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

25. Kaylee

25

KAYLEE

I turn the burner off after taking a small sip of soup.

Even though it’s the middle of August and hot as hell outside, I’ve been craving the comfort of soup. I even baked a tray of rolls and am mixing a salad.

I plan to take everything to the couch so I can eat and watch Netflix.

I turn to the island to finish chopping the vegetables when someone knocks on the door.

I walk around the island and out of the kitchen, pulling open the front door.

My eyes land on familiar dark ones, and I freeze. I knew he’d be back.

I didn’t know how long it would take, but I knew this day would come.

He looks to have recently gotten a haircut, and his jaw is smooth. He looks good, sexy, strong, but his dark eyes hold a sadness that matches mine.

“Can… I come in?”

I blink and take a step back, opening the door wider for him.

He steps in, eyes sweeping over the house. “Wow, this looks great. You’ve done an amazing job decorating.”

I’m not sure what to say.

The last time he was here, he ran out on me because I told him I was pregnant.

Then he showed back up, drunk off his ass, and we had sex.

He sobered up and ran again, and he’s been gone for a month.

Now that the day I’ve waited for is here, I’m not sure what to say.

I turn and walk into the kitchen, going back to chopping the ingredients for my salad.

He follows me in. “I can’t believe you did all this in a month. Have you gotten any rest at all?” He offers a smile.

The way his lips turn up used to make my heart race. Now, it feels like a knife to the chest. “What are you doing here, Austin?” I drop the knife and look at him.

His eyes fall to the floor, and he steps to the island. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Kay. Every second of every day, you’re on my mind. I can’t do it any longer. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t do anything but think of you and how much I need you.”

He reaches across the island like he’s going to place his hand on mine, but I pull mine away and turn in the opposite direction.

I open the drawer and take out the small stack of sonogram pictures. I place them on the island in front of him.

“This hasn’t gone away, Austin.” I watch his eyes water as he picks up the stack and slowly flips through. “You can’t just walk back in here and pretend the past month didn’t happen. I’m still pregnant. Nothing has changed, so why are you here now?”

“I’m not what you need,” he says, putting the pictures down. “But I hope that I can become what you need. I want to try and be better, for you and the baby.”

“You were right about one thing. It’s better to walk away now than to wait until years down the road. You did me a favor; I just didn’t see it. But seeing you today makes me realize it. I think I was falling in love with you, Austin. And as badly as it hurt to watch you walk out, I know it would only hurt more if that happened years from now. If we’re together, I’m going to continue to fall in love with you. Our baby is going to love you. So, if you think there’s a chance you won’t be able to turn into the man we need, you need to do what you did a month ago and walk back out of here right now, because you’ve hurt me enough. I won’t let you hurt our child, too.”

He stands frozen for a moment, thinking over my words.

Without looking up at me, he turns and takes two steps toward the door.

My heart sinks to the deepest pit of my stomach.

Tears build in my eyes, and my heart slams against my chest. It’s beating so hard that I can hear it in my ears.

This is it.

The last time I’ll watch him walk away from me.

Then he stops, and I suck in a breath, both of us frozen between what is and what could be.

“I can’t fucking do this,” he mutters, and just when I think he’s about to push forward, he spins around to face me.

He comes around the island and pulls me against his chest. Our mouths weld together as he kisses me hard and fast.

My arms wrap around his neck, and I pull him closer, kissing him back with every ounce of emotion I’ve carried with me for the past month.

The love I have for him pours out, but as I empty myself into him, he fills me back up with his love.

His hands are cupping my face, and tears roll down my cheeks and mix into our kiss. “I love you so goddamn much, Kay,” he whispers against my lips.

“I love you, too,” I cry.

He picks me up against him, and I wrap my legs around his hips, holding on as he carries me up the steps and to my bedroom.

I drop my feet to the floor and push his shirt up his chest. Reaching over his head, he grabs the back of his shirt, pulling it up.

Our kiss breaks, but the moment he drops the shirt, he’s right back on me, his hands pulling at my top.

I lift my arms, allowing him to tug it away. His mouth falls from mine, and he presses kisses along my jaw, my neck, and over the swell of my bare breasts.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he pants, kissing, licking, and nipping. “I thought I was going to die if I didn’t see you soon.”

He pushes down my sweatpants, and they fall around my ankles, leaving me bare. He lays me down, covering my body with his.

I reach between us, freeing him from his jeans, both of us kissing, panting, biting—in a rush to come together.

“I swear I’ll never leave you again,” he breathes, taking himself in hand.

He guides his tip over my clit, massaging it with the silky head that’s leaking cum.

My body shudders, and a moan escapes.

“You’re mine, Kay. Mine forever. I’ll kill anyone who threatens that.”

My arousal pools between my legs, and he drags the head of his cock to my opening, thrusting forward and sliding inside.

We let out a relieved moan, stilling to let ourselves adjust even though he’s only slid into me a few inches.

“You feel so good,” he whispers, eyes falling shut. “I could come right now.”

He slams in the rest of the way, and I whimper as my body tightens around him.

His dark eyes lock on mine. “You missed me, too, didn’t you?”

I bite my lip and nod, digging my nails into his back.

“I can feel how close you are already.” His hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place as he rolls into me.

The action causes my walls to spasm as my orgasm builds higher. “I forgot how good you feel wrapped around me; so tight and hot. You were made for me, Kay. We’re a perfect fit.”

He buries his face between my head and shoulder, his lips kissing and teeth scraping my skin as his hips move faster, and his thrusts become more forceful.

“Do you see what you do to me? How hard you make me? Show me how much you need me, baby. Come for me, Kay.”

My release builds. He pulls back and gets onto his knees. He grabs my thighs, pulling me into his thrusts.

With every rock of his hips, I get closer.

He works faster, going deeper. The headboard bangs off the wall as his skin slaps off mine.

He watches me, and just when I’m about to let go, he places his thumb against my clit, rubbing as I fly over the edge.

My body tightens as my release washes through me. My muscles spasm and my toes curl.

I beg him not to stop, to fuck me harder and faster, and he gives me everything I ask for.

Pain mixes with pleasure, sending tiny fires across my body.

When he moves faster, my heart matches his pace. My blood grows warmer and sweat peppers my skin.

I lose control, unable to do anything but let my orgasm ravish my body until it’s flooding out and soaking us.

His eyes darken when he sees me squirt for him. They roll to the back of his head, and he falls over the edge with me.

He moans, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

His cock twitches inside of me, and I feel the warmth spreading as he pumps into me.

He thrusts through his release, causing his cum to leak out, but instead of stopping, he uses the moisture to press his thumb into my ass.

I cry out as my release is refreshed.

Instead of ending, it starts all over again, and he doesn’t stop until I’m silent and still.

Once we’ve both come down again, he breaks our kiss and pulls back, staying seated on his knees between my parted legs.

His fingers spread his cum between my folds. “I know I told you that I wouldn’t be the man you marry, but I was wrong,” he says, watching his wet fingers rub back and forth against my clit, working me back up.

“You will be my wife one of these days, and I’ll be your husband. I don’t care how wrong it is. I don’t care who has a problem with it. I might have stolen your body, but I didn’t expect you to steal my heart when I wasn’t paying attention. I’ve struggled to stay away, but that’s over. I’m done fighting. I can feel it,” he confesses, pushing me closer. My body tightens, and I whimper. “Can you?”

I nod, my release taking over.

He slams into me again, and I scream his name as I’m ravished by the most intense high I’ve ever experienced.