The Woodsman's Baby Page 7

  Connor pulls back and I almost forget where I am as I slump forward on the ladder.

  “My knees are weak,” I whisper. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “Don’t worry about your knees,” he answers, nudging me up to the loft, “you’ll have plenty of time to rest your knees when you’re down on them sucking me off.”

  16

  Connor

  Charlotte quickly makes her way up to my bedroom and I don’t waste anytime following her. I can taste her honey on my lips and it just makes me want more. I’m like an addict that can’t get enough of her. I need another fix and another after that. Except, in my case, there’s no cure. There’s no twelve-step program in the world that will make my body stop craving hers.

  As I walk over to the bed, I strip off my shirt and watch as Charlotte lets her dress fall to the floor. I stop dead in my tracks and stare at her.

  “You’re stunning,” I let my gaze lick every inch of her mocha skin, soaking in each supple curve, studying her, memorizing her.

  Charlotte smiles over her shoulder, managing to distract me from her plump, round, perky ass. Somehow her sultry grin pulls my attention back up to her naturally beautiful face, and as an ass man standing in front of a woman with the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, that’s a true testament to her.

  “I want to see your beautiful cock,” she murmurs, closing the gap between us. Her dainty hands quickly undo my belt and button, tugging down my zipper hastily. I push my pants and underwear down, stepping out of them and kicking them aside as Charlotte slides down to her knees.

  Her big brown eyes meet mine as she licks her lips eagerly. “You want this don’t you,” I grab my cock by the base and she nods her head. “Say it,” I drag the tip just over her bottom lip and suppress a groan.

  “I want it,” she whispers shyly, looking down at the floor.

  “You want what?” I demand.

  “I want to suck your cock,” she looks back up at me and I can see in her eyes that it’s true. She opens her full lips and slips them over the head. I push inside her mouth, savoring her wet warmth surrounding me as her eyes water. Charlotte grabs the base of my cock and slides her hand over it in unison with her bobbing head as I lean back against the railing and moan.

  Watching her take every inch of my girth inside her mouth is almost enough to make me explode. The way she’s worshipping me as her tits bounce slightly with each pump of her hand. The way her eyes look up to me for approval. She’s the perfect mix of the good girl who’s bad just for me.

  “Mmmm,” she swirls her tongue around my shaft and flickers it over the tip as I thrust forward, burying myself deeper in her mouth. The vibrations of her groans are almost too much, I’m gonna cum fast if she does that again. But I’m not done with her yet. I need to be inside her. I need to fuck her. It’s not a desire. It’s the instinct of a feral man who can only be tamed by her touch.

  “Come here,” I step back and release myself from the suction of her mouth, instantly regretting my choice. Now that I’ve lost her lips around me, sucking me off, my need to fuck her just became more intense.

  I lift her from the floor. “I’ve got to have you now,” I lay her on the bed and she nods.

  “I want to feel you. All of you, Connor. Don’t worry about the condoms, they don’t matter, just fuck me.”

  “Are you sure?” I’m not looking for her to change her mind, but there’s a small part of my rational brain that is still working.

  “I’m sure,” she purrs.

  I lie her on her back and grab my cock by the base, sliding it in her juices as she squirms beneath me.

  “Put it in me, I need you,” she cries as I tease her.

  I smile and grab her feet, throwing one over each of my shoulders as I hold my cock at her entrance and plunge inside her in one deep thrust. I don’t stop until my balls slap up against her ass and she yells my name.

  “Connor! Oh!” She twists her hands in my blanket, clutching the comforter as I pin her to the bed and fuck her hard.

  I bury myself inside her as her pussy clenches and contracts around me, hugging me, pulsing against me, driving me to the edge of my sanity.

  I look down into her eyes and I can see the same swirling emotions reflecting back up at me that I feel inside. It’s as if Charlotte and I were meant for each other. Like all of this was destined to be.

