The Boy Next Door (17 page)

Chapter 5

"Don't be a freaking idiot, Kember. It's a hundred thousand dollars. It's a year of your life. You won't make money like that for years to come. You could put the entire thing in an emergency fund and live off your day job. You could buy your own house. There are so many things you could do with the money, and he's offering to let you stay involved with the child. Do it!" Kesha told her cousin, they were sitting in the small backyard together and Kesha was lecturing her for not being able to make a decision.

"You really think so?" Kember said. She already was leaning towards doing it for him. She really liked Dennis, and she could see him with a baby in his arms. It didn't help that she was fantasizing about being in the picture, but maybe if she said yes, over time, he would want more from her. She just had to be okay if the fantasies in her head didn't extend to reality.

"Yes, I think you should, it's a lot of money," Kesha said and leaned forward on her knees to look at her cousin. "I'd do it without thinking twice for that kind of money."

"Okay. Call and set it up at the clinic. We'll do the artificial insemination," Kember told her, and then rubbed her face. She was still picturing Dennis's offer of doing it the old fashioned way, but needed to stay emotionally detached enough right now to go through with it.

It was a couple weeks later when the process began for her. They had to wait until she was ovulating, and had signed all the paperwork. She'd been working with Dennis at the office as his assistant, and so far, it was basic stuff. Cleaning his office, keeping track of his appointments, filing, and now apparently giving him a baby.

She lay on the exam table with her legs spread as they stuck the catheter in. It pinched a little and she winced. The nurse ignored her and then injected the sperm a few moments later then withdrew the thin tube.

"I'll be back in about fifteen or twenty minutes and you can go home," the nurse told her.

"Okay, thanks," Kember said and then pulled her cell phone off the table next to the exam bed and texted her cousin to tell her it was done. Now they just had to wait a couple weeks to see if it took.

A few minutes later, a text came back and her cousin asked her if she was feeling okay.

'Yep, all good, just waiting to go home, thx for asking
,' She texted back to her cousin. She set her phone back down and stared up at the ceiling, with the white tiles. She started counting them until the nurse came back in and told her she could go.

Going home, she drove slow and let her mind wander. She knew she was doing this, but the one question she couldn't really answer herself was why. She'd even signed a contract agreeing that the baby would be his and she wouldn't have any rights to it. She felt that she'd regret that decision. She didn't know why she felt that. It didn't matter, because she’d already signed everything. Things would work out right in the end, she promised herself. She trusted her gut, she just didn't know why.

A couple weeks later she went in for the follow up blood test. Dennis had let her out of work early to go get it, and gave her explicit instructions to text him the results when they confirmed.

"Congratulations," Kesha said and hugged her cousin. "You are definitely pregnant."

"Thanks, I think. You found out before I did. I was waiting for them to call me."

"I know! I asked them to let me tell you the good news," Kesha hugged her again and did a little happy dance making Kember laugh at her silly antics.

"Okay, I guess now I need to go tell Dennis. I think I want to tell him in person," Kember said, feeling a little sick to her stomach. She wasn't sure if it was nerves, or an early pregnancy symptom.

"Good luck?" Kesha said, sounding unsure. "Are you sure you don't want to just text him the results?"

"I'm sure. This is something a father needs to hear in person," Kember said as she grabbed her purse and keys and drove over to his house. She texted him on the way there and knew he was at home for the night.

She parked in the driveway when she got there and then rang the doorbell, waiting for him to open the door.

Walking through after he held it open for her she smiled at him. He took her directly into the living room to sit down.

"Well?" he asked her, looking anxious.

"It worked," she told him, and was still waiting for the shock in her own body to really sink in the fact she was truly pregnant.

"That's wonderful news, thank you for coming over to tell me in person!" Dennis said and walked over to her to hug her.

Kember closed her eyes and smelled him. He smelled good to her and it was hard not to kiss him. She tried to just remind herself that he was hugging her because he was happy, not because he was her boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" Dennis said, pulling back after a minute, realizing she was stiff as a board.

"I'm...ok. I am still processing everything. I know we agreed to this and I wanted to do this for you and I won't regret it," Kember said, and then burst into tears. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Dennis hugged her again and rubbed her back, holding her tight against him. "Hey, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay. I'm here for you. I'll have your back; you won't be alone through this."

"Why are you being so good to me?" Kember said she knew she'd always been overly trusting. She kept waiting for there to be some kind of catch with him, something that would make this situation make more sense to her.

"Kember, I have to be honest with you," Dennis said and hesitated before wrapping his arms tighter around her.

"I'm listening," Kember told him, searching his face.

"When you walked into my office after I saw you at the fertility clinic a few weeks ago, all I wanted was to ask you out. I do want a baby, but I wanted something to tie you to me, give me a reason to keep you around. You weren't qualified enough for the position I was hiring for, but you've proven you can keep up with the workload, and I didn't give you enough credit," Dennis told her and when she looked shocked and hurt and tried to pull away he wouldn't let her. "No, please, wait let me finish, okay?"

"I wanted you for myself. I did and still do want a baby, but I want more than a baby. I kissed you before because that's what I really want from you. I want you to give us a real chance." Dennis told her and looked worried for a minute when she didn't respond.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Kember asked him, not wanting to misunderstand.

"I'm saying that I like you. I more than like you and you've been so close to me and keeping my hands off you is driving me insane. I want you to give us a chance, a relationship between us a chance. I don't just want a baby from you," Dennis told her gently. "I want you, too. Along with the baby."

