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

26. Austin

26

AUSTIN

I hate myself for messing this up so many times.

I don’t know why I thought I could stay away from her. I don’t know how this can work with us, but I know it has to because I can’t live without her.

What’s done is done.

It’s too late to go back, and even if I could, I wouldn’t change a thing.

The pull between us runs deeper than I realized.

It isn’t just a physical thing. It’s bone-deep.

Looking into her blue eyes makes my heart race. Hearing her laugh takes my breath away.

My fingers intertwine with hers, and I pin her hands above her head as I thrust into her.

I trail my lips over her lips, jaw, and neck.

“I can’t live without you, Kay,” I breathe. “I’m sorry I ever thought I could.” I tighten my hold on her hands. “You’re mine now.” I pull back, watching her tits bounce when I thrust into her perfect body.

Even though I’ve already filled her with my cum once just a short time ago, my release is threatening again.

“I’m never giving you back.” I roll my hips and find her eyes. “Tell me who you belong to, Kay.”

Her eyes stay locked with mine, and her lips part. “I’m yours, Austin. Forever.”

My body takes on a mind of its own, and I thrust into her again and again until we’re both screaming with release.

I’m tired and weak.

I pull out of her, collapsing onto the bed as I pull her into my side.

I keep my arms around her, as we let our bodies calm.

After a moment of catching our breath, I brush her hair from her face and roll her onto her back. I hover over her, cupping her jaw as I drag my thumb along her plump bottom lip.

“I can’t promise you that I’ll be perfect, Kay. I’ve never done this. I’m sure I’ll fuck up a hundred times, but I promise that it won’t ever be because I’m not trying. Things are going to get really hard. You know that, right?”

She nods, her eyes locked with mine. “I know, but we have another month of hiding before we have to worry about it. I want to wait until I’m out of my first trimester before we tell anyone. Just to be on the safe side.”

I take a deep breath. One more month. One more month of normalcy before everything crashes down around us.

I’ll lose my best friend, and she might be kicked out of her family.

I hate to think of her having to go through with that, but how they react to this isn’t up to me.

I push that from my mind for now. “I want to help with the nursery.”

She smiles. “I’ve already started on it. Come see.” She pushes the blanket away from her body, standing up.

She quickly pulls on her sweatpants and crop top.

I pull my boxers and jeans on, following her out of the bedroom.

She walks across the hall and opens the door. I’ve been in this room before—we refinished all the hardwood floors—but nothing else was done to it then.

She painted, and as we worked, she focused on the areas of the house she needed like the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen.

She flips on the light, and I step into the freshly painted, pale yellow room. The ceiling and trim are white. There’s a large rug in the center of the room, and a crib that’s still in the box.

“I’ve bought a few things here and there. Dad brought the rug in for me. I told him I was putting together the guest bedrooms. I had the delivery man bring up the crib.”

I try not to focus on the fact that she let a stranger into her home who could have done God knows what with her.

It makes me hate myself.

I should have been doing these things. I should have been painting this room, and bringing up the rug and crib.

I hate that I’ve left her alone for the past month because I was worried that I’d turn into the person I hated the most.

Fearing it only made it happen, though; now I’m fighting to correct it.

“I’ll put the crib together,” I tell her, taking her hands in mine. “I’ll do it all from here on out.” I pull her in for a hug, needing to feel her against me.

Feeling how much she loves me keeps me from hating myself, and right now, I really hate myself.

“Austin, I’m not trying to rub it in your face that you’ve missed out.”

I rub her back. “I know you’re not, but I feel guilty that I’ve left you alone in this. You’re half my age, and you’re handling this like a responsible adult would. I’m pushing fifty, and I’m still running from responsibility like some teenage fuck boy.”

She cups my face, forcing my eyes to hers. “Hey, you’re here now. That’s all that matters. As long as you don’t run off when this gets tough?—”

“I won’t,” I assure her. “Nothing could make me turn my back on you again, Kay. I just…” My head falls back, and I sigh before looking down at her again. “Have you thought about how your dad will take this?”

“I honestly haven’t let myself think about it much,” she replies.

“He’s going to hate it. He’s going to try to kill me, and I’m fine with that. He can do whatever he wants to me. I’m worried about what he’ll say to you. What if he can’t get on board? What if he… disowns you or something?”

