Expecting my Billionaire Stepbrother's Baby (a Stepbrother Romance Novel) (8 page)

“
W
e really doing this
?” I said.

Drake caressed my face; his fingers skirted the side of my cheeks, then he leaned in. His gorgeous lips touched mine, taking my breath away as if in answer.

It was madness – I was pregnant with his child, and we were actually considering going ahead with such a taboo relationship. We were out of our minds! What would our parents think? What would the world think?

I imagined the look on my dad’s face. Disappointment? Shame? Disgust?

Oh, god. What were we going to do?

“I don’t see any other way; I have to have you. I can’t let you go again,” Drake said while his soulful eyes gazed into mine.

I wanted to let myself fall into them, wanted to let him hold me forever, but the ever increasing feeling of panic was pushing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. Once all was said and done, once I started to consider all the craziness that us being together as a couple would cause, I started to flounder. My doubts and fears were trying to overtake me, to crush me.

Why couldn’t I embrace this moment? It was what I’d always wanted.

“What’s wrong?” asked Drake.

“What are we going to tell our parents?” I replied, my eyes wide. “How is this all going to work?” My chest felt like it was being flattened, squashed in a mechanical press that wouldn’t let me free. I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe!

Gasping for air, it was as if I were teetering on top of the highest building imaginable, where the air was thin, tiptoeing across the ledge with no safety harness.

“Sit down, I think you’re having a panic attack.”

I eased into the leather of the couch, my hands trembling. Drake took hold of them, rubbing the insides of my palms.

“Look at me,” he demanded. With effort I lifted my heavy head and took in those hazy blues, sultry greys; the eyes of the man I’d fallen for all those years ago. I remembered thinking back to the days when just a passing glance from him in the school halls would send my body into a frenzy. And now, here he was, calming me, bringing me back off the cliff purely with the power of his eyes.

I knew I’d be safe with him, that he wouldn’t ever let anything happen to me or the child I was carrying.

“Breathe,” he encouraged. “Keep your eyes on mine. That’s it.”

The thudding in my chest slowed to a trot and then to a walk.

“We’re crazy,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Drake responded. “Feel better?”

I nodded. “I don’t know what came over me. The thought of telling my dad, your mom… Not to mention, in less than nine months’ time
I’m
going to be a mom.” My mouth parted in a wide smile; I couldn’t help it. The emptiness I knew I’d always felt was suddenly gone, replaced by something incredibly amazing.

The chance to have a family was what I’d dreamed of… and I was determined not to become a carbon copy of my mother in the way she dealt with motherhood. I would stick around and love my children no matter what, I resolved.

Drake crouched down on his knees and shuffled in between my legs.

“Let’s not think about telling anyone right now, OK? And before you get any crazy notion that I want us to be a secret, you’re wrong. I want to shout it to the world, but we have to be cautious. I have to prepare things on the business end to make sure that if any press comes out about us, we’ll be financially stable.”

“Oh, god. I never even considered your work.” The thought of Drake losing his business, his name being tarnished because of our relationship plagued my anxious mind. Could this ever really work?

“Don’t you worry. Let me handle it, and whatever happens, we’ll get through it… the main thing is we’ll be together.”

“OK,” I replied, not entirely convinced, but what else could we do?

“So, your mom and my dad—” I started to ask.

“Let them get used to seeing us together first. That’s our best option right now. We’ll tell them that you’re back living with me, looking after Leah. There’s no need to rush it, we have all the time in the world.”

“I think you’re forgetting one little thing, Drake.” I ran my fingertips through his luscious crop of hair and placed my other hand protectively over my belly. Drake glanced down, and the realisation smacked him hard in the face.

“How could I forget?” he laughed. “I think I’m just as overwhelmed as you!”

He shook his head, mesmerised. “I’m going to be a dad again. I can’t think of anything more amazing.”

From the look in his eyes, I could see the businessman inside him start to take over, taking charge of the situation; the cogs were turning as he started to plan out what we needed to do next.

