Filthy Beautiful Lust(11)

       
           



       

"I think it's time for you to go, Pace." I rise to my feet, and I watch  as his expression hardens. As much as it hurts my heart to walk away  now, it'd be a thousand times worse once Max and I are attached.

He reaches out for me, cupping his palm on my cheek. "Hang on a second. What happened there?"

Damn. I draw in a deep, steadying breath. He's not going to drop it  until I explain myself. "You're nice, and you're sweet to come here and  hang out with us today, but I think we both know this would never work  out anyhow."

"I don't know that." His thumb skitters back and forth slowly across my  skin and little tingles of pleasure from the simple touch remind me how  very long it's been since I've been so tenderly touched. Focus, Kylie.

I say the one and only thing I know he cannot argue with. "I'm just not ready."

He rises to his feet and watches me. The pulse in his neck is jumping,  and his hands are clenched into tight fists. He looks like he wants to  argue with me, but something stops him.

"It was sweet of you to come over and bring Max a gift today, but this isn't going anywhere."

Pace looks dejected. He reaches into his pocket and places a business  card in my hand. "If you need anything while Colton and Sophie are out  of town, call me."

I nod.

Pace leaves and since Max is still asleep, I head to my room and fall heavily onto the bed, curl into a ball, and cry.

I cry for my lonely heart, I cry for my fatherless son, I cry because I  just kicked a beautiful, thoughtful man out of my house, and I hate  myself for it. I wish that he would have fought for me. But why would  he? With each encounter we've had, I've ended it by telling him that  we'd never work. He was bound to start believing me sooner or later, and  maybe this time it stuck.

When I go out on a date again, it'll be with someone who's looking for a  serious commitment. I've been down the seemingly reformed player road  before, and we all know how that turned out. And Elan's manwhore-like  past had been much further behind him than Pace's. But when I found out I  was pregnant, he left. He left me and the little body growing inside me  without so much as a backward glance.

I live with absolutely no regrets though. I can't imagine life without  Max. He keeps me steady. He grounds me. Just knowing there's someone who  relies on me for literally everything-his food, safety, and comfort,  it's humbling. And the moment I laid eyes upon him after twenty hours of  labor, I made him a promise that I would never let him down.

I wipe away my foolish tears and close my eyes. I'm so tired. Exhausted  actually. Being strong all the time is tiring. My body feels heavy  against the mattress, and my breathing slows. Just as I feel myself  falling under, Max begins to cry.

I climb from bed, forcing on a smile as I prepare to do it all over again.

Here we go.





Pace





The blonde bobbing up and down on my cock is slobbering too much. Her  noises are too fake, her hair is too platinum, but mostly she's not  Kylie.

It's been a week since I've seen her. A week since I've heard that sweet  baby giggle, and watched them interact as mother and son. My erection  threatens to fade, and I thread my fingers in her hair, pushing her head  up and down. The satisfaction I get from her mouth is minimal, but it's  better than my own hand on my dick, which has been a nightly occurrence  since I'd watched Kylie get herself off by rubbing against me.

"Take me deep," I growl.

Blondie's moans increase in volume, but thankfully, so does her suction.

"Don't stop," I tell her, keeping one hand on the back of her head to show her how I need it.

When I picture Kylie's careful composure crumbling as she took her  pleasure from me, a fresh surge of blood pumps south, making me fully  hard again. I remember her whimpers and how full and soft her breasts  felt in my hands, and I come with a roar, burying my hands in Blondie's  hair as I release in her mouth.

The orgasm doesn't even come close to satisfying the feelings of  discontent stewing inside me. I've never been flat out rejected by a  woman. At least not until Kylie. Turns out I don't like it. Not one bit.

I tuck my flaccid dick back into my pants and zip up. Blondie is  watching me expectantly. Knowing that I won't see her again, I don't  care that she hadn't gotten off. I know that makes me an asshole, but I  don't care.

Just as I'm looking for the words to get her out of my office, my cell  phone starts ringing. I fish it from my pocket, thankful for the  distraction from Blondie's watery blue eyes. A number I don't recognize  flashes on the screen and normally I'd let it go to voicemail, but  something tells me I need to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Pace? It's Kylie. I need you." Her voice is weak, and she sounds scared.                       
       
           



       

My stomach tightens, and my heart begins pounding. "Where are you?"

"At the emergency room."

"What happened? Is Max okay?" My tone is almost frantic and a sour feeling pooling in the pit of my stomach.

"He's fine. It's actually me …  I took a bad fall. Can you come get me?"

"Of course. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Thank you."

Blondie's frown tells me she's not happy about the half of the  conversation she overheard. Too fucking bad. Kylie needs me, and I will  be there for her.



***



I take Max from one of the emergency room nurses and follow her into in  Kylie's hospital room. She's sitting on the bed, holding her arm  awkwardly in her lap. My heart clenches at the sight of her. This  normally strong, resilient woman looks pale, exhausted, and tiny sitting  in the hospital bed.

"Hey." I bend down and kiss her cheek. It's such a natural response that  I don't realize until after my lips are on her skin that it's probably  not appropriate. Oh-fucking-well.

"Thank you for coming. Max was getting out of hand. They have to fit me  for a cast, and since they gave me some pain killers, they won't let me  drive home." She reaches her good hand toward us and gives Max's foot a  playful tug, trying to lighten the heaviness all around us.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I was working in the office above my garage and when I heard Max cry on  the monitor, I went jogging downstairs to get him, and I slipped. I  tumbled down the last half-dozen or so stairs. X-rays confirmed my arm  is broken in two spots."

Shit. That's not good. The urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her is  nearly overwhelming. Instead, I give Max a gentle squeeze. I get the  sense that he's a buffer for each of us.

He lunges toward Kylie. "You've got to be gentle with your momma," I  tell him, letting him sit beside her on the bed, where he promptly  crawls into her lap. Kylie moves her broken arm to the side away from  Max and winces in pain.

"Miss Sloan?" A nurse pokes her head into the room. "I'm ready to take you to get your cast now."

"Okay," Kylie says, then turns to me. "Will you take him to the cafeteria to get something to eat? I shouldn't be too long."

"Absolutely. Want to get some lunch, buddy?" I ask, lifting him into my arms.

Max looks to Kylie, who makes the sign for eat, then he lets out a squeal.

Okay then. It's settled. I have a lunch date with the world's cutest one-year-old.

"Good luck," I say to Kylie as the nurse leads her from the room. I can't help the worry that churns in my gut.

Later, on the drive home, I'm trying to think of a way to explain to  Kylie that it's not a good idea for her to stay alone right now. But I  know it will be a tricky subject. She barely let me strap him into his  car seat. We'd moved it from her car into mine and left her car in the  hospital parking lot.

"I still can't believe you drove yourself," I tell her.

She shrugs. "I didn't know it was actually broken. I didn't want to call  an ambulance for nothing. It could have been a minor sprain."

"An arm broken in two spots is not nothing." Plus it's her right arm-her  dominant hand-meaning life is going to be difficult for her for the  next six weeks. I can see her beginning to process all of this when we  pull into her driveway.

First I help her from the car, then I get Max, and carry him, along with  her purse, to the front door. Fishing around inside her purse for her  keys, I see baby toys and tampons and tubes of lipstick, but no keys.  Finally she directs me to look in the outside pocket, and I let us all  into the house.

"Thank you," she says, taking Max one-armed from me. "I'm sorry I interrupted your day. I hope you weren't busy when I called."

I remember that my cock had been in another woman's mouth moments before  she called, and I feel like the world's biggest asshole. "No, I wasn't  busy."

"Still, I feel bad. The last time we hung out … "