Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Owen
I had to fly back for a couple days to ensure the manager was good to cover me for the foreseeable future. Then I packed a duffel bag full of clothes and headed back to Peyton. After the dinner with her parents, they seemed to relax and even opened their home to me. Though, I’m to strictly stay in the guest room, which Peyton rolled her eyes at and asked what’s he gonna do, knock me up again?
“Hey,” she says softly as I walk up to her waiting by a large SUV in the passenger pick up zone at the airport. I drop my bag and twine my fingers in her hair at the back of her head before slamming my lips to hers. She moans, her large belly rubbing against my stomach, and I harden. Something about my woman pregnant with my child makes me feral.
Pulling away, I place one more chaste kiss on her lips and smile. “Hey, honey. Whose SUV is this?”
Her cheeks flush, either from our kiss or her answer. “It’s…uh…ours, technically. My parents bought it for the baby, for me and I guess…you.”
“Wow, ” I say, a bit stunned that her parents would do that. But then again, they’re the same couple who bought a house near the college their daughter attended just to be close by. I am starting to realize they are probably more well off than I thought.
She places the keys in my hand. “Believe me, I tried to talk them out of it.”
I open her door, helping her into the seat as my hands tingle with the need to touch her more. Grabbing my bag, I toss it in the back as I make my way around the hood and climb into the driver’s seat. Peyton already has her seat leaned back, her hands pressing up on her belly from below.
“You okay?” I ask, selecting her saved address in the GPS and pulling out of the airport.
She lets out a small groan, but nods. “Yeah, he’s just heavy. And it was really uncomfortable to stay upright like that for the drive.”
I frown and reach out, rubbing her belly before twisting our fingers together. Her head turns to the side to stare at me.
“I could have taken a cab, but thank you,” I tell her softly.
She smirks. “Well… maybe I wanted something for it.”
“Like a favor?” Lust shoots through me at the thought of the last favor she asked of me.
Peyton nods, bringing my hand to her breasts. They look fuller through the thin t-shirt. “I’m so horny, Owen. It never stops lately. I get off like twice a day with my vibrator, but it's not enough.”
My grip tightens on the steering wheel as all the blood drains to my cock. I feel dizzy from how fast her confession got me hard.
“And you want my cock?” I ask huskily.
“Yes!” she whines, her bottom lip pushing out into a pout. “Your cock, your tongue, your fingers. I need everything…”
“Fuck.” I knead my palm into my erection, my breaths shallow with arousal. My eyes don’t stray from the road, but in the corner I can see the movement of her hands as she keeps playing with her breasts. “Are your parents home?”
“Mhmmm,” she mutters.
My head hits the back of the head rest and I groan. I feel like a teenager trying to sneak away to make out with my girlfriend, and while a part of it is amusing, the other part is a stark reminder of our situation and how young she is.
“Would you be offended if I got us a motel room?” I ask. It’s seedy, and ungentlemanly of me to ask, but if I don’t get to touch her soon I may combust.
Peyton laughs. “God, no. Please. I was willing to lean against the car so you could fuck me on the side of the road.”
“Jesus.” I sneak a quick peek at her and shake my head. “You have a thing about fucking around in cars?”
“I have a thing for you. ” She inhales sharply as if she didn’t mean to say that, and I wish I could see the emotion that would easily be painted on her face.
As soon as the door is shut, my mouth is on hers. My hand roams her body, wanting to feel every inch of her. I don’t know how I went months without it, considering she was never far from my thoughts. I cup her ass, pushing her belly against me as I slowly guide her backwards toward the bed.
Making her sit on the mattress, I fall to my knees and reach up her dress to grab the waistband of her stretchy shorts. She leans back as I pull them off, baring her pretty pussy.
“Need a pillow?” I ask, standing and grabbing one anyway and handing it to her before settling back in front of her. Prying her legs open, I don’t hesitate to slurp at her wet slit and groan at her sweet taste.