  My nuts lightly slap against her skin with every pump of my hips. I grab her ankles and straighten her legs, holding them out in a V as I fuck her recklessly and relentlessly.

  “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” I begin to pull back.

  “No!” She drags her nails across my back intensifying the pleasure with the pain. “I want you to fill me up, don’t stop! I need to feel you cum inside me,” she begs.

  I know I shouldn’t do it, I know it’s stupid, but I can’t stop myself from bending to her will.

  Holding her ankles tightly, I thrust into her pussy as deep as I can go. Her walls pulse around me, milking me for my seed while she begins to roll her head against the bed and shriek my name.

  I can’t hold back any longer, I root inside her when the first spurt of cum flows from me. I groan loudly, letting go of her legs. I fall forward, pushing my hand under her head and kiss her as my cum splashes off her walls, and I fill her with my seed.

  Little tremors run through me as my orgasm fades and I fall onto the bed fully, rolling to the side and pulling out of Charlotte.

  I pull her onto my chest and draw invisible tattoos on her skin as I begin to drift into a peaceful sleep.

  “I can’t believe you kept my letter,” she murmurs against me.

  “Of course I did,” I mumble as the haze begins to take me over. “You’ve always meant more to me than you thought,” I answer and let my eyelids fall heavily closed as my breathing grows deeper.

  I can’t be sure, it may have been a whisper, or I may have started dreaming, or it could just be the sound of a summer breeze outside playing tricks on my mind, but before the world completely fades away, I thought I heard, “I love you.”

  17

  Charlotte

  Shimmering streaks of sunlight glint across my face making hues of red dance behind my eyelids. I stretch my hands up over my head and take a second to remember how I got into a bed that isn’t my own. I’ve never been the kind of girl who woke up to blurry memories of the man lying next to me in a stranger’s bed. Not that Connor is a stranger. Far from it. A smile kisses my lips and my eyelids flutter open as I roll over and look at how peaceful his face is when he’s sleeping. My fingers draw a line over his jaw, enjoying the soft scruff drag over my skin.

  “Too early,” his voice creaks and he flips onto his back, flopping a pillow over his face.

  I can’t help but laugh as I hear his light snores fill the air. Who knew that someone who spent so much time in the military wouldn’t be a morning person? I figured Connor would be up before the first roosters poked their heads out at dawn to tell the cow farmers to get milking.

  I’ve got to pee. I should get my ass down that ladder. The image of Connor eating my pussy from behind while I clung onto the rails for dear life sweeps through my mind. It’s almost enough to push my thoughts of finding the bathroom out of my head.

  The pregnancy test.

  My stomach does a double backflip and I sit up straight as I feel the blood drain from my face. I never meant to shoplift it, but there was no way I could let Connor see what I was there for. I want to know for certain before I get into all of that with him. Things are complicated enough as it is.

  I know I didn’t mean to steal it, but I’m glad I did. I may have never taken a pregnancy test before, but I know that you’re supposed to use your first pee of the morning. Now is as good a time as any while Connor is sleeping.

  I pad across the loft and make my way down the ladder, quickly grabbing my purse and rushing into the bathroom. As the door clicks shut behind me, my heart pounds
in my chest. I can hear the rhythm of my fear drumming in my ears.

  I lean against the door and open my worn, leather purse, clutching the cardboard box in my hand. It takes an enormous amount of concentration to read the instructions as my thoughts ping-pong back and forth in my brain.

  You’re pregnant. What are you going to do?

  No, you’re not. Don’t be so dramatic.

  Dramatic? Two months without a period isn’t dramatic, but the birth will be.

  Stress can make you miss a period too.

  So does sperm.

  “Fuck!” I hiss at myself giving my head a shake as I fumble with the box and manage to pull one of the tests free.

  It quakes in my hand as I look over at the toilet. “Okay, it takes five minutes to get results. Not too long.” I whisper to myself.

  But it’s long enough that I should probably run the water so Connor thinks I’m getting cleaned up. The less questions I raise for him the better.

