His Christmas Baby: A Friends to Lovers Romance Page 6

  I shivered at his touch, my head automatically went back to give him better access. Having a serious conversation was really difficult when you were damn near naked and aching. “Sure, we will. All it would take is for one of our moms to catch us naked. But I am sure, for now. I still think home is the best place to raise a child on my own, but I’m not pregnant yet. Probably. I need to make sure my clients’ needs are being met before I leave for good with occasional trips to the city .”

  “Let’s not think of them catching us naked. They’ll be planning our wedding,” he said with the same tone someone might use to describe a plague .

  Not that I expected him to want to marry me, of course I didn’t. But it stung to hear him sound so disgusted by it. “You can always stay with Merry and sneak over for perfunctory make-a-baby sex.” I turned out of his arms and reached for my robe to cover up. “It’s not like you could have helped with the move anyway .”

  “The hell I couldn’t. Moving a few boxes is hardly going to do any damage .”

  I knew he would say that, because Brady was stubborn and determined. Great traits for a professional athlete, not so much for a client. “As your agent, I would have ordered you to stand down. But since the move isn’t happening, it’s a moot point .”

  “Yet. The move isn’t happening, yet.” He grinned and reached for me, peeling the robe off my body along with another set of sexy, lacy lingerie. “Too bad, I’m finding this bossy side of you very, very sexy .”

  His lips crashed down in mine and the kiss was hungry, almost greedy and frenzied, his rough fingers speared through my hair and held me firm while he kissed me senseless. All I could do was hang on, let my senses take over and enjoy the ride .

  I pulled back, breathless. “You’re the only one I want to boss around. Now get on the bed .”

  He grinned and shook his head. “No way sweetheart, you see this?” In a show of his masculine virility, Brady moved his arms all around to show his cast-less arm. “I’m in charge right now .”

  I was just about to acquiesce when his phone buzzed. “Better get that .”

  Though he wasn’t naked, I still reveled in the sight he made walking across the room to get his phone. The boxers molded to his tight ass and sculpted thighs, and when he turned the impressive tent in his pants made my mouth water. Along with other parts. It still felt a little weird to ogle Brady, but not as weird and delicious as it was to kiss him, to make love to him. To fuck him. Because we had done it all this past week. All of it and then some .

  Everywhere.

  All the time .

  It was a nice little weeklong bubble, but now it was time to get down to business. I’d already made some calls to get him a few speaking engagements while he went through physical therapy. I figured we needed to write up a contract to protect our professional relationship but we needed to talk about it. And we would soon, if we ever made it out of the bedroom .

  Brady was still occupied with his phone call so I pulled on my robe and went downstairs, grabbing my tablet and putting on coffee. It was time I started acting like someone who worked for myself. While the coffee brewed, I pulled up a calendar of events, a to-do list and a notepad while my mind raced with all the things I needed to get done. Between Antoni’s interests and Brady’s, I would be busy enough to earn what I previously earned. But that meant I actually needed to do some work .

  By the time Brady joined me in the kitchen, I had a long list of things I needed to take care of and I felt much better, but still slightly overwhelmed. “Did you eat ?”

  “No. I’ve been busy. Everything okay ?”

  He nodded as he went to the coffee pot. “It was Rask. He’s out of the hospital and back in Florida. He got a few calls from people wanting to confirm a few speaking engagements for me .”

  “That explains it. I was wondering why I hadn’t heard back from anyone. Oh, I should add business cards to my list.” I did and looked back up, wondering if he was upset. We’d never had a structured professional relationship before and already I wondered if it was a good idea. “Is that a problem ?”

  “Not at all, I was just surprised that’s all.” He looked at me for a long time, a strange expression on his face before he cleared it and grinned. “He said feel free to call him for any questions or help you might need .”

  “Wow that was really nice of him.” And a damn load off my shoulders. “I told you I would do it, and you’ve been moping since the cast came off. I figured you needed a healthy dose of adoration to keep you going .”

