Still Here: A Secret Baby Romance (16 page)

H
e wanted me
. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to stop until I was under him with his cock buried deep inside of me.

It sent chills down my spine. A man like him could have anyone he wanted. Hell, he’d already done that. And he decided that he wanted me. Not just for a night.

I swallowed hard and tried to slow my racing heart. It was all so much at once.

And I was having his baby.

I closed my eyes and thought, really, thought, for a second. I imagined him. With me.

Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About us. I threaded my fingers through his hair and breathed him in. The sweet musk of his body overwhelming me.

He even smelled good.

All of my senses tingled as I kissed him, my delicate softness meeting his strong, solid lips as what started out being gentle and innocent turned dark and passionate.

He carried me so easily into the bedroom that I didn’t even think to protest. I was wet with anticipation of him.

Just the thought of it made me curl my toes. No one could make me feel the way he did.

“How do you want this, Rose?” he asked. “Soft and sweet or hard and fast.”

I wanted both I wanted everything. I wanted him and me, and I didn’t want to stop until we were both writhing on the floor panting and completely exhausted.

And then I wanted to do it all over again.

“Give me everything, Wyatt. I want it all.” I felt so overwhelmed by feeling that I didn’t think twice, I just pulled at my own clothing, taking them off a piece at a time. At least, what I could reach. He was holding me so that my skirt was out of the picture.

When he finally set me down in my own bed, I looked up at him.

It didn’t matter how many times I stared; he was just the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life. All muscles and ripples and those eyes. Those eyes could undress me by themselves.

“Come here, Rose.” The rumble of his voice was deep and low, but it was commanding. Hell, it sent chills right down my spine.

I crawled to the edge of the bed, and I looked up at him from my position on my knees.

“Good girl. Now take off your skirt and your panties. I want to see you naked on that bed.” He didn’t need to tell me twice. I pushed down my skirt and pulled it the rest of the way off, then started on my panties.

But I pulled them off nice and slow, giving him a little show while I did so. I wanted to tease him. To test him. I wanted to make him want me.

Wanted to feel the way that only he could make me feel.

“Now lay back on the bed, Rose. I want to see all of you.” Wyatt was so fierce as he said it that I almost felt afraid. Scared of the man he was. Almost.

I did what he told me and laid back looking up into his eyes. He was looking over my body, licking his lips. Damn, he looked like a fox in the hen house.

And I was the prime target.

“You are so sexy. Do you even realize it?” he asked as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I was so angry with you, so furious with you for not telling me that I couldn't’ think straight. But now, knowing that you are going to have my baby. That you are going carrying a piece of me inside of you. Well, Rose. It turns me on.” Damn. Just hearing the way he said those things made me blush.

I had no idea he would feel this way. But the proof was in how stiff his cock was as he pulled off his boxer briefs. It was thick and standing completely at attention just for me.

But then Wyatt crawled over my body, that cock hitting my leg as he kissed my neck and my collarbone trailing down, down, down. Until he was at my center, already soaking wet with anticipation.

“I want to taste you, Rose.” He said then he kissed the peak of it, just lightly, just enough to make me suck in a breath that sent my entire world spinning. It was already upside down and inside out with him in it, but he just kept pushing me higher. I was drunk on him, and it was never going to end.

He gripped my hips as he dipped down and kissed me again, this time, harder, his tongue probing me. It was hot and wet, and it felt absolutely perfect. He found my clit and lapped at it, sending me into a state of bliss. I swear that man knew exactly what he was doing, and he meant to turn me into a puddle of jello.

Because that was exactly what, he was doing.

“Wyatt,” I moaned as he gripped my hips just a little harder. It almost hurt, but not quite. It only served to heighten every single sensation, reminding me exactly how good he was at what he was doing. He must’ve known it too. Because I felt his mouth turn up into a grin against my skin.

He was torturing me, and he was enjoying it. Of course, he was.

