Trenton wasn’t joking when he said he found me sexy, and he was rock solid the entire time and the fuck session felt like it would never end, but in a good way. He kept going and going, pounding the hell out of my pussy, shoving his thick cock deep inside me. It was such a carnal experience and unlike anything I’d ever done before.

I tried to fight it, but soon an orgasm took control over my body. I fucked him back as hard as I could and he rubbed my clit with more vigor than ever while he continued plowing me from behind. It was the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever felt in my life. Trenton wasn’t done yet though. He continued fucking me, then removed his thumb from me and held onto my hips with both hands. He jackhammered me until I felt his cock begin to throb and writhe inside me. He blew his huge load inside my aching pussy. It was more cum than I’d ever taken in before. It was the cum of a real man. A man who found me dead sexy and who wanted to fuck a baby into me.

We both fell over on our bellies on top of the bed, panting, heaving, and trying to recover.

“Oh, my god,” I heaved. “Alright. I believe you.”

Trenton said nothing and just lay there trying to catch his breath.

“Can I take my blindfold off now?” I asked.

“I hope you’ll take my word from now on?” Trenton asked.

I nodded, biting my lip, my body reeling.

I felt Trenton get up and watched him get dressed. I was still naked, my body on fire, rippling with ecstasy still.

“Shall we do this again tonight?” Trenton asked.

“Mm, hm,” I nodded with a smile. “Same place, same time?”

“It’s a date,” Trenton replied. I heard the door open and shut. With that, he was gone.

I sat up and gathered my robe and panties. Within a few minutes I had redressed and had headed back out to the kitchen to make myself a hearty breakfast with a very huge, very satisfied smile on my face.

TRENTON

One month later…

I’d picked a gray tie that day. Fling gray. To match the crappy January weather we’d been having. I was aching to get out of the city soon and I was thinking of taking Brenna with me. It was kind of nice having someone always there. I never thought I’d be the kind of man who wanted to come home to someone, but Brenna made it fun. There was no pressure, no commitment issues. And she put me in my place. Man, did she put me in my place.

I smiled as I thought about her. Not only was she sweet and funny, but she was smart and sassy. Brenna was a far cry from any of the upper echelon Manhattan socialites I’d dated in my twenties.

“Good pick,” I mumbled to my reflection, out loud. I sure knew how to pick ‘em, and having Brenna as the mother of my child was one of my best picks ever.

I slipped my jacket over my arms and straightened my tie one last time before heading out to the kitchen.

“Morning,” Brenna said, looking radiant against the cool blue hue that spilled in through the windows behind her. Outside is was snowing. Again. But inside it was toasty warm. Her face twisted into a knowing smile as her eyes pointed my gaze towards a little blue box wrapped in a white bow sitting in front of her. “Open it.”

“What’s this?” I asked, picking up the rectangular box and untying the ribbon. I pulled the lid off to reveal a positive pregnancy test. “Seriously?”

She nodded, smiling. “We did it, Trenton.”

I walked around the island to where she sat and wrapped her in a hug. “That was fast.”

“Yeah,” she said. “It did happen really fast.”

Damn, I was going to miss all the fun we’d had trying. I couldn’t expect her to still want to have sex with me at this point. It wasn’t like we were dating. As much as we tried to keep things spicy in the bedroom, we were fucking for one purpose and one purpose only all along.

I stared at the little blue plus sign, so glaring, so present.

“Thank you, Brenna,” I said. “You’re going to make me a very happy man.”

“I’ll call the doctor today,” she said. “I assume you want to come to all my appointments.”

“Wouldn’t miss them for the world,” I said, glimmer in my eye, as I slipped out towards the foyer.

***

“You’ve got a little extra pep in your step, sir,” Rolland said when I arrived at the office that morning.

“You’re an observant one,” I replied. He followed me, walking in tandem with me as we headed to the boardroom for a scheduled staff meeting.

I led the meeting, but my mind was someplace else. I was going to be a father. The life growing inside Brenna was microscopic, but it already took a huge part of my heart. My mother was right. It truly was a love like no other.

After the meeting, I settled in my office, my mind still on Brenna and the baby. I checked my phone.

FIRST BABY APPT IS NEXT WEEK. MONDAY AT 9.

I marked it on my calendar and then proceeded to check my email until I was interrupted by my assistant.

“Mr. Ellsworth,” Michelle said on the intercom. “You have a visitor.”

I glanced at my calendar, not expecting anyone.

“Okay,” I said. “Who is it?”

“Um,” Michelle paused. That was never a good thing. “A lovely young woman.”

