Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Peyton
I hadn’t expected Owen to pick up his life and integrate himself into mine, but he did just that. He said he’ll have to fly back every once in a while. My dad jumped at the chance to show him how to rig airplane miles; it’s his favorite game. After the first week of us sleeping separately, we fell asleep watching a movie, and he held my belly all night. It’s the best sleep I had gotten in months. After that I demanded he stay.
“What are they checking for this visit?” he asks, seated in the rocking chair as he folds some washed baby clothes.
“The usual. They want to see me every two weeks, and I think I have one more visit before they start seeing us every week,” I explain to him.
His eyes widen. “Every week?”
“Yeah, leading up to the birth. My mom said it’s normal procedure, so don’t think anything is wrong. Dr. Roberts actually said he’s perfect the last time.”
Owen smiles. “Of course he is, just like his momma.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, looking at him through fluttering eyelashes. My blush burns my cheeks, and I turn away from him. “No need to butter me up. The bun is already cooking in the oven.”
He laughs loudly. Owen tilts his head, trying to glance down the hallway before leaning closer to where I’m seated on my bed. “You know I still jack off to the photos you sent me.”
My core clenches at his confession, and then I narrow my gaze at him. “When I didn’t have a watermelon under my shirt.”
He clicks his tongue at me. “Oh, honey. If you think I don’t find you sexy swollen with my kid, then let me show you.” Owen stands from the rocking chair and gently shuts my bedroom door, locking it. He turns to face me, and arousal heats my skin at his lust filled stare. There’s feral intent burning in his eyes as they drag down my body.
“You can’t come inside me!” I squeak out as he walks towards me. “They’ll know we fucked, and that’s embarrassing.”
Owen pauses, staring at me, and then booms out a laugh. “I knocked you up. They know we’re fucking.”
My cheeks burn with a blush. “I meant they’d know we fucked before the appointment.”
“Fine. Open your legs. Let me eat your pretty pussy.”
I lean back, shoving a pillow under me. Pulling my white sundress over my bump, I prop my feet up on the bed and bare my center to him. Owen kneels before me, his fingertips brushing my inner thighs before his thumb swipes up my wet slit. My body trembles at his touch. It's been super sensitive with everything because of the pregnancy. I’ve always been hyper aware of anything to do with Owen. Months ago when he said he could feel the difference between me and everyone else in his life, I didn’t believe him. But every minute with him, I understand more.
He shoves his face into my pussy the next second, and I let out a small cry, grabbing the sheets. He devours every inch of my sex, my legs shaking around his head as I spiral to a climax faster than I thought possible. Then he shoves two fingers inside me, and I tighten around them, wishing he wouldn’t listen to me and that he’d just fuck me with his cock instead. But I know Owen won’t, even if my lust hazed brain is telling me I should beg him to fuck me.
“When we get home from the doctor’s, you’re gonna take my cock over and over again. I’m going to fill you with my cum all night,” he growls into my pussy. I shudder, coming around his fingers in the next instant.
“Fuck, Peyton. You’re so responsive like this. It drives me insane.” He stands, his fingers still slowly moving inside me. He unbuttons his jeans, and shoves them down till his hard cock springs out and he strokes it. “Where you want my cum? Tits or your mouth?”
“My mouth,” I groan, and he finally leaves my sensitive, swollen core and helps me sit up while he’s standing before me. I wrap my hand around his thick, hard shaft and bend down to lick at his ruddy crown. His head tilts back, and his neck is strained as I suck the tip between my lips. Flattening my tongue, I slide him further into my mouth, stroking near his base as I try to swallow around him.
“Fuck. Your throat is so fucking tight,” he grunts outs as his hand grabs the back of my head, holding me in place. My eyes water as Owen thrusts deeper, forcing his entire cock into my mouth. My nails dig into his thigh. He thrusts one more time before his cock swells larger and his cum pours down my throat. “Swallow all of it, honey. Fill your belly up with my cum.”
When he pulls away, I take in a large gulp of air and cough up a bit of saliva and cum. His hand cups my face, his thumb wiping at the drool leaking from my lips. “You okay? That wasn’t too much?”
I feel a little nauseous, but not enough to ruin the mood. My hand covers his and I smile. “Perfect. Let me check my hair and makeup and we can go.”
We were in and out of the appointment in less than an hour, and Owen’s excitement to listen to the baby’s heartbeat was contagious. He grinned from ear to ear, looking at me like I'd gifted him something precious.
“I need to walk around a bit because if we go home right now, I’m gonna rot on the couch for the rest of the day.”
Owen chuckles, bending down to kiss the side of my head and wrap his arm around my belly. “You’re growing my baby. You can couch rot as long as you want. If anyone says anything, I’ll fight them.”
“You’re gonna fight my doctor?”
“If I have to,” he says, attacking my neck with kisses. He pulls away, tangling our fingers together. “Okay, where do you want to walk to?”