That was textbook Wyatt.

I was so close to coming that I was starting to shake. I could feel it happening before I realized what was going on. My hands and toes were trembling with excitement as I neared climax. Just enough that my breath shallowed, and my throat let out a soft whimper.

And then he pulled away. I searched for him, my eyes flying open as I demanded to know why he kept me from that sweet release.

“Not, yet, Rose. I intend to bring you to the edge and pull back. Over and over again. I want you to come, and I want it to be amazing when you do. Do you understand?” he asked as he kissed his way back up my body, making a trail from the base of my stomach up to my breasts and then my collar bone and neck.

Then he kissed me, full on the mouth, the taste of myself still on his lips. It was musky and sweet and shocking. I don’t think I’d ever experienced it before.

“Wyatt,” I said again, this time, my tone lower, my want evident. “Please, I don’t think I can take it,” I said.

“You are going to have to try,” he responded. He was serious. This time his hand slid along my thigh until he found the inside of it and it ghosted over my hot, wet core. Fuck. He felt so good, his large fingers sliding along my slit. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.

He was making me crazy.

“You are going to enjoy each and every second of it, and when you are done, you are going to consider this the best night of your life. I intend to make love to you over and over again, Rose. Because I love you. I love you.”

The words shouldn’t have shocked me, but they did. They rocked me to my very core. He loved me. And he was admitting it. I wasn’t ready to hear them.

But I knew in the pit of my stomach that I felt the same way. I loved him too. Just as much, if not more. I loved him with every aspect of my being. That was my truth.

“I love you, Wyatt.” The words came out in the smallest audible whisper, but they were out there. They were spoken, and they couldn’t be taken back. Nothing would change them. Nothing would alter the truth of them either. I loved him.

I always would.

Two of his fingers entered me as he kissed me, moving in and out of me with the precision of an expert as he endeavored to finish what he’d started. His goal was to take me to the edge over and over again, and I had to admit, he was already well on his way.

Damn, it felt good. I writhed under him gripping him hard. I didn’t want to let go of him or this moment. I felt that way a lot when it came to Wyatt, and now I knew why. Because he was everything I’d ever wanted.

Because he was who I was meant to be with. He was my soul mate.

He was my soul.

Bliss was imminent when he pulled out of me, that wicked smile returning to his face. Damn him! He was such an asshole. A beautiful, wonderful, cocky, jerk. And I was totally in love with him.

“Please,” I moaned as I looked into his eyes. This was getting to be too much. Too hard. He was making me crazy.

I snaked my hand down towards my pussy, but he grabbed it. “I see what you are trying to do, don’t think that’s going to work Rose. No, we are going to do this nice and slow. You understand?’ he asked as he looked into my eyes. “Or am I going to have to tie you up?”

I gulped. That wasn’t something I’d expected. Not at all.

I shook my head I didn’t want that. I wasn’t ready for it. “No, I don’t need that.”

“You afraid of it, Rose? Who knows, you might like it. The feel of a silky rope against your skin holding you down as I fuck you. You might really like that,” his voice was gravelly and dark and for a moment, just a moment, I imagined what he was talking about. It was an easy thing to dream up. And it made me feel all tingly in places I wasn’t expecting.

I had a feeling I was never going to get tired of being with him. He always had some new adventure waiting for me.

“You’re blushing Rose, what are you thinking of?” he said as he pushed my legs apart with his knee. “Are you thinking about being tied up?”

I nodded.

“We can try that, baby. We can do anything you want to do.”

“I just want you,” I said. It was the honest truth. I just wanted him at that moment, and nothing else. He was so damn sexy, and he was making me insane with his teasing and tormenting. I couldn’t take anymore.

“I need your cock, Wyatt,” I finally admitted. I needed it. So damn much. I was aching.

“Oh, do you?” he asked. “Say it again, Rose.”

