Knocked Up by the Master: A BDSM Secret Baby Romance Page 27

  “Waterslides?” asks Aubrey.

  I personally could go either way as far as waterslides are concerned, but if it means getting to see Aubrey in a bathing suit, I’m all for it. “Let’s do it. Give us a couple minutes to get changed,” I say.

  Ten minutes later, we’re all on the top deck. Roxanne is down below while Sophie, Aubrey, and I wait in line. We’re standing on a curved staircase that leads up to the tallest of the three slides on the boat. Aubrey and Sophie are talking together in low, secretive tones, and I’m glad to see some of the iciness Sophie first showed toward Aubrey when I announced our engagement has thawed.

  I’m also glad to see the most amazing fucking view of Aubrey’s ass imaginable. She has an ass made for fucking and being admired. The little black bikini she wears hugs her body perfectly, even giving me a glimpse of the shape of her pussy between her legs when she moves to take a step higher. Am I being a creep for getting an eyeful while she’s distracted? Maybe. But I figure I deserve a medal for not taking her back in the room when I know a few words could’ve changed her mind. If they give the purple heart for soldiers, I guess they could give me the blue ball medal for the testament of willpower I endured.

  Besides, I’ve caught Aubrey guiltily glancing at my body plenty of times, even in the short trip up from our room to the waterslides she must have snuck at least a dozen glances at my chest and abs. So really, it’s all fair game. And if she wants to think of herself as my girlfriend now, then I have even more of a right.

  I grin to myself, thinking how out of character it is for me to be locked in an internal struggle to justify looking at a woman’s ass. The old me wouldn’t have given two shits. Ever since the divorce, women have just been a diversion to me.

  Now though… Aubrey is changing me, and fast. Frighteningly fast. But I can’t help thinking all the ways I’m changing are for the better, that the man I’m becoming is a better man for my daughter, and even for my mother. She’s making a husband out of me, and instead of scaring the shit out of me like that might have even a few weeks ago, it excites me.

  The slide is surprisingly tall for something mounted on the top of a boat. Sophie looks down once we reach the top and gulps dramatically. The lifeguard is a bored looking teenager, who waves for her to step up to the slide.

  “We’ll be down right after you, Soph,” I say.

  She looks over her shoulder, forehead crinkling with worry. “Daddy, I’m scared.”

  I take a step toward her, reaching to comfort her and help her walk back down, but then she sticks her tongue out suddenly.

  “Sucker!” she laughs, slinging herself down the slide and disappearing in a mist of churning water.

  Aubrey and I laugh. Aubrey looks to me and grins. “I’m actually scared, Liam. These things terrify me.”

  “I’ll just have to go down with you then,” I say. “C’mon.”

  The lifeguard sighs. “One at a time please.”

  Aubrey moves to step back, but I push her forward. “Go!” I shout. “What are they going to do, turn the boat around?”

  We laugh as we rush past the lifeguard and Aubrey sits between my legs at the top of the slide. I push us down just before the lifeguard reaches us and we are plunged into a dark tunnel of swirling water. The slide propels us forward faster than I expected, sending us around a series of sharp turns and down surprising drops. We round one last corner before going into an arcing drop that shoots us into a pool of chest-deep water, where we tumble together and I’m given a harsh lesson on why only one rider is supposed to go down at a time.

  When we crashed into the water, Aubrey must have spun around from the impact and brought her knees up, because something very hard and painful collided with my balls. It’s all I can do not to sink to the bottom of the pool and give up on life right there. Somehow I manage to swim to the shallow end of the pool where I can double over and then fall to my ass.

  “Oh my God, are you okay?” asks Aubrey.

  Sophie crowds in behind her, followed by Roxanne, who wheels up to the edge of the water.

  “I’ll be good,” I groan.

  “Did I hurt you?” asks Aubrey. “Let me see.”

  “I can show you tonight. But this isn’t exactly the place,” I say.

