Being Their Baby (11 page)

She frowned and looked at Sophie. She stifled a pouting noise. “What about Josh?” she asked. “Could he watch her for a second?”

“He went to work, and he’s not back. He probably found a naughty nurse he can play doctor with,” he replied casually. He looked at Liz and smirked. “Besides, I want to go to work on you for more than a
second
. I’ll tell you what—this account was big, so I think tomorrow we can plan on being together all night with champagne, strawberries, and a whole lot of nudity. I will romance you like nobody’s business, woman.” He shrugged. “Perhaps I’ll get you a diamond as big as your face. Maybe then it will distract you into saying yes when I ask you to marry me again.”

“Well, you can try that ploy, honey,” Liz replied, “but if you fail in getting a ‘yes’ out of me, I’m keeping that diamond.” She affectionately stroked his earlobe, because she knew he liked that, and then she sauntered toward her bedroom. “Help me with the caterpillar?”

She was taking off her jacket and putting her briefcase and purse down when he came in with Sophie bundled in his arms. “Where do you want me to park the brat?” Charlie asked her.

Elizabeth pointed toward the bed. “Over there somewhere,” and then she took her high heels off.

She watched as Charlie carefully bent to pull down the covers, set Sophie on the bed, and then unrolled her from her blanket cocoon. Sophie did wake sometime during this, but she just rolled over and grumbled sleepily, “I wanna cupcake.”

Charlie smiled. “A cupcake, huh?” he asked, untying her sneakers’ laces.

Dozily, Sophie informed him, “I have to save the world with… cupcakes.”

He pulled her shoes gently off her petite little feet, cooing, “That’s nice.”

Sophie mentioned something else about the cupcake plan, but it wasn’t intelligible from where Elizabeth stood watching the two. Charlie set the shoes next to the bed on the floor, then pulled up the covers up to Sophie’s chin and took her hair carefully out of her ponytail.

She pulled off her pantyhose as Charlie folded the extra blanket and put it on top of Sophie’s feet. “Is she back asleep?” Elizabeth asked him quietly.

“I don’t think she ever really woke up,” he replied, glancing at the girl on the bed before he walked over to Liz. “Goodnight, honey,” he told her, leaning in for a kiss.

Liz planned to only return the kiss, but as soon as their lips met, she found she couldn’t deny the fact that his caring so sweetly for Sophie had made Liz more aroused than what she would tolerate. She wrapped her arms around his neck, teased his tongue, and nibbled on his lips, excited when he tugged at her blouse’s buttons.

“This is a bad idea,” he growled at her, even as he shoved the blouse off her shoulders and onto the floor behind her.

“Yeah,” she admitted, helping him pull off his shirt until only his delicious upper half was visible. She nibbled on his collarbone hungrily as Charlie found the zipper at the back of her skirt.

She grabbed his waist, scratching him slightly with her fingernails, and then moved down his chest, kissing as she went, until she was on her knees. She grinned mischievously as she unzipped his pants and slid them down, rubbing her lips against his hard member, which was trying its best to escape from his navy-blue boxer-briefs.

Charlie sucked in a quiet, excited breath, and she pulled down his underwear. His cock swung up against his lower belly, and she gazed at it. When he stepped out of his clothes, she came up, licking his full, tight balls with her tongue. His cock twitched with tension. She carefully massaged his balls with her hand as she let her tongue trail higher, tracing the bottom of his cock until she worked her way to his head. He was already leaking pre-cum from the very tip. She tasted him, then felt his fingers glide through her hair and unravel the bun in her hair until her hair fell to the back of her shoulders.

When she felt him grab onto her hair and start directing her movements, she pulled back. “I don’t think so, big boy,” she warned playfully.

“You are such a fucking tease,” he growled, then bent down and picked her up with a caveman grunt into his arms.

“Charlie!” Liz hissed. “You’re gonna wake up Sophia!”

“Then you shouldn’t have seduced me and then tried to tease me to death,” he replied before putting her down on the far side of the bed, which was still a meter away from Sophie, and quickly relieved Liz of her bra and panties before he climbed on top of her and put his mouth on her nipples.

