Chapter 10
Goldie
“All our…did you just say all our babies ?” I almost screech, firmly back in reality. “I’ve known you for all of four days—not even—and now you’re thinking about us having babies? As in, together? This is crazy.”
If possible, I’m breathing harder now than when he licked his lips and traced the veins on my chest with his fingers. I’d never been touched so reverently like that before. I shove my shirt down, cringing when it sticks to my skin, thanks to Davis’s cum. What the hell am I doing? And why was that so hot?
Davis captures my wrists and holds them together with one hand. He clicks his tongue and clears his throat. “Sorry. I, uh, just got caught up in the moment. I didn’t…didn’t mean it.” His excuse isn’t all that convincing since he’s got his other hand under my shirt, rubbing his cum into my skin, dipping his wet thumb just below the waistband of my maternity panties.
So I test him on it. “You’re telling me that if I were able to have sex right now, you would use a condom or pull out instead of trying to get me pregnant?”
Davis’s brows bunch together. “Uh huh. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Then why is your dick getting hard again, Daddy?” I practically sneer the word.
Davis sits back on his heels and hangs his head on his shoulders with his eyes closed as he grips his shaft with a groan. “It’s torture, the things you say to me.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter because instead of running away, I get all fluttery inside again.
We both perk up when we hear Lily crying from the bedroom.
Davis shudders and hurries to stand. He shoves his cock in his pants, then helps me get my clothes situated without looking me in the eye. He holds his hands up, which are coated with his cum. “I need to clean up before—shit, so do you.” We’re both a mess, and Davis blows out a huge breath. “I’ll wash my hands and get Lily. Watch her if you want to take a shower.”
Of course, I do. I’m not going to pick up my baby and nurse her with his cum all over my torso, so I agree. My hands twitch with the need to hold Lily and soothe her when I make it into the bedroom, shortly followed by Davis, who scoops her up and kisses her cheek.
I don’t have time to wash my hair, knowing she’s hungry, and I hurry through washing Davis’s cum off my skin and the blood from my thighs. I didn’t think to grab a change of clothes before leaving the bathroom, and I can’t bring myself to put my dirty panties back on, so I squeeze my thighs together and take small steps, leaving the bathroom in just a navy blue towel.
Davis, swaying side to side with Lily in his arms, does a double take and parts his lips when he sees me. He swiftly hands Lily over before I can even grab a clean pair of panties from the plastic hospital bag on the bed. He shakes out his leg as he readjusts his dick, then mutters something about needing another freezing cold shower.
As I hold Lily, I replay what Davis said to me, imagining what a baby would look like with our red hair and some of Davis’s features, and then I berate myself. Growing up without siblings, I was envious of my friends and their large families. I know that, eventually, I want to have more kids. Give Lily a brother or sister so she won’t grow up with the same envy I experienced. But to be thinking of such things so soon…and with a man I just met…
I’ve got to stop. I need to get my head screwed on straight and figure out how to support myself and Lily before I ever even think about getting anywhere near a man again.
I slump when Davis walks back into the bedroom with a bottle of water and hands it to me, his eyes on my exposed breast that Lily isn’t nursing from since my towel is around my waist.
“Go put some more clothes on,” I say grumpily.
He’s taken aback. “Why?”
“Because you look like that.” I wave up and down his body. Clean pair of plaid pajama pants and no T-shirt. Barefoot and hair damp and tousled. Sexy as sin and causing me to make stupid decisions.
Davis huffs and disappears into his closet. “Better?” he asks when he steps out a few minutes later.
I groan. “Really? Gray sweatpants?” At least he’s wearing a black T-shirt this time, even if it is tight.
He holds his arms out. “What’s wrong with gray sweatpants?”
“Just”—I wave to the closet—“go put something else on.”
Davis obliges, stepping out next in crisp jeans with his T-shirt tucked in behind his silver belt buckle, his hair even messier and sexier now.
“For fuck’s sake, Davis.”
Davis
It’s torture living with Goldie—sleeping next to her since I never seem to make it to the couch, and she keeps tucking me in under the covers because she feels bad about kicking me out. I wake up half on top of her in my sleep, my dick hard and pressed against some part of her body every time Lily stirs in the night. We haven’t had a repeat performance of what happened on the couch, but it’s only because I keep my distance from her after flinging myself out of bed as soon as the sun comes up.
It’s even more torturous counting down the hours until I actually have to leave the girls and go back to work since I’m scheduled for a job that will have me out on the road for the next four weeks. It feels wrong to leave Goldie to fend for herself and take care of Lily without my help, but at least she’ll be doing so at my house, where she’ll be safe, instead of at her dad’s.
I help Goldie out of the passenger seat of my Ford and slide my hands to her hips to steady her when I set her on her feet. She’s wearing a new emerald green sweater dress that I want to slip my hands under so I can feel the bare skin of her thighs. I clear my throat and step away to shoulder Lily’s yellow daisy diaper bag that I picked up at the store, along with Goldie’s dress, last night when I ran out to get diapers. Goldie leans over to unbuckle Lily from her car seat, exposing the backs of her thighs and her juicy ass, and goddamnit , I’m hard again.
When we sign in at the pediatrician’s front desk for Lily’s first well-baby visit, I hand over my debit card to cover the copay. Goldie passes Lily to me so she can fill out the new patient paperwork, which I could have done for her. After we’re led into a room to wait for the doctor, Goldie pulls out her phone and taps the notes app.
“What are you doing?”
“Adding the forty-dollar copay to my notes.”
“Why?”
Goldie shifts in her black plastic seat after dropping her phone back in the diaper bag on the floor between us. “I’m keeping track of everything you’ve spent on us so I can pay you back as soon as I can get a job.”
Moving Lily to one arm, I dig her cell phone out and demand, “Passcode.”
“I’m not giving you my passcode.” Goldie tries to take the phone out of my hand, but I hold my arm up and away from her. She scowls and crosses her arms under her delicious tits. When I ask again, she refuses to give it to me.
I drop my voice and lean in close to her ear. “Be a good girl and give Daddy your passcode.” Goldie sucks in a breath, and I raise my brow. When she finally complies after a silent minute-long stand-off, I kiss her temple and whisper, “Good girl.” From the corner of my eye, I see Goldie part her lips when I click through her phone and delete her note, then permanently delete it from her trash so she can’t recover it.
Goldie snatches her phone back and balks. “Why did you do that?”
“I don’t want you keeping track, and you’re sure as shit not paying me back.” I rub my nose over Lily’s wispy hair and coo, “Isn’t that right, Lily Jo? It’s my job to take care of you and your mama.”
“Davis…”
We’re interrupted by the pediatrician, an older woman with a short black bob who introduces herself as Dr. Bankole. It’s my turn to pull out my phone and scroll through my notes, helping to answer each of Dr. Bankole’s questions about Lily’s sleeping and nursing habits, along with diaper changes, including consistencies and color.
Goldie’s eyes bug out, and she asks quietly, “Why are you keeping track of all that?”
Dr. Bankole smiles wide and motions for Goldie to redress Lily once she’s done examining her on the table. “Alright, Mom and Dad. It sounds like you’re doing a great job with Lily here.”
I wink when Goldie doesn’t correct her for calling me Dad . “That’s why.”
“But you’re not really—”
“Aren’t I?” I challenge as I take Lily from her. I lower a hand to Goldie’s back to steer her out of the building silently and across the parking lot, then buckle Lily into her car seat, doing the finger pinch test to make sure I’ve tightened the straps correctly.