  Aubrey’s eyes widen and she nods quickly. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

  “What happened, Daddy? Did you hurt your cojones?”

  I frown. “Where did you learn that?”

  “Spanish is the second most common language in the US, Daddy.”

  I sigh, not feeling like I have the energy to get into a battle of words with my daughter right now, so I just wave my hand in submission. “I’m going to head back to the room and ice my cojones,” I say.

  I’m headed back to my room when a familiar face catches my eye. I do a double take, turning in the lobby that leads to the elevator. The man sees me notice him and tries to rush out to the deck of the boat. I’m on him before he can leave though, pressing him into the wall with my forearm. It’s Aubrey’s fucking ex-boyfriend. Jake.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, ignoring the surprised gasps of people hurrying away from the altercation or gathering around to watch.

  “What?” asks Jake, face already turning red. “I’m not allowed to enjoy a fucking vacation?”

  “Not this vacation,” I growl, pressing harder until his face begins to turn purple. I let the panic settle into his eyes and give him a few seconds to wonder if I’m actually going to just throttle him to death right here in front of all these people, then I let go.

  Jake crumples to the ground, grasping his throat and coughing.

  “Hey, man,” says a guy from the growing crowd who steps toward me. “You can’t just--”

  But all I see is red right now. This fucker followed us on the boat somehow and he thinks he’s going to get his hands on Aubrey. The man from the crowd puts his hand on my shoulder and I spin reflexively, cracking him across the jaw with a left hook. His head snaps back and he tilts backward like a felled tree, crashing to the ground with a thump.

  I wince. Probably shouldn’t have done that, but fuck it. Right now I can’t really make myself care. I turn back to Jake, who is struggling to his feet now.

  “How did you know we’d be on this cruise?” I ask.

  Jake sneers. “You threw away the receipts and put out the trash. The paper was sitting right on top like a nicely wrapped little present. So I figured, what the hell, the Keys are nice this time of year.”

  “You figured what the hell,” I repeat softly, advancing on him. He has the good sense to take a half step back. “Why not? Right?” I ask.

  He swallows hard, and I can see he’s thinking about taking a shot at me.

  “I’m why not,” I say. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare. And that girl you are stalking is my fiancée. The sooner you get that through your stupid fucking head the sooner we can move past this. Because if you so much as lay a finger on her, I will rip you to pieces with my bare fucking hands, so help me God. Am I making myself clear?”

  Jake nods, but the way his jaw is set and the way his eyes bore defiantly into me tells me he’s still not cowed. Not completely.

  “Jake?” asks a familiar voice. I turn to see Aubrey, Sophie, and Roxanne pushing a path through the crowd.

  “Aubrey…” he says quietly. “You look gorgeo--”

  Jake is on the ground before my brain catches up with what happened. My left fist still throbs from cracking the asshole who tried to step in from the crowd across the jaw. My balls also ache, and now my right fist burns too, and I see the already reddening patch of skin on Jake’s cheek. I punched him. A straight, blinding jab to the face that took the strength from his legs.

  “Liam!” shouts Aubrey, who comes to my side and tries to hold me back. “He’s not worth it. Come on.”

  I feel some of the fury slip from me and scan the crowd for the first time. I’m about to turn to leave when my eyes settle on fucking Linda
McCroy from Child Protective Services. She sees me noticing her and winks, holding up her clipboard and giving it an approving nod, like she just got all she needed.

  “You too?” I ask, advancing on her. “Did I send a fucking invitation out announcing we were coming on this cruise? How much is she fucking paying you?”

  Linda gives me an obnoxiously arrogant little smirk. “Enough to keep my ear to the ground. I needed to work on my tan, anyway,” she says in a self-satisfied tone, like she has just won and she knows it.

  Jake gets to his feet and shakes off the punch, skulking away, but not before shooting us a meaningful look over his shoulder. The crowd disperses, and I’m left with sore balls, sore fists, and a sickening certainty in my gut that I just ruined everything.

