Chapter 7
Liam
I have a million questions, but none of them matter now because I’m balls deep inside her virgin pussy about to breed. Fuck, I should be pissed, but I’m the farthest thing from mad. A sense of pride, pumped-up ego, and relief that I’m not alone in this hit me all at once. I’m doing my best not to nut, but fuck, her warm womb is constricting around me. My rhythm picks up double-time, pumping long hard strokes into her tight little heat. Her walls clench around my cock, and my balls rise up.
Looking into her eyes, I see her desire, and it’s fucking me all up. I’m going to marry her, and that makes the urge to come all the greater. I yank my eyes away from her lustful gaze and move them down to stare between us where we’re connected. I see my dick covered in her virgin blood, and I do my best to hang on. I’m about to come, but I need my future wife to come with me. My hands and mouth move all over her breasts. With her taut nipple in my mouth, I scrape my teeth along the stiffened peak. Her tits are so perfect and heavy. I could suck on them all day long. She arches and then I feel her core contract, pulling my cum from my balls.
“You’re mine,” I roar. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she moans with her eyes closed and her head tossed back. That doesn’t work for me. I want to see her eyes as I fill her with my seed.
“Open your eyes, baby.” She does as I request. “Good, now say it.”
“I’m yours, Liam.” I kiss her hard.
“Good girl.” I swat her ass, then pull out of her tight fucking pussy. I want to stay inside her, but I need answers, and those can’t wait. I sit next to her on the bed, then lift her up to straddle me. I can feel the stickiness between us, and it’s fucking perfect.
“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”
She bites her bottom lip which I find too damn sexy. “Um…I normally work at a salon as a receptionist on the Northside. A woman, who’s a regular, came in and started talking to me. She said her ex-lover avoided talking to her so she couldn’t give him her son. She paid me three thousand dollars to bring him to you. She handed me a paternity paper that has your name on it and all. I was supposed to call her if you didn’t take him, but she didn’t answer the phone.” I sit up straighter. This is more fucked up than I thought. Someone is trying to frame me. It wasn’t a mistaken identity thing.
“She lied to you. That boy looks a lot like me, but I know he’s not my son. That I’m positive about.”
“What? I mean. Oh shit, this is worse than I expected. That’s what I get for thinking the money was a blessing. What am I supposed to do? I don’t have the finances to care for him. I’m going to have to hunt her down.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to say it is. Did the mother give you all that baby stuff?”
“I’m guessing so because I only had the baby for twenty minutes when I showed up at your office.”
“Well I have to say selfishly, I’m glad he’s not yours either. The thought of my brother knocking you up pissed me off every time I looked at you.”
“Do you think he’s your brother’s son?” she asks, at least hopeful that the boy is related. I investigated her background. She has a fucked up family but has never been known to do anything wrong. I couldn’t find anything on the baby, which now makes a ton of sense.
“It’s possible. What information do you have on the woman?” Maybe I can narrow down the possibilities. I don’t know how many women there were in his past, but he had some female friends.
“She’s gorgeous and blonde. I’d say she’s about thirty. I suppose I can get more information from the salon, but her first name is Cherry.”
A roar of anger escapes my throat. “Oh hell no.” I scoot her off me and slip on my boxers. I need my phone right away.
“Baby, did she have big boobs and a fake sounding southern accent?”
“Yes.”
“Damn it.” I thrust my hands through my hair like I always do. This isn’t good at all. The ramifications could be painful.
“So…you do remember her?” I can feel the hurt in her voice. She thinks I don’t remember a one-night stand.
“I remember her, but I wouldn’t touch that gold digging whore.” I slip on my joggers. Then I hit the number to my fucking lawyer. “Wake up.”
“What’s going on?” he stammers.
“You didn’t do a good job with that bitch Cherry. Why the fuck am I just learning that I have a little brother?” Renee gasps, clasping her hand to her mouth. I bend down and kiss her forehead. There’s a lot of explaining I’m going to have to do, but I want to know why the person supposedly in charge of her whereabouts neglected that whole little unmistakable fact.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry Liam. I can’t represent you anymore.” He hangs up on me, the fucking piece of shit.
“Are you okay?” she asks, standing up completely naked in front of me. I growl and slam my mouth to hers. I need her. Fucking hell. I’ll have to do a blood test, but the kid looks like my brother and me. And if it’s the Cherry I know, then yes Max would be my little brother.
