Bennett (On the Line Book 2) (13 page)

I was checking sports scores on ESPN when a text from my mom came in. She’d gotten the picture of Charlotte I sent.

Mom: She’s beautiful, honey. Dad and I are thrilled for you both. When can we meet her?

Me: Soon, I promise.

I saw a text I’d missed that was sent an hour ago from a phone number I didn’t recognize.

Unknown: Hey sexy, how r u?

Me: Hey, think you’ve got the wrong number.

Unknown: Is this Bennett?

Me: Yeah.

Unknown: It’s Michelle Harbor. We hooked up over the summer.

I thought back and remembered a woman I’d met right before my season started. We’d both been out with friends and had exchanged numbers and gotten together a few days later. But why was she texting me now?

Me: Oh yeah.

Unknown: So . . . you should come over.

Me: I’m seeing someone.

At least, in my mind I was. Charlotte and I didn’t have to be officially together for me to be devoted to her right now. She was the mother of my child. But for me, it went beyond that. I would have wanted her even if she weren’t pregnant. I
had
wanted her but she’d blown me off after our one night together.

I’d never thought of myself as a manwhore before meeting Charlotte, but I’d had my fair share of one-night stands. Curvy, thin, short, tall, blond, brunette . . . I’d never had a “type.” I’d enjoyed sex with women of all different body types, ages, and ethnicities. None of them had ever stuck with me like Charlotte, though. I’d craved sex many times, but this was the first time I’d craved just one woman. It made me feel like a caged animal—wound up and eager to pounce.

When we got back to Fenway, I tossed my bag of gear into Liam’s trunk and rode home with him.

“I’m leaving for the night when we get home,” I said.

“To go see the chick you’re
not
dating?”

“Maybe.”

He shook his head and shot me a dirty look. “Why are you being so coy about her?”

“I’m not being
coy
, douchebag.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Guess you’re being coy about Keri, then.”

“You’re a prick,” he muttered. “And your ass better not leave without cleaning up that mess you left in the kitchen.”

“What mess?”

“The dishes.”

“I’ll do ’em tomorrow, Ma.”

We parked and I didn’t even go inside. I’d brushed my teeth on the bus and also Googled what was off-limits sexually for pregnant women. I didn’t want to squish my kid or anything. It sounded like as long as I didn’t blow air into her vagina, we were good to go. And why would I do that shit, anyway? Blowing air into it? If her pussy was anywhere near my mouth, I’d have much better things in mind. I’d also read that women’s breasts were more sensitive during pregnancy, and I planned to find out if that was true.

I drove to Charlotte’s apartment, where the key was waiting for me in her mailbox in the lobby of her building. I opened the door and went inside, blood pumping hot in my veins.

Her bedroom door was open just a crack and James’s was closed. I grabbed the handle to Charlotte’s door and pushed it open. A small lamp on a nightstand created a dim glow.

She sat up in bed, holding the covers over her chest.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hey.”

Her messy curls and bare shoulders were so sexy. My cock started to stiffen as I approached the bed. I’d never responded this way to just the sight of a woman.

“Can I barricade the door?” I asked. “James isn’t ruining our night this time.”

She smiled. “He knows. He won’t be leaving his room until morning.”

“Good.” I shrugged off my leather jacket and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. “What’s with the covers? You cold?”

She looked down at the covers she was clutching to her chest. “No. I put something on and now I feel self-conscious.”

“What is it?”

She shook her head. “It’s stupid. I’ve never worn anything like this.”

“Charlotte.” I sat down beside her and brushed away the hair that was hiding her face. “Let me see.”

Sighing softly, she slid the covers down past her breasts, revealing low-cut, lacy black lingerie. Her breasts were cupped behind the delicate fabric, the pink of her nipples showing through. My pulse picked up as I took her in.

I reached for the covers she had a death grip on and pushed them all the way down. She wore what looked like the sexiest slip I’d ever seen, the black satin below the lace begging me to touch her.

“Wow,” I breathed, meeting her eyes. “Stand by the bed so I can see all of you.”

Slowly, she slid out from beneath the covers and stood next to the bed, her expression nervous as she looked down at me. I sat on the edge of the mattress, raking my eyes over every inch of her.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, putting my hands on her hips. I couldn’t keep them still, though; there were too many places I wanted to touch her. I slid my hands down to her thighs, around to her curvy ass, which I squeezed just hard enough to elicit a moan.

I ran my hands lower, slowly trailing my fingertips over the backs of her thighs and then up, pushing up the sides of the satin nightie to reveal more bare skin. She pressed a hand over her stomach, her breath hitching nervously.

There was no way I’d let this goddess of a woman feel self-conscious about herself. I took her wrist and eased her hand aside, then resumed my slow unveiling of the prize I’d been waiting so long for: her body.

The swell of her stomach sent a jolt of arousal straight to my dick. Knowing I’d gotten her pregnant was unexpectedly hot. I ran a hand over her smooth skin and then kissed her belly softly.

She sucked in a breath and held on to my biceps as I kissed her slow and easy, my hands around her waist. I stood, my hands slowly moving up to her breasts, where I brushed my fingertips across the soft lace covering her nipples.

“I love your body,” I said, taking one of her hands and placing it on my rock-hard cock. “You feel that?”

