Page 34 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

“Because?” I prompted.

And the brunette blushed then.

“Because you left me a gift, and I wanted to talk about it,” she confessed softly. It was my turn to get hard then, unable to move a muscle. Oh shit, right, I’d left her a cup of my jism that morning before I took off, a warm, bubbly sample of my stuff. There was no note, no explanation, but I wanted her to have it … if she wanted it.

“I was just wondering why you left it?” she asked tremulously. “After you know, everything we did, why did you give that to me?”

And I paused for a moment, almost unable to breathe. I’d left it for her on the off chance she wanted my baby, that she wanted to get pregnant with my child. I hadn’t come in her pussy during our time together, taking her ass again and again, but if she wanted, and this was a big if, I was giving her my semen to put in the inseminator, to seed those ovaries so that we could have a baby. Because fuck yeah, I wanted Marie, I wanted that gorgeous form to swell with my child, not some other man, some fucking faceless donor. I wanted that sweet body to harbor my baby, to have my son or daughter inside, to watch as she grew ripe and round, growing with my seed. But it’d been too hard to explain then, too difficult to put words. So I tried now.

“Marie,” I ground out. “You’ve been using the inseminator, we’d been using it together so that you could get pregnant.”

And she nodded silently, biting her lip.

“Yes, but I was going to use donor semen,” she said softly. “Some guy that I picked from a database.”

I could feel the rage welling in me, at the mere thought of the faceless competition.

“Well, I was thinking,” I ground out roughly, “that I’d save you thousands by making a donation myself,” I said. “Didn’t you say it was going to take a couple rounds of insemination, that usually the first time doesn’t work? At a couple hundred per pop, it ends up costing a lot.”

The brunette nodded thoughtfully, eyes soft.

“Yes, but I didn’t think that you wanted to be my donor,” she said quietly. “You could have, anytime we were together, but you didn’t. So why now?” she asked, lifting her eyes to mine.

And this was the hard part. But I went with it, I had to tell her the words ringing in my head, the rumblings of my soul.

“Marie, I’m not exactly the most eligible donor,” I said roughly. “There aren’t many women who want a baby with me. Not for the right reasons, anyway,” I said with a half-snort. “You know my life, right? I’m a ballplayer hoping to hit the majors. But that’s the thing. I haven’t made it yet, and I make shit, I travel all the time, the games are in different cities almost every night. I don’t have anything to offer, not anything you’d want anyways,” I ground out, the words themselves tearing me apart. Oh shit, oh shit, a tense burning sensation was rising in my chest, a lump forming in my throat. Fuck, was I going to cry?

But the woman took my hand then, pulling me to sit next to her on the bed, my big frame looming over hers.

“But Trent, it’s so easy,” she breathed, one soft hand caressing my face. “Do you want me? Do you want me, Marie Sands?”

And I had to take her then, I had to touch that mouth, taste the sweetness, the goodness that kept me up every night, dreaming about her.

“Fuck yes, I want you,” I ground out, dragging her to me, smashing my mouth down on hers, drawing a deep kiss from her soul, branding this woman as mine once more. Because I couldn’t resist. She was so beautiful, everything I’d ever desired, and with her so near yet so far, I was coming apart at the seams, my world destroyed.

But despite my ravaging hands, the fingers at her sweater, unbuttoning her jeans, she stopped me, pulling away gently, looking me in the eye.

“Then we’ll figure it out, okay?” she murmured softly. “If you want me, then we’ll figure it out.”

And I sat back then, breathing heavily, so angry, so frustrated with myself.

“There’s nothing to figure out,” I ground out. “I’m climbing a fucking mountain here, and it’s bigger than Mount Everest. I have nothing to offer you,” I said, the words bitter on my lips. “You know how many dudes die trying to climb this mountain? How many dudes never make it to the big leagues? Yeah, it’s probably going to be me,” I spat sarcastically.

But Marie was different, brown eyes soft, her hand still stroking my jaw, down the tense muscles of my neck.

“Trent,” she began again softly. “Even if you’re climbing Mount Everest, pursuing a dream in a sky, I want you to dream,” she said. “That’s what I love about you, that ability to dream, that ability to go for what you want. And I can be your safety net,” she added with a gentle smile. “All climbers go up there with hooks and tackles and all sorts of safety gear, right? I’ll be your safety gear.”

And I drew back, astonished. Because I’d never thought of this woman as anything other than a cherished possession, someone to ravish, to love, to adore, I wanted to give her the world. But she was turning my world on its head. The brunette was offering to be my safety net, to be the warm arms that held me after a tough night, to let me suckle at her breast, to let go and relax when the outside was bitterly cold.

And I was flummoxed, with no idea what to do or think. This turned everything around, I’d always thought of myself as the alpha male, the provider, the source of everything. But Marie laughed softly, reading my mind.

“Trent, you are the alpha male, that’s why I love you so much,” she said. My breath literally stopped on the word “love.” Shit, she loved me? This amazing woman loved me? I thought I might pass out from lack of air, from the intense wave of emotion flooding my heart, revitalizing me, making me a new man. Oh please, shit, yes.

And the brunette smiled again.

“Trent, I adore you,” she said softly. “It’s the alpha in you that makes me come, makes me tremble. But there are benefits to dating an older woman,” she added, “and one of them is that you get the whole me. I’ve seen a little of the world, you don’t have to be the all-knowing protector, the all-knowing god who controls everything. Because no one is that,” she said thoughtfully. “And I don’t expect that of you. What I want is serious loving. You and I, together, working it out, seeing what works and what doesn’t, how to make it past any obstacles. Because,” she said, taking a deep breath. “The things you mentioned aren’t obstacles. I don’t care about the money, and I love that you’re pursuing your dream. If you have to travel, then so be it, I’d never hold it against you, never take that away from you.”

And I crushed her to me then, pulling that soft body against mine, the voluptuous curves beckoning to me, making me so hard, making me literally shake with want for this woman.

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