Page 68 of Babydaddy To Go

Alyssa nods, a smile wreathing her beautiful face.

“Count on it,” she murmurs. “Is that something you want?”

In a moment, I’m on my knees at her side.

“Sweetheart, you’ve given me such an amazing gift,” I breathe, putting both of my hands on her burgeoning mound. “A baby. Holy shit. I mean, I just can’t … No, I can. I want this child. I want to be your babydaddy, Alyssa.”

She giggles again, her cheeks turning pink.

“You’re more than that to me, Nate. You’re my fiancé, my lover, my soon to be husband, and a father-to-be as well. You’re going to be a wonderful babydaddy.”

I bend to press my lips to her stomach as gratitude and well-being flow through my veins. Holy shit. It’s really happening. I’m engaged to a beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent girl, and now she’s having my child. I’ve been doubly blessed, and I kiss her again.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” I rasp in a hoarse voice. “This is the best gift ever.”

Alyssa looks at me with tears in her eyes.

“No, Nate. You and the baby together are the best gift ever. You’ve changed my life, and with a child on the way, I know we’ll never be apart again.”

Tears rise in my throat and my voice feels choked. Instead, I merely lean forward to seize her plump pink lips with my own because it’s true. With this woman at my side, nothing can go wrong.

25

Alyssa

Friday

Ican’t stop staring at the newest piece of jewelry on my hand.

Nate leads me to his car behind the restaurant. Though we rode here in the limo, Nate planned ahead. He wanted us to have privacy on the drive home. Of course, not having a driver means that Nate has to watch the road, but that doesn’t stop his hands from wandering over my body.

He squeezes my thigh and slowly moves it higher and higher until it’s beneath the hem of my dress.

“I can’t wait to see the thong,” he whispers without taking his eyes off the road.

I moan as his fingers dance around my center but never actually make contact. He knows exactly how to turn me on, and the drive home is torture. Based on the tension in Nate’s slacks, he’s feeling it too.

What feels like hours later, but really was only about ten minutes, we’re pulling into the giant garage. But I don’t have a chance to climb out of the car because Nate unbuckles his seatbelt and pounces. His lips are on my lips, my neck, my chest… anywhere he can reach in the front seat of a sports car.

His fingers return to their pursuit of my thong, driving me crazy. Those clever digits find the string and pull it up tight against my clit, making me squeal.

“Oh!” is my helpless gasp. “Oh god!”

He grins.

“Shh, sweetheart. Don’t worry, Daddy’s coming.”

Nate bolts out of the car and strides to my side, hauling me out of the vehicle. I expect him to drag me up to the bedroom, but instead he pushes me up against the wall and kisses me in earnest.

His kisses are almost overwhelming, but I can handle it. He sends fireworks across my skin with every touch of his fingers. My chest pushes against his, nipples hardening beneath my bra.

But I can’t be the only one getting pleasure tonight. My hand slips between us and grasps the outline of his hardness. Oh god, it’s monstrous. I’ve felt it in me before, but the same insecurities start all over again. How will I fit him inside? He’s so huge that it’s not going to work. But Nate moans against my neck, oblivious to my thoughts, when I squeeze.

“Alyssa,” he rasps. “Keep doing that and I might explode right here.”

“Good,” I whisper sassily into his ear. “I’d like some man juice to lick, right here right now.”

A gleam comes to those blue eyes, and with my hand still wrapped around him through his pants, Nate takes the opportunity to lift my dress to my waist and finally lays eyes on the thong that has been taunting him all night.