“Have you seen a doctor yet? What about food? Vitamins? Are you taking the right ones? Do you know how far along you are?”

I bit my lip, trying not to smile at his increasingly flustered face. I loved how concerned he was for me and the little bun.

Silencing his questions — it was my turn to calm him down — I leaned in and pressed my lips up against his, running my tongue over and into his mouth.

My eyelids fluttered as the heat between my legs began to rise. The flames of my earlier arousal had not entirely been put out.

Drake eased himself onto the couch beside me, pulling me on top of him. The muscles in his back worked as he leaned back, his head against the armrest.

Hungry for him, my hands clawed and raked his bare chest. I sucked on his bottom lip, drawing him into my hot mouth and giving him a playful nibble.

As I lay in between his legs, my full weight pressing down on him, I no longer felt any embarrassment. Drake wanted me for who I was, no matter what shape or size, and it gave me the confidence I needed.

Pressing against my thigh, his cock swelled through his grey suit trousers. I wiggled and brushed my leg up against him harder.

“Shit, Vi,” he moaned.

“You like that?” I responded, eager to please him.

He growled again, and I moved my hand upon his shaft, grasping through the material, palming for his cock.

“I think you missed me. Now where were we?” I whispered, and with a devilish smile slipped farther down his torso, regretfully removing my hand in order to work on the buckle of his belt.

Managing to undo the clasp and zipping down his fly, I found Drake’s cock almost within my reach.

Unable to help himself, as I was obviously going too slowly for his liking, Drake dug his hand in and brought himself out, presenting it to me; the head of his plush, enlarged cock appeared first, the presence of precum glistening on top.

His shaft was thicker than I remembered it, but that wasn’t why I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. His bulbous head was a violent pink, glowing before my eyes, irresistible.

It’d been a very long time since I’d given someone a blowjob, and I hoped I could remember how.

My mouth watered at the thought. For a second our eyes met, and I blushed, knowing full well what I was about to do.

My hand was full of cock, fingers wrapped around the trunk of his shaft, the tips of my fingers barely meeting. With a wet tongue I explored the sides. Drake moaned, and his head fell back against the armrest.

Feeling a little bit braver, I slipped the meaty part of my tongue over the head of his cock, lapping up and tasting his saltiness. His musk was driving me wild.

My taste buds awakened, and juices burst forth from my mouth onto him, dripping down his shaft as my knickers filled with excitement. Everything about this was so naughty, but I no longer cared. I wanted to embrace every second, wanted to please him and never look back.

Widening my mouth, getting ready to take him in, I swirled my tongue around my lips, moistening them in preparation. He was big, and it would be a stretch, but I wanted him to fill me.

With a hurried breath, I felt his cock bumping against my lips, and with every inch he entered me I only wanted more.

The skin of his cock was deliciously silky; I hardly noticed the pulsing veins that ran the length of his manhood. As I bobbed down, taking more of him in, my tongue fighting for space, he ran his fingers through my hair like a comb, finally lacing them behind my head.

I followed his lead as he gently moved my head back and forth, letting his cock disappear into my mouth then reappear as if in a magic trick.

Sucking in on the top stroke, I swirled my tongue around his bulbous head and let my fingers explore the base of his shaft, moving slowing to cup his balls.

“God, I love fucking your mouth. That’s it,” he hissed, “Gently suck… Fuck me,” he exclaimed.

Unable to speak, I lightly hummed instead in response. That seemed to drive him wilder, and I did it again.

His hips started to thrust incrementally harder, filling my mouth even more.

“Keep doing that,” Drake moaned.

I felt the sting at the corners of my eyes, but I wouldn’t consider stopping. Pain and pleasure mingled together till I couldn’t tell them apart. My pussy pulsed in tandem; I never thought I could get off on such a thing, but the feeling between my legs was rapidly building to an unstoppable explosion.