I blush, knowing he’s gonna give me shit. “The baby store.”
His head tilts back with a groan, shoulders slumping. “Honey, I think our son has more clothes than both of us.”
“And he’s going to keep growing out of them. We can never have enough.”
Owen shakes his head with a smile. “Fine, but one outfit only.”
“Dad?” Brit’s voice startles us both, and Owen instinctively pulls me closer. Her eyes slide to where he’s holding me and then to my swollen belly. “Oh my god.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the summer in Greece with your mother.”
Brit hasn’t looked away from my stomach, and I turn into Owen’s body to hide it from her. His arms squeeze tighter around me, rubbing down my back. She blinks, looking between us.
“Is that your baby?”
“It is.”
Her eyes flash with fury, and she glares at me. “You fucked my dad?”
I laugh. “You fucked my boyfriend.”
“Oh my god! So…what? You fucked my dad in revenge?”
“Hey, let’s calm down and talk this through,” Owen tries to mediate.
“No!” Brit screams at us. “I can’t—oh my god. I can’t believe you fucked her. She’s the same age as me.That’s—ugh! Gross!”
“Oh, please. What are you, the chief hypocrite of the moral police?” I roll my eyes, and Owen squeezes my waist. I huff, annoyed with the dramatics. I point a finger at Brit. “We obviously didn’t plan this, but it is what it is. And believe me, any time we’re together, you are the furthest thing from our thoughts.”
She flinches as if my words stabbed her, then looks up at Owen, hurt swirling in her eyes. “How could you do this to me? She was my best friend.”
He blows out a breath. “I didn’t pursue Peyton because she had any connection to you, Brit. You’re my daughter, and I love you. But you have nothing to do with our relationship.”
“You wouldn’t move for me! But here you are. So… what? Peyton is good enough for you to move?” Brit’s voice trembles, and I look away from her tears. I know she’s always hated that her dad lived away from her, but her mom had primary custody.
“Do you want me to call my dad to pick me up so you guys can talk?” I ask Owen, my voice soft enough that I hope she can’t hear.
He shakes his head, entangling our fingers. “No. I don’t want you out of my sight.” He looks at Brit, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with a defeated grief. “I’m at a different time of my life. It’s not about being good enough. And I tried hard to get your mom to stay, but she wanted to move back home with you. We were eighteen and just starting our lives. I couldn’t give up taking over my father’s business, and your mom didn’t want to stay.”
Brit glares at him. “No, you chose to not give up the business. You could have come with us.”
Owen shifts on his feet, his chest expanding as he straightens his shoulders. “No, Brit. Looking back now, your mother made a selfish and na?ve choice because she couldn’t see past her own needs. I had the opportunity to make a real living and provide a home for us. She ran home to her parents. I regret a lot of things in life, mostly not spending enough time with you, but staying for my family business is not one of them. I just wish your mother believed in me enough to give us a chance.”
I squeeze his hand, knowing he’s never spoken up about Elise to Brit’s face.
She scrunches her nose, the furious glare not wavering. “And now abandoning that bar for your other child is the right choice? Thanks , Dad.”
Gritting down on my teeth, I swallow my anger. I know if I speak up, it will just make matters worse. Owen tilts his head back, blinking up at the clear blue sky. She looks at me and I raise my eyebrows, daring her to say something else. Brit’s lips thin, and I know she’s struggling to stay quiet.
“If you need me to be your bad guy, so be it. You’re an adult now, Brit. We should be able to have an adult conversation without trying to manipulate hurt feelings,” he says, the disappointment hardening his voice. Brit’s tears reappear as he continues. “I’m not sure when you’re leaving town, but if you want to meet up and talk before you do, don’t hesitate to reach out. Excuse us, we need to get Peyton off her feet.”
His hand slides to my lower back, guiding me around her and to our car. His angry gait is a little hard to keep up with since he’s so much taller than me. He notices and slows, blowing out a loud breath.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“For what?”
I shrug, waving my hand over my stomach. “All of it. I’m the one who didn’t keep up with my birth control.”
He snorts. “And I’m the one who came inside you.” He leans down, whispering into my ear, “to dump load after load into that tight pussy. Nothing to be sorry about, honey.”
Heat throbs between my legs and my sore nipples pebble, sensitive against the soft t-shirt. He cups my breasts, kneading them twice before letting go and walking ahead of me to open the passenger door. “Want to take me to a hotel and fuck me again?”
“Fuck, Peyton.” He groans, adjusting his growing bulge in his pants. “Get your pretty ass in the car before I bend you over the seat.”
I pout. “I was being serious.”
“I know. And we’re going to figure out how to keep you quiet while you take my cock in our bed.” The deep desire burning in his eyes has me shuddering in anticipation, and I happily hop in the vehicle, the drama with Brit completely gone from my mind.