33. West
Chapter 33
West
F or years, East and I have gathered information about my father. For East’s sake, I should continue with the direction we planned, but it’s no longer my priority.
I know what I want now.
But I can’t stop East from getting what he wants.
I stride into his office, a thick file tucked under my arm. My brother looks up from his computer, eyebrows raised in question.
“What’s that?” he asks, leaning back in his chair.
I toss the file onto his desk. “Everything we need to take down our father.”
East’s eyes widen as he flips through the pages. “Holy shit, West. How did you get all this?”
“Doesn’t matter. What matters is we finally have enough to oust him?”
My brother’s face darkens as he reaches for a particular document. He holds it high and says, “This medical report...it’s fake, isn’t it?”
I nod grimly. “Dad had it prepared. Somehow got it sanctioned as fact.”
East runs a hand through his hair. “Jesus. This would put him in jail.”
“It would also bring the business to its knees,” I add, my voice tight. “This is the cost of bringing our father down, East. He’s a vindictive bastard.”
My brother’s eyes meet mine. Understanding dawns in his gaze. “You think he might release it himself?”
“If we try to use it against him.” I lean against his desk, arms crossed, and grimace when my shoulder pulls. “It’s a possibility we can’t ignore. Dad would rather watch everything burn than lose control.”
East falls silent, flipping through the file again. I can see the wheels turning in his head, weighing our options.
“We need to be careful,” he finally says. “One wrong move and we could lose everything we’ve worked for.”
“Or we could walk away and wait for the day he hands the business over.”
“Fuck no! He thinks since you met Amelia that you’re his perfect son and because of that, is hinting that I should get married. Telling me I need a wife.”
I laugh. “You knew it would happen when he set you up on that date.”
“I’m not interested in anyone. I won’t find my Amelia,” he says, a little sadness coats his words.
“You could always ask Sloane on a date.”
“Fuck no. She blew it eleven years ago.”
“And you have never forgotten it.” I can’t help but chuckle at East’s insistence that Sloane is not the one. “Maybe Dad’s right for once. You should find someone.”
East’s face contorts into a grimace. “Not you too. I’m not joining the wedded bliss club anytime soon.”
“You say that now, but wait until your niece or nephew is born. You’ll be singing a different tune.”
His eyes widen, jaw dropping. “Wait, what? Is Amelia pregnant?”
“No,” I reply, unable to keep the grin off my face. “But she will be soon. When I convince her to throw away the birth control.”
East leans back in his chair, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jesus, West. You’re really going all in on this, aren’t you?”
I shrug, feeling a warmth spread through my chest at the thought of Amelia and our future. “When you know, you know.”
“And what about the company? Our plans?” East asks, gesturing to the file on his desk.
“The company will still be here,” I say firmly. “But Amelia...she’s changed everything for me. I can’t risk losing her over this vendetta against Dad.”
East studies me for a moment. “I get it. I do. But where does that leave us? The plan we had?”
I take a deep breath, considering my next words carefully. “I’m not saying we abandon our plans entirely. But maybe we need to rethink our approach. Find a way that doesn’t risk everything we’ve built.”
“And if Dad decides to throw the bomb, anyway?”
“Then we deal with it,” I say, my voice hardening. “Together. But I won’t be the one to light the match.”
“A baby, eh? I never would have believed it if it hadn’t come out of your mouth.” I can’t help but laugh at East’s expression. “I like the idea of that.”
“What, you want a kid but not the wife that comes with it?”
East shrugs, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “Is that so crazy? I mean, look at you. You’ve got everything. But me? I’m not ready for that level of commitment.”
What he means is he isn’t ready because Sloane isn’t.
“So, you want to be a single dad? That sounds like commitment to me.” I lift an eyebrow and study him. “If you’re not going to fight for her, you have to let her go, you know.”
“It’s not about Sloane,” he grumbles, leaning back in his chair. “But—I don’t know. It’s just...I like the idea of having a kid, someone to pass everything on to. The more I think about it. It appeals to me.”
I shake my head, still chuckling. “You know, there are ways to make that happen without the whole marriage thing.”
East’s eyes narrow. “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “Pay someone to have your kid. Surrogacy or whatever. It’s not like you can’t afford it.”
East’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he’s silent. Then he bursts out laughing. “Jesus, West. You can’t just say shit like that.”
“Why not? It’s an option, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head, still grinning. “Yeah, I guess it is. But can you imagine Dad’s face if I showed up with a baby and no wife?”
“He’d probably have a heart attack,” I say, grinning back.
“Maybe that’s how we solve our problems,” East jokes. “I’ll just shock Dad into an early retirement.”
“Or a coffin.”
We both laugh, but there’s an undercurrent of seriousness to our conversation. The wheels are turning in East’s head. And I wonder if I’ve planted a seed that might actually grow into something.
I stride to the door, holding the handle for a moment, and turn back to him. “You know I love you?”
“I do, but it’s the first time you’ve ever told me. I never thought you had it in you.” He smiles. “I love you too. Do you want me to be your best man?”
