Knocked Up by the Master: A BDSM Secret Baby Romance Page 32

We all laugh, and it’s just one of countless moments that night and for the nights to come that make me stop and wonder how I got so lucky. Sophie pulls what must be a warm piece of lettuce from her pocket and feeds it to the small turtle in her lap. She winks at me when I look over to watch.

  I smile, knowing I can never tell her how I literally had to get on my knees and beg her father to get her that turtle. I can’t tell her because I wasn’t begging with words, and I enjoyed the hell out of it. Over the weeks since the trial I’ve begun to wonder how I went so long without sex. Granted, Liam seems to have a mastery over his body and my own that I can’t imagine any other man possessing, so maybe I should rephrase. I’ve begun to wonder how I went so long without having sex with Liam.

  More than that, I don’t know how I lived without him. It may sound melodramatic, but being with him has made me realize that I was a shell of a woman. I have everything I could ever want now. Even though Roxanne will always remind me of my mother, I’ve found an acceptance in her passing I never had before. She has moved on and she’s in a better place. I don’t know if I could really believe that until now, and I don’t know what flipped the switch. But I feel it with a rock-hard certainty.

  Liam was also nice enough to give Donna a job cleaning his pool. Of course, she knows next to nothing about cleaning the pool, and he still pays for a professional service to come by once a week. In reality, it was just a way for him to give her money and give her an excuse to come over and spend time with me. Neither of us are complaining about the arrangement.

  It makes me feel a little cruel to say, but I’m also immensely relieved to have learned that Jake wound up in prison. When they went to arrest him, he resisted and tried to stab one of the officers, which landed him an immediate sentence of fifteen years. When he stands trial for the other charges against him, he could end up in jail for the rest of his life, too.

  Julianne was found guilty of all the charges against her, and is now serving a ten year sentence. It turns out her boy-toy, Pierre, was also embezzling money from her, which got him thrown behind bars too. For her part, Sophie is taking it all better than expected.

  I pull her aside on a warm afternoon while we’re out by the pool, sitting down so our feet can be cooled by the water.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  “Yep,” says Sophie, who sets her turtle down and watches him scuttle into the water and start paddling around.

  “I mean, like, are you okay with everything?

  She shrugs. “Yep. I know daddy tried to protect me from seeing what Julianne was really like and what she thought of me, but I knew a long time ago. I think he wanted to fix her for me, but I never wanted that. Does that make me a bad person?” she asks with a sudden sincerity. “I didn’t want him to fix her. I didn’t want to forgive her. Not ever.”

  “No,” I say carefully. “I think it’s your right to decide who you forgive and who you don’t. Sometimes people can really suck. You can think you know them and they can surprise you in the worst ways. When that happens, I think it’s okay to decide not to forgive them.”

  “Are you talking about Jake, too?” she asks.

  I laugh, surprised, as usual, by how perceptive she is for such a young girl. “Maybe, yeah. Maybe a little.”

  “Thank you,” she says. “You’re always honest with me,” she says the last sweetly and casually, kicking her toes in the water and watching the waterfall trickle down the rocks leading to the pool. “Aubrey?” she asks.

  “Yeah?”

  “When you and daddy get married, would it be weird if I started calling you mom?”

  Tears well in my eyes and a smile pulls at my mouth. I put my arm around her shoulder and she rests her head against me as I let the tears fall down my cheeks. “No, sweetie. I would love that.”

  Epilogue

  Three Months Later

  Aubrey

  Liam let me pick all the details of our wedding and even though I knew we could have had some kind of extravagant affair, I chose to keep it simple. Having our ceremony on the little beach where Liam proposed for real is perfect. We took a family cruise to get back to the Keys, and it was every bit as special as the first time, if not more-so. Linda McCroy and Jake were notably absent this time, which, I have to say, was a clear improvement. The only new addition to our party is Donna, who is sitting across from me in one of the ship’s dining halls. Liam is coordinating some sort of super secret with Sophie and Roxanne that I’m apparently not allowed to know anything about, so Donna and I have the afternoon together, just like old times.