I tensed my thighs together, squeezing, encouraging and pressing down upon the swelling. Drake released a hand from my head and massaged my tender breast, easing the heavy weight out of my bra. His thumb and forefinger sought after my erect nipple, rubbing it hard. Then he pinched the nub, causing me to growl as his cock simultaneously filled my mouth again.

Daring myself, I peered up at him, and our eyes locked.

“You look so hot with my cock in your mouth,” he growled. His nostrils flared, and his mouth clamped shut. The dusting of stubble lining his beautiful face started to dance as he clenched his jaw.

I sucked harder. I was barely able to breathe; my heart thudded like an out of control mechanical drum, the Energizer Bunny gone mad.

Drake shut his eyes and pressed on my exposed nipple again, this time sending a jolt down to my nether regions. It was as if he’d lit the fuse of a stick of dynamite; I sizzled and started to tingle all over as the heat between my legs became intense.

Drake’s feverish desire took over, and with one last buck of his hips, his hands clamped upon my breast and clawed at my head. His seed burst within me, hitting the back of my throat.

Swallowing, I squeezed my legs shut again, bringing forth the final stimulation to send me squirming into a frenzy, riding my own pleasure wave.

I
slipped
off the couch and got to my feet. Empowered by what I’d just done, I was ready to start making demands. I needed to protect my heart, to make sure that if anything were to go wrong my baby and I would be taken care of. I was going to do the responsible thing and stand up for myself for a change. Be practical… stop letting my heart get me into crazy situations.

My butt scooted up onto Drake’s wooden desk a fair distance away from him as I watched him on the couch, regaining his breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and tendrils of his dark hair had fallen down framing his flushed face.

“What’s with that look?” he asked, his eyes wide, sparkling again. He’d be ready for round two soon if I wasn’t careful. “You’ve gone all serious on me,” he said pouting.

I cocked an eyebrow. “We need to have a plan,” I stated firmly. “I can’t go through another month like the last one.”

He nodded slowly. “OK. But—”

Stopping his flow, I held up my hand. “We also need to take things, us, slow.”

Drake frowned but stayed silent.

“I think you’re right, it’d be best for everyone involved if I continue on as Leah’s nanny, under one condition.”

“Anything,” he breathed and moved to the edge of the couch.

“That I have my own space.”

He licked his lips, thinking. “You don’t want to move in with me? Share my bed?”

“You haven’t asked.”

“Then I’m asking now.” He adjusted his trousers and closed the gap between us. I resisted the temptation to pull him closer and wrap my legs around his waist.

“And I accept,” I said smiling, unable to contain the grin on my face, “but I get my own room. Like I said, I want my own space. We can’t go nuts, we have to be practical…”

So much for resistance, I thought, as Drake sipped his hands up my thighs and around my middle, melting me with his embrace.

“Sensible. A plan of action, I like it.” Drake buried his head in the crook of my neck. “We have to begin to trust each other,” he whispered. I bit my tongue, and my eyelids fluttered, relishing the brilliant flashes of bliss shooting up the nerve endings of my spine.

“OK!” I announced and forced him a step backward, my blazing pussy sighing with disappointment as I did so. There would be time enough to have him take me on his work desk, but for now it was essential that I held my ground. I began as I meant to go on — with a level head, not letting my emotions dictate my path. “First things first. I’m going to collect my things and take them to the apartment.”

“I can clear my schedule and come with you.” Drake retrieved his jacket from the floor. He slipped it on, and even with a few creases in the fabric, he looked to die for, smouldering and bewitching.

My mind was still trying to process that he was mine now, that he’d chosen me. I glanced away, breaking the spell I’d managed to put myself under by taking in his muscular frame.

“No. It’s something I need to do alone. I couldn’t bear to see your face if you saw where I’ve been staying…” I said, trailing off, not wanting to say anymore. I braced myself, expecting him to dig his heels in and fight me on the subject.

“Fair enough — I’ll send for a car for you, though. But Vi, did you really think I didn’t know where you were all that time?”

