Page 79 of Stepping Up to the Plate

My parents blessedly booked a hotel to stay in. They didn’t want to ‘cramp my style.’ Normally, I would fight them on that since I have a perfectly good guest room, but not tonight. Tonight, I’ve got plans for Lola and I do not need my parents within earshot of them.

As I walk them to the door, my mother leans in conspiratorially and says, “Hold on to this one. She’s good for you.”

“That’s the plan,” I whisper back.

Once they’re gone, I swing around and watch Lola for a moment. She’s digging through the suitcase I ran downstairs to get earlier. When she senses my eyes on her, she glances up and smiles. The intensity of my stare has her lips drop a bit in confusion. Before she can say anything, I am across the apartment and sealing my mouth to hers.

I kiss her as if it’s the only thing keeping me alive; like she’s my oxygen. I finally pull away when both our chests are heaving. A grin creeps on my face at the flush creeping down her skin. She rolls her eyes and pushes against me, but I grip her hips tighter, immovable.

“Everything okay?” she asks.

“Everything is amazing.You’reamazing. Thank you.”

“For spending time with your parents? They were nice. And the stories they had about you as a kid were delightful. I need more of those.”

Her saying ‘kid’ has my wheels turning back to her having mine. Simply thinking about her pregnant with my child has unlocked some primal part of my brain. I’m always a little feral when it comes to my need for her, but I feel even more so right now.

I graze my hands down the side of her thighs and back up to grab her ass. I lift her, forcing her to wrap her legs around me. Without a word, I walk us towards the bedroom.

“Babe, I need to shower the airport off me,” she complains.

“Later. I need you. Now. Seeing you with my family. It did something to me. I realize it’s everything I want. I want you and my mom sitting around the table laughing. I want you telling my dad about our travels. I want to see you doting on my niece. Playing with a baby. Our baby. I know this is going to sound crazy, but fuck, I want to put a baby in you.”

I divulged more than I intended and when Lola tenses I’m afraid I went too far, but it’s out there now.

“You-you want to have kids with me?” she questions.

I could try to backtrack, but I don’t want to make the mistake of this woman not knowing how I feel about her. “I’m not saying I want to have kids right now, but one day? Soon? Abso-fucking-lutely. The thought of seeing you swell with my child has my dick hard enough to chop wood.”

She barks out a disbelieving laugh. “You really think I’d be a good mom? Did you forget about the breakfast from hell we had this weekend?”

Sliding her down my body, I place Lola on the mattress and then cage her in with my arms. “Listen to me carefully, sweet girl. Your mother’s inability to be the parent you needed in no way reflects how you’ll be as a mom. In fact, I bet it will make you an even better one. I would be honored to know my kids shared half their DNA with someone who is as kind. Smart. Beautiful as you.” I punctuate each compliment with a kiss on her face before tipping her head back to recapture her lips.

“Let me show you exactly how much I want you and our future together. Consider this a practice run,” I purr, kissing up her neck to her ear.

When she licks her lips in anticipation, I lean forward until her body is flat on the bed and I am hovering over her. My fingers trail down her torso until I reach the bottom of her shirt and I slowly lift it over her head. Once it’s removed, I kiss down her chest, swirling and sucking everywhere but where she wants me. I have such an uncontrollable need for her, I want to drive her crazy with me. When I get to her ribs, I let my tongue trace the outline of her tattoo, making her shiver beneath me.

She pulls on my shirt and I pull it off before going back to teasing her with my tongue. I run my fingers lightly up and down her body, occasionally grazing her nipples. When she arches her chest in the air and makes a mewling sound, I know I’ve got her where I want her: needy and desperate for me.

I kiss up to her breasts and suck a nipple into my mouth while my fingers tweak the other. I go back and forth between the two, letting my free hand drift between her legs. She’s so wet, I can feel her warm heat through her leggings.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked, aren’t you? Are you getting messy for me? Are you so turned on by the idea of me putting a baby in you that your pussy is practically weeping?”

She squirms, trying to force my hand to give her more friction, but I keep steady. “Needy, baby,” I coo. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want… eventually. I want you desperate for it – desperate for my cock.”

“I am,” she huffs.

“Not yet. But you will be.”

ChapterThirty-Eight

• LOLA •

When Brady told me he wanted to make me needy, he wasn’t kidding. He spends what feels like an eternity teasing me. He’s not edging me per se because he won’t give me enough of anything to let me even get close.

That’s how I find myself shaking with desire as he laps small licks on my clit. He’s holding my legs open in his large palms. I am completely at his mercy. The heat from them sears into my skin like a brand as I plead for relief.

“Brady, please,” I beg. “I need you.”

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