Most Eligible Baby Daddy(36)

"Elle," he said. "About that. We should go somewhere more private so that I can explain everything that happened."

He had no intention of explaining anything to her. All he wanted to do  was rip her clothes off, and slide his long, hard cock so deep inside  her that she would be begging him for mercy. His cock was raging for her  and he wasn't going to wait another minute.

"We could get a table at the back," Elle said, indicating the back of the restaurant.

Forrester laughed. "For what I have planned, we're going to need a hell  of a lot more privacy than that, sweetheart. How about we go back to  your place?"

Elle blushed.

"That's right sweetheart," Forrester said, eyeing her from head to toe. "You know what I mean."

Grace and Kelly were giggling as they left the diner. It was only a  minute or two later that Forrester found himself following Elle up the  tiny staircase that led to her attic apartment.

He looked around. It was hard to believe that just a few hours earlier,  he'd been there, desperately searching for Elle, scared to death that  something bad might have happened to her, or that he may not ever see  her again. Now he had her right there with him. Right where he wanted  her.

"We've got some lost time to catch up on," he said.

Elle shivered as she looked back at him. He realized she was cold.

"But first, let me get this fire going."

"I'll make coffee," Elle said.

Elle made the coffee while Forrester got a nice, big fire going, and the  entire time he worked on the fire, he kept stealing glances at her. She  was even prettier than he remembered. Her skin seemed smoother. Her  eyes were bigger and brighter. Her hair was shinier. Her ass and hips  were more seductive and alluring. The mounds of flesh on her chest were  calling to him. His cock was rock hard, but he tried not to let it show.

He played it cool, or as cool as he could with that much lust flowing through his veins.

"I'm really sorry I didn't show up the other morning," he said.

"It's okay," Elle said, but he could tell from the quiver in her voice that she was emotional about it.

"It's not okay," he said. "It's unforgivable. Elle, I would never stand you up, and I never will again."

"I don't mind," she said again, softly.

Forrester sighed. "Will you at least let me explain what happened?"

"I think I know."

"You don't know the whole story, Elle. You might know the facts, but you don't really know what happened."

"All right," she said, handing him a cup of coffee. "Tell me."

"You want the long version or the short version?" Forrester said.

He looked at her and could tell she'd been hurt by the events of the  last few days. His cock was so hard for her, but he didn't want to taste  her until she was ready for him. He owed her an explanation.

"Either," she said.

"All right. I'll tell you exactly what happened. I walked into a diner  the other day, and there, serving me coffee, was an angel. I mean it. A  real angel, Elle. The girl of my dreams. I was so taken by her that I  reached out and touched her hand while she was serving me."

Elle smiled at the memory.

"But it didn't stop there. It was a difficult time for me. I'd come back  to the town of my birth to bury my father, and my father's memory is  the one thing that scares me. So when I realized that this girl made me  feel less afraid, when I saw that she lifted me up, and made me more of a  man, stronger, happier, more full of life, I just couldn't get her out  of my mind."

"You're a charmer, Forrester. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"I'm not charming anyone, Elle. I'm explaining what happened. One thing  led to another and soon enough, by some beautiful miracle from God, the  girl was in my bed. She was naked. She was exquisite. She was the most  beautiful thing I ever set eyes on. We made love, but we did much more  than that. We orgasmed together, we filled each other, and we even  decided not to use a condom."                       
       
           



       

"Yes, we did," Elle said.

"Because we wanted to create something. A commitment. Something that could never be undone."

"Exactly."

"So this girl, Elle is her name."

Elle laughed.

"She let me come inside her. It's the most beautiful gift anyone has  ever given me, and after it happened, it made me realize that I didn't  have to fear my father anymore. I didn't have to fear the past. I could  overcome whatever life had thrown at me, and walk into the future  proud."

"That's how you make me feel too, Forrester."

"Please," Forrester said jokingly, "no interruptions."

Elle punched him playfully.

"It was like everything I'd ever wanted had come together, Elle. I knew  this was the girl for me. I knew she was the one I was destined for. I  was on my way to meet her, in fact, I was sitting in my truck right  outside her diner, when I felt a letter in my pocket."

"The letter," Elle said, a flash of recognition on her face.

"It was a letter my father's lawyer gave me, written by my father, and  all you really need to know about it is that it contained the usual  filth and drivel that had always spewed from my father's mouth. My  father was a cruel man, and this was a cruel letter."

"Did it make you want to run away?"

"You mean, did it make me want to leave my angel behind?"

"Fear can do strange things to a man's heart," Elle said.

Forrester nodded at her. He was always impressed at her depth of  perception and intuition. She was a good seven years younger than he  was, and he'd never met anyone with her wisdom and emotional  understanding.

"Not for a second," he said. "It brought me close to tears, and I  thought I should go back to my hotel room before meeting her, to compose  myself. Not for one second did it give me second thoughts about  pursuing a relationship with my angel."

Elle was visibly relieved. "Call your angel, Elle," she said, smirking.

He nodded. "So on my way back to the hotel, Gris rammed my truck, and  the sheriff arrested me. Between beating me unconscious and keeping me  locked in a cell, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't get word to  you, Elle. But I desperately wanted to. I didn't want you to think that  I'd forgotten about you."

Tears were falling from Elle's eyes at this point, and Forrester reached out to her and wiped them away.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me," Elle whispered.

"You deserve all the love in the world, Elle. You deserve all the  happiness. And every second, I pray to God that I'm the man who has the  honor of giving you that love and happiness."

She threw her arms around his neck and their lips met in such a  passionate embrace that anyone watching them would have sworn they were  lovers who hadn't seen each other in years. Forrester slid his hands  down her back, feeling the gentle curves of her body, and thought his  cock would explode with desire, right there in his pants.





Chapter 43

Forrester

THEY RIPPED EACH OTHER'S CLOTHES off like they were on fire. Forrester  threw his jeans and shirt across the room. Elle let hers fall in a pile  around her ankles. Fully naked, he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous,  sensual, alluring body. He wanted nothing more than to taste her.

She shivered in anticipation.

"You're all bandaged," she said.

"It's nothing."

"Does it hurt?"

He smiled at her, then lifted her up, ignoring the pain in his broken  ribs, and flung her down on her bed. He looked down at her. She was  staring at his erect cock like it was some monstrous beast that was  about to devour her. And it was.

She backed away from him up the mattress as he approached, but he  grabbed her ankles and laid her out flat on the bed. Then he crawled up  slowly between her legs until his mouth was just two inches from the  tender pink flesh of her pussy.

"I'm going to eat you, Elle. I'm going to devour you."

"Do it," she whispered.

Forrester didn't hesitate. Very gently, he let his lips touch the lips  of Elle's pussy. He caressed her, kissing her pussy as if it was her  mouth, pressing his lips against the pink pussy lips, running his tongue  inside it's opening, making out with it so passionately and hungrily  that it was all Elle could do to stop herself from screaming in  pleasure.                       
       
           



       

He sucked her clitoris, toying with it, trying to make her quiver. She  threw her head back and shut her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted  with her. He sucked her clit, swallowing her juice, drinking her up like  a man who'd just crossed a desert without water.

"I'm going to make you the mother of my babies," he whispered.