“It’s so good.” She lifts her hips, causing my still hard cock to slip more into her. It’s then I realize that I don’t have a condom on. I don’t even have a fucking condom. “I need more. I still ache,” she begs, interrupting my inner thoughts.
My mind can only think about giving her what she needs. I push more inside of her. I swear she gets tighter by the second, even being as wet as she is. She lets out a gasp, her eyes going wide as I stretch her out. I stop. Something is different. My throat goes tight with an emotion that I can’t explain. She’s so tight I almost think she’s a virgin but that doesn’t make sense with how forward she was in the bar.
“Amelia?” I breathe out her name, trying to keep myself from moving. As much as I want to keep going, I care more if she’s hurting. I need her to want this. To enjoy what I’m doing to her body. To want me to give her the pleasure she deserves.
“Don’t stop.” She slides her hands up my back and around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. I make love to her mouth. She wiggles under me and I know what she wants so I move. The pleasure begins building quickly. My balls draw tight, wanting to come again deep inside her, but I need her to come first. I reach down, grabbing ahold of her hips, angling her better to hit her where she needs it the most. She lets out the sexiest of moans as her pussy locks down around me. Her orgasm grips my cock like a vise as her long legs wrap around me.
I come with her, pouring everything I have into her. I kiss her again as I roll us. Her small body comes to rest on top of mine. I’m far from done with her. My cock jerks as she places kisses on my chest before resting her head there. Her breathing slows and within seconds she’s asleep. I wrap my arms around her, holding her, knowing she’s my forever.
I should have held on tighter.
1
Amelia
3 months later
I sit up on the sofa, my eyes still groggy when I hear a key enter my lock. I know who it is. I just had no idea she was coming over. A second later my door flies open, revealing Mia. She’s trying to glare at me but it fails because, like always, Mia is smiling while she does it.
The girl lights up a room by only being in it. It’s how she’s always been. It’s also why she sucked at her last job. Being a debt collector doesn’t work so well when the debt holder can talk the collector into paying the bill for them. Now she has a husband who is giving her the dream she always wanted. A family of her own.
“You haven't responded to my texts!” She stomps into my small apartment.
“You’re the one who moved across town,” I accuse. She used to live next door. I let out a long yawn. All I want to do now is sleep. Hell, that's all I do. Sleep and work. Sleep and work. I, too, hate my job as a debt collector, calling people all day to get them to pay for their crap, but I am really good at it. We get a cut of what we collect and it’s looking like I’m going to need every penny I can get.
“You can’t just text me that you're pregnant and then not respond when I call and text you back.” Max follows her into my place, shutting the door behind him. I don’t miss the giant bodyguard that lingers behind him. I know what that means. Max doesn’t plan on staying but my best friend Mia is going to be here for a while. Max won’t let Mia stay anywhere without a guard if he’s not with her. Not that I blame him. The man is richer than God.
A few months ago I would have said he was my type but that no longer interests me. I used to be shallow and I only dated rich men because I knew that they’d be able to provide for me in the long run. I am a product of my childhood.
I never felt safe and secure growing up and I am always looking for that in my adult life. I have chased that feeling for years because I know all too well what it is like to fall. To be poor and to go without. Now everything has changed. I wouldn’t want my child to do the same. They should find love in life.
It’s crazy how two lines on a stick can flip your entire perspective on what matters in life. Yet, that's exactly what seeing them did for me. It made me realize that for so long I’d been focused on the wrong things. Life is about being happy. Mia shows me that, too. I want something like she and Max have.
Someone who would do anything for you. Love you unconditionally. I couldn’t get Ethan out of my head either. That was before I knew I was going to have his baby. I wanted him even if he hadn’t been what I’d always gone for. It wasn’t only those two lines on that test. It was the feeling he provoked inside of me. I’d never felt that with someone before. When he touched me that night I felt special. I felt like he needed me.
“I fell asleep.” Mia plops down on the sofa next to me.
“I do that too. Random cat naps. They come out of nowhere.” She wiggles in her seat, biting her lip, and I know she wants to say something that she knows I’m not going to like. I can read Mia like a book. The girl wears all of her emotions on her sleeve. Thank God she found a man like Max, who makes it his sole mission in life to protect all of those emotions and make sure no one can take advantage of her. He is a good man.
He’s also one of the few rich men who doesn't fall into the asshole category. I’d know. I’ve dated more rich assholes than I want to admit. They were all the same, self-centered, egotistic and they wanted you until they no longer did. I have to say that I usually left before any of them could kick me to the curb because that’s how I protected myself.
You would think that with all of the guys I’ve dated that I would have lost my virginity a long time ago but I could never bring myself to give that part of me to anyone. It was as though something deep inside of me wanted me to save it. To not give it up to some asshole. Now, I have no idea who I really gave it up to except a name. He made it a night I’ll never forget. Even without having knocked me up.
“Say it.”
“Why can’t you come live next to us?” she blurts out. I start to respond but she’s already talking again. “Please! Max owns the whole street. He doesn't care. Do you?” We both look over at Max, who is standing there watching us.
“I do care.” His face is serious.
“What?” Mia snips at him, shocked.
“I care because I want her to come live next door because it will please my wife.”
Mia’s narrowed eyes on him turn all happy and hearts practically dance over her head.
“Can I deal with one thing at a time?” I’m still trying to wrap my mind around being pregnant. How is this possible? I spent one night with him. A man who I lost my virginity to without even knowing his last first. I only figured it out when I slipped from the hotel bed in the early morning and went through his wallet. I didn't want to wake him but I couldn't leave without a clue to who he was, so I took a peek. That turned into me stealing his ID. I wanted something of him to take with me. I had no idea how much I really took.
“You’re right.” She pops up from the chair and walks over to Max, who pulls her into his arms, kissing her. Then he leans down and kisses her stomach on the small bump you can’t really see yet. “I’ll text you later. We gotta do girl stuff.”
“I know, angel.” He gives her another kiss. “I’m leaving Smith. He can take you anywhere you need,” he says as if we don’t already know his driver is going to do that.