A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (22 page)

“Who knows what will happen. I’m happy with my life.”

“Well, I have to go. Come over in the morning, so you can help me get ready.”

“You got it. Thanks for calling me. It means a lot.”

“We’ll talk soon. Bye, Maryanne.”

After I disconnected the call, a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I should’ve called her a lot sooner, I thought as I headed downstairs to spend the rest of the evening with my family. With each day that passed, referring to George, Anne and Steven as my fam became more natural. It was weird in a way, but I was ready to enjoy the rest of my life.

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“You look beautiful,” Maryanne said as she stood next to me in front of the full length mirror.

“I’m so fat.”

“Nonsense. You’re absolutely radiant. Most brides would kill for that extra glow.”

I smiled even though she was lying to me. The baby was still weeks away from being born into the world, but a minute didn’t go by that I wasn’t thinking about him or her. Steven and I both agreed we didn’t want to know the baby’s gender before the birth. With all the money we would ever need for dozens of generations, it was the small surprises and mysteries that gave us the most pleasure.

“I can’t believe you guys aren’t going on a honeymoon.”

“Are you kidding? The rest of my life is going to be one long honeymoon.”

Maryanne walked over to a table and grabbed a mimosa. “You think so?”

“I don’t know. We’re going to fight and everything, I imagine, but if you take money out of the picture, there’s a lot less to fight about.”

“What if he…” She stopped mid=sentence.

“What if he what?”

“I was going to say cheated. I’m sorry. We still haven’t talked about him and me.”

“Oh, I’ve talked about it with him, but no, the day of my wedding probably isn’t the best time to talk about it.”

“I did try to stop myself.”

“I know. I’m just so nervous.”

“Well, stop. You’re here. This man loves you.”

“He does. And I love him. Sounds so silly to say it so often, but it’s true. He’s taught me so much about life and about myself.”

“And he knocked you up,” Maryanne said, pointing to my stomach.

I smiled. “And he gave me a baby, too. Remind me again why I invited you to my wedding.”

“Hardy-har-har. Very funny. I can’t believe you’re going to make me wear this ridiculous dress.”

“Will you put it on, please? It’s almost time.”

“I suppose. You damn brides going on and on about how it’s your special day,” she said as she went into an adjoining room to change.

“Just wait until you get married,” I yelled.

“Never happen!”

I laughed. Joy overwhelmed me. It wasn’t the dream wedding I’d imagined as a young girl – it was going to be even better. Steven was the reason I thought our marriage would last a long time. As a business leader, he had a strength that made many men cower. The thought of all that power protecting and loving me for the rest of my life meant the world to me.

As a child, I could have never imagined what it was like to be an adult in the modern world. The Information Age was awash with too much information. It was easy to drown. Somehow, I’d been lucky enough to land a babysitting job with one of the richest men on the planet. And over the years, we’d fallen in love with each other. It all sounded too much like a Lifetime movie to me sometimes.

“How do I look?” Maryanne asked.

I turned around. As soon as I saw her in the awful green dress, I smiled. “Looks great.” I stifled a giggle.

“You wanted it to look bad, didn’t you?”

“It’s not that bad,” I said, my cheeks hurting because I was smiling so much.

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. This day will end. And since you’re not going on a honeymoon, we’re going to have to sit down and have a long talk.”

“We will.” I walked over and put my hands on her arms. “Thanks for being my friend. We’ve been through a lot together, and even though you’re crazy through and through, I know you’d never intentionally hurt me.”

We hugged each other tightly for a second. Outside, music played. The ceremony was absolutely amazing. My first – and hopefully my only – wedding went wonderfully. I was the happiest woman in the whole wide world.

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“When is this baby going to come out of me?” I screamed. “I’m so ready!”

The baby, four days late, was stubborn, and it was driving me nuts. I was so over having a baby inside me. All I wanted was my body back. Was that so much to ask?

“There’s something we could do,” Steven said in what I called his attorney voice.

I looked over at him as he sat next to be on our bed. “What?”

“Sex. I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve researched it and talked to the doctor…”

“You want to fuck me? Like this? I’m sweaty, fat, and gross. Do you have some BBW or pregnancy fetish you’ve never told me about before?”

“What? No!” His eyes opened wide as if the idea was a shock to him. “You were saying you wanted to induce labor, and I was merely…”

“Settle down,” I interrupted. “My hormones have me crazy. If you think you could get it up with me like this, I guess we could try. I’m down for anything if it kicks this baby into gear.” I looked down at my rotund stomach. “I love you, baby, but you gotta go.”

At first, the mood and our moves were mechanical. I didn’t feel like getting up to take off the robe I had on, but I opened it. My breasts were huge, the biggest they’d ever been in my life. Yet whatever happened to my body would be worth it when my baby was born into the world. I reached over and snaked my hand into his robe. His cock was already half hard.

“Damn, Steven. I guess you do have a thing for pregnant chicks,” I teased as I tugged him.

“Not all of them. Just you.”

I looked down at his marvelous cock, not caring it would be the last one I would see in my life. To be honest, they were all pretty nasty when you thought about it. And yet I loved touching Steven’s prick because it gave him pleasure. It was a tool to please him and be pleased by him. Whether it was the hormones rushing through my body or something else, I’d been thinking deep thoughts for weeks.

“How should we do this?” he asked as he hardened in my hand.

“Good question. I don’t want to move, but I don’t think you can get around this huge stomach of mine.”

“I can try. But first…”

He reached over and touched my pussy for the first time in ages. I missed the sensation of his fingers caressing me. As he touched my tender lips with his fingertips, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. All the stress and anxiety floated away as he gently fingered me.