“I need your cock,” I said again, slower this time, more deliberate. If I was going to have to beg for it, I was, at least, going to sound good doing it.

“Come and take what you want, Rose.” He said, his eyes flashing with the challenge.

So I did. I pushed up on him, and I growled as I crawled over him. He was so close to me, all I needed to do was slide his cock into me, and I would get exactly what I wanted. I wouldn’t have to beg for anything.

“You think you are so damn smart, don’t you?” he said as he grabbed me and pushed me down. “You think it’s going to be easy?” he asked.

Oh, it was. I could tell by how hard he was, by the feeling of his cock against my leg that he couldn’t hold on anymore.

Neither of us could.

“Fuck me, Wyatt,” I said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he admitted as he pinned me against the mattress. He slid smoothly into me as he grinned. “I told you I’d have you begging for it.”

As soon as he filled me up I let out a moan of relief. The man knew exactly what he was doing. I was sure of it.

He rocked slowly into me, bottoming out inside of me. That didn’t take much. He was impossibly thick and long, and I couldn’t even fit all of him.

“Are you doing okay, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me. “You sure you can handle this?”

I grinned and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him down to kiss me. “I can handle anything you give me,” I swore. I meant it too. I could take whatever it was he had to give.

He thrust in and out of me slowly, at first, building my frustration until he couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t the only one who was frustrated.

I writhed and bucked against him, willing him to move faster, harder. Until he did. He was so fucking powerful that he rocked the entire bed as he quickened his pace.

Fuck, it felt so damn good. Like every part of me was supercharged. I could feel myself climbing again. Higher. Higher.

“I’m going to come,” I warned as he continued to pump into me. It wasn’t fading either. It wasn’t soft or slow building. It was intense.

“You can come, baby,” he said slowly as he rocked me harder. Faster.

It washed over me like a tidal wave, taking me down into the abyss of pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Intense and body rocking. It was overpowering.

I screamed into his shoulder as I came unable to hold back, my body arching away from him, my pussy undulating, squeezing his cock hard and harder with each constriction.

“Fuck,” he said as he came inside of me. Together we laid like that for so long I lost all track of time. It could’ve been hours or mere moments. I couldn’t tell the difference.

Not when it came to this.

“I love you, Rose. Not anyone else. Just you.”

“I love you too.”

“
I
need
to talk to you,” my father said just as I walked into my office.

Again?

“I’m getting awfully tired of hearing that,” I said as I yawned. It had been a long night. A great night, but a long one. I was exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was fight with my father first thing in the morning.

“I don’t really give a damn, Wyatt.” He growled at me as he turned and walked towards my desk. Sinking into the seat behind it I stared at him. It was going to be one of those days.

I didn’t give a shit. I had Rose, and she was mine. What else could I do?

“I’ll be frank with you son. I’m tired. And I’m old. I don’t want to keep running this business forever, and I thought I would be able to depend on you to take it over.”

“I told you what I’m willing to take over, dad. But your entire enterprise isn’t my style.” This was a multi-million dollar job. I didn’t need more than that.

Hell, I didn’t think I could handle it.

“ I don't know what you want from me,” I said as I stared at my father. I was so sick and tired of having this argument. It was like we were going round and round in circles.

“I didn't want this for you. I wanted so much more for you. Can't you see that I built everything that I've ever built for you.” I could see the pain in my father’s eyes, and I knew deep down in his heart he wanted what was best for me. He always did.

“You mean well, I get that. But how could it be good for me to go around the country working on multiple projects when my heart is here in Montana.” Not just my heart, but Rose too. She was pregnant with our baby. I wasn't going to leave her, not for anything. Certainly not for money.

I had a family to build, and a life to lead and none of that involved running a multinational corporate conglomerate. No, I wouldn't be his heir to that. Not now. Not ever.

“You mean her. That girl. You've been different ever since you came back. Not that I blame you, I know what it's like to fall in love. If I had just come a few weeks earlier, everything would’ve been different.”