"You want...me?" Kember sounded dumbfounded.

Dennis nodded. "How could any man not want you?"

"Ask my ex-boyfriend," Kember muttered and then looked back up at Dennis again. "Just, why? Logically, I can understand you wanting a baby. You have the money, you didn't have a wife or a girlfriend, I'm young, healthy, you find me pretty and fairly intelligent, okay, all of that makes sense. But wanting more from me? That's hard for me to understand. Just, why?"

"Kember, I know you aren't stupid," Dennis told her, looking at her like she had two heads for a moment. "You make me smile when you walk into a room. I can smell you and you're all I think about. When I come home at night, I picture you curled up on the sofa watching TV with me, and I miss you and can't wait until I get back to the office to see you again. I don't know what that means, but I do know I didn't want you to go home tonight unless I told you how I really felt."

"I see," Kember told him. She knew she'd felt similar feelings for him, which is the only reason she'd agreed to be a surrogate for him, but she really didn't think he felt that strongly for her. Lust, desire, yes, but more than sex? She was shocked. "You sure it's not just a sex thing?"

"I promise you that having sex with you once won't be enough," Dennis whispered to her and then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Here, let me prove it to you."

"Wha—?" Kember started to say until Dennis pressed his mouth over hers, kissing her. He brought his hand up to cup the back of her neck and let his lips do the talking for him.

Instinctively wrapping her arms up and around his neck she let him kiss her. She kissed him back with an erotic passion that erupted the fire he'd lit in her belly the first time she'd seen him.

His other hand wandered down her back and grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his erection and moaned into his mouth. Pulling her forwards towards the couch Dennis sat down and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him with a leg on either side.

"I want you, Kember," Dennis told her, whispering against her mouth. "I will want you long after this baby is born. If you give me a chance to prove it."

Kember kissed him to shut him up. Right now she didn't want to think about the baby, or the future, or anything besides the lascivious desire he was creating. Grinding against his lap as she kissed him frantically, she let her body and touch do the rest of the talking.

Dennis let his hands roam her body, rubbing her breasts through her dress and then reaching behind her to un-zip the sundress and pull it up and over her head. They broke the kiss long enough to drop the dress onto the floor. She was wearing no bra, and her thong didn't cover much.

Dennis palmed one of her pert breasts in his hands and grunted when she ground her hips against his groin and lap. He pressed passionate, wet kisses against her skin and neck as he worked his way down to suck on one of her nipples and put his other hand down between them to stroke her pussy through her underwear.

He stroked her lips delicately with his fingertips and then used his palm to rub against her clit. Licking and sucking her breasts, he loved the way her body felt rubbing against him and his dick was so hard it almost hurt.

"I want you Dennis, I've dreamed of fucking you, and now we're here, and I just want to do it," Kember whispered to him, realizing that her choice of words probably weren't the sexiest way of telling him what she wanted, but at least it was blunt and direct.

Dennis chuckled and then moved his hand to his belt and undid it. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out above his briefs. It was more than average size and thick. Kember reached out and grabbed it in her hands for a moment, squeezing it with her fingers.

"Mmm, that feels good," Dennis said, letting Kember touch him. His hands skimmed up and down her sides and over her breasts. Enjoying the feel of her he let her play with him for a few minutes.

"I want you now, please?" Kember told him as she pushed herself up to grab the back of the couch and rubbed her pussy and underwear against the tip of his cock.

She was soaking wet and he could feel it through the thin material that was the only thing blocking him from pushing up inside of her.

Dennis reached down and pulled her panties to the side and let the tip of his dick slip between her lips. Reaching behind her he grabbed her ass with both hands and slammed her down on his cock.

Kember let out a lusty howl as he filled her and started to ride him. Her fingers dug into the back of the couch behind him as she bobbed up and down on his lap. Over and over again he slid in her as she rode him.

Feeling him hit the right spot she pressed herself harder against him, grinding her hips until she brought herself to an intense orgasm that had her lean down to press a rough kiss to his mouth to keep from screaming.

He groaned into her mouth as he felt her cum around his cock, squeezing him hard as she continued to grind her hips up and down against him. Feeling himself about to come he reached up and grabbed her breasts tight in both hands. His cock twitched hard and started to spasm with his own release inside of her.

After a moment, he let out a half-chuckle and grabbed her hips to slow her down a little.

"You're orgasms are that intense too?" she whispered to him as she rested her head against his shoulder, breathing hard from the exertion.

"With you, apparently so," he said and smiled, kissing the side of her head. "You deserve better than a quick tumble on the couch. Stay the night with me Kember, let me make love to you the way you deserve."

"Okay, if you're sure you really want me too," Kember told him and nodded against his neck.

"You need to have more faith in who you are and what you have to offer, Kember," Dennis told her and then stood up, pulling her up into his arms, making her squeak and grab her arms around his shoulder and neck.

"Don't drop me!" she told him, sounding panicked.

"I won't, but I think we both need a shower, to get completely naked, and roll around in my bed in our birthday suits," he told her as he carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom.

"How many other woman have you had here?" Kember asked him quietly when they reached his room. His room looked barren, and it needed some color, a piece of art above the bed, maybe some candles throughout the room.

"You are the first I've shared my personal space with. This room has always been my sanctuary and I've never brought a woman home to spend the night before," Dennis told her honestly as he carried her into the bathroom and turned the shower on after setting her down. He took off all his clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper at the end of the sink.