“Oh shit,” she cries out, her fingers twisting at the sheets. “It feels… oh god.”
I devour her cunt like a starved animal, my entire face presses against her as I push my tongue inside her, wanting more of her juices. I hike her legs up, moving them onto my shoulders as I wrap my arms around her thighs. She shakes as she comes within a minute of being under my tongue.
Pulling her closer to the edge, I set her feet down and stand. I grab the back of my shirt, dragging it over my head, and then take off my pants and briefs. Her hooded eyes watch me as I stay like that, stroking my hard cock between her legs as I stare down at her.
“You want more, honey?” I ask her. As much as I want to just bury myself in her little pussy, I won’t if she isn’t feeling up to it.
“Owen, my god. Just fuck me?—”
I thrust into her, holding onto her hips as I slide my cock in and out of her tight cunt and force her to take more with every stroke forward. Her fingers claw at the bed, and she writhes beneath me.
“Holy shit, yessssss.”
I pump harder, and thumb her swollen clit. She clamps down on me as her entire body convulses, coming so hard that I pause to watch her. Her dark hair fans out around her, a few pieces slick with sweat stuck to her forehead and her face flushes with desire. Her breasts bounce with each shallow pant, and her hooded eyes roll as her head turns side to side.
Reaching forward, I cup her belly, rubbing it as my cock hardens even further. She’s so fucking hot like this, swollen with my baby, her body trembling from coming on my cock. I slowly pull out and push back in, testing to see if she’s ready for me to fuck her more. Peyton lets out a small moan, rocking her hips to meet mine.
“You’re so fucking sexy, honey. I can’t get enough,” I tell her, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her belly.
She bites her lip, not saying anything as I pick up my pace, pounding into her. I think about the last time we fucked, and how I didn’t know I was coming in her unprotected pussy. I was practically breeding her fertile womb. Before I can process that I’m coming, I grunt as I spill inside her. I’m coming so hard, she gasps with each throb of my cock spurting my cum. We don’t look away from each other till I finally soften, and then I lay down next to her.
She turns to face me, holding onto her stomach as she moves. I glance down between us, then reach up to get the second pillow for her. Her little nose scrunches, and her lips thin.
“What?” I ask, not liking the sudden drop in her expression.
Peyton sighs. “I just forgot this isn’t your first time. You’ve dealt with a pregnant woman before.”
My heart aches at the crushing disappointment in her tone and I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb across it.
“Believe me, it’s not the same.” And it wasn’t. I never felt anything for Elise. I stayed with her out of obligation once the paternity test came back proving the baby was mine. The only reason we took one was because she thought someone else was the father before his test came back negative.
The connection that Peyton and I share is more magnetic than anything I’ve experienced. It’s why I gave in so easily, why I never truly fought our age difference. My heart and body knew she was mine before my mind could catch up.
Peyton’s jaw tightens, and I know she doesn’t believe me. I scoot closer to her, throwing her thigh over my hip. “Is that comfortable for you?”
She mutters a yes, and I kiss her little nose.
“Peyton if you had told me you were pregnant, I would have dropped everything to come running to you.”
She stares at me, seeing my genuine honesty. “Why?” she asks.
“Because… I just know we’re meant to be. It’s why I walked up to you at the airport. Something inside me knew immediately, and I couldn’t let go. When I found out you were my daughter’s friend, I was devastated. More than I ever should have been since you were a stranger.”
She hums, tracing circles on my chest. “I just thought you were hot.”
My head tilts back, and I laugh. “Fair enough. I guess when you’ve had enough life experience, it’s easier to feel the difference.”
Peyton smiles, studying my face with eyes full of adoration. “I don’t have much experience, but it felt different. You felt different, there was never a time where I felt insecure when we were together. It was… exhilarating.”
“You’re always safe with me, I promise,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. She lets out a sigh of relief, settling closer onto my chest.