  He grinned and crowded my space at the table, leaning over me so his warmth surrounded me. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of it right here. The way you cry out my name in that throaty voice, yeah that could fuel me for months. Maybe years .”

  “Yeah? What if I told you that I had a meeting set up with a well-known yacht company who wants you to be their spokesperson ?”

  “I’d ask if you were really, terribly busy at the moment so I could carry you upstairs and get more fuel for my ego .”

  I laughed and shook my head. “Not terribly busy, but busy enough that I might need to be convinced .”

  “Oh good,” he said hungrily as he untied my robe. “I was hoping I’d have to convince you. Hearing you beg is my new favorite thing .”

  “Yeah? Because I have an idea of my own.” His gaze darkened and followed as I walked away, his footsteps sounding behind me. “On the bed.” He went quickly, chucking his shorts on the way before he shot me a sexy gaze .

  “You have me right here. Now what ?”

  I crawled up his body, stopping just before I got to his shoulders, straddling his ribs with a smile. “Now I want to look into your eyes while you taste me .”

  His eyes gleamed and he licked his lips. “Fuck yeah. Come here and ride my tongue .”

  When he spoke to me like that, I could forget all of my plans for the future. I would hop on the jet with him and let him give me ten thousand orgasms all over the world. Because, hot damn, this was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever done. In. My. Life. I gripped his hair and did as he commanded, I rode his tongue. Used his mouth, his face to seek my own pleasure, and it was so fucking hot. I flew apart in what felt like seconds. Even as my orgasm was ripped from my body, he held me down while his tongue invaded my pussy, fucking me until I couldn’t stop coming. “Brady !”

  His laugh vibrated my thighs and I shivered, bucking forward and the wretched tease sucked my clit into his mouth and sent me up all over again. “Damn, let’s do that again, soon .”

  “Fine by me,” I told him and slid off of him, licking my cream off his lips. “I do believe I was promised some begging ?”

  Brady laughed, and flipped us over. He spent the next hour convincing me in very creative, very kinky ways until I did, as he predicted, and begged for him to fuck me. I’d had sex before, enough of it to know that what was happening between us wasn’t typical sex. It was more…everything. Hotter. Hungrier. More raw and so damn electric that I could feel him hours after we’d been together. He fucked me until he was more a part of me than he already was .

  “Definitely my new favorite thing,” he said again, wearing a satisfied grin .

  * * *

  “S orry guys, Brady can’t hit balls today. He’s still not completely healed from the accident.” I hated to step in, but I knew Brady, and I knew that he wouldn’t reject their offer to hit a few balls. “He would love to, but it’s my job to make sure he’s ready for Australia.” Just as I hoped, that bit of information changed the topic to their favorite grand slam wins .

  Brady shot me a grateful look but I knew he wasn’t pleased that I stepped in. Too bad. Brady would learn, and soon, that when I was his agent, his career was my first priority. I always took my job seriously .

  “You heard her. When I win that trophy again, it’ll be because of you.” He flashed his bad boy grin and I stepped back again, blending into the background as I was meant to .

  I had no desire to be the center of attent
ion and standing too close to Brady meant that’s exactly what would happen. So, I hung back behind the fence while the kids crowded him, shouting out questions he patiently answered for each and every one of them. Practice ended, and the coach offered heaps of gratitude to both of us before returning to the locker rooms with the kids .

  I couldn’t even get close to Brady because every woman under the age of fifty had converged and they were all eager to show their assets. A tall brunette stood close, double D tits sitting like a shelf under her white tank, practically resting in his face. Everything about her advertised what she was offering, and I felt a sudden and irrational surge of jealousy go through me .

  What the fuck? I had no claims to jealousy. We were sleeping together, yes, but it was just a means to an end. It’s not like I didn’t know who Brady was, because I did. He was a ladies man. A playboy. The press called him a bad boy, the most apt description of the man they all knew .

  But that wasn’t the man I knew. He smiled and flirted, teased but never touched. There was no reason for my jealousy, yet it was there like an uncomfortable weight on my chest .