“Yes, baby. I am. Or at least I will be.”
“What do you mean he’s your brother? She specifically said you were the father.”
“She’s a lying bitch. And I have a feeling my lawyer had something to do with it, or he’s the most incompetent motherfucker around. My father met this woman a few years back. She was one of those caregivers who hung out with old people. He wasn’t that ill where he needed one, but he met her at the hospital while getting some blood tests done. She jumped on it and pulled all the tricks the normal gold diggers do. My dad was a good-looking man, but fuck he was ancient compared to her. A little over a year of being with her, he died.”
“I’m sorry.” She brushes her hands on my chest. I halt her movement and bring them to my lips for a kiss before putting them back.
“It’s okay. The man made the choice he did. We warned him about her. So he cut us out of his life. I got the company by default, he signed it away to get a lump sum before the company landed in Chapter 11. I managed to keep it going, but our relationship was over. If we couldn’t accept her, he was done with us. He left everything to that hooker. I’m glad that he didn’t leave the company to her. It’s not like I needed his money, but he shouldn’t have put a woman above us. But he was a bastard anyway who couldn’t keep his dick out of everything with a cunt.” I push away because I’m so pissed. My mother is going to find out, and that could set her back. He made it hard for her to trust and love again.
“My mother won’t say it, but she was glad the bastard was dead. My brother and I are only two months apart in age.” Renee releases another shocked gasp, and I respond with a nod. “They were married for three years before she got pregnant with me. Then the mistress had enough when my mom was pregnant again. She confronted my mom and told her everything. A month after my mom filed for divorce, she lost the baby. The heartache was too much for her. We moved in with my grandparents, and my mother went to school while my father paid child support and alimony. When I started college, I hung out with my dad a little more because I wanted to go into business. He may have been a cheating bastard, but he was successful, or so I believed.”
“Oh goodness. I can’t imagine that. I would be broken.”
Fuck, I didn’t want to give her the impression that I was anything like him. “I’d never do that to you.” I brush my hand along her jaw. “I promise you. I haven’t been with a woman ever . I told you that he couldn’t be mine and that’s why I’m positive about it.”
“Oh.” She shakes her head in disbelief. I get that at twenty-five I should have nailed at least a dozen by now, but with a father like mine, some traits shouldn’t be passed down. “If that’s true then how come you didn’t let them boot me?”
“Because despite all rational thought…I couldn’t let you walk away from me. I’ve been fighting this from the moment I met you.”
“Wow, well I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you the truth. But I get tongue-tied when you look at me the way you do,” she confesses, biting her lip again. I growl, thinking about her tongue tied around my cock. I grind myself on her and tug her lip from her teeth, sucking on it with mine. Before I can do anything, there’s a buzz at my front door. It has to be my security.
“Put some clothes on or stay in bed. If any man sees you like this, I’ll gouge their eyes out and replace them with their nuts.” I hurry up and throw my clothes on and dash out of the room. I look through the camera. It’s security alright…and my mother and her husband. Fuck. This is going to be terrible.
“Liam, you better open this door.”
“I’m coming, Mother.” I opened it up and let her in. I know this is against my better judgment, but I can’t slam the door on her. She must have gotten wind of the media shit storm.
“Do you mind telling me what’s going on? Do I have a grandson that I don’t know about?” She storms into the condo looking around. Some of the baby’s toys are on the floor. “Where is he?” she asks, pointing to the rocker thing on the floor.
“Mom, why don’t you come sit down?” I guide them to the couch, shaking Gerald’s hand while my head of security gives me a pained sympathetic expression then leaves.
“Mom, the boy isn’t my son.” It’s the simplest way to start.
“Then why is he here?” She challenges.
“Because…damn it. Okay. Try not to be upset, but he’s…my brother.”
“What?” She paused for a moment just as Renee came from the bedroom. “Why is your dad’s whore coming out of your bedroom?” She’s on her feet about to confront my future wife.
I get in the way, stopping her from doing something irreversible. “Mother, calm down. Renee is not a whore, and she sure as hell isn’t anyone’s but mine.” I grab Renee’s hand and sit her down by my side on the opposite side of my mother as I explain the truth about Max. As I finish, tears come to my mother’s eyes. Renee lets go of my hand, and I wrap my mother in my arms for a strong hug. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. I’m sorry for her and Gerald. This probably isn’t easy for him to see her hurt over a dead man. He knows that she doesn’t pine for my father, but my father broke her spirit and her ability to see herself as worthy.