The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Yes.”

She wrapped her hand around my cock then and I groaned. It had been so damned long since anyone’s hand but my own had stroked me. And it had been worth the wait for the woman whose touch I fantasized about.

I cupped one breast and ran my thumb across her nipple until it hardened, and then I bent to kiss her through the lace.

“Oh.” It was half moan and half whisper. I took my time with her breasts until I’d gotten several more of those, only stopping when she unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down.

She shoved my boxer briefs down next, her lips turning up with satisfaction as she ran her fingernails over my ass. The tip of my cock brushed against her thigh, and she reached down and stroked me.

“Fuck . . . Charlotte.” I was too hard and ready to withstand much of that.

It wasn’t just her hands on me, but her heavy breathing and soft skin that had my balls aching with desire. Even her light, sweet smell was sexy. I’d fantasized about this so many times and it was finally happening. I kissed her then, letting all my built-up longing radiate into her. She tightened her hold on my erection and
fuck
. . . I almost lost it.

I eased her onto the bed and pulled the nightie off over her head. As soon as the scruff on my face touched her breasts, she moaned and arched her back up off the bed. I kissed, caressed, and explored her skin, making her wait for me to get to her spread thighs.

When I ran my tongue down the length of her slit, she moaned and wiggled out from beneath me.

“I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “I’m too close.”

“Just let go, baby.” I bent down and kissed her hip. “Let me taste you. I want you to come.”

She ran a hand through my hair, her fingertips grazing over my scalp. “I want us to come together the first time.”

I knelt between her legs and eased the head of my cock inside her.

“Oh, God.” She clutched the bedsheet and wrapped her legs around my thighs, pulling herself closer. My dick sank another inch inside her.

So she wanted it
now.
I pushed all the way in and we groaned together. She was tight and wet and utterly perfect.

I pumped in and out, slow and deep. It was hard to hold on with her moaning and writhing beneath me, her blond hair spread out wildly on the pillow.

“Bennett,” she said, panting. “Oh, shit. Faster.”

I hooked her ankles over my shoulders and picked up the pace. Her moaning became frantic and she sank her nails into my ass.

It pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my whole body tensing as I emptied myself into her. She gave a final loud cry, her pussy milking every drop out of me, and then her nails relaxed their hold and she sank down to the bed.

I moved onto my side and pulled her against me, her back to my chest. She was breathing heavily, so I kissed her neck and shoulder until her breaths slowed to a normal pace.

“That was incredible,” she said. “I don’t care if it was a mercy fuck.”

I leaned up on my elbow and turned her chin toward me, forcing her to meet my eyes.

“Why the hell would you say that to me, Charlotte?”

“What?” Her brow furrowed with confusion.

“What about that felt like a mercy fuck?”

“I don’t . . . I’m sorry. I just assumed a pregnant woman wasn’t any man’s first choice.”

“You’re carrying
my
baby.” I kept hold of her chin. “I found you unbelievably sexy before and I still do.”

She smiled. “Ditto. Bennett, your body is unreal.”

“I’d drop anything to go to bed with you, Charlotte. You just say the word.”

“Really? I have a hot sex slave?”

I arched my brows and grinned. “Even better. You’ve got a hot baby daddy sex slave.”

She laughed and snuggled back into me. I pulled the covers over us and wrapped my arm around her middle, resting my palm on her belly.

“Will you stay and cuddle me?” she asked softly.

“I’m staying the night.”

She got up to put on a robe and go to the bathroom, and then I pulled on my jeans and did the same. When we’d both undressed and gotten back in bed, we faced each other, both lying on our sides in the dark.

I ran my fingertips from her thigh to her hip, feeling content for the first time in a while.

“I felt something at work this afternoon,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“It was like a fluttering sensation. It might have been nothing, but I don’t know . . . I think it was the baby kicking.”

A smile spread all the way across my face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She yawned and I realized my plan to do her in every position I’d seen on the pregnant-sex site wasn’t going to work. At least not tonight.

But in the morning, it was on again. I was hooked on the way she moaned my name, and I wanted to hear it again as soon as possible.

Charlotte

W
ren’s brows arched as she pointed to something on the conference room’s dry-erase board.

“And they’ll back everything up . . .”

The sound of her voice faded from my consciousness. I was thinking about the feel of Bennett’s scruff on my bare thighs. The sound of him groaning against my neck, his whole body tensing as he came and then relaxing against mine. The way he’d traced his fingertips lightly down my side as I fell asleep in his arms.

I’d heard the highlights of Wren’s talk about the reorganization of old files in the office, but it was hard for me to get through a full hour without my mind wandering to my night with Bennett. Though it had been three days since then, I still broke out in goose bumps when I thought about it.

“Anyone have anything else?” Wren asked, looking around at the faces of her staff.

There was a moment of silence before I spoke up on impulse.

“I’d like to share some news,” I said, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “I’m pregnant. My baby is due in June.”

There was an audible gasp next to me. That was Sara. Riley was just staring at me, dumbfounded.

“Wow,” Sara said. “That’s amazing, Charlotte. Congratulations.”

“Congratulations, Charlotte,” Wren said, smiling warmly.

Everyone started to get up and leave. It was just Riley and me in the room, and I’d almost made it to the door when his hand wrapped around my wrist.