  Maybe I should take a pregnancy test. If I was already pregnant then we wouldn’t have to keep having sex. No matter how much I wanted to .

  “Hey, what’s that frown for ?”

  I blinked, so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed the gaggle of women had vanished, leaving me and Brady alone on the cracked courts that belonged to the city. “Was I frowning ?”

  “Yeah. What’s wrong ?”

  “Nothing. I was just wondering if I should take a test, you know.” I didn’t want to have this conversation in a public place even though we were alone .

  “Isn’t it too soon for that ?”

  “No. We haven’t used any protection and it’s been a few weeks. It might be too early to tell, but…,” I didn’t know how to finish that sentence which only brought home what a bad idea this might end up being .

  “But?” He grabbed my hand while we walked back to the car. “Tell me, Syl .”

  “I just realized that as well as we know each other, there are things we don’t know. I’ve never seen you like this, out on the road. The women throwing themselves at you. I imagine you miss it all .”

  “You’re kidding right? If you think I would rather be with any of those women when I have you, then maybe I need a smarter agent .”

  I laughed and smacked his arm. “Good luck with that. There is no one smarter .”

  “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. You have me completely under your spell, Sylvie.” He leaned forward and kissed me and it was just us, inside the comfort and privacy of my car as his lips touched mine. Slow and sweet, he kissed me until I was dizzy and all mushy .

  “Let’s get home,” I told him, my voice breathy and deep, like it belonged to someone else. Despite the ridiculous traffic, which I should be used to by now, we made it home before either one of us combusted from the desire igniting between us .

  As soon as we were inside my condo, Brady was on me. His hands, his mouth, they were everywhere all at once. Somehow. “Those women have nothing on you, Syl.” His voice was deep, thick and growly as he spun me around to face the wall, his voice the only thing guiding me .

  I closed my eyes, feeling the trail of heat as his hands slid up my legs, bringing my skirt along for the trip. He gripped my ass and pressed into me, his full weight holding me captive and I loved every minute of it. “Brady,” I groaned when he snatched my panties right off my body, the loud rip mixed with our own heavy breathing .

  “Tell me you want it, Syl .”

  “Brady, I want you.” It was overwhelmingly true in that moment. I would have given anything to have him, my pride and dignity, my money. “Now.” I cried out the moment his cock breached my opening, sliding deep in one smooth thrust that nearly pushed me right over the edge .

  Then we didn’t need words as his hips thrust, sending his thick length surging into me over and over, while my cries echoed against the wall. Hands flat on the wall, I arched my back so he could slide in deeper, groaning as he filled me completely. His harsh grunts only made me hotter, wetter as he took his pleasure from me. “Syl,” he moaned in my ear, over and over, his voice dark and delicious, sent an arrow of hot, carnal need straight to my core .

  “More, Brady. I need all of you .”

  His grunts filled the air as one hand held my hip and the other squeezed my breast, pinched my nipples. It was too much, the sensations swirled as he used every inch of his body to satisfy my needs. Unlike the other orgasms with Brady, this one was different. It didn’t simmer or bubble, it didn’t build. It rushed out of me in a tsunami of feelings I couldn’t name or describe. Only that they overwhelmed me, shook me and squeezed his cock in my hot depths .

  I fell apart completely, a mess of sex and love and uncertainty, as he finally sought his own pleasure, spilling deep inside me with my name on his lips. “Syl. Fuck. Yes .”

  My body sizzled as the heat bounced back and forth between us, making it harder and harder to catch my breath. But damn I didn’t want him to pull away, I didn’t want to feel that chill associated with the end of pleasure. Having that kind of pleasure, it was addictive. Once you’ve had it, you can’t do without it, and I had gotten used to Brady wrapping his big strong body around mine as we fell asleep. He chuckled. “I wish I could carry you to bed right now .”

  I grinned. “I’ll walk if you promise a snuggle .”

  “If you get completely naked, I’m game.” He smacked my bare ass, making it sting .