“Ohh!” she moaned, then stifled herself quickly, and glanced over at Sophie, who was snuggled comfortably against her pillow a couple feet away. “Charlie, we—oh!—we shouldn’t!” Even as she said that, she parted her thighs more. He stayed where he was, playing and biting her nipples, and when she was on the cusp of coming anyway, he moved his lips back to hers, rolled his hips up, and entered her strongly.

Liz couldn’t remember the last time they had actually made
love
, but it was becoming more lovemaking and less hard fucking by the second. They kissed like high schoolers as they ground against each other in equal rhythm. He gripped her breasts in his palm, savoring every movement.

They were both quiet, careful to keep their moans to a bare minimum and their thrusts from being too wild. Every move was measured to keep the bed from jerking or vibrating too much.

Elizabeth found herself coming, and then coming again, curling her legs around Charlie’s hips and nearly whimpering with pleasure and satisfaction as he continued to plunge into her pussy, filling her perfectly over and over.

He fucked with vigor for what seemed like forever, and to the point where her eyes were rolling back with overwhelming desire, but then he kissed her harder than ever, his body tensing. She could feel his cock violently pulse within her, and even the feeling of his hot cum flowing into her canal.

He heaved an exhausted breath and nuzzled her neck with his nose for a moment before he lifted his head back up and stroked his fingers through her hair. “God, I love you,” he rasped, still inside of her.

She was full of emotion for him; it had been awhile since they were this intimate. “I love you, too.” She drew her fingers up to her face and kissed him again until he dropped to her side. She snuggled up to him, stroking her fingers down and up his chest.

“Why do you want to marry me?” she asked when he yawned wearily.

He in took a sharp breath, sounding surprised that she’d asked. Her question probably seemed very out of nowhere to him; but she had been pondering it a lot lately.

She continued, “We’ve always been happy together as it is… We never said anything about exclusivity. We’ve tried that; we know it doesn’t work.”

He replied calmly, “It’s not about exclusivity. I don’t care about exclusivity. I want to take you to a restaurant or board an airplane, or a million little things, and I want them to look at our last names and have them be the same. Make them know that we’re a package deal. I want to go places and talk about how proud I am of my
wife
. I want everyone we meet to realize there’s a connection between us, that we’re family, and we’re forever.”

Elizabeth grinned. Charlie could be so sweet, yet always possessive. She had to watch out for that. She kissed his chest, heard him rumble with pleasure, and then she fell asleep on him as he stroked her hair.

Chapter Six

Sophie hadn’t quite gotten used to waking up in a nice room and on top of an expensive mattress; sometimes she woke up with a start. Other times she’d wake up, unable to go back to sleep, and then would watch television until morning.

This morning, it wasn’t too long before she remembered that some strange turn of fate made it so Elizabeth Button was her girlfriend, and this morning one of the woman’s slender arms was draped around her side and spooning Sophie to her body.

She smiled and snuggled herself closer to Liz, listing all the things she liked about her, which was everything, including her smell, her softness, her kisses, her…

“Money,

Get away…

You get a good job with good pay and you’re okay…”

Sophie’s eyes widened at the random music playing right next to her head.

“Money,

It’s a gas…

Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash…”

She raised her head and saw a little black cellphone on the nightstand next to her. In the next second she heard a deep, rumbling groan and rustling of the sheets behind her.

“New car, caviar, four-star daydream…”

A strong, muscular, bare arm reached across Liz and Sophie until it the fingers attached to that arm blindly felt for the phone as it sang,
“Think I’ll buy me a football team.”

The phone snapped backwards and she heard Charlie’s low voice grumble sleepily, “Mmm’ello?”

Sophie tensed, but stayed still as Charlie grumbled about how he’d never commentate for a Cleveland game if his life depended on it.

She didn’t want to just lie there, and she certainly wouldn’t have at all if Elizabeth wasn’t stroking her upper arm soothingly, as if trying to keep her calm.

Eventually, right around the time Charlie was explaining why he’d actually make commentary on the Oregon game on Saturday if he had to, Sophie kicked her legs to get herself scooting toward the edge of the bed, and then she fell off onto the floor.