  “Donna,” I say, looking at the plate in front of her. “You know no mortal being could possibly eat that much food, right?”

  She scowls. “Hey, have a little sensitivity, brat. My best friend is pregnant. Do you have any idea how hungry that makes me?”

  I smirk. “At least you still consider me your best friend,” I say, instinctively pressing a hand to my slightly swollen belly. It’s still early and I’m not really showing, but I can feel the beginning of the bump forming. I’m in the awkward stage of pregnancy where it just looks like I’ve taken up a sudden ice cream eating hobby and don’t plan to slow down.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” she asks before shoving a mini tuna sandwich in her mouth.

  “I don’t know, because I don’t spend as much time with you anymore?” I ask.

  “Girl,” she says, swallowing her mouthful. “First of all, I’d bitch slap you for implying we’ll ever not be besties, but you’re pregnant, and if I have one rule to live by, it’s to never hit a man with glasses, a pregnant woman, or a person in a wheelchair--I mean, unless it’s your scary mother-in-law, because I think she could take a bitch slap like a champ.”

  “That’s big of you,” I mutter.

  “Secondly,” she says, raising her voice to drown me out. “If you were spending as much time with me as before even though you are sleeping next to the billion dollar cock--”

  “Please don’t talk about Liam’s cock,” I say, smirking.

  “Aub,” she says dryly. “This is purely hypothetical cock. I’ve obviously never seen the thing, but if you wanted to fill me in with a description, maybe a police sketch or something so I know what we’re dealing with--”

  She stops short when I lob a wet noodle at her forehead. It bounces off and lands on her plate, leaving a smear of italian dressing on her forehead. She raises her eyebrows, looks down at the noodle, pops it in her mouth, and then wipes her forehead. “Well,” she says in a falsely dignified voice. “If I had known I was going to have lunch with a chimpanzee, I wouldn’t have bothered to wear pants.”

  “All I’m saying,” I say, “is that I’m really happy we’re still friends. Best friends,” I add.

  “Me too,” she says, looking down at her plate with a grimace. “You might have been right. This was way too much food. Why didn’t you stop me? You know I can’t be trusted to make responsible decisions when this much food is involved.”

  I grin. “That’s part of being your mommy,” I say sweetly. “I’ve got to let my little girl make her own mistakes and learn from them.”

  “Oh, you’re my mommy now?” asks Donna. “Because I make a special exception for hitting family members who wear glasses, are pregnant, or are in wheelchairs.” She stands up quickly, rushing toward me.

  I run away, laughing and not caring that everyone in the dining hall is staring at us as she chases me around, catches me from behind, and starts play slapping my cheeks while I try to kick free.

  Liam

  I stand on the beach where I proposed to Aubrey and it’s exactly how I remembered. The day is warm and sunny even though it’s November. I told Aubrey she could have whatever kind of wedding she wanted, and she wanted it to be here, with as few people as possible. I only brought Sophie and Roxanne, while she just brought her friend, Donna.

  I stand beside the pastor, who wears casual clothes as he holds his bible, smiling as we wait for Aubrey to emerge. Donna waits a little ahea
d of me in her bridesmaids dress, waiting patiently.

  We had a tent set up by the rocks for her to make the final touches to her hair, makeup, and dress. We also had a beautiful wooden archway set up where flowers are hanging. Sophie drew a little path in the sand for Aubrey to walk from the tent to where I’m waiting for her, and she lined the entire path with the shark teeth she found.

  Aubrey took my breath away the first time I ever saw her, and she takes my breath away now when she steps from the tent. Her brown hair is done into curls that bounce over her shoulders as she walks toward me, smiling wide. She wears a simple white dress that looks impossibly beautiful on her, and I swell with pride when I see the slightest bulge in her stomach and know our baby is growing there.

  Before Aubrey can walk by herself toward me though, Sophie pushes my mother’s chair beside her and starts to follow Aubrey down the path. Aubrey takes my mother’s hand and smiles down at her, tears brimming in her eyes as she realizes my mother is standing in as her family member and “giving her away” to me. I thought it might make today more special for her, and it seems I was right.