“But you didn't. She's a part of my life now, and she's always going to be. This isn’t just one of those things, and I think you know that. I believe you’ve been there before.” I was talking about Miranda, and he knew it. I thought he'd have gone and spoken to her by now. I thought he gave a shit. At least, when it came to her.

“It's not that easy. You can't just expect me to walk back into her life, after everything she's dealt with. It's just not that easy.” But it was that easy if he would just speak to her if he would just talk to her, but it wasn't my problem. Rose. Rose was my concern. And our baby.

“I’m not asking you to understand, Dad. I just want you to accept this. Have anyone else take my place. There are so many men working for you that are more qualified. That know the business better than I do." It was the truth. I knew agriculture. I knew this business, but I hadn't ever taken the time to learn about running his company. I didn't want to. There was enough money and opportunity for me here.

"I'd always planned for you, Wyatt. I always wanted you to take this over." He was wavering, and we both knew it. It wouldn’t be long until he finally gave in. I’d never won an argument with my father before. I could almost taste the victory.

"I'm good at what I do here. I love what I do here.” I love Rose. Nothing was going to change that at, not even a big job and all the money in the world. I wanted to make my life here with her.

Montana sky with her by my side was what I wanted.

“What do you expect me to do? Just sell the business? Find a replacement? Like it's that easy.” He was fighting a losing battle, and we both knew it.

“It is that easy. You have men who've been working for you for years, and they all thought they could never rise further than their current position. All because of me. Some idiot son who was going to get everything handed to him. " I had a point, and we both knew it. "That's not fair. That's the worst kind of nepotism. I didn't earn it. I didn't earn my position as the CEO of this business either, but I've shown that I'm worth it.” I wasn’t going to go through life getting everything handed to me. I’d done that for so long, but not anymore. I wanted to show Rose, show everyone that I was capable of what I had. That I was a hard worker.

That wasn’t too much to ask.

“You have. And you can do it again. I know that if you just took this position, you would excel at it. But I also know that you have to want it. Desire is what drives companies further, and apathy kills them." He swallowed. "And you don't want it. Nothing I can say is going to change that. I'll find a suitable replacement, but this business, this business in Montana is yours. I won't interfere anymore. But you have to promise me one thing,” he said.

“What is that?” I asked as I looked up at him. I’d won the battle, but why did I feel so bad?

“That no matter what happens, no matter what the outcome is, that you don't blame me for it.” My father was asking me not to shut him out. I couldn’t do that. We’d had our differences over the years, but he was still my father.

And he was going to be a grandfather.

“You've given me more than I deserve, Dad. I'm not going to blame you for it. I'm not going to blame you for any of it. I'm grateful for everything that you've done,” I said. I could see where he wouldn't understand. Where it looked like I was ungrateful, but that wasn't my intention. No matter what he had done, no matter how big of an asshole he was, he was my father, and I loved him.

"Thank you," I said. He was making a sacrifice for me, for my happiness. That wasn't my father, at least not the one I knew. But he was changing. He was already different.

He was going to have a little grandchild who loved him too.

I knew I had to tell him, but I couldn't. Not now. There were a few other things that I had to arrange first.

But he would know in time.

"Are you sure you are making the right call, Wyatt?" he asked. Not to push me, not to make me angry. But because he really did want to know.

“I love her, dad.” I said it as matter-of-factly as if saying the sky were blue or the sun was yellow. It was the truth. It was something that we both tried to deny for so long, but it wasn't going to change.

“Then don't let me or anyone else get in the way of that. I let a whole bunch of excuses ruin my one chance at happiness all those years ago, and I’ve kicked myself every single day for it.”

“Then you should tell her dad,” I said. Miranda had a right to know. Just like Rose did.

“I'm an asshole. I know that. But I want you to be happy too," he said. “I love you, kid. I do."

It was the first time my father had ever used those words, and I believed them.