Page 49 of Accidental Baby For My Brother’s Best Friend

Mine, mine, mine, that primal part of me repeats, and my cock is so hard I feel like I might bust inside her embarrassingly fast.

“You’re so tight, clenching around me like a vice,” I growl, and Gemma’s nails rake down my back. If she wasn’t so diligent about her manicures, I’d be cut to ribbons by now.

I love dirty talk, but something about how Gemma doesn’t talk much, how she just takes what I say and lets her body react, makes my mouth run away with me.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers, and I haven’t even begun to move yet. She’s so hot and wet and responsive, her nipples hard and peaked through her thin t-shirt. Her eyes close and something tightens in my throat.

“Tell me you want me.” I order, and her green eyes pop open.

“I…I want you,” she gasps, rolling her hips, impatient, but I’ve got her pinned against the door.

“Tell me you wantonlyme,” I command, and she frowns at me but she’s still rocking her hips. I don’t move, clamp my hands down on her hips so that she can’t get any friction and she huffs out a breath.

“I only want you,” she breathes. “I only want you, Locke, please.”

It’s the way she says my name that does it, makes my body take over, instead of my brain, and I fuck her at a brutal pace. Her ass slides up and down the back of the tour bus doors.

“You’re mine, Gemma, all full with my baby and all mine, yeah?”

“Yes, yes,” she pants, her face contorts and I feel her inner muscles clamp down tight around me but I keep my fingers working her clit and she cries out into my mouth when I kiss her deeply.

I’m so close to bursting I can feel my heartbeat in my ears, but I keep fucking her through her orgasm and mine, biting a mark onto the side of her neck without thinking about it. As soon as my teeth touch her flesh Gemma cries out and clamps down on me even harder.

“I’m coming again,” she whines, and it almost hurts how she pulsates around my spent cock but it’s so worth it, the way she goes limp and glassy-eyed. I love the way she looks like this, all fucked out, allmine.

I slowly lower her to the ground and she rests her forehead against my chest for a long moment. I rub her back and kiss the top of her head and this is probably the softest moment we’ve had together after sex. Gemma doesn’t like to cuddle, after, at least not with me, which is why I was so surprised when she let me hold her the other day.

I open my mouth to tell her all the things I’m thinking, how I want things to change, how I want to be able to open myself up to love her, but then I hear a familiar voice.

Jackson calls out to Gemma, something about the cover charge cash box, and Gemma flushes and turns away from me, adjusting her skirt as she strides back toward the venue.

It seems like we’re always walking away from each other, and I hate it, especially now. It makes me feel like I’m missing a limb or something, some kind of phantom pain from something I never truly had, so I head to the bar.

Gemma’s busy and Jackson is as distracted as ever, so I end up drinking a lot more than I plan. I usually feel energized after a session with Gemma, but everything’s so different now and all I can think about is how Janis told me we could never have a family and my music career. All I can think about is how I’m not good enough.

A woman, around thirty by her looks and dressed in a hot pink bodysuit with rhinestones on the neckline, buys me my fifth shot.

“Drummer, right?” Usually, I’d be all over the way she’s appreciatively staring at my forearms, but my head is a mess and now spinning with alcohol.

“Do you have kids?” I blurt out, and she blinks.

“Uh, yeah, I do. One,” she responds, and I swivel on my bar stool to face her.

“I’m Locke. I’m going to be a dad.”

I’m the type of drunk where I don’t know exactly what to say until I say it, but the brunette in the pink bodysuit doesn’t mind.

“Congratulations…” she trails off, asking for my name, and when I give it to her, she smiles. “Locke. My name is Daniela. My son is four next month.”

She puts her small hand in mine to shake, and I appreciate her grace even though it seems she originally approached me to hit on me.

Daniela can tell that I’m in no shape to get home after we chat for a while, so she takes me to her place instead and I pass out on the couch after we talk for hours about Gemma and the baby and what I should do.

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When I wake up, a pair of green eyes are staring at me and the little boy pops his thumb in his mouth when I sit up, his eyes widening at my size.

“It’s okay,” I say softly, and I notice he’s dragging a stuffed lion behind him and wearing lion pajamas. “You like lions, huh?”

He nods eagerly, his eyes lighting up, and for half an hour he babbles to me about lions and prides and how The Lion King is his favorite movie. It turns out he likes lions because of how they growl and look cool but they also value family. He’s precocious for his age and when he makes his way back to his room, I miss him a little, my heart feeling wide and open.

I wonder if that’s what our kid will be like, open and loving and chatty. I leave my number on the side table because it’s early and I don’t want to wake up Daniela. She seemed like a party girl at first, one of those groupies that we deal with on a weekly basis, but she’s nothing like some of the women I’ve met.

She’s a good mother, and I know that Gemma will be, too.

I get back to the hotel with a different mindset. I know what I want out of this, and I can only hope that Gemma wants it too.

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