Baby for my Dad's Best Friend (Seaport Billionaires #2)

21. Kaylee

21

KAYLEE

P leasure shudders through my body, making my muscles twitch and my insides melt.

The moment his tongue runs between my folds, my thighs close around his head.

This is foreign to me.

The boy I dated in high school never went this far, and Scott just wasn’t adventurous—with me anyway.

I have had a man’s touch down there, and I’ve used toys, but none of that compares to this.

How can it be so different?

His hands pry my thighs away from his head, giving him more room to work.

His mouth is warm and wet.

He switches from short, fast strokes of his tongue to hard, slow laps.

He sucks and runs circles around my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I’m embarrassed to admit that it only takes me about thirty seconds before I’m quivering beneath him.

When he pulls back, he’s wearing a satisfied smirk. He raises his arm, wiping my arousal from his glistening lips.

“You taste so fucking good, Kay.” He pushes his pants over his hips, and his long, thick cock flops free, bouncing as his balls sit heavy beneath it.

“You’re my dessert.” Taking himself in hand, he drags his length between my lips, coating himself in my excitement. “I could eat you every day.” He wraps his hand around his cock, slowly working from base to tip.

I watch him stroke himself while he takes me: the way a bead of cum forms on his tip, how the corded muscles flex and move beneath his skin, and the way his abs flex and his jaw tightens.

“I want to taste you now,” I confess, sitting up and pushing against his chest until he falls onto his back.

I sit between his parted knees, my eyes raking over every inch of his glorious body.

Bending forward, I press a kiss to his toned stomach beside his belly button. He sucks in a breath. I kiss lower, look up at him, and our eyes lock.

He’s watching me with tensed muscles, and seeing the desire in his eyes makes me want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

I run my tongue along the line of the V between his hips until I get to the dusting of hair.

From there, I waste no time in wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft while the other massages his balls.

I suck his tip, tasting the bead of cum and swallowing it. He hisses as his hands move up to pull at his hair.

“Fuck,” softly leaves his lips, and when I look up, I find his eyes closed in enjoyment.

Slowly, I begin to work my way lower. He lowers his hands to grab my hair and begins thrusting into my mouth.

His breathing gets louder, and a deep growl emanates from deep in his chest. I expect him to finish at any time, but instead, he pulls me off, dragging me up his body until his mouth smashes against mine.

His free hand grabs my thigh, and he jerks it up and over his shoulder. Before I can process and redistribute my weight, he’s slamming into me from beneath.

I moan into his mouth, finally able to reposition my other knee from between his legs to the other side of him.

His hand falls from my hair now and both go to my hips. They tighten and squeeze as they lift me and pull me back down onto his cock.

He feels larger in this position, and when I’ve taken every inch he has to give, his rocking, grinding motion stimulates my clit while rubbing the perfect spot inside of me.

Every muscle tightens, and my orgasm is already building.

“Oh my god, Austin,” I cry.

He flips us over and begins drilling into me hard and fast. He’s like an animal, not holding back.

He fucks at a delicious speed, never slowing or tiring.

He drives into me, burying himself and going deeper than before.

I dig my nails into his back and hold on for dear life as he pushes me over the edge of the Earth. Every muscle tightens as my orgasm explodes low in my belly.

A fire scorches every inch with ice quickly flowing behind it. My toes curl and my lungs freeze. Every nerve ending burns and tingles.

He lets out a guttural moan as I feel his cock twitch inside me, soaking my walls with his hot cum.

His body jerks, and he pumps another load into me.

His head falls forward, a muffled moan leaving his lips as he empties the last of himself into me.

Suddenly, we’re both weak.

I weave my fingers into his hair, holding his head to my chest as we lie there, letting our bodies come down and our breathing even out.

I’ve never felt so loved, so protected, so fulfilled, so happy, and complete.

How can he make me feel this way after just telling me that this is all he has to offer?

I can’t fall for him.

This isn’t real emotion.

It’s just hormones and finally experiencing what a real man can do for me.

But as I look down at him, watching as I comb his hair with my fingers, I wonder… would falling in love with Austin be so bad?

So what if we never get married?

I’ve already traveled that road and wasn’t impressed.

Who cares if we don’t have kids?

As a teacher, I’m around kids often enough, anyway.

It’s now that I realize that everything I thought I wanted isn’t even that important.