She pulls back, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief that Gerald slips into her hand. She gives him a warm, loving smile in return. “I’m sorry. I was so rude to your…” She looks for an answer to what we are.
“My fiancée.”
I see where her eyes land, and I brace myself. “I don’t see a ring on her finger,” she scolds me.
“There will be.”
“That’s better. I’m sorry that you’re burdened with your father’s baby. I know you’ll do the right thing and care for him because you’re a good man. Maybe you should get ahold of your other brother and inform him. He might like to meet him.”
“I left a message for him to call me when he returns from his mission. It’s okay. With Renee by my side, we’ll raise him better than he could have gotten with dad and his bimbo.”
“Why didn’t she just tell you about your brother? They were married after all. She could have used him for her own financial gain.” My mom knew Cherry well. Cherry took it upon herself to make sure my mom did. It was cruel, but my mother laughed the skanky broad off.
“She knew that I wouldn’t be beholden to give him shit. She had all of dad’s assets. The company wasn’t his long before he died. But there’s more I have to find out. I think she didn’t want the baby to be dad’s. There’s no denying that he could pass for my son, so I’m going to have the DNA test done and see if he really is dad’s boy. I’m sorry. I can understand…” I pause thinking about how messed up this is to her.
“Don’t do that. I had a hard time accepting being around your brother, and that was my character flaw. It’s been hard to accept that he’s the product of a longtime affair. But since I met Gerald, I learned that some things happen for a reason. I should have been nicer to your brother. It wasn’t his fault.” She smiles at me, hoping I believe her. And I do. She’s been through a lot of heartache and reevaluation of her happiness.
Whimpers come from the baby’s room. Shit. I don’t know the first thing about babies, but I’m going to learn. Even before I found out otherwise, I was willing to help be a father to her baby. Now that I know Max isn’t her baby, it makes this whole makeshift family deal a lot easier for me. I’m kind of territorial where she’s concerned.
“I have to check on him.” Renee stands up, giving out an awkward smile. Her tits bounce when she does it; I bite back a groan, then toss my gaze to my stepfather. If that fucker is looking, I’ll pound his face in. Anyone staring at my woman needs their ass knocked out.
Luckily, he wasn’t gawking. He’s holding my mother’s hand. I know he’s good for her, and they’ve been together for nearly a decade, but I don’t trust anyone with my mother. I don’t want to see her hurt again.
I take my eyes back to my precious fiancée. Renee’s beyond anything I could have ever hoped for, and I’ve been nothing but a dick. He’s my little brother. I should be the one looking after him. “I’ll come with you,” I say, jumping up from my seat.
“I suppose…since he is your brother,” she mutters, rubbing her hands together.
I grasp the back of her neck, tipping her head back and massaging her pulse. “Baby, I told you that I was going to accept him even when I was a nutcase jealous ass. I just don’t know how to take care of him.”
“I’m not much better,” she whispers, staring up at me with all her heart in her eyes.
I could drown in her gaze. I want to be alone with her. “Then we’ll learn together.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her tenderly, forgetting all those around us and deepening it until we’re breathless.
She steps back from me. “The baby.”
“Yeah, let’s do this.” I take her hand and walk to the bedroom. I get a shock when I see my mom holding onto the little man.
“Sorry. I wanted to see him. He looks so much like you when you were a baby.” I look at her, waiting for the waterworks to kick in. “I’ve forgiven your father long before he died for cheating on me and the life we lost as a family. It’s crazy, but I feel unexpectedly attached to this guy.”
“I’m sorry, mom.”
“Don’t, Liam. You’re a treasure. Even if I got a chance to do it all over again, I wouldn’t because I wouldn’t have you. Keep being the good man you are. Here. Learn to hold the little one. Soon you’ll have your own son.” She hands him to me, and I take him from under his arms.
“Thanks.” I held him to my body just like she gave him to me. He curls into me, pressing his face to my chest and releasing a sigh. My heart fucking melted. At that moment, I knew I would do everything I could to show him that he can be better than his biological father.
My mother kisses my cheek then hugs Renee and says, “Goodnight. Call me when you get everything straightened out.”