“Fuck no. Dom gets that honor. You can be a groomsman.”
East laughs. “I’d be honored to be standing beside you no matter what. I still can’t believe you’re getting married. You…the man who I never thought would ever love anyone. I’m glad though.”
“Me too.” I smile. “And this day is so good that I’m going to go home and hide my fiancée’s birth control.”
Amelia’s eyes are wide, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as she lowers onto my solid cock. Her palms slide over my chest as my fingers grip the beautiful softness of her hips.
When she settles into a rhythm, I slide my hands around to cup her ass. Squeezing the firm flesh as she bounces, before I give it a hard slap.
“More.” She arches her back, pushing herself against me, grinding over me, and begging for more.
“I want to give you more...something special.” I reach up and whisper into her ear, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin as I speak. “A baby.”
Amelia’s eyes widen, and she moans. But more noticeable is the way her pussy tightens around me. It grips me so hard that I need to breathe through my urge to come. “You want to get me pregnant?”
The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
“I do.”
I know she wants this as much as I do.
“Oh God,” she moans, her eyes rolling upward. “Yes, please.”
I groan as my fingers dig into her flesh as I hold her hips still and thrust up harder and faster into her.
“Beg for it,” I growl. “Beg for me to come inside you.”
Amelia’s eyes flutter open, and as she looks at me, her lips curve upward. “Please,” she whispers huskily. “Come inside me. Give me your baby.”
“How many babies do you think you can handle?” I ask, my voice teasing, my hand sliding between her legs to stroke her clit. “You once told me you wanted six.”
Amelia whimpers, her body responding instantly to my touch. “As many as you can give me,” she breathes, her eyes closing as she leans back, letting me take control.
I smirk, hold her legs and spin her until her back is on the mattress, then flip her onto her stomach.
She lifts her ass in the air, and I waste no time in moving behind her.
My tongue darts out, licking along the curve of her ass, tasting her as I lick to her pussy.
I open her up with my thumbs before I circle her clit with my tongue. Her body tenses as my tongue delves deeper, exploring every inch of her.
She gasps. “
“More.” Her body shudders.
I lift my hand and slap her ass. “No coming yet.”
She moans, and I plunge two fingers into her slick pussy. Her muscles tighten around my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her.
“West!” she moans.
“You’re so wet.”
Her hips rock back, seeking more, demanding more.
Her breath hitches as she nears her climax.
I latch my mouth over her clit and suck, pushing her over the edge.
Her walls clamp down on my fingers, pulsing around them.
“West,” she cries out. Her body convulses as she rides the wave of her first orgasm.
I wait until her tremors subside before rising onto my knees and position my cock at her entrance. “Tell me how much you want my cock, Amelia.”
“Please. I want it.”
I smile. “So, you are ready for a baby?”
“Yes—Always.”
I push into her hot pussy until I bottom out and I listen as her moans fill the room.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You feel so good, princess. So fucking good.”
I pull back and plunge again. Her nails dig into the sheets as she tries to adjust as I build up to a rapid pace. “Do you want my cum?”
She whimpers, her body trembling. “Yes, please,” she gasps. “Please...fuck me harder. Give me everything.”
I grin, unable to resist her plea.
I increase my pace, slamming into her with even more force.
My hand leaves her breast, descending to her ass, and I give it a hard smack.
She screams again. The sound is sweet music to my ears.
I spank her again, harder this time, watching as her ass reddens under my ministrations.
Her body bucks against me, and her walls tighten around my cock as she clings to the edge of another orgasm.
“Tell me.” I lean low, resting on my strong arm as I breathe into her ear. “Tell me how many babies you want? Still six or more?”
Her words come out in a strangled gasp. “As many as you’ll give me.”
“Good girl.”
I reach around her, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I pound into her from behind.
“Scream for me,” I command. “Let me hear how much you love having my cock inside you. Tell me how much you want my cum inside you?”
“Oh Yes—Yes! West!” Her cries fill the room as her back arches and she shatters into a million pieces.
I don’t stop thrusting into her as I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her up and kiss her neck.
Thrust.
She moans.
I bite down on her shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark–a reminder of this moment.
A reminder that she is mine.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Cum inside me. Give me your baby.”
I groan.
The words send me over the edge, and I pound into her harder, faster, and soon I follow her.
My release rushing through me as I bury myself deep inside her. And my cock pulses in waves as my hot seed spills into her.
When the desire subsides, I pull out of her slowly, watching as cum drips from her swollen pussy.
Holding my dick, I swipe it up and thrust into her one last time.
“Don’t let any escape,” I grunt, holding myself deep within her as we both catch our breaths. “I want it all inside you.”
Amelia moans as I pull out until only the tip is inside her. I push my dick back inside her again. Our combined fluids make each thrust more pleasurable than the last.
But the thought of her carrying my child fills me with something strange. Something unlike anything else I have ever experienced before.
I want a baby with her, as much as I want her.
“Throw your birth control away,” I order.
“I will.”