Baller’s Baby(19)

“Don’t touch,” she says again. I slump back against the bed and let her have her way with me.

I can feel her juices pooling in between her thighs. She’s more than ready for me, but she doesn’t give either of us what we want. Grabbing my cock, she slides her fingers around the base of it before stroking up and down its length. I’m so fucking close to coming. It’s taking everything I have in me to hold back and let her have her fun with me.

I refuse to finish before making sure she gets hers. Holding the head of my dick in her hand, she slides her wet pussy along the entire length of me, coating me in her slick juices. Fuck, she is so damn wet. She moans, or I moan—I don’t know. She raises herself back up and rubs the head against her clit, flicking it back and forth, over and over.

Her legs twitch.

Leaning forward, she positions me at her entrance, and I brace myself, because I know after the seductive fucking foreplay, this is going to phenomenal if I can keep from exploding on the spot. She lowers herself, inch by glorious inch.

I’m in heaven. There is no other explanation. Nothing on earth could ever feel this good. I must have died and gone to heaven. I place my hands on her hips, and this time she lets me. Fuck, this woman is gorgeous. I push my hips upward, burying myself the rest of the way inside of her, and we both cry out at the same time as the insane waves of pleasure pulse through us. It's like we’re connected. Everything I feel flows straight through me and into her.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

What the hell? I look around, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from, and then I realize it's the doorbell. Fuck it. Let them ring it. I don’t care.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Seriously, who the hell is at the door, and why can’t they take a clue? I’m trying to make love to my girl. I look over, and for a minute, I lie there in shock. My bed is empty. I’m all alone.

Ding. Ding. Knock. Knock. Knock.

It was just a dream? How is that possible? I’ve never dreamed something so real. Is that even possible? Yeah, I guess so.

“Shit.” I jump from the bed and toss on a pair of sweats, running down the stairs.

Skila left last night in a hurry and left all her stuff here, including her keys and phone. Now, I felt really bad for leaving her at the door this whole time while I was curled in the bed. I slide to a stop in front of the door and run a hand through my hair.

“Good morning, baby. I missed you.” I say, swinging open the door, and then I choke on the words. My heart stops right there on the spot, and I know I'm two point five seconds away from an ambulance ride to the hospital. I must have taken too much pain medication. Add in the alcohol I drank last night, and that could explain my vivid dreams and hallucinations.

In all my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd see this. Excitement, pain, heartbreak, joy, elation, bewilderment, every emotion you can think of crash through me in that moment as I stand there with one hand still on the door handle and the other laying limp at my side. My eyes are no doubt the size of saucers and my jaw is lying on the floor beside my cold, dead heart.

“I’m not your baby, but yeah, I missed you too.”





Chapter Twenty-Seven

Skila



I turn into Kiptyn’s drive, and the anxiety I have so far kept at bay comes flooding back, turning my stomach into a swarm of nerves. I feel the bile rise and fight every instinct to let it up and out. I’ve got to hold it together and follow this through. I came here for answers, and I refuse to leave without getting them, one way or the other. It's the least he owes me after the way he pursued me relentlessly. Not that I regret letting him win me.

I don’t.

Swallowing repeatedly, I follow the circular drive and come to a stop beside the flowing fountain in the center, parking in the same spot my car was in yesterday before I fled. Chris’s car is still here where it was last night, and I wonder for a second where Kiptyn’s is. Closer to the front is another black car. It looks like a Honda, but I don’t know cars that well, so it could easily be a Lamborghini. Maybe Chris got someone to give him a ride to pick up his car. God, I hope that’s what it is, even though I’d rather not have an audience here for this conversation.

I check the rearview mirror, adjusting my lipstick and tucking a stray curl behind my ear. I’m procrastinating and I know it, but now that I'm here, I'm starting to second-guess myself. What if the blonde is still here? What if they're upstairs together right now? Surely she wouldn’t be. I mean, worst case scenario, even if he did sleep with her last night, he always got rid of them before morning light, right?

I rub my hand along my stomach, and the contact gives me the boost of confidence I need to get out of the car. I glance in the mirror one more time, noting the steel determination in my eyes. You’ve got this, Sky. It's now or never.

