6. Chapter Six ~ Emma
Chapter Six ~ Emma
When I get out of work the last thing I want to do is go straight over to Chris’s place. Because I’m still feeling torn about what I’ve just agreed to.
Did I really just say that I would have his baby?
I sit in my car for a long time, just holding the wheel and staring off into space. Not knowing where to go.
Finally I head back to my house. Maybe I can get a few things packed up to take over in my car. But when I arrive home I can already tell that something is wrong. Even just sitting outside.
And as soon as I walk in the door my eyes widen in shock.
It’s empty.
Completely empty.
I don’t think it was this empty when I first moved in, and it certainly wasn’t this clean.
The only explanation is Chris.
Either that or some super crazy robber who loves vintage t-shirts and store brand cereal.
A slight smile crosses my face at the thought. And then it widens as I think of Chris setting this up.
Taking control of things in that no-nonsense way that he has.
But I’m still not sure about going to see him just yet. Instead I pick up my phone.
“Becky, I need you.”
“I’m at home,” she replies immediately and in seconds I tell her that I’m on my way. What am I going to tell her? How am I going to explain what’s going on? I really can’t.
How can I tell her about the agreement that I’ve just made? But I need to tell her something because I need to bounce ideas off of someone.
When I get to her house she’s waiting at the door, opening it before I even make it all the way up the sidewalk.
“What happened?”
“It’s … I have … something I need to talk about.”
“Of course,” she agrees and leads me into the house. “Wine?”
I nod because I might as well get my fill of it before I get pregnant, right? But when she hands me the drink I still can’t figure out what to say.
“Is something wrong? Are you hurt?” she asks and I shake my head. No, I’m not hurt. It’s nothing like that. “Is it Leann?” She’s the only one who knows what’s happening with Leann and I feel grateful at the genuine concern in her voice.
“I met a guy.”
“A guy? Geez, Emma, I thought it was something bad. Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone?” She settles back on the couch, getting comfortable and looking somewhat excited at the prospect.
“It’s just … it’s kind of complicated.”
“Okay, what’s so complicated about it?”
“I’m moving in with him.”
“Moving in?” Her tone is incredulous, eyes wide as she stares at me. “I didn’t even know you were dating and now it’s serious enough that you’re moving in?”
“Like I said, it’s complicated.” I still don’t really know what to tell her. And what to keep quiet.
“You’re going to need to tell me something, Em.”
I let out a deep breath and take a long drink of my wine while Becky watches me, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“Are you sure nothing is wrong?”
“Yeah. It’s just, we’re going to have a baby.”
“You’re pregnant?” She stares at me in shock and then reaches for the glass of wine in my hand. “You can’t be drinking that.”
“I’m not pregnant. I mean, I’m not pregnant yet.”
Her eyes narrow as she stares at me. “You’re going to need to back things up and explain what’s going on.”
At that, I gulp down the rest of my wine and hold out the glass. Her cue to refill it so I can begin the whole story. “You are not going to believe this.” A pause. “My boss wants to hire me to have his baby.”
“He wants … what?”
“My boss wants to hire me to have his baby. As in he’s putting together a contract for me to move into his house and have his baby.”
“Okay, he’s either a psycho or a weirdo. What kind of guy is into that kind of thing?”
“It’s not like that. I mean … okay, maybe it’s a little like that but I told him I’d do it.”
“You told him what?!”
“It’s good money. I mean, I don’t know the specifics yet but he’s offering a place to live and an allowance and everything. I can help Leann.”
She looks concerned at that, brow furrowed as she stares at me. “You know your mom and Leann wouldn’t want you selling yourself off to some crazy person for them, right?”
“It’s not selling myself off. And we’ve actually been having sex for a while before all of this. He’s … gorgeous. And he’s amazing in bed. You have no idea.”
Slowly the look on her face morphs into a wicked smile. “Amazing, huh?”
“Absolutely amazing,” I promise. “That’s one of the other reasons I agreed to it. I’ve talked to people around the club about him. And … whew, Becky, you have no idea,” I repeat. “I’m actually looking forward to this in some ways. I mean having a baby is going to be … different. But the sex leading up to that? That part is going to be phenomenal. He’s this tough guy, bad boy type and …” I can’t hide the little shiver that runs through me and she laughs.
“You are crazy for going through with this, you know that, right?”
“If you could see this guy you wouldn’t think that. And if you’d experienced even half the sex that I have with him you’d be signing on in an instant.”
“All right. Let’s say he’s as good in bed as you say … you’re still willing to have a baby with a guy you don’t really know?”
“It’s a win-win for everyone. Amazing sex for me. He gets a baby. Leann and Mom get everything that they need … what could be better?”
“Well, I mean, if that’s what you’re really into …” She looks concerned again.
“I’ve thought about it. And I think it’s going to be good. For all of us.”
“Most women put in a lot of effort to not get pregnant by the bad boy. And here you are putting in the effort to get pregnant. And he’s in on it.” She shakes her head with a laugh. “I think you’re nuts. But hey, if you’ve thought it over …”
“I have.”
“What are you going to tell your mom?”
“Nothing. Or as little as I possibly can for as long as I can. She doesn’t need to know.”
“She’s going to wonder how you suddenly have more money to give them.”
“I’ll make it up as I go along,” I reply because I’m not sure what I’m going to tell them. But I’m definitely not going to tell Leann and Mom the truth of things. Not when I’m making this agreement, this insane agreement, entirely for them.
“I wish you luck then. And drink all the wine,” she pours me another glass. “You’re not going to be having it again for a long time.” There’s a long pause and then, “So, he’s that good in bed, huh?”
