Wiser (17 page)

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “I know you couldn’t resist.”

“You got me there,” he said, his voice making me think that he was a little serious.

I blushed. “Will you hand me that sheet?”

“Of course,” Dan said, reaching toward the table. He kept his eyes averted, handing it back to me.

I put the jeans on an adjacent chair and wrapped the sheet around me before pulling my panties off and dropping them with my jeans. I turned back to Dan, but he had his back firmly to me.

“I’m really sorry, Blue,” he said as he helped me sit on the table. “That was a violation of your trust.”

“Oh, stop,” I said, waving him off. “It was funny. And besides,” I bit my lip, feeling racy, “I don’t mind.”

Dan looked at me, his eyes staring directly into my soul, but was kept from responding by the obstetrician entering.

More agonizingly embarrassing things followed, but I was comfortable soon enough, swaddled in the sheet and staring at the screen.

“Okay,” the doctor said. “We’re looking right at your baby, sweetie. See that little arm, there? The baby’s waving at his mama and papa.”

I glanced away from the screen for a moment to look at Dan. Would it be awkward to correct the doctor and tell her that Dan wasn’t the father? He smiled so kindly at me that I bit my tongue and looked back at the screen.

There it was. There was the life that I’d helped create, right on the screen in front of me. My baby.

I inhaled sharply as I felt tears sting my eyes. So many emotions were coursing through my veins—love of my child, appreciation for Dan, despair at Jake, everything. Dan took my hand in both of his and squeezed it.

“It’s a beautiful baby, Blue,” he said, his voice suspiciously husky.

I looked over at him in astonishment. When I saw his wet eyes, I absolutely lost it and started sobbing. Here was this beautiful man, touched by something inside him that he didn’t have any part in except for what was becoming the most important thing—supporting me throughout it physically and emotionally.

Like a bolt out of the blue, I realized that I was falling in love with Dan—now more than ever. He was so loving, so kind, and so handsome that I couldn’t believe I hadn’t realized I loved him from the very start—that night in Mama’s nightclub. Then, he’d made me feel so special, like I was worth something in spite of everything.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone for a minute,” the doctor said, smiling. “This can be a deeply emotional, meaningful time for most new parents.”

She shut the door and Dan cradled my head to his chest as I cried. How did I get so lucky? He was everything to me, even if I was only just beginning to realize it.

“Can I tell you something?” I asked, my voice muffled by his shirt. “I hope you don’t think it’s weird.”

“Anything,” he said, pulling away a little to look at my face.

My dripping blue eyes rose to meet his incredibly dark and beautiful brown eyes. They’d been making me melt for months, even if I didn’t realize it at the time.

“I wish you were the father of my baby.”

Dan pressed his lips together and smiled as a tear ran down his cheek.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I wish I were the father of your baby.”

When our lips touched, softly at first, and then harder, deeper, more frenzied, it was like it was meant to be. The doctor had printed out a picture of the baby, its miniscule arm raised in greeting as if it already knew who its real parents were. I clutched the printout in my hand and kissed Dan powerfully, his lips easing away all of my doubts about the future.

“Can we go home?” I asked, resting my forehead against his.

“There’s no place I’d rather go with you,” he said.

We held hands on the bus the whole way back and started kissing again once we were in the elevator. We laughed at my belly getting in the way of our holding each other. When we got to the condo, it was quiet, warm, dark, and full of promise. I was filled with pleasant butterflies at the thought of what was going to happen next—then butterflies of anxiety as he started undressing me in his room.

“Wait. Would you mind turning off the lights?” I asked. “I look like a whale, Dan.”

“You do not look like a whale,” he admonished. “Remember? I saw you at the doctor’s office. You look great.”

“Please.”

“I can’t deny you anything,” he said, flicking off the light. “But I hope you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

The curtains of his bedroom kept the light from the setting sun, and the lights of the slowly illuminating Big Apple, on the outside, making it hard to see each other. I felt relieved—my belly had been feeling bigger than ever lately. As much as I wanted to sleep with Dan, I couldn’t bear to shock him with my enormous baby bump.

But turning the lights off had unexpected consequences, I quickly discovered. We had to rely on touch—and sound—to do anything. Not being able to see Dan’s hands made their caressing of my face and neck even sweeter. I was able to let go of my hang-ups over my appearance and enjoy what we were offering to each other—a night of pleasure.

We undressed each other in that quiet darkness, our breathing quickening with each slip of material to the floor. My hands “saw” Dan’s smooth chest, defined pectorals, fit abs, and trim waist. His hands explored my bare shoulders, palmed my full breasts, traversed the curve of my belly.

Every sense was heightened by the darkness. When our lips touched in the barest of kisses, it felt like Dan was my only lifeline. I latched onto him, kissing him powerfully, wondering where he had been all my life.