I wipe my hands along my jeans, trying to dry the constant moisture, but it only works for a second and then they're soaking wet again. I’m at the steps now, and it has just occurred to me that I don’t have a key. I left without anything last night. Hopefully, the door is unlocked. Taking a deep breath, I reach forward and grasp the handle and turn. The door swings open.

My heart is beating so loudly that I can't hear anything past the beating in my ears. I swallow again, choking down the ball of nerves, and shut the door behind me with a gentle click. I pause at the base of the stairs, dreading what I may find up there. I’m afraid to walk up the stairs, to the one place that brought me so much happiness and joy in the past month, fearful that he shared it with another woman. This is no way to live my life.

From this day forward, I refuse to ever have to worry about this again. I'll tell him how I feel and pray he can accept it, but I'll make certain he knows I’m not anyone’s fill-in. He can either choose to be faithful to me or leave me to go on my way. I refuse to warm his bed until he finds someone else he wants.

I hear voices coming from the kitchen. Not just one, but two at least, and now my anger spikes again. If that bitch is still here, I’m gonna kill him.

My heels click down the hall, and I count the sounds to calm my raging pulse—ten, eleven, twelve. “Kiptyn,” I call out and hope and against hope that he will welcome me with nothing to hide. He doesn’t.

“Oh shit. Sky, wait,” I hear him call to me, and my heart sputters in my chest.

That bitch is here. I knew it. How could he do this to me? I know he’s coming for me to try to intercede, so I cut through the dining room and enter the kitchen from the other side, expecting to catch them off guard.

I wish I hadn’t.

I wish I had just stayed home this morning and left all this alone.

Nothing I said to myself could have ever prepared me for the sight before me right now.

Sitting at the bar, staring toward Kiptyn’s back, is my child’s father, Camryn, sitting at the bar not even five feet from me. His back is still to me, but he senses when I come into the room. I know, because he swivels around and stands so fast he blurs before my eyes, or maybe he blurs because of the tears pouring down my face.

His eyes widen a fraction. I try to say something, but nothing comes out. Stars dance across my vision. I hear Kiptyn calling my name, but I can’t call out to him. Camryn just stares at me. He doesn’t move. His eyes don’t leave mine. I see a thousand things pass behind them before he closes them down completely, and my heart shatters for him. I can't even begin to fathom what he has been through these past few months, and now he comes home to this.

Oh my God.

Every single emotion I have felt over the last year comes crashing back into me like a freight train, and I lose it. Charging after Camryn, I swing at him, hitting him with everything I have in me. I punch and kick and slap and claw at him. I’m angry and hurt and sad and happy. I can’t believe he’s back, and I’m pissed he ever left.

“Why?”

“Why did you leave?” I swing, hitting him across the face. He doesn’t try to stop me. He takes every strike like he feels he deserves them as much as I feel the need to give them.

“I hate you. I hate you. Why did you leave? Why didn’t you call? Why?” I scream at him, lashing into him over and over and over again.

Kiptyn runs into the room and wraps his arms around me to pull me from Camryn, and that’s when Camryn comes alive. As soon as Kip touches me, pulling me back, Camryn stands and swings at Kip. Kip twists me out of the way, and I barely avoid being hit by Cam’s fist, but Kip isn’t so lucky. Now the two brothers are fighting, and I can’t stand it.

“Stop it. Let him go!” I scream at Camryn, hitting him on the back as he leans over Kip, trying to get a good hit on him. For a second, I think he forgets where he is or what’s going on, because he turns to me and shoves me backward. I fly across the room. My back hits against the island in the kitchen before I slump to the floor, unable to move.

The darkness closes in around me, claiming me as its own. It’s comfortable here. I’m not lying in the kitchen floor of my boyfriend's house while his dead brother’s baby grows inside of me. In the darkness, it's just me and it. It carries me and coats me and loves me. Nothing can touch me here. Nothing can hurt me. I want to stay here forever.





Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kiptyn



Fuck.

I didn’t want Skila to find out this way. I wanted to have a minute to warn her or prepare her, but she stormed into the kitchen, and all of my wants went out the window as she crashed to the floor.