“My dad would never do that.”

“You don’t know that.” I see the worry cross her face. “I’m just saying that you need to prepare yourself for the worst.”

She takes a deep breath and nods. “I understand, Austin, but I can’t focus on that right now. I just want to be happy for a little while. Right now, everything is right in the world. We’re together, and our baby is healthy. We get to be a family. I never thought I’d have all this. Everything is perfect. I just wish that we had the freedom to be a regular couple. The days of us just getting to be alone are numbered, and we can’t even enjoy them because we have to hide.”

“I know,” I reply, rubbing my hands up and down her arms before pulling her in for a hug.

I get a whiff of something, and my stomach growls. I don’t remember the last time I had real food.

This past month has been a hard, long blur of drunken nights.

“Come on. Let’s go get a bowl of soup. You sound hungry.”

She pulls away but catches my hand in hers, leading me from the room.

I flip the light off and pull the door closed behind me as she tugs me down the stairs and to the kitchen.

She turns the stove on to heat the soup back up and returns to the salad on the island.

***

I hope I’m not making a mistake, but I’m dying to see where Kay spends her days now that she’s back to work.

After school lets out, I buy a bouquet of wildflowers and drive over to the school, wandering the hallways until I find the door with her name above it.

I tap my knuckles against the door a couple of times, and she looks up from her desk.

Her eyes double in size, and her mouth falls open before the corners turn up into a smile.

“Hey,” she says, standing and moving toward me as I enter. “What are you doing here?” She leans in, brushing her lips against mine for only a second.

“I wanted to see where you worked. And I brought you some flowers.”

She smiles sweetly, taking the flowers. “These are beautiful.”

She wraps her free hand around my neck, pulling me against her as she delivers a much slower kiss this time.

Suddenly, all I can think about is shutting her classroom door, bending her over that desk, and fucking her at the head of the class.

I’ve always had a thing for teachers.

She pulls away and turns to set the flowers on her desk.

I slide my hands into my pockets and my jaw flexes as I watch the way her knee-length blue dress sways around her legs. The dress is so innocent that it’s sexy as hell. She turns to face me, laughing.

“What?”

She leans against her desk, crossing her arms over her chest, as she shakes her head. “That look you’re giving me.”

I can’t help the grin that takes over my face.

Her back straightens when the sound of someone walking down the hall fills our ears.

The footsteps on the linoleum gets closer until we’re staring at her father in the doorway. He’s smiling, but when he sees me, a look of confusion covers his face.

“Dad,” Kay says, walking over to the door.

He enters the room, quickly hugging her. “How ya doing, hon?”

“Good. What are you doing here?” she asks, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he moves toward me with his hand out.

“Austin, what are you doing here?” Dave asks.

I shake his hand, but I’m not sure what to tell him. I’m not good at lying, especially on the spot. Luckily, Kay saves me.

“I asked him to give me an estimate on building a custom reading nook in the room for the kids,” she replies, drawing his attention from me. When he turns to look at her, my shoulders bow inward with relief.

Dave looks from her to me. “A reading nook, huh?”

I nod. “So it seems.”

He turns to look back at his daughter. “And the school is okay with having you build something?”

“It’s just some bookshelves, Dad. The school doesn’t care what I do so long as everything can be removed. I want some small bookshelves in this corner.”

She motions toward the far corner of the room. “Then I’ll throw down a rug, some beanbag chairs for the kids, and maybe some big pillows.” She shrugs and smiles.

He nods. “Sounds like you have it all planned out. I guess I’ll let you get to it.”

“Wait, what did you drop by for? Did you need something?”

He looks down at her. His eyes flash over to me before returning.

He forces a smile and shakes his head. “Na, I just wanted to check in,” he says, but I’ve known Dave a long time and I know when he’s lying.

He didn’t come here for no reason. There’s something he wants to talk about, but he doesn’t want to say it in front of me.

“Oh, okay then. Thanks for dropping by, Daddy.” She leans in, hugging him.

He pats her back and kisses the top of her head. “Talk to you later.” He turns for the door, glancing at me over his shoulder. “See ya, Austin.”

“I’ll talk to you later,” I say, taking the tape measure off my belt as I stand a little taller. Looking at her, I say, “Alright, show me how tall you want these bookshelves.”