I smiled. It was probably Brenna.

“Alright, send her back,” I said.

Within minutes my office door swung open.

“Tierney,” I said as a burst of fuchsia color stood in my doorway. Dressed in a bright fuchsia wool coat with a matching hat with a mink color, she walked in.

“I was in the area,” she said. “Thought I’d stop by.”

I cleared my throat, speechless. After our last encounter, I felt vindicated and convinced myself my feelings for her had completely dissolved, as if I’d gotten the last word.

“You never returned my phone call,” she said, slinking past my desk and running her gloved fingers along the edge. “After our little hotel rendezvous, I thought I’d see you again. Had I know that you were just going to run …”

“I didn’t run,” I said. “I’m sorry our expectations were different.”

“Expectations?” she said, her strong brown eyes crinkling in irony. “I told you I missed you, that I still loved you. You chased after me and then made love to me in my hotel room. Tell me, please, where my expectations went wrong.”

I shrugged. “I thought we were just having a moment of fun. Something brief and sexy. Kind of like that summer we shared.”

Burn.

Her jaw dropped for a minute as she struggled to find her words. “You’re a coward, Trenton Ellsworth.”

“Coward?” I said with a smirk. “That’s not something I’m called everyday, but okay. If that’s how you feel.”

“You’re afraid,” she said, her arms crossed. “You’re afraid to love.”

“That’s not true,” I said. “I love someone right now.”

Her eyes softened as she didn’t expect that response. “Who?”

“My baby,” I replied.

She laughed a big belly laugh. “That’s a joke.”

“No, really,” I said. “My … partner … just found out today that we’re expecting. We go to the doctor next week. So call me a coward if that makes you feel better, but please know that my heart is very, very full right now. There’s simply no room for spoiled little princesses who are just upset because they missed the boat.”

Her jaw dropped again and her brows furrowed. “Who’s your partner?”

“None of your concern,” I said, standing firm.

“You’re just lying,” she said as she turned to walk out the door.

My lips twisted into a smile. “I can neither confirm nor deny that. Goodbye, Tierney.”

I had no time for it. My priorities had suddenly shifted as of that morning. Making sure Brenna was safe and happy and healthy as she carried our child was my number one concern. Tierney had her chance, and I wasn’t going to suddenly bend to her will just because she was lonely and decided she might want to be with me after all.

***

“How you feeling?” I asked Brenna over dinner that night.

“Good,” she said with a smile.

“You’re simply radiant,” I replied. “Glowing.”

She nodded as she chewed her roast duck.

“I was thinking this morning how nice it would be to go somewhere warm for a bit,” I said. “I was thinking maybe Turks and Caicos. Would you be up for something like that? Or maybe St. Lucia or St. Barths. I haven’t really decided. I just need to get out of the city for a bit and it’s nice to have company.”

That and I’m not leaving the mother of my child home alone, without me and my resources to care for her.

“Oh, um, sure,” she said, excitement in her tone.

“I’ll call my travel agent tomorrow,” I replied. “I’d like to leave next week if we can.”

“Our appointment is on Monday,” she reminded me.

“Fair enough,” I said, feeling as if we were having the sort of discussion married couples have. I smiled at the thought as it did not suit our situation at all. “We’ll leave after the appointment.”

She smiled and nodded as she chewed her meal and washed it down with a glass of sparkling water.

“Oh, before I forget,” I said. “I have an art gallery opening this Friday. You’re coming.”

“I am?”

“It’s a red carpet thing,” I said. “Lots of big names. Lots of photographers. We will be photographed together and people will start wanting to know who you are, where you come from, that sort of thing. I’d prefer to leave an air of mystery. For now, you’re Brenna Smith, not Winters. It’ll be safer for you that way.”

“Fair enough,” she replied.

I had to protect her. I had to protect the baby.

“I’ll need you to go pick out a dress tomorrow to wear,” I continued. “Make appointments to have your hair and makeup done. Nails. That sort of thing.”

“I feel like we’re going to prom together or something,” she laughed.

“This is not prom at all,” I said. “This is real life, baby. Just keep in mind that your picture will end up somewhere online. Maybe even printed in Page Six.”

She raised her eyebrows, hiding the fact that she was secretly excited. Everyone loved to talk about being in the spotlight, but the reality of the spotlight was harsh. Not fun at all.

“You’ve got thick skin, right?” I asked. “People will talk about you, and especially once your belly starts to grow, you might even be followed around by paparazzi. Billionaire bachelor has baby with girlfriend. That’s headline news.”

“I can handle it,” she assured me.