Chapter 15 #2
He looks off to the side, double-checking that we’re alone, before he crowds me against the door. “Because you’re as much of a runner as Sebastian, and I’ve had enough of you running out on me. So, no, you’re not switching.”
I press my index finger against his chest. “If you think you get to decide my position in this company, you can go fuck—”
“Oh, I plan on it.” He cups my cheeks and tips my head back. “But I’ll wait ‘til we get home.” He kisses me, then steps away quickly before another assistant, Kimora, turns the corner, smiling as if she knows our secret when she squeezes past me into the restroom.
Maybe Barbara isn’t as discreet as I’d hoped.
Thursday, after putting the kids to bed, I squeal and dodge Forest’s reach when he tries to grab me around the waist, as he’s tried to do the past few nights.
“Angel, wait, I just want to talk.”
“I call bullshit,” I harshly whisper, darting toward the front door.
As fast as I may be, with Forest’s long legs and arm span, he’s faster.
He slaps his hands against the door over my shoulders.
My body is a traitor, my back arching so that I can push my ass against him, his jeans rough against the bare backs of my thighs.
Every night, I tell myself I’m going to show up in a baggy sweat suit with the drawstrings knotted tight, and every single night, I fail at doing so, scuttling across the street when I think no one is looking. I didn’t even wear my robe tonight!
“Angel,” Forest groans, dropping a hand to my right hip to hold me in place, bending his knees to thrust against me.
“You drive me fucking mental. You say you want to move on, but then you show up in these tiny outfits with a new pedicure, and I’m not imagining it when you bend over for longer than necessary, daring me to take a picture. ”
Dammit! He’s not supposed to say the quiet part out loud! The only thing I can do now to save myself is turn and attack, tickling Forest viciously until he’s forced to drop his arms and retreat.
“Ha!” I spin and fling the door open.
Forest catches me before I can take one step out onto the stoop, and he lifts me off my feet, carrying me to his bedroom.
“This is kidnapping, you know!” I say as soon as he’s locked me inside with him.
“Angel-napping, more like,” he says, setting me on my feet.
I back away and point my finger at him. “I could have you arrested for false imprisonment.”
“But you won’t.” He pulls his sweater off over his head, his hair a sexy mess, then advances on me slowly, distracting me with his abs. “I’ll do it as many times as it takes to get you to talk to me.”
“I didn’t realize ‘talking’ required you taking off your clothes,” I say, annoyed with myself when my eyes drop to his happy trail of hair that disappears behind his waistband. I want to run my finger all the way down that trail, then follow it up with my tongue.
“With you, it does.” He suddenly grips the back of my neck, winding his right arm around my waist, yanking me into his lean chest. “I have a proposition for you.”
“You’re propositioning me?” I ask with a scoff. “That’s another crime, ass—”
He kisses me to shut me up. “No. God no. I meant like proposing a plan.”
I wrinkle my nose, letting my hands drift to his narrow hips, tracing the hard V-cut of his Adonis muscles with my thumbs. “All right, let’s hear this grand plan of yours,” I say, curious against my will to hear his answer.
“This ‘wild oats’ idea you have…” His mouth twists like he’s tasted something sour. “I want to be the one to fulfill it.”
“Wow. Great plan,” I deadpan. “Sounds like you really thought this through.”
He growls. “God, you’re infuriating.”
I pinch his sides. “As if you’re any better, mister ‘I’m going to be irresponsible and fuck you multiple times without a condom’.”
“That’s rich coming from you, miss ‘I’m going to ride you bareback in the office and not jump off your dick until after you cum’.”
I gape briefly and stutter when I say, “That doesn’t count. I’d just taken the pill.”
“Yeah, two days after the first time we had sex.” He slips his hand down to squeeze my ass, brushing his lips against mine. “It’s a coin toss whether or not it worked.”
“Shut up.” I turn my head away. It’ll blow up both our lives if the pill didn’t work, and I’m still weighing my options, should that be the case.
“No.” He chases my lips as his cock thickens against my stomach. “This isn’t something you can run away from, hence the need for my plan.”
“What need other than for you to get your jollies off, BigDawg?”
“And yours,” he says with an annoyingly cute smirk. “Until we find out if you’re pregnant or not—”
“I’m not.”