  33

  Aubrey

  Liam leans back on the bed with his fingers threaded behind his neck, staring at the ceiling despondently. I hate seeing him this way, even though I know he probably is right to assume what he did in front of Linda is going to end up hurting him in a big way in court. One way or another though, we’re still on this boat for two more days, so I rack my brain thinking of a way to cheer him up.

  I sit beside him on the bed and can’t help noticing how good he looks, even when he’s brooding. Maybe especially when he’s brooding. His hair is in slight disarray, but it only seems to make the sharp power of his features all the more striking. It’s one of the few times I’ve seen him in casual clothes--a t-shirt and his swim trunks from earlier--but he manages to make the simple outfit look like something you’d see on a mannequin in a department store. His broad shoulders stretch the simple white t-shirt over the carved lines of his arms and chest.

  “You know,” I say carefully. “If the worst case scenario happens and Julianne does manage to get custody of Sophie, it doesn’t mean you can’t fight it. How long do you think she could really stand up to scrutiny by child protective services? What’s to stop you from doing exactly what she’s doing to you now?”

  “Maybe,” he says, “but do I really want my daughter’s childhood to turn into a fucking tug of war?”

  I sigh. “Good point. I just think if she’s proven negligent, they’d be much less likely to even consider giving her Sophie back. You have years and years with Sophie, so I think a slip up here and there won’t be held against you as much as it would against Julianne.”

  “Maybe,” he says again, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

  “Let’s go out and do some fun cruise stuff. I know it’s probably the last thing you want to do right now, but that’s exactly why you should. Sitting here brooding isn’t going to help anything. But if you can be your normal self for the rest of the cruise, maybe even Linda McCroy would be forced to admit you’re not so bad after all.”

  “Slim chance,” he says.

  “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll get over the fact that Jake took his stalking to a whole new level by following me on this boat if you can do your best to put on a happy face for Sophie. You think she wants her dad to be bummed for the whole trip?”

  “Fair enough. Fine. Let’s go see what this boat has to offer.”

  It doesn’t happen right away, but minute by minute, Liam loosens up. Soon he’s flashing his usual smirks and making me laugh as we make our way around the boat, using it to the fullest. The night passes in a blur of laughter, smiles, innocent and not-so-innocent touches, and a growing realization that something is happening between us, something more than chance or pretend or convenience. Something as real as the wood beneath my feet is there, and it’s already so strong that it scares me.

  We play a little game of reverse shoplifting at one of the boat’s clothing stores, we watch a song and dance show, we lose a couple hundred dollars in the casino, we share the jacuzzi on the adults only deck, and we end the night playing bingo with the retirees. Somehow Liam ends up having to stand in for the lady who was calling out the winners, a job which he was apparently born to do because he has me and everyone in the room completely charmed and with sore faces from smiling by the time we’re done.

  We end our night by sneaking into the mini golf course, which is closed after midnight, and sitting inside the little castle on the course with drinks from the bar. I got some ridiculously big martini with orange slices and a salted rim. Liam is drinking a glass of bourbon, leaning his head back against the wall and giving me sinful looks between sips.

  “Thank you,” I say. My leg is draped over his as I tilt my head up to look at him where he sits beside me.

  “For what?” he asks. “I should be thanking you. This was probably more fun than I would’ve had glaring at the ceiling all night.”

  I laugh. “Well. My thank you still stands. That’s the most fun I’ve ever had. When I’m with you, I just feel… Ugh,” I say, laughing at myself. “Nevermind. It would sound stupid.”

  “Nothing you could say would sound stupid to me,” he says huskily.

  The simple sentence makes my skin tingle. It’s not so much what he says, but the way he looks at me as he says it. I’m perfect in his eyes. I don’t know how I know, but his expression and the tone of his voice says it all. There’s such a freedom in the realization that I could kiss him with relief--or lust.