“Can we put a pillow under my butt to lift me up, maybe?”

“Is that going to be comfortable?”

“I don’t know,” I snapped. “I’m sorry I’m so irritable.”

“It’s okay. We can stop.”

“No. You’re hard, and I want it inside me so I can induce labor.”

“It doesn’t help all the time,” he said.

“You’re not backing out, are you?”

“No, but I don’t want you to think I have a magic cock or something.”

I laughed and smiled. “Come here, you.”

Awkwardly, he positioned himself between my legs and tried his best to shove a pillow underneath me. I couldn’t lift myself high enough, which caused me to cry.

“None of that,” he said. “I’m going to lose my erection. Let me just…”

A moment later, I felt the tip of his dick slide against my wet pussy lips. He held himself up with one hand as he bent and twisted to slide it all the way in. While I was slightly uncomfortable, the sensation of his hard cock inside me turned me on. I looked into his eyes as he slowly slid out then back in quickly. I moved slightly to give him better access, which he used to his advantage.

I forgot about the pain as he plunged in and out of me. As the friction built up, he slowed down, drawing out the pleasure for an even bigger orgasm for both of us. We found a rhythm which replaced the mechanical motions we’d been making at first. While it wasn’t the best sex we’d ever had, it wasn’t the worst either. In some ways, it made me think of the sex we’d be having the rest of our lives.

The thought of spending the rest of my life with Steven and having his baby turned me on as pleasure spread through my body, building up to a fever pitch. My bare chest rose and fell quicker as I got even more excited. I was perched on the edge, unable to go any further. While I wanted him to fuck me harder, I was hesitant because of the baby.

His face contorted as he got closer himself, which also edged me toward my own orgasm. All of a sudden, he grunted and thrust deep into my pussy. I could feel his cock throb inside me. As he came, my own orgasm hit. I cried out as I tightened around him. He pulled out quickly and sat up, looking at me like he’d hurt me.

“Are you okay?”

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, still breathing heavy. “I think this baby is coming.” I laughed. “No pun. Honest. Take me to the room and call the doctor.”

He helped me out of bed and into a wheelchair we had waiting in the wings. He’d thought of everything, which was just one of the reasons I loved him. In the room we’d designed for the birth, I felt as if I was in a real hospital for a moment. When the doctor and three nurses walked in, I realized it was much better than being somewhere else.

Building the room had cost quite a bit of money, but Steven had more than enough. They gave me drugs that helped manage the pain – a little. In that miracle of birth, I struggled to push my baby through my vagina, something I’d never thought would be possible. I had studied up on pregnancies, but until you go through the experience yourself, you do not know.

Steven had been through the process before, so he was actually a big help by shutting up and just being there for me. He didn’t pretend he could help or do anything to make it easier on me. And yet seeing him standing in the room calmed me. Don’t get me wrong, the drugs did most of the work, but his presence was an added bonus as I struggled with my first birth.

Ethan John Cary was born into the world in a position many would envy. If not the money he would inherit someday then the love Steven and I would lavish on him and the other two children as we raised them. When the doctor raised him up into the air and declared he was a boy, I couldn’t stop smiling. My husband was ecstatic as well, even though he’d been through it all before.

“You never get accustomed to the miracle of birth,” he noted as he sat in a chair next to my bed.

I looked down at Ethan nestled in my arms and silently promised to do my best when raising him. No longer did I have the luxury of being selfish. Steven looked from his son to me. We made eye contact. I didn’t want to turn away. He was trying, unsuccessfully, to mask his emotions. His eyes were more alive than I’d seen them in a long while. I continued to smile at him while cradling my baby.

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Soon after I gave birth, Steven quit working and spent all his time with me and our three children. George and Anne were mine even if I hadn’t given birth to them. They deserved the love I gave them as a mother. To my surprise, the wealthy lifestyle didn’t smother me as much as I feared it might. Every day with my family was a blessing. We had our ups and downs, like all families, but we worked well together and went out of our way to communicate. And that led to our happiness for the rest of our lives.

Every once in a while I thought back to that crazy year when I left Maine and tried to make it to California, but as time passed I had to draw on those memories and experiences less and less. Steven and the children filled my mind with new experiences I wanted to remember, ones that were a lot more special and precious to me. I’d never change what I’d done in my past – those crazy days – but I was happy with the way I’d turned out in the end.

Curvy and Curious

My hands roamed over my breasts. As I caressed both of them, paying close attention to the nipples, I thought about Tom and Jason, the two guys who were interested in dating me. I hadn't let either of them get past first base yet, but they were both still around which told me something. The two men were pushed out of my mind as my hands moved lower. I moved over my stomach quickly and found my wet, hairy pussy.

I wanted to shave more often, but I found it difficult sometimes to reach down there without getting a cramp. The last thing I wanted was to cut myself between the legs and have to go to the hospital. I reached to my left and grabbed my favorite blue dildo, the one with five variable speeds. One of them was random, which always managed to push me over the edge. The familiar buzzing sound filled my bedroom as I pressed it to the fleshy pink lips between my legs.

A moan escaped me as I felt pleasure building up throughout my body. The sensations were centered on my clitoris. As I stimulated my clit with the vibrating dildo, my thoughts went back to Tom. He was a volunteer fireman and was cocky as hell, but he had reason to be. I had seen him with his shirt off once while he was washing the firetruck. He had six pack abs, but the rest of his body rippled with muscles as well. What turned me on the most was that I knew he had a thing for chubby women.