What’s important is being with someone who can make you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt.

And that’s what Austin does for me.

“I can’t believe it’s finally done,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest and looking around the house.

Dad grins as he carries a box into the room, placing it on the floor by the wall. “I told you I knew the best contractor, didn’t I?”

Austin’s eyes meet mine from across the room.

He doesn’t have to move his lips for me to know he’s sending me a smile.

We’ve been together for more than a month, secretly of course, and nobody is any wiser.

Although, I am a little worried about how things will change now that the crew is done with the house.

“That’s the last of it,” Mom says, walking in with my final bag.

She sets it on the floor next to the box before looping her arm around Dad’s. “This place looks great.”

Kinsley comes stomping down the steps. “I love the master bathroom. It’s gorgeous, Kay!” She stops next to our parents, beaming.

“Thanks for all your help with bringing everything over,” I tell my family. “I’m just glad that I don’t have to pay for that storage unit anymore.”

I look around the house that’s now packed full of my furniture and belongings—stuff I haven’t seen since it was packed away when I moved out of Scott’s apartment.

“Well, we better take off and let you get settled,” Mom says, patting my dad’s belly. She leans in and hugs me. “Call if you need anything.”

I hug her. “I will.”

Dad is next. “Don’t be a stranger, sweetheart.”

“I won’t. Love you, guys.”

They wave at me and at Austin as they make their way out the door.

“See ya,” Kin says, moving along behind them, but one of the guys on the crew steps in front of her, carrying tools out the door.

She turns to me with a grin, her brows lifted as she smiles animatedly toward Axel’s ass.

I laugh and shake my head, watching her follow him out with her eyes.

I walk into the kitchen to get a drink.

I don’t plan to unpack until the guys have all their things and are gone.

I’m not sure where I want to place everything, so I don’t want them watching me move a piece of furniture from one end of the house, just to decide I like it better before.

They’ll think I’m crazy.

So, I plan to see them out, then turn on music and busy myself for a few hours until Austin and I get together for dinner.

Austin walks into the kitchen, his eyes sweeping over the room to make sure the coast is clear. “Well, what do you think?” he asks, moving to me.

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love it. Thank you for all your hard work.”

“Hey, you pitched in. This has been the most enjoyable project I’ve ever been involved with.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes, grinning at his joke as I lean in and press my mouth to his.

We’ve been together so many times now that this shouldn’t still feel this good, but it does.

The new never wears off.

Every night, I can’t wait until he crawls into bed beside me, and every morning, I love waking to his strong arms around me.

And he’s held up his promise of eating me every time he has the opportunity.

I’m so excited about the house being done that the only thing I can think of is celebrating by breaking in every single room.

We’ve already had sex in the kitchen, the master bathroom, and the laundry room.

I break our kiss, my eyes meeting his. “Dining room this time?”

He grins. “I want you laid out on that table so I can taste every inch of you.”

He trails his mouth over to my ear and down my neck. “I bet you’re wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” I tease.

He fists my hair and jerks my mouth to his, but the front door opens and closes, and before I know what’s happening, he’s falling to his knees on the floor, hiding behind the island.

I turn my attention to the doorway to see Kinsley walk into the kitchen.

“I found this in my car,” she says, setting a cosmetic bag on the island. “I guess it fell out of a box on the ride over. Love ya!” She turns and leaves just as quickly as she appeared.

Austin stands beside me, breathless. “Fuck, we’re going to have to make sure that door is locked before we get too comfortable.”

I don’t respond though because I’m lost in thought as I stare off at the blue and pink cloth bag that my sister set down.

I pick it up, knowing what’s inside, realizing that I haven’t needed the contents in a while.

“Everything okay?” Austin asks, grabbing my bottle of water. He takes the cap off and takes a sip.

I nod. “Everything is fine. I’m just going to run this upstairs.” I start walking around the island. “Are you sticking around a bit or are you taking off?”

His brows knit together in confusion, but he says, “I have a few more things to load into the truck before I take off. I’m just going to drop everything off at the place we start work on next week, and then I’ll be free. You want to do dinner or something?”

“Yeah, that’s great,” I mumble, making my way up the stairs.

Once I get to the bathroom, I lock the door behind me and unzip the bag.

Looking inside, I find the tampons that I usually throw in my purse.

I begin counting back, filled with dread.