“Shut up and let me talk, shrimp.”
I thin my lips.
“Until we find out if you’re pregnant or not,” he repeats, slipping his hand beneath my waistband to caress my bare asscheek, toying with the thin fabric of my thong, “anything and everything you want to try will be with me. It’s the safest, most responsible choice.”
“Uh, wrong,” I say, though I’m breathing harder, stepping my feet out wider, hoping he’ll slip his fingers lower.
No wonder I keep catching him looking at my stomach.
“The safest, most responsible choice would be abstinence.” Which I absolutely should continue to do, especially since I’m not so keen on the idea of “sowing my wild oats” with anyone else, no matter if I’m pregnant or not with Forest’s child.
A pregnancy would come with a whole host of other problems, like the fact that Forest hasn’t changed his stance on having more children.
I’m sure he’d be a better baby daddy than Tyler was to Shayla and Eden, should I decide to keep the hypothetical baby, but it’s still not ideal to have to share custody.
All the money I’ve been saving toward getting my own apartment would have to be redirected, and I’ll have to continue living with my parents for at least another six months, if not a year.
They may not mind, but they’re getting up in age and don’t need another newborn waking them at all hours of the night, even if they’re not the ones responsible for the baby.
Unless… Forest does have the fourth bedroom he’s only using for storage.
Maybe he’d be willing to let me move in for a time, though that would only confuse his kids.
And what would I do if I were to start seeing someone else?
Bring my date home and introduce him to the guy who knocked me up?
I’m sure that’ll go over really well. Or, even worse, I had to babysit while Forest goes out on dates. I’d want to tear her hair out.
You’ve really gone and done it now, Autumn, starting to fall for the last man you should have ever looked twice at.
Forest banishes any thought of the potentially depressing future when he slips two fingers between my thighs from behind and jerks my thong to the side. His voice turns husky when he asks, “And how’s the abstinence been working out for you over the past week, hmm?”
I hang onto his sides for dear life, dropping my head back with a breathy moan when he parts my pussy lips with his fingertips.
“Can you honestly tell me you don’t think about riding me again—my dick or my face—whenever you’re in bed, alone at night, like I do?”
How the hell does he know that, too? I’ve had to charge my vibrator multiple times, never fully satisfied, no matter how many times I got myself off. I gasp when he eases his middle finger inside me, my pussy wet and aching for more than his finger.
“Are you some kind of mind reader?” I ask.
He cracks a grin. “I don’t have to be. You just answered my question.” When I arch my back, pushing my ass into his hand, Forest groans with desire. “Say yes, and I’ll let you do it again, any time, any place, angel.”
Our heavy breaths mix as he waits for my answer.
“Say yes,” he whispers against my lips.
Against my better judgment, pleasure making it hard to think straight, I give in and say, “Only until we find out if I’m pregnant or not. After that, you and me—whatever this is—it’s over.” My heart pinches in my chest when his eyes light up.
“Deal,” he says, then presses his lips firmly against mine, fumbling to push my pajama shorts and thong down.
He only breaks the kiss to slip my cami top off over my head, then lifts me off my feet.
He crawls to the middle of the bed and flips over onto his back.
“Come here, angel,” he says, gripping my naked hips to help me move up his body.
Lifting his hands to cup my heavy breasts, he brushes his thumbs across my nipples that ache for him. “If you are pregnant—”
“I’m not,” I mumble, rolling my hips, leaning into his hands.
“But if you are”—his cock thickens beneath me—“then these are going to get even fuller with your milk.”
My mouth falls open. “Are you telling me you have a milk kink, too?”
“No. I—” Forest tilts his head and licks his bottom lip, a million thoughts whirling in his eyes. “Maybe?”
“Kinky. So, feet, milk, and squirt, huh?”
Forest sucks in air, punching his hips up. “Yeah, guess so.”
I bite my bottom lip and add a little bounce on top of him. “I wonder what other kinks you might surprise me with.”
“Tell me what you want to try first, and we’ll find out together.”
If I’m going to do this, give in to him until I get my period, I’m going to go for broke.
I scoot back enough that I can unbutton and unzip his jeans, then pull his cock out.
God, he’s huge and so long that I can grip him with both hands, one stacked on top of the other.
Yeah, I’ve definitely been dreaming of this in my bed.