  “That feels kind of nice, do it again .”

  He laughed and followed me into the bedroom where we both collapsed into bed. “I can’t remember the last time I was in bed like this in the middle of the day .”

  “If you want, I’m sure I could get your physical therapist to swing by.” He put as much energy toward rehab as he did the game, and he would be back on the road, on tour before I knew it. And I would be alone. Again .

  But hopefully with a baby .

  “Bite your tongue woman, or I’ll bite it for you .”

  I stuck my tongue out, laughing when his teeth snapped together barely an inch away. “Oh! You were going to bite my tongue,” I said in disbelief .

  “Oh, I thought this was some strange kink you were into.” He flashed his naughtiest grin while trying to look more innocent than an altar boy .

  “Yeah right. I was promised snuggles.” I burrowed into his side, getting as close as I possibly could now that we were both completely naked. His skin was warm, slightly roughened due to his hair. His body was so familiar yet so foreign. I knew he was built, he couldn’t be a professional athlete at the top of his game without it, but knowing it like this was different. “You smell good.” I couldn’t resist a long, exaggerated inhale, sucking in the mixture of my scent and his .

  Brady pulled me closer and buried his face in my neck, pulling a shiver from me that started at the base of my spine. “You smell better, but I like the smell of us. It’s…different .”

  It was all so different. So unexpected. “Shouldn’t this feel weirder ?”

  He laughed. “I suppose so, but I’m glad it doesn’t. I’ve always found you attractive, but I didn’t want to risk our friendship .”

  “And now you don’t care?” I don’t know why I asked, but I needed to be reassured after that powerful orgasm still had me feeling vulnerable .

  “Hey!” He pulled me closer, changing our positions so he was on top of me, his cock cradled between my thighs. “Where’s this coming from? Of course I care. We’re having a baby together. That means we always have to fix it. No matter what .”

  I stared up at him, at the certainty shining in deep green eyes. “And if we can’t ?”

  “We have to, Syl. We just have to.” His gaze was intense as his head drew closer and my eyes drifted shut. His lips were soft, gentle. Tender but firm against mine. When we made love this time, it was slow and beyond intense. I’d ne
ver felt so much and everywhere .

  Out of control and unable to get enough of my best friend and soon to be baby daddy, I ignored the sound of those warning bells clanging loudly in the deep, dark recesses of my mind .

  Brady

  “W e’re getting a tree.”

  Sylvie looked up at me, her brows wrinkled adorably. She licked her lips and grinned. “That’s a weird thing to say right after sex, but sure Brady, we’ll get a tree .”

  Maybe while my cock still twitched inside her wasn’t the best time to bring up Christmas tree shopping, but it wasn’t like I could tell her that I’d dreamt of us traipsing in the snow to pick out a tree. It was ridiculous and not just because we were in fucking southern California where there was no snow to be had. “Good.” I smacked a kiss on her neck, loving the way she shivered even as she leaned into me .

  “Think we can eat first?” I gave her a look that made her laugh and she gave my shoulders a futile shove. “Have you gotten enough of that ?”

  “Never,” I told her, meaning it one hundred percent. I flexed my hips and pushed deep again, pulling a sexy groan from her that made her squeeze my cock tight. “Breakfast ?”

  “If you want me to participate in the next round of sex, yes. Breakfast .”

  I pulled away reluctantly, savoring the last seconds of being in her wet heat. “Okay breakfast. I’ll shower out here and then get started. See you in ten .”

  “Fifteen,” she called out behind me as I made my way to the guest bathroom .

  She could take twenty. I had an idea, the perfect Christmas for all of us, and I needed some time to get it all settled. I skipped the shower, preferring to keep the scent of Sylvie wrapped around me for as long as I could. I smiled, still unable to believe that my best friend was the girl who was giving me the best sex of my life regularly. I didn’t know how I would give it up, knowing how she tasted on my tongue, after knowing what her face looked like as she came apart and how she felt around my cock. Under my hand .