Page 84 of Sebastian's Baby

It’s not helped when Lita does that thing where she tenses her muscles around me and I groan again. I move in and out of her slowly, lowering my mouth to her breast as I fuck her. I don’t want to do anything that might make me come too soon because there’s nothing more enjoyable than having Lita come on my cock.

I focus on the sounds she makes, playing with her breasts and kissing her before I rub her clit while I fuck her until she moans my name again. It’s agony to try and hold off my orgasm, and I give in, fucking her faster once she comes until I come as well. I roll onto my side and pull her over with me. My sensitive cock is still buried inside her as I wrap my arms around her.

“Kind of epic?” I ask her.

“Meh, it was pretty so-so,” she grins.

I kiss her, then say, “I’ll try and give you a better performance later.”

“Good, pick up your game, Sebastian Fox,” Lita tells me in a stern voice as she separates us when she gets off the bed to go clean up in the bathroom.

I follow her, and we shower together before making our way back to the bed. We lay together, facing each other, and I smile as I look into her eyes.

Lita looks away from me, though, and she reaches down to trace the Cruise Control symbol that I have tattooed on my hip bone.

“Why did you get this here?”

I’m amused by the question, so I ask her, “Where do you think I should’ve gotten it, princess?”

She’s still staring down at the tattoo and continues tracing it before she answers. “I would have thought you’d get it on your shoulder or back. Maybe your forearm?”

“If I did that, everyone would be able to see it,” I point out and shrug my shoulders.

She finally looks back up at me, and I can see the confusion in her beautiful brown eyes. “Why don’t you want anyone to see it?”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to share everything with the world, Lolita.”

“But, the band is something you literally share with the world.” Lita frowns at me.

“Not all of it. We share parts of ourselves, but there are parts we keep hidden, which is what the tattoo represents.”

Lita doesn’t say anything in response to this, and I think about when I got the tattoo. Heather and Harrison had just broken up, and the rumors were intense. I always felt like they’d work it out, but there were moments when I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if we’d all make it through.

So I got the tattoo to remind me of us. That the world didn’t know everything. That Heather and Harrison would be okay. That I would be okay. That Gabriel and Ariana had managed to find each other when the world thought they knew everything. Now it reminds me not only of the past but of the future I have with Lita and our baby. The world will never know the truth about us, but we will.

I put my hand on her stomach where the secret we’re currently hiding from the world is becoming a lot more obvious. “I can’t believe how much bigger your bump is in three weeks. Are you feeling anything yet?”

“Not yet. Although, apparently, I should start to feel something in another couple of weeks. I can’t wait.”

“It’ll be good when I can feel the baby move too.” I shake my head and laugh, “It’s so weird that we’re making a human.”

“Oh, that reminds me, I brought something with me.” Lita gets up and walks over to a bag sitting on a chair at the side of the room. She rummages through it before coming back with the Doppler and the gel and giving me a shy smile. “I thought maybe you’d like to hear the heartbeat again.”

I blink at her because I wasn’t expecting this, then I grin. “Of course. You’re amazing, princess. Thank you for thinking of me like that.”

I have an overwhelming feeling of gratitude toward her for bringing the Doppler so I can get to hear the heartbeat again. I pull her into my arms for a hug as she climbs back onto the bed with me, then I kiss her softly.

Lita smiles at me. “I was reading stuff online, and apparently, it can be hard for fathers to connect with the pregnancy because they don’t have any of the symptoms. I figured it must be even harder for you because you’re in Chicago all the time while I’m here.”

“Never let it be said I don’t have the best baby mama a man could ask for.”

Once again, I’m struck by how lucky I am that the condom broke with Lita. There were so many worse options, but instead I’ve got this woman who cares about me enough to bring the Doppler to our hookup.

“I try. Okay, I’m getting pretty good at this,” she tells me, then admits, “I do it every couple of days.”

I can’t believe she gets to hear the baby’s heartbeat every couple of days, and I tell her, “I’m jealous. Can you call me next time so I can hear it too?”

“Sure, sorry, I should’ve thought of that,” she cringes.

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