Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(9)
“So, Kate’s the one I have to thank for those walking fantasies. My God, woman, you drove me wild walking around before bed and in the morning in one of my shirts—unwashed too, so covered in my scent—and colorful cotton panties.” I pulled her so she straddled me as my cock became rock hard at the image. She wiggled and grinned up at me. “You have no fucking idea how on the one hand, I was bloody thankful Jamie was moving out so I wouldn’t have to see you like that every weekend, and annoyed that he was moving out because I wouldn’t get to see that every weekend.” I ground her down on my now aching cock, thankful I wore lose shorts. Her cheeky smirk had me diving for her lips and melding our mouths in a kiss that showed her just what I wanted to do to her.
The grumble of Hannah’s stomach had me reluctantly easing away. “Let’s get you fed. If you’re sick at night, we need to get as many nutrients as we can into you during the day.” I moved to the edge of sofa and helped her up before standing myself, grabbing her hand and taking her to the kitchen.
“Speaking of being sick, can you take me to my doctor for a noon appointment?”
“Sure. Is this about the baby?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I’ve decided to use my private health fund. I pay for it, so I’m using it instead of going public.”
I brought her hand up and kissed her knuckles. “Sounds good. I can pay any excess.”
She shrugged and turned her back on me. “We’ll see.”
Oh, we would. I would help Hannah. She would learn very quickly that this was my baby too, and she wasn’t alone. She would never be alone again.
HANNAH
I WAS SURPRISED TO FIND I didn't have any sickness, that night while spending time with Adam. I wondered if it had something to do with the sexy man I was currently snuggled against, rubbing soothing circles up and down my arm. We sat binge watching Marvel shows on Netflix. I liked that I could sit and relax with Adam, that we didn’t have to be talking or going out to dinner. I loved that we could just be.
“You’re not sick tonight?” His quiet voice near my ear sent a shiver down my spine. His voice was so deep and masculine.
Tilting my head, I met his curious gaze. “No. It’s a nice change to the last couple of weeks.” I laid my head back against his chest, and sighed in contentment.
His hand moved to my back and I moaned as his soft touch had my body easing any lingering feeling of morning, er night time sickness. My eyes drifted shut, not only enjoying just being in his embrace, but feeling better.
“You falling asleep on me?” A soft kiss was placed on my neck and then another.
“Mmm, yes. Talk to me and I will. I love listening to you.”
I squeaked when arms slipped down and hooked under my legs and he brought me to him in a cradle hold before moving to the edge of the sofa and easing off still holding me safely in his embrace. “Let’s get you to bed.”
I didn’t bother arguing, I was already in my pajamas, which was one of his old shirts and boxer shorts. He took me to my room and gently laid me on the bed. I wasn’t ready for him leave yet, so I grabbed him and yanked him to me before he even had a chance to get away. “Stay.” I knew he couldn’t stay the night, not with Jamie still not knowing, but I wanted him to stay at least until I fell asleep. I wanted to breathe in his outdoorsy scent; knowing he was with me and it wasn’t a dream.
“I really should go.” He darted a look at my bedroom door and back at me a couple of times, his lips set in a firm line. I could tell he didn’t want to go, but at the same time didn’t want to stay. He had a little under two hours or so before Jamie came home, and I wondered if he was indecisive because of that. Did he not want Jamie to see us together yet? Maybe I was overthinking it, and he wanted to just get home so he could get a good night’s sleep, and be up early for work. Telling Jamie was something I would ask him about tomorrow.
I stared up at him and pouted my lips and put what I hoped looked like a pleading look in my gaze. I try begging first before I let him go. “Please. Just for an hour or so. Please.”
The softening of his face, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the smirk he sent me, let me know I’d won. “Okay. What do you want to do, snuggle? Or do you want me to read to you?”
Wiggling with excitement I beamed up at him. “Do you even need to ask? My book is in the top draw of my bedside." His deep, raspy chuckle settled over me and right then as I watched him get my book, reposition himself so I laid against him snuggling under the covers while he laid on the top, I knew that I’d found my home. When he started reading to me I remembered one of the reasons I fell for him. I loved his voice. It was amazing, deep and masculine and I could listen to him for hours. I drifted off to his soothing tones and knew it didn’t get any better than this.
I SHOULD HAVE MADE ADAM sweat more yesterday. I gave in to him way too easily. He should have groveled a little. I blamed it on the sex, and my worry that he would be angry with me for being pregnant. His reading to me until I fell asleep was a huge get out of anything card. I loved his voice. I still worried, though, that he wasn’t happy. I didn't want him to think I'd trapped him, just when he was getting his freedom back. He’d missed out on being a teenager because he became a parent. He was now starting over, but this time, when most men were winding down in life. He didn’t look like he was thirty-four, he looked much younger. His outdoor work, and the way he looked after himself added to his appeal. His sculpted body brought me to my knees, and it was what I blamed him getting away with me forgetting my anger at him, and fucking him in the shower. Well mostly, but really, I knew I just had no self-control around him. I always caved with Adam to even the tiniest things, like food, movies, who paid for things, coming to family nights and events like Christmas, New Year's Eve, and birthdays. The one and only thing he didn’t win on was teaching me how to drive. I had put my foot down on that. It was probably why I was still on my L (learners) because I didn’t have the money to pay for the sixty plus hours needed to pass my learners and go on to my P plates.