My hand flew to my mouth as it dropped open.

“You knew?”

He tucked a stray whisper of a hair behind my ear, his fingertip brushing my cheek. “Of course. I would’ve been worried sick otherwise. And at the time, even though I knew I couldn’t have you, I had to know you were safe. That’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”

A small measure of comfort glowed inside me. He had cared enough to feel anxious over my safety. It wasn’t just an act.

I sighed. “I wish you’d said something…”

He shook his head. “You needed space. I needed time to realise what a huge mistake I was making with Christine.”

“Eugh, how about we never mention that name ever again?”

He laughed. “Easier said than done, but she’s completely out of the picture now. Or at least she will be once my lawyers are through with her.”

“OK,” I said with relief. The last thing we needed was her popping up and spoiling what Drake and I were about to embark on. “Can we agree, though, that while I’m taking care of Leah, she’s never to step foot in the apartment?”

“Already taken care of. I put her on the no–enter list this morning as I left for work.”

“Good,” I beamed.

“Speaking of which, by the time you get back with your things, I’ll make sure your key card is activated again. You still have it, right?”

I nodded and with a brief kiss — I didn’t want to tempt myself any more than I already had — I untangled myself from his clutches and exited his office with my head held high.

P
atricia
, Drake’s secretary, gave me a wonderfully cold stare as I sauntered past her desk, a little bounce back in my step. I almost stuck my tongue out her, but savoured instead the knowledge that she’d probably heard every single moan and groan of pleasure that had eked out of Drake’s office.

Take that, Twiggy! My curves beat sticks.

Grumbling from her desk, Patricia announced that my car would be a moment and that I could wait outside if I wanted to. I took the hint and left the building. There was only so much bitchiness I could take in one afternoon.

The car arrived as I approached the edge of the curb; its sleek black exterior, perfectly waxed and buffed, reflected my image like a highly polished mirror. I almost didn’t recognise myself. In a few short hours I’d gone from a hunched over, tired–looking woman who looked as if she was twenty–five going on fifty to a vibrant, confident lady, shoulders back with a rosy sheen on her cheeks. OK, my clothes left much to be desired, but underneath the shabby dressings I felt alive, tingling with possibility.

Once inside the car I gave the driver the address and sat back watching the world go by, grateful for the chance to relax for a moment.

We could make it work, I told myself.
It will work
, I said more sternly. Even if we had to hide our relationship for a little while, it would be enough to just be with Drake, and Leah, of course. No one had to know what went on behind closed doors.

He would be able to accompany me to the doctor as a close friend. Yes that would work, I thought. Maybe we wouldn’t even have to disclose our relationship to them, especially if Drake waved his magic chequebook, like a wand.

And even if he didn’t shower the doctors with money, which truthfully would make me uneasy anyway, he’d promised to look after me and our child. I knew Drake would do everything in his power to keep the scandal at arm’s length if it came to that.

The buildings slowly turned from sleek and well looked–after to smoke–stained and decrepit. We were nearing the bus station and the cafe that clung to the side of it like an unwanted growth, a barnacle on the side of a worn–out hull.

“Here you are, Miss,” the driver announced from up front. “Do you need any help with your belongings?”

“No. Thanks, though,” I said, grateful for the offer. “I won’t be long.”

“I’ll park down the alleyway and wait for you.” He gave me a friendly nod as I climbed out the back of the town car.

The clean air from uptown had been a welcome relief, but now my lungs filled with visible, smoky exhaust fumes and the stink of decaying waste on the side of the pavement. Remnants of last night’s kebab, I imagined, attempting to hold my breath and trying not to think what all this was doing to the new little life inside me.

Rush hour was nearly upon the bus station, and I had to struggle, going against the flow of traffic to make it around the corner to the cafe’s entrance. People rudely bumped into me, not caring who they trampled in their cause to get home.

I set my head down and forced my way through. I turned the corner, skirting alongside the edge of the wall, and I walked straight into the last person I ever wanted to see.