  “I was just going to say I feel… right when I’m with you. Like there has always been this little piece of me that was missing, and every time I’ve been with a guy they never fit into that empty space right. But with you, it’s like I’m whole.” I laugh again, blushing. “Still think I can’t say anything stupid?”

  He answers me with a kiss that takes my breath away. It’s tender and soft and warm. The power of it makes my muscles feel like warm butter. He pulls back a few inches to look into my eyes. “I feel the same way.”

  I bite my lip. “You know,” I say. “I kind of poured my heart out there, and all you’re going to do is say,” I lower my voice, doing my best imitation of him. “Yeah. Me too.”

  He grins. “Would you feel better to know I’ve never felt this way about a woman? Not Julianne before we were married. Not any woman since. You feel real. You’re great for Sophie and my mom, and hell, you’re great for me.”

  I kiss him, not without realizing it’s the first time I’ve ever initiated a kiss with him, and that small difference sets my heart pounding.

  “I can’t believe you,” I whisper after I’ve kissed him.

  “Well you better believe me,” he chuckles.

  “No,” I say. “I mean. You. I can’t believe you happened to me. You’re too good to be true. I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

  He shakes his head. “Me too.”

  I laugh, looking down. “Jerk.”

  His hands are on me, urging me down to the ground. His mouth crashes into mine and my world is warmth and the sweet taste of him and the scent of his skin. I’m being carried away on the wave of the moment, as powerless to stop it as I am unwilling to.

  Somehow his shirt is off, and my pants are down around my thighs. His hand is tugging at them, urging them farther down. Neither of us are willing to end the kiss, and we kiss each other hungrily, desperately. Hands roam bare skin, tearing clothing free wherever it’s found and breaths mingling, hearts pounding together.

  I’ve never felt so connected to another person. It’s like I know his thoughts from the sensation of his hands and his mouth against me. I love you, his hands seem to say as they clutch the back of my neck as if unwilling to ever let me go. I need you, his body seems to say as it grinds into mine, seeking friction.

  It’s happening, I realize. The thought punches through the daze of passion that seems to blur everything else. Twenty-four years a virgin and tonight it’s going to change. He’s going to claim that part of me I’ve held back my whole life, the part of myself I’ve valued so highly I never thought to let anybody claim it until now. I feel none of the regret or doubt I thought I would feel though. All I feel is a tingling certainty that this is right. This is the man I am supposed to give my virginity to. This
is how it is supposed to happen.

  He looms over me, hand planted on the artificial turf beside my head so that the muscles in his arm stand out sharply, powerfully. His bare torso is a study in perfection. There isn’t an ounce of fat on him, and every movement sets new groups of muscles flexing and on proud display. I let my hands explore him, feeling no shame in my desperation to touch and experience every last bulge of muscle and crease between his abs. I’m shocked by the ferocity of his strength. He’s gentle enough with me, but I can feel the potential energy practically begging to explode from the muscles just beneath his smooth, tanned skin.

  Somewhere between kisses and heavy petting and grinding, we both managed to get completely naked. It’s the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of a man--or beneath a man in this case--and surprisingly, I don’t feel ashamed or self-conscious with Liam. I know he has probably been with women who look better naked than me, but I know I don’t need to feel ashamed. I can feel it in his caress. I’m perfect to him. All he could want, and all he needs.

  There’s a heat and wetness between my legs like I’ve never felt. My core pulses, each beat of my heart sending a fresh burst of need to my center, and I think the only way I’ll calm it is with him inside me. But he doesn’t seem to want to give me what I want just yet.

  “You want my cock?” he asks, parting from our kiss just long enough to rasp the words into my neck.

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  “You’ll get it. You’ll get all you can handle, sweetheart. But not before I taste you.”

  I don’t even have time to register his words before he’s kissing a warm path down my skin, stopping to pay special attention to my nipples. He traces a circular path around my areolas with his tongue causing the sensitive peaks to instantly harden for him. I arch my back and a soft moan slips from my mouth.