  Quickly I run the water and turn on the shower, not caring about whether it’s hot or cold since I won’t be stepping in it. Instead I rush over the toilet and hold the stick between my legs as I pee over the tab.

  There. It’s done. Now I just have to wait.

  I finish peeing and place the plastic cap back over the end, holding my breath as I stare at the small digital screen.

  Five minutes is an eternity when you’re waiting for a little digital readout to tell you what your future holds. One where you carry on as usual and the only thing to figure out is how to make Connor and I work when Marcus is still so angry with him. Or the future with diapers, night feedings and a baby daddy my brother despises.

  I groan as the screen still hasn’t told me my fate. Picking up the test, I give it a little shake, knowing full well it won’t hurry it along, but wishing something would make this all go faster.

  Suddenly the screen begins to morph and the bathroom handle jiggles loudly, making me yelp.

  “Hey Charlotte, you never told me you were taking a shower. That would’ve got me up, I can’t wait to slide the soap all over your…”

  Connor opens the door wide and I freeze in place as his eyes slide over me in confusion, and then lock on to the test on the counter.

  “Is that? Oh no,” he rubs his hand over his dark hair. “Are you?” He steps inside as I step forward to the vanity and we peer down at the screen together, neither one of us breathing.

  I blink but the words I’m reading don’t change. They stay as permanent and real as the baby I’m carrying inside me.

  Pregnant: 6-8 weeks.

  18

  Connor

  “Oh shit,” the words slip out of my mouth before I have a chance to clamp it shut. Behind us the water is running in my shower. I don’t know how to process this. I thought I was coming in here to get her all soaped up and clean so I could get her dirty again.

  She’s pregnant.

  “Is it mine?” I immediately regret asking as I see the pain flicker in her eyes.

  She doesn’t speak, just nods as her eyes fill with tears.

  This isn’t how I pictured any of this going. But that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. I mean, I don’t know the first thing about raising a baby, but people have been doing it for centuries, right? I can learn.

  If that’s what she wants. I don’t even know if she plans to keep it.

  “What are you going to do?” I look back down at the test, part of me waiting to wake up from a vivid, crazy dream.

  “What do you mean? What am I going to do?” Her tone is like a razor’s edge and I glance over at her with surprise.

  “I mean, do you want to keep it?” I try to reach for her hand, but she swats me away. I just want to support her in her decision. I’m all about a woman having the right to do with her body what she wants. I don’t want to go buy a big book of baby names and let myself get excited about being a father if she’s ready to run off to a clinic.

  “A leopard doesn’t change its spots,” she murmurs down at the test as fat tears spill over her cheeks.

  “What? Hey, come here?” I try to pull her into me, but she steps back.

  “I can’t do this right now. I need some time to think,” she rakes her fingers through her hair and looks down at the floor.

  “Of course, that makes sense. Sure, I’ll give you some space,” I step back toward the door.

  “I am going to keep it, Connor,” she searches my face for an argument, but I’m not going to give her one. I get the feeling she’s looking for a fight, but I’m the wrong guy.

  “Then we’ll figure this out. Don’t worry, Charlotte, it’s all going to be fine,” I try to grab her hands but she pulls away again.

  “Fine, yeah, sure,” she chokes on the words. “My brother hates your guts and now I’m pregnant with your child. He’s the only family I have left in this whole world. The only one who was there when our parents were taken from us, and now he’s going to hate me.” Her voice cracks as the tears pour over her face, dripping from her quivering chin.

  “Charlotte, hey, don’t worry about any of that right now. Please? Let’s just get you to a doctor and get a blood test and we’ll figure this thing out bit by bit.”

  “You don’t get it, Connor. I can’t figure this out with you. Not if it means losing the only blood I have left. Marcus is far from perfect, but he’s all I’ve had ever since the accident. If I lose him,” she sobs, “then it’s like losing my parents all over again. It’s like the night the cops showed up at our house and told us that they were gone. That one thread I’ve been hanging on to all these years will be cut,” she rushes past me through the doorframe and begins gathering her clothes.

