Erin's Unexpected Lover (4 page)

Zoe squealed, earning both her parents’
attention. “I think she’s wet,” said Jared.

Her breasts were aching, and she shook her
head. “No, I think she needs to nurse.” It was past time, going by
Zoe’s usual pattern. “We’ll just slip away to the dressing room for
a few minutes.”

He nodded, his eyes on her milk-heavy
breasts, displayed to full advantage by the cut of the dress. “Save
some for me,” he said with a wink.

“You’re depraved,” she said with an indulgent
chuckle, unwilling to admit just how erotic she found it when he
sucked on her milk-laden breasts. It was completely different from
when Zoe did it, of course. With her baby, it was a warmly maternal
thing. With Jared, it transformed into something hot, naughty, and
mutually satisfying.

His eyes grew serious, and he drew her
forward for a deep kiss. “I love you, Mrs. Maxwell.”

Erin drew back a bit, finding it difficult to
tear herself from her husband’s embrace, even though milk was
starting to trickle into the pads protecting her wedding dress. “I
love you too, Mr. Maxwell.” Later that night, she would find
several ways to remind him just how much.

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Please continue reading for an excerpt of
“David’s Baby.”

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© Kristianna Sawyer, 2013

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Eighteen-year-old Liv may be a virgin, but
she knows what she wants. Ex-Marine David, who is nursing scars
from the wound that ended his military career, is just the man to
make her a woman. Boys her own age bore Liv, and the fact that he’s
sixteen years older just means he’ll have more experience. For
David, Liv is temptation itself, but he can’t betray his friend by
sleeping with his daughter. He has honorable intentions until Liv
tells him the one thing guaranteed to smash his self-control. She
wants to have David’s baby…

Chapter One

Liv checked the top button of her sleep shirt
to make sure she had left it, and the next one under it,
unbuttoned. Looking down, she was pleased to see a decent amount of
cleavage displayed by the silky garment. An equally impressive
expanse of her lightly tanned legs stretched below the hem of the
lavender shirt. The set normally included shorts, which she always
wore when her dad was home, but not today. She’d also toyed with
the idea of not wearing underwear, but had decided that would be
too blatant.

David was at the kitchen table, his laptop
opened before him as he sipped a mug of coffee. Typing with one
hand, he held a piece of toast in the other. Completely engrossed
by his task, it gave her another welcomed opportunity to study the
object of her youthful fantasies.

He had let his hair grow out in recent weeks,
and the light-brown locks were an unruly mass of curls that gave
the hardened soldier a softened, somewhat boyish edge. Even after
three weeks as a civilian, he still had perfect posture and seemed
to be awaiting orders to slip from at-ease to full attention,
though he was probably unaware of that. She imagined after sixteen
years in the Marines that on-edge alertness was second nature. No
telling how long it would take the former Master Sergeant to shed
that innate training.

Oh, she would love to give him the order to
stand at attention and prepare for inspection. Her fingers itched
to slide up the T-shirt hugging his muscular torso, to slip inside
his jogging pants and touch the hot length of flesh within. If his
large hands and feet were any indicator, she’d find more than a
handful.

The reality of never having actually touched
a man that intimately did little to detract from the dizzying rush
of adrenaline that accompanied the mental image. How she wanted
David Longe. She didn’t care if he was sixteen years older than
her, or her father’s friend and former subordinate. Boys her age
were boring and inexperienced. She wanted a real man for her first
lover. Her only lover, if David felt even half as strongly for her
as she did about him.

That brought an abrupt, screeching halt to
her fantasies. That was the problem. He’d been staying with them
for three weeks and never gave any indication that he saw her as
more than Denny Monroe’s daughter. She might as well be wearing
pigtails and a short dress for all the notice he’d paid to her
body.

Hmm, maybe that would get his attention, if
he had the stereotypical naughty schoolgirl fantasy. Stifling a
giggle, she padded into the kitchen on bare feet, stopping by the
fridge for a glass of orange juice. “Do you want one?” She lifted
up the pitcher she’d taken from the fridge when he glanced in her
direction. He shook his head, and she turned away from him. On the
off chance he was still watching, she stretched to get a glass from
the highest shelf, very aware of the hem of her silk pajama shirt
riding up several inches to nestle just a little below her
panties.

After pouring a glass, she returned the
pitcher to the fridge and turned toward the table. With what she
hoped was a casual reach, she leaned across David to grab a piece
of toast from the stack, making sure the weight of her right breast
settled against his bicep for a long second. As she straightened,
Liv got a good look at his computer screen, scowling when she
realized he was setting up a profile on an online dating site.

Still feeling annoyed at the proof he was
planning to start dating, she stalked to the chair across from him
and threw herself down. “Why are you doing that?”

He looked up at her. “What?”

Liv gestured toward the computer. “That
dating site. Why would you need to do that? Women must throw