However, deep down, I knew that Dan was right for me at this point in my life. If I’d come across him when I first got to New York, maybe he’d just be another casualty of my free love stage. No, I was wise enough to know that the perfect man had come into the perfect juncture of my life.

I’d never let him go, not for anything.

When we stood naked in front of each other, still seeing with our hands, I trailed my fingers all the way down his torso until I reached his stiff shaft. I pumped it up and down once, gratified by his sigh of appreciation, and then we found the bed.

“I don’t know how this works,” I whispered in between kisses. “How should we do this?”

“Love will find a way,” Dan said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

His fingers slipped in between my labia and probed the wetness he found there. I groaned softly. I hadn’t had sex since Jake—for months and months. This was too sweet, too good, too intense as he slid his fingers around my clitoris. He knew just how to touch me, just when to pull back, to keep me right on the edge of a dangerous, dangerous cliff.

“I need you inside me,” I moaned. “Please, Dan. Anything, anything. Just take me.”

I barely knew what I was saying, but he rolled me on my side and drew my leg up to accommodate him. I cried out hotly as he positioned his cock against my body, ready to push into me in a moment’s notice. When the head slipped into my too-wet pussy, it was a revelation. I gasped at the sweet filling, craving even more.

“I need it, Dan,” I said, sobbing as he stroked my breasts from his position behind me.

“I know you do, baby,” he said. “I’m going to give you everything you want. Everything.”

He plunged into me, his cock fire encased in steel, and I gave a long, loud moan. Dan stilled when he was fully encased in my body, and we rested there, enjoying the feeling of joining our bodies together. I was incredibly aroused, but more than anything, I was emotionally filled. Many men had been inside my body, but only Dan had touched me so deeply.

He started moving, thrusting against me, holding me to him as he pumped in and out. With the angle of our bodies, he struck my sweet spot every single time.

It had been too long. Within a few minutes, I was coming, a sweet, sweet orgasm rolling over my body. I clenched every muscle I had, riding out the wave and sobbing with relief.

“You’re so tight,” Dan said, his voice sounding labored, and he grabbed my hips, groaning.

His wetness filled me pleasantly, making his cock slip in and out even easier.

He pulled out of my body and held me there until I turned around so I could hug him. I didn’t know what words would be sufficient, so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I held his hand and held him, hoping I could convey what I felt for him.

I don’t know if it was the hormones or what, but resting there with Dan, my head on his chest, his hand casually playing with my hair, I was ready to go again.

“Dan?”

“Hm?”

I hesitated.

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

“I’m horny again,” I said, cringing before bursting out into laughter.

Dan’s deep, merry laugh joined mine immediately.

“Well, we can’t have that,” he said. “We’ll have to do something.”

He pulled me up until I sat astride him. I was glad the lights were off, even if I wanted to look him in the eyes. He would’ve been getting a face full of baby bump.

His hard cock pressed up against me, in front of my pubic mound.

“You, too, huh?” I asked, my voice full of joking sympathy.

“I’ll help you if you help me?” he asked innocently.

“Of course,” I teased. “It’s only fair.”

I shrieked as Dan tickled me, rising to a kneeling position to get away from his deadly fingers. When I sank down again, it was to impale myself on his dick.

I panted as I did the same move again, rising until he was completely outside my body and sinking again until he was completely sheathed.

“There’s nothing better than this,” I moaned, doing it again. Once he had filled me again, Dan grabbed my hips, keeping me there. He started thrusting upward, the movement making me see stars even in the dark room. I leaned back, allowing him access to my swollen, tender breasts. It felt so good when he plucked at my nipples, sending shockwaves down to my crotch.

His thrusts were doing more and more to me, rubbing against my sweet spot again. When he added a thumb pressing firmly against my clitoris, I lost it, coming over and over again, one orgasm layered on top of the other. I’d never experienced anything like it, just a constant pulse of pleasure. I felt like I was going crazy as I screamed, unable to give words to the ecstasy I was going through.

“That’s my good girl,” Dan said, and his answering groan told me all I needed to know. He was coming with me.

I fell asleep with his arms around me, my breathing gradually slowing, and realized I had never felt safer.

Morning came too soon after our night of lovemaking.

I awoke to light filtering through the curtains, troubled by the empty bed. I relaxed as I heard the shower running, and rose to join him.

“Good morning,” he said, covered with soap as I slipped under the stream of steaming water with me. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“You should’ve,” I said. “I could wash your back for you.”

“I would never deny you that pleasure,” Dan joked, turning around.

The water ran down my body, easing my muscles as I explored Dan’s back. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was extremely fit, I noticed as I ran my hands down his back. His ass was a peach, just right. I gave it a squeeze as if I were judging its ripeness.