  “That’s not going to happen. You’re feeling emotional right now, I get that. But I know Marcus, he’s not going to shut you out when you need him. If anything, this will bring us all together,” I hold out my hands as she pulls on her bra and dress.

  “You knew him,” she corrects me. “I’m sorry, Connor, but I need to figure this out. Can you take me back to town? I’ve gotta grab my car and head home.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I begin to search my place for my keys but realize I’m still not wearing a stitch. “Just give me a sec to get dressed,” I race up to the loft and quickly slip into some clothes.

  When I get back downstairs, Charlotte is already waiting in the truck for me, gazing out the window with a thousand mile stare I thought was only reserved for guys who’ve been in battle.

  I put my shoes on and join her in the old beater, hoping to make her smile. “We’re gonna be a great team, Lottie. Don’t worry, this is all going to work out fine.”

  “It’s not fine, Connor. And, I’m not sure if we’re going to make a great team, cause I’m not sure if I can see you anymore,” she doesn’t move her eyes from the passenger side window and I don’t know what to say to that. Only minutes ago I learned that I’m going to be a dad and just like that, poof, it sounds like she might not want me involved at all. It’s all too much to process.

  I turn the key in the ignition and set my jaw as I concentrate on getting the mother of my child back to her car safely. Because once I drop her off there, I’m going to have a little chat with her brother.

  19

  Connor

  The drive back into town is excruciatingly silent. It doesn’t help that my radio is busted in this old dust bucket. It makes every sigh, every fidget against the seat, hell, practically every blink of Charlotte’s long lashes, like a blood curling scream into a cave. The noise is amplified by the emptiness.

  I hit my turn signal and pull into the Lawton’s drug store where I stumbled across Charlotte yesterday. Damn, was that only a day ago? I feel like too much has happened in the last twenty-four hours to reasonably fit into a day. First running into her and finally getting her to give me a chance again, then the epic, all-night sex, only to end up where we started except this time it’s not just about us. Now there’s a baby to think about too.

  That’s
why she was out here, the realization hits me as I stare up at the familiar Lawton’s sign. She wasn’t looking for shampoo, she got that pregnancy test.

  I can’t imagine how long she’s been agonizing over this. How long she’s been carrying this secret. “Hey,” I bring the truck to a halt and look over at her, but she won’t meet my eyes. “Listen, are you sure you want to go home and deal with Marcus right now? I can go with you and we can tell him together if you think that will soften the blow. Maybe he and I can bury the hatchet.” I slide my hand over her shoulder and she shakes her head silently.

  “No, he’s not even home right now. He’s got a men’s group at St. Peter’s tonight so I know he’s at the church getting ready. I’m good, Connor,” she finally meets my eyes. Her bottom lids are rimmed red from her worry and tears. I want to pull her into me, to run my hand over her hair and whisper promises about how I’m going to make this all okay, but I know she needs some space.

  “I just want some time alone to think, that’s all,” her voice is flat as she twists her hands together. “Please, just let me figure out how to talk to Marcus. I’m not shutting you out or shutting us down, but I just need to get my head on straight first.” Charlotte searches my face.

  “Of course.” What else can I say? What else can I do? I can’t believe I’m the same man who led a SEAL team into dangerous firefights. It’s painful to sit back and feebly watch my life take shape without having any say in the outcome. Frustration roils in my gut as I watch Charlotte slip out of my truck and slam the door shut behind her without saying goodbye.

  She settles behind the wheel of her car and my eyes narrow and I grit my teeth together as I make my way back out onto the road home.

  I can’t believe I’ve found someone so perfect for me and now it all hangs in the balance because of an old, stupid grudge. I don’t even know if I’m going to be a part of my baby’s life, all because of something that happened on our fucking prom night fourteen years ago?