7. Abby
7
ABBY
D ays turned to weeks. Weeks became a month. Now, I’m more than halfway through my pregnancy. Living with Evan has been nothing short of amazing, and not just because we’ve been sleeping together this whole time.
He never did get around to ordering furniture for the spare bedroom, and instead, we’ve been sharing his bed every night. Half his closet is full of my things, and he even emptied a few dresser drawers for me. It all happened so fast, but strangely, it didn’t feel fast at all.
It’s surreal how easily he stepped up when I needed him, when I needed someone to lean on after finding out I was pregnant. He’s my friend, not my spouse, even though all the ladies at my doctor’s office think we’re married. Someday, he’ll make a wonderful husband and father for a very lucky girl, and I hope this experience doesn’t ruin the idea for him. I also hope I can find a man like him for me and my baby, especially if the sex is even a fraction as good as it’s been with Evan.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be having sex with my best friend. I’m aware of how gorgeous he is and that he could have any girl he wants. If he can’t date right now and I can’t control these insane urges, then I guess it makes sense that we take advantage of the situation.
It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, but I’m positive that nothing could ever get in the way of our friendship. Still, we’ve decided it’s best to keep this between us, because I’m sure our other friends won’t understand. I just have to remind myself that this is just an arrangement, and everything will go back to normal once the baby comes and I’m back in my own apartment.
It’ll all be fine. Right?
Evan places a hand at the small of my back as we walk toward the banquet hall. Our moms have been here all day, getting the place ready for my baby shower. When he opens the door for me, there’s an explosion of pink, but it’s overwhelming in the best way. Balloons, flowers, and decorations bring the space to life with accents of gold and white adding a touch of elegant whimsy. There’re at least thirty people milling around, but my mom is the first to reach me as she hurries forward, wrapping me up in a tight hug.
“You’re here!” A proud smile spreads across her face. “Welcome to your baby shower!”
I laugh at her enthusiasm. She’s thrilled to become a grandmother, and I can’t wait to watch her spoil my little girl rotten.
Evan’s mom is next, giving me a warm squeeze before hugging her son. Blood or not, Heather is family and I know she sees me and my child the same way. After that, chaos ensues as I’m ushered farther into the room. Cheerful guests come to greet me, and I lose track of Evan when I’m swamped by all our happy friends and family. He doesn’t leave me for too long, though, parting the crowd so he can return to my side. He likes to be within arm’s reach, just in case I need him. And I admit it makes me feel better having him near.
The food is delicious and we all have a wonderful time eating and laughing and playing silly games. Everyone congratulates me, while my best friend beams by my side with a protective hand on my baby bump. Surrounded by so many well-wishers, I realize that it doesn’t matter how I got here—neither do the circumstances surrounding my unplanned pregnancy. I’m loved, and my little girl is loved too.
When Evan steps away to get me another bottle of water, I find myself alone with Cici. “So,” she begins, rocking back on her heels. “What’s going on between you two?”
Seriously? This again?
I sigh, trying not to be annoyed with my friend. “I’ve told you. Nothing is going on. We’re just friends.”
“Pfft. Friends my ass.” She snorts. “That man hasn’t taken his eyes off you this whole time.”
“He’s always like that. Been that way since we were kids. He’s just protective—that’s all.” I feel like a broken record, because I know I’ve told her this before.
I glance at Evan across the room, next to the buffet table, talking to Miles. When his gaze lands on mine, his full lips part into his signature charming smile, the one that reaches his eyes and shows the slight dimple in his right cheek. Man, he’s hot.
Not now, hormones! Keep your panties on!
“Look at you,” she scolds, and brings my attention back to our conversation. “You have hearts in your eyes.”
“I do not. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Oh, am I?” Cici lifts her eyebrows and catches me staring at Evan again. “I’m just saying, Abby. It’s not a good idea to live with the guy if you’re not ready to admit that you want more. Because I’m pretty damn sure that he does.”
I’m still staring at him while he ignores Miles’s disapproving expression before strolling over to me.
“He doesn’t, Cici. He’s fine with things the way they are,” I say, but my voice lacks conviction. God, what would she say if she knew we were having sex too? She’d probably tattle on me to my mom.
But… is he fine with things the way they are?
He promises he is, and he hasn’t said anything otherwise. I know I’m starting to feel more than just friendship toward him, but I chalk it up to hormones and the constant proximity. I refuse to allow my heart to feel hope that this could be something more than it is, because I’ll only end up crushed when it isn’t.
Cici doesn’t say anything else, and someone calls her away just as Evan approaches with my water. I take a moment to appreciate how sexy he looks in jeans and a fitted black Henley shirt. I picked it out last night after we took a shower together.
Heat stirs in my belly as sordid memories come flooding back. I’ve gained some weight over the last six months, but Evan had no problem lifting me up and fucking me against the tiles. It was spontaneous and erotic. I mean, how could I say no when a hot naked man offers to wash my hair for me?
“What are you thinking about, Sunshine?” He removes the lid from the bottle before handing it to me, but the smirk on his face tells me that he has a pretty good idea as to what’s going on in my head.
“I’m not thinking about anything,” I lie with a coy smile while batting my eyelashes.
“Hmm… I guess I should fix that, huh?” Mischief shimmers in Evan’s eyes as he grabs my hand and tugs me along behind him. He glances around the room to see who might be watching, and when he’s confident the coast is clear, he pulls me down a deserted hallway that leads to the back of the building.
We reach a large empty conference room and he guides me inside before quietly shutting the door behind us. “Small businesses rent this space sometimes,” he explains as he locks the door.
“Do you have business to attend to, sir?” I feign innocence as wetness pools between my legs.
“ Very important business.”
He drags my body flush against his, crashing his mouth to mine while his rough hands skate across my skin beneath my dress. This man is obsessed with my ass, so I’m not surprised when he slides his palms over my hips and grabs two handfuls of my pillowy flesh.
As soon as he touches my bare flesh, his dark eyes pop open and he breaks our kiss with a wicked grin. “You naughty girl. Prancing around a party with no panties. Tsk, tsk, tsk .”
My only response is a warm heat that rises to the surface of my skin on my neck and face.
His eyes flash with desire. Then he walks us to the massive table in the center of the room. I rise on the balls of my feet to kiss him, but he sets me on the cold surface and presses on my chest until I’m lying on my back. Dragging my ass to the edge, Evan lifts the skirt of my dress, exposing my naked, wet pussy before throwing my legs over his broad shoulders.
My body trembles when he strokes my glistening slit with the tip of his index finger. “Better keep quiet, Sunshine,” he warns. “Unless you want everyone to hear how I make you come with my dick.”
I bite my lip and groan, but nod my compliance. The thrill of getting caught sends a current of electricity through my veins, and I grip the side of the table as I wait with heated anticipation.
He teases my entrance, plunging two fingers deep inside me. Curling them in a come-hither motion over the sensitive spot that has my back arching off the table.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear, his voice full of lust. “Have you been thinking about this all day too? About me fucking you senseless while everyone enjoys themselves outside?”
I moan and nod, trying to rock against his hand, but he holds me down with his forearm, teasing me mercilessly. My pussy clenches, my orgasm building and threatening to explode.
Evan chuckles and withdraws his fingers. I whine at the sudden emptiness until I feel the tip of his hard cock pressing against my core. “Ready for me, baby?”
“I need you,” I gasp, and he slides himself inside me. Inch by slow, delicious inch.
Once he’s fully seated, we both groan in unison. “Goddamn,” he grunts, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from slamming into me too hard. “Always so fucking tight.”
I whimper and my fingertips dig into his flesh as he starts to move. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as impatience takes over any sense of self-preservation we might have had. Panting and moaning fill the room, alongside the slap of our skin, as Evan slams into me relentlessly. The more I stifle my sounds, the wetter I get, and soon it’s a lost cause.
He pulls out and lifts me off the table, the cold air against my heated skin sending goose bumps up my arms as he spins me around and bends me over. Then he slides back inside me with one swift thrust that has me crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He doesn’t stop, though; instead, he grips my hips and starts fucking me even harder. My hands ball into fists on the polished wooden surface as we move together.
“Fuck,” he groans, his breathing ragged in my ear. “I’m so close...”
“Me too,” I moan, my nails clawing at nothing as I feel my orgasm barreling toward me.
With a final, hard thrust, Evan buries himself deep inside me, filling me with his hot cum as we both fall apart. He collapses over my back, his chest heaving against me while we catch our breaths.
“That was...” I start to say, but Evan places a finger over my lips.
“Shh,” he whispers with a smirk. “I’m not done with you yet.”