She picked herself up, looked at both of them, realized that Elizabeth was quite naked, and, seeing how Charlie’s leg was sticking out of the covers, that he was too. Then Sophie realized that she was the only one fully dressed, except for her shoes.

They’d had sex in the same bed where she was sleeping! Somehow that wasn’t even gross… it was just insulting.

“
Sophie
!” Elizabeth hissed in a whisper, so not to be heard over Charlie’s phone call.

Sophie glared at Liz, grabbed her shoes, and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

She loved having doors everywhere to slam. Sophie’s past was filled entirely with a strange lacking of them. Now that they were everywhere, she liked to do it often to illustrate her feelings on certain matters—like how it felt to have one’s girlfriend wake up naked with someone else. Apparently, they thought it would be all fun and games to have sex with Sophie right there in the room with them.

Elizabeth’s room was on the main floor, so it didn’t take long before Sophie turned the corner and ran into Josh, who looked like he had showered very recently because his t-shirt was stuck to his body. Men, on the whole, apparently thought themselves too good for towels.

“Hey, Soph!” he said, pouring himself a mug full of coffee. “How you doing this morning, bunny? How’s your mouth?”

“Horrible,” she replied grumpily, doing her best to sound normal despite her tongue still feeling quite numb. The word still came out, ‘
Howwible
.’

Josh smiled, as he was wont to do at most times, even when it wasn’t very appropriate. “Let me make you some breakfast or something. Can you chew a little? At least on one side?”

“I’ll never eat again,” she declared, and with that comment, which she hoped he’d find mysterious, she continued her trek up to her bedroom and pretended she didn’t hear Liz call, “Sophia!” from downstairs. She walked into her shower and turned it on, drowning out all noise.

Sometime between shampoos, which she did several times in attempt to waste the entire house’s hot water to punish the dirty birds downstairs, she recalled having heard some of the sex play in her hazy, drug-induced memories.

Charlie had fed her a milkshake, claimed that the microwave was the Blu-Ray player, kept her from solid foods, and made her watch the sports channel until she fell asleep. Then there was something about cupcakes and the end of the world…

Maybe that was all a dream. What she was sure wasn’t, however, was this image she had in her mind of Charlie posed over Elizabeth, both of them looking adoringly at each other, and his claiming love for her. Then they talked about marriage slightly and then something else about cupcakes.

Sophie hummed with annoyance. That didn’t sound right. The sex must have happened though, because they were in the bed, and they were naked. Of course, Sophie wasn’t stupid. She knew Elizabeth was having sex with at least one of the men about four times a week, either with Josh or Charlie, but she hadn’t ever snuck a session in Sophie’s presence before.

When she was showered and had run out of reasons to cloister herself in the bathroom, she slowly opened the door to her bedroom, half-expecting Liz to be there, wanting to talk, or to spank her, or something else unpleasant.

Liz had been in there; she noticed because she’d picked up the clothes Sophie had shed on the way to the shower and put them in the hamper. She had also laid out her clothes for that day on the bed, which was something Liz couldn’t seem to help herself from doing.

Yes, indeed; at eighteen, Sophie found herself far more cared-for than she was when she was two.

She sighed at the selection—another skirt. She frowned.
Always skirts
.

She put on her shirt and sweater and was trying to figure out which side could be considered the skirt’s front when there was a gentle knock on the door.

She raised an eyebrow to leer at the door. “Yeah?” she asked, knowing it couldn’t possibly be Elizabeth, because she’d just walk in
while
she was knocking. Knocking for Elizabeth wasn’t so much asking for permission as it was an announcement.

The door cracked open. “It’s me, Josh. Can I come in?”

She pulled on her skirt and tugged it up to her waist. “I suppose,” she replied, and Josh pushed the door the rest of the way open, came in, and closed it behind him.

He stood next to the door awkwardly, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his loose-fitting jeans. “I heard what happened,” Josh told her, and then he rushed to clarify, “you know… This morning when you probably figured out what they were doing last night.”