  My mom stops her chair a few yards away from me and Aubrey leans down to kiss her cheek. Sophie and my mother hang back a little, watching and smiling as the pastor begins the ceremony.

  He walks us through our vows while we hold hands and gaze into each other’s eyes. When he asks Sophie to come forward with the ring, I’m surprised to see two rings in her hands. She looks uncertainly to Aubrey, who smiles back at her, clearly confused about what’s going on. The pastor gives a knowing smile to Aubrey and my mother though.

  “Aubrey,” says Sophie, holding up a simple silver ring. “When you marry my dad you’re kind of marrying us,” she says, motioning to my mother. “And I think some kids might be mad about that, but um--” she fumbles with the ring and holds it out toward Aubrey. “Grandma and I are really happy, and I wanted to give you something because we say yes too.”

  Aubrey bends down and hugs Sophie tightly, letting the tears fall freely from her cheeks. When she pulls back, Sophie slips the ring on her finger and hands me Aubrey’s wedding band before going back toward my mother, whom she high fives discreetly.

  The pastor motions for me to put the ring over Aubrey’s finger. We say our “I do’s” before we kiss, and then we have a small dinner with the five of us. It all passes in a blur of smiles, laughter, and happiness. It’s a kind of happiness I never thought I’d find. A happiness I never thought I’d deserve. And every time I look at the woman beside me, I know I’m the luckiest man alive, because nobody should deserve to have the life I have now, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give any of them up.

  40

  Extended Epilogue

  Aubrey

  I begin what has become my morning ritual ever since the wedding. I watch Liam King, my husband, get ready in the morning and enjoy every moment of it. I run through the list of unbelievables. He’s mine. Every single scorching hot inch of muscle and charm and arrogant swagger is all mine. He loves me. I love him. Best of all, his baby is growing inside me. Our baby.

  I think maybe if I keep going over these little facts every day, they will eventually start to seem real, and the distant fear that I’m going to wake up and realize this was all a dream will fade.

  The only sour note in our honeymoon is how much I already miss Sophie, Roxanne, and Donna. I’ve never been out of the country, let alone away for more than a few days, and we’ve already been gone a week.

  I’m four months pregnant now, and definitely showing. We had to rush a little to take this trip before I was so pregnant that I’d be into the sore back and swollen feet stage, but so far it has been perfect. My last episode of morning sickness was weeks ago, and other than occasional hot flashes and some minor mood swings, I’ve been blessed with an incredibly easy pregnancy so far.

  “I have a little surprise for you today,” says Liam.

  “Last time you said that, the surprise was not little,” I say, eyeing the outline of his cock against the briefs he wears.

  He smirks, “Now, if my sweetheart wants that kind of surprise, I think we have time.”

  I quirk an eyebrow at him, leaning back on my elbows. I haven’t had a whole lot of practice as the whole seduction thing, and I clearly still need work, because Liam chuckles.

  “Tell you what,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you today, but not here. I’m going to take you when you least expect it.”

  I bite my lip, feeling an immediate surge of heat rush to my core. “That sounds kind of scary.”

  “Yeah?” he asks, crawling onto the bed and planting his strong hands on either side of my head. “You probably should be scared, because I already know where I want to have that tight pussy of yours.”

  I blush, unable to look away from his gorgeous green eyes. “Let’s get going then,” I say, “I don’t know how long I can wait.”

  “Twenty two years a virgin and now you can’t even wait a couple hours?”

  “Hours?” I groan.

  He pulls me up to a sitting position and kisses me tenderly, but the tenderness quickly turns ravenous. My hands grip his back and explore his broad shoulders. I try to pull him back down to me but he straightens, grinning obnoxiously. “Nice try, sweetheart. If you want to fuck, you’re going to have to play along.”