“The things that man can do with his mouth, Becky,” I reply and she laughs but leans in closer for all the details.
When I’ve finished sharing all the details I care to, and maybe a few extras that I probably shouldn’t have, it’s late. And now I’m wondering just what’s going to be in store for me as I pull up in front of his house. What is this agreement really going to mean for us?
When the door opens I see him standing there. He certainly doesn’t look happy. I know how late I am. And I know when he was expecting me. So I feel slightly abashed as I look at him and his tightly wound fury.
“We’ll need to talk about how well you listen.”
“I just … I needed a minute.”
“A minute?” His eyes flash as he looks at me but then he steps back without another word.
I take a deep breath and walk through the door, knowing that this is the start of an entirely new part of my life. This is the start of living out the contract that I’ve agreed to.
“You are mine, Sweetheart. So when I tell you that I want you to be here directly after work, I mean it.”
I can’t help the little shiver that goes through me at his words, and the force behind them. And then his arms are around me, pressing me back against the wall.
“If I tell you something, you do it. That’s how it’s gonna go and you’re gonna like it.”
My heart skitters in my chest at the rough tone of his voice, the way he’s leaning in close, so close.
“I don’t take orders well,” I manage to get out and he scowls at me.
“I’m not used to being disobeyed, Emma. And I’m not about to accept it now. You will listen to me. When I tell you to do something, you will do it.”
“If your plan is to be some type of tyrant who controls my every move then the deal is going to be off, Chris. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want and you don’t get to tell me otherwise.”
“No? Well there’s the door, Emma. You can leave anytime you want.” He’s still glaring at me from inches away. His mouth is so close that if I just lean forward slightly it would press my lips against his. His body almost brushes across the front of me with every breath.
And I can feel my own body heating with anger, yes, but also with passion. With desire.
I want him. In fact, I’m incredibly turned on right now at him acting like he can just order me around and I’ll jump whenever he chooses.
“You’re being ridiculous,” I manage to get out but instead of answering, his mouth descends on mine and I’m lost to the pleasure of it. Lost to the moment of feeling his lips and my arms wrap around him seemingly of their own accord.
I’m melting against him, my body losing all will to fight when he feels so good.
His hips press hard against mine, pinning me back against the wall, grinding his body into mine and making me moan with pleasure.
This is entirely different from anything we’ve had before. Completely different from the passionate but rushed experiences in his office, though this is quite passionate and rushed as well. The difference is that he hasn’t torn my clothes off just yet. He’s struggling to slow it all down instead.
I practically whimper as his hands glide down to my shirt, sliding it up and over my breasts so he can cup them more fully in his hands. My own hands are dropping down to his shoulders, which roll and tense beneath my fingers. But that’s nothing compared to the muscles on his arms and chest as those flex under my slowly moving fingers.
“Ooh,” the moan seems to have a mind of its own but he certainly doesn’t mind, because he nips at my lower lip and his fingers trail a little more firmly over my breasts, then brush over the nipple on one side and then the other.
“That’s it, Sweetheart,” he murmurs as he continues to drag his hands across my body, making me completely wild in the process. And he’s not done. Not anywhere near done. Because this is when he finally drags the shirt over my head and tosses it to the side, staring down at my body for a long moment as he takes in what he’s revealed.
I’m feeling so turned on with the way that he stares at me. There’s something exciting about it. My entire body is heated and burning, wanting him. Wanting everything that his kisses seem to promise.
Then his mouth is trailing down over my breasts, licking and sucking at each of them in turn until I moan and writhe at the feel of it. It feels good. So good. And when he’s finished there he moves to my hips, his mouth pressing against the spot where the skirt to my outfit comes across, making me tremble even more.
“Chris …” his name comes out on a moan and he seems to relish it. The growl spills from his throat as he continues his onslaught.
“That’s it, Sweetheart,” he tells me and I moan again.
As he drags the skirt down over my hips and lets it fall around my ankles I feel my body practically collapse against the wall behind me, a fact that he seems to enjoy because his hips are suddenly pressed that much more firmly against my own.
But now I realize that he’s still completely dressed, standing there in his casual wear from the club. And that heat is back in his eyes. My own hands venture across his body now, sliding down, down as far as I can reach from this position. But his growls are spurring me on even more.
I tug the shirt off his body and toss it away, reveling in the feel of that hard stomach and the muscles that are currently flexing and bunching there.
“Come,” he practically orders me again, his hand wrapping tightly around my wrist; he tugs me along. Almost before I even realize what’s happening we’re practically rushing across the room and up the stairs so he can toss me down onto the bed and take exactly what he wants.
His mouth is all over me. Teasing every inch with everything that he has, making me so crazy that all I can think about is him. All I can do is take everything that he will give me.
“Are you ready, Sweetheart?” he murmurs and then he’s sliding deep inside me, making my body come up, off the bed. A loud cry bursts out of me that he doesn’t try to hush. Instead, each of my sounds seems to make him even more intense and he’s thrusting harder and faster against me.
My hands grip onto his shoulders, then venture down to enjoy the feel of his arms, then his chest and stomach. Then downward even further. I’m close, getting so close. And then, suddenly, my orgasm is bursting over me and I scream loudly as I come.
“Emma …” he groans out my name and I can tell that he’s close. In fact, even before my own orgasm has ceased rocking my body with intensity, his own draws out, that same groan spilling out again as he drives harder and further into me.
“That’s it, Emma. That’s it,” he’s grunting and groaning and then suddenly there’s nothing but the sensations.
When I finally feel like I’m back in my own body it’s still hard to catch my breath. Still hard to acknowledge that this is what’s ahead of us. More nights like this will drive both of us crazy.