Chapter 7
Beau
I find her on the back porch, curled up in a giant wool blanket with her hand wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. I sit next to her, sliding under the blanket and she buries into my side without a second thought.
My eyes trail over the backyard, the sun rising just over the tree canopy and turning the snowy landscape a glistening gold. Birds chirp excitedly in the chill, morning air.
“There’s something peaceful about being surrounded by Mother Nature,” Kayla whispers, as if to not disturb the scene.
I rub my hand down her leg that’s folded up on the large bench cushion. “Look, I love modern technology, but I don’t rebuke the ones who say we should be one with nature. They are onto something.”
She laughs. “Yeah, you think? You believe in all types of stuff like connecting with consciousness and spirit?”
I shrug. “Yeah, why not? Makes much more sense to me than anything else.”
When she doesn’t answer, I let us sit in silence for a few moments before asking, “What are you doing up so early?”
She sighs. “Spoke with my mom, asked how Theo’s night was. They say, depending on if the snow is done, they might make it back this afternoon at the earliest.”
“Was it your first night away from him?”
Kayla gives me a sad smile. “Was it obvious?”
I trace a finger down her red nose. “Not necessarily, but you were pretty restless. I’m not the only reason to blame for your lack of sleep.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, it was our first night apart. It’s always been him and me. I just thought it would be a small trip with Grandma, and now it could potentially be two days. I hate this.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, honestly upset that she’s hurting. “I am a little selfish to savor this time with you. I keep imagining how it would have gone if we hadn’t been alone. I assume it would have been disastrous. I don’t have much of a poker face.”
Kayla huffs out a laugh. “No, I agree it was probably for the best.” She pauses, looking down at her hands. “It’s just like a mom thing, a constant state of anxiety. I want a break, and a break comes but I can’t stop thinking about him.”
Leaning down, I kiss her forehead. “Sounds like you're a good mom to me.”
“What about your parents? Would they be open to you popping up with a grandchild?”
I groan. “My mom will be so overjoyed that she may beg you and Theo to move in. I’m the eldest of four, and none of us has given her grandchildren. ”
Kayla smiles. “That’s nice though. Theo only has my mom and me. So a large family like that… That’s something I’ve wanted for him.”
It tugs at my heart. I clear my throat to prevent the ache from growing and causing tears. “Well, I can’t wait to introduce them. Whenever you’re ready to.”
She grimaces. “We probably—I mean, you probably should deal with Kendall first.”
“Hmm,” I say noncommittally. “Sure, but I’ve already made up my mind. I want you and Theo. What I said last night. I meant it.”
Her lips purse, and we stare at each other before she slowly unwraps the blanket from around her, sliding to the floor between my legs. My breath catches, my length hardening instantly just from the sight.
“What are you doing, baby?”
Her fingers slide up my thighs to my waistband and pull it down. My cock springs out, landing on my abdomen with a thick thud. I let out a small hiss from the chill of the morning air.
Kayla grins up at me, her dainty hand wrapping around my shaft, and I grit my teeth. Just her simple touch has my balls drawing up, ready to blow, and I nearly lose it when she leans forward.
Her tongue swirls around the ridge of my cock, and my eyes nearly roll back. She sucks me into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, and I thrust up, daring her to take more.
I look down at her with a smirk before a sharp ringing startles us both. My phone rings on the table next to us, Kendall’s name flashing on the screen. I swing my arm over to silence it, but my heart drops when her shrill voice pierces the air instead.
“Good morning, baby!”
Kayla moves to pull back, but my hand tangles into her hair, keeping her in place. Her eyes flash up to mine in fearful anger. I lick my lips, needing her to know that I want her more than her sister. That I’ll fucking hang up and block her sister if she asks me.
“Uh, morning,” I say, rocking my hips gently to push my cock deeper into Kayla’s mouth.
She hesitates for a few seconds before starting to bob up and down my length, and I have to swallow my moans. My hand slips from her hair, and Kayla takes the opportunity to stand and jet toward the door.
Scrambling to follow her, I don’t even care that my cock is swinging about as I block her from moving back inside. She glares at me, her chest rising and falling in furious pants.
“Beau!” Kendall’s voice shouts through the phone. Kayla looks around, as if she’s about to run again.
I tuck myself back into my pants and mute myself. “If you run, I’ll just follow you. Let me hang up—”
She takes off, turning and running toward the woods. Her boots dig into the inches of snow, and she’s stumbling but determined to get away from me.
I hold my phone to my ear, unmuting myself. “I’m having trouble hearing you. I think it’s a bad connection. I’ll call you back.”
Keeping my eyes on the direction she’s running as she disappears into the line of trees, I hang up, tossing the phone toward the bench. I grab the large blanket and take off after her.
“Kayla!” I shout, running after her. The crunch of snow and sticks under my feet echoes in the chilly air.
“Leave me alone!” Her dark hair whips out from behind her.
I growl, a strange anticipation coursing through my blood. “If I catch you, I’m going to throw you to the ground and fuck you.”
Kayla pauses, looking over her shoulder briefly before taking off again. The smirk that my face dons isn’t kind; adrenaline is pumping my blood straight to my hard cock.
With a predator’s instinct, I stalk toward her, gaining footing as the trees start to thicken and a clear path thins. Tiny snowflakes start to fall around us, and I curse, knowing I’ll have to get us inside in case it starts to worsen.
“Storm might get worse, Kayla!” I shout.
She stops again, turning to face me as she’s panting. “Then turn around and I’ll follow you back.”
I narrow my glare. “No. Something tells me if I get you back in that house before we’ve talked then I won’t ever get what’s really bothering you.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, and I can see the harsh swallow of her throat from here. “Your cock was in my fucking mouth and you picked up the phone!”
I shrug. “It would have been worse if I ignored her. I was going to get off really fast.”
Kayla scoffs. “Yeah, I bet you were.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “Not like that. I meant off the phone.”
She sniffs, looking away from me. “It was just incredibly disrespectful, and a stark reminder that we shouldn’t be doing this. I wanted space to get my thoughts in order and you wouldn’t let me leave.”
“Because you’re the one I want! I don’t give a shit she called me, I only want you.”
Kayla’s shoulders slump. “She’s your wife.”
“And if I could take it back, I would. In a fucking heartbeat. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same. If you’d found me when you were pregnant with Theo, that would have been us. Hell, I didn’t even fucking date for two years because I was so hung up on you.”
She’s shaking her head before I even finish. “No, no. It doesn’t matter. You got married.”
“And I’m leaving her. I want you and Theo.”
Kayla stares at me, eyes watering. I can see the determination on her face to end us already. I toss the blanket on the ground. She flinches as it lands before her, her gaze widening at the growing bulge in my sweatpants.
We have something to finish. She makes a move to dart past me, but I leap at her, wrapping my arms around her waist, then pulling us onto the ground. We both grunt at the impact, and I roll her onto her back, enough of it covered from the cold, wet ground by the scrunched blanket.
She swats at me. “Let me go!”
I grab her wrists, slamming them above her head as I lean into her face.
“Never,” I snarl. “I already made that mistake once, and believe me, I fucking learned from it.”
Her mouth parts in awe, but I ignore her to push down her leggings. She lifts one knee so I can pull it off one of her legs before I shove my pants down and fist my hard cock, lining myself up at her entrance.
One solid stroke, then I bury my whole length in her warm, tight channel. Kayla moans, her hands dropping to claw at my shoulders. I grab her arms, slamming them into the ground as I rut into her. It’s rough, a little animalistic, but I don’t care.
She’s just as wild under me, cries spilling from her mouth, her body rocking against mine as I shove my cock harder and harder into her.
I grunt, willing her body to open farther for me. I need more, I need to be deeper inside her. To push my cum directly into her womb, plant my baby so my claim on her is undeniable.
“Oh fuck,” Kayla screams, her body trembling as her cunt flutters around me. The tight hole squeezes me over and over, practically begging me to give her what she wants.
I succumb to the demand, thrusting once more and keeping myself buried as I unleash my load. It almost hurts, how hard my cock pumps wave after wave of my cum inside her. I catch myself from collapsing on her, shifting us onto our sides while we catch our breath.