  Europe is more beautiful than I expected. We’ve already passed through Italy and Rome, and last night we stayed at a little bed and breakfast in Germany. We’ve been traveling around by train, and it turns out long train rides in private rooms with Liam are every bit as enjoyable as I might have guessed. I’ll grant that I don’t have much experience--okay, any experience--in this, but Liam seems to have an abnormally high sex drive, which suits me just fine.

  Any time the two of us get a moment alone, it’s like we’re starving for each other. I was keeping a vague mental count of how many times we’d slept together at first, but I lost count somewhere between Italy and Rome.

  We spend our morning in Cologne, Germany seeing the sights and just walking together hand in hand. We take a tour of the Cologne Cathedral, which is apparently a symbol of Gothic architecture. Whatever they call it, it’s beautiful, but not beautiful enough to distract me from Liam, who can’t seem to keep his hands off me. Every time the tour group turns a corner and leaves us alone he’s pinning me to a wall and kissing me like it’s our last moment alive, his hands hungry for my bare skin. We were even nearly caught when the tour group had to backtrack and they were seconds from catching him with his hand up my shirt.

  After the Cathedral we take a romantic, slow boat ride on the Rhine river, where we have the entire boat to ourselves because Liam bought out all the tickets.

  “You don’t think that was a little excessive?” I ask as we stand on the upper deck looking out over the city of Cologne from the water and the way the cathedral towers above it all.

  “Maybe,” he says. “But when it comes to my wife, nothing really seems excessive.”

  I make a face at him, trying not to grin. “It’s not fair that you can say cheesy lines like that and still make me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

  “It’s not fair that you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says softly, taking my chin with his thumb and forefinger and planting a kiss on my lips that takes my breath away.

  “That’s exactly what I mean,” I say a little breathlessly. “You should have to work harder.”

  He smirks, looking out over the city. “I’ve got something planned for you that was a lot of hard work. Just wait.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “I can’t tell if that’s a euphemism for your… you know.”

  “My rock hard cock?” he asks, still smirking. “No. You’re going to get that, too. But I have another surprise planned.”

  I bite my lip. “Is this where you wanted to do me?” I ask, looking around the ship that’s completely empty except for the captain who is tucked away in a room somewhere driving the boat.

  “D
o you?” he asks. “I love that you’re still so innocent you don’t want to say fuck,” he says.

  I make a defiant face. “Is this where you wanted to fuck me?”

  “Goddamn, sweetheart,” he says. “I had other plans, but you’re sexy whether you’re talking dirty or being the innocent wife. Keep it up and I’ll have to get a little taste before I intended.”

  I waggle my eyebrows, feeling the spontaneous seductiveness from a moment ago slipping into my usual, awkward self. “Want to fuck me?” I ask again, but without the conviction to keep Liam from laughing.

  “God I love you,” he says, pulling me into a hug as I make a pouting face at my failure to seduce him. “You can be so fucking adorable. You know that?”

  “Yeah,” I say dryly. “Except I was trying to seduce the pants off you.”

  He laughs. “Trust me, even your worst attempts work magic on me. I’m just particularly motivated today to have you the way I want. I had a dream about it and I’ll be damned if I don’t live it out today.”

  “Oh?” I ask. “Want to tell me about it?”

  “Nah,” he says. “Unless we can talk about the dream you were having when you humped my leg in your sl--”

  His voice cuts short as I press my hand to his lips. “You promised,” I say, glaring.

  He smiles, but mimics sealing his lips and throwing away a key.

  Liam

  I get off the phone to make sure everything is still going according to plan and then slip out of the restroom to find Aubrey waiting for me. We’re in the countryside outside Cologne, where the hills seem to roll endlessly out of sight, and everything is covered in green. It’s a rare sunny day, and the weather is warm but not hot. It’s perfect, and so is my wife.

  I smirk, pulling her to me and stealing a few kisses. It still blows my fucking mind how much she affects me. Even the slightest touch sends chills through my body. Thinking about taking her stiffens my cock, no matter how recently I’ve had her. Best of all, thinking of the baby growing inside her and how incredible she is with Sophie warms my heart. She’s going to be an incredible mother. Hell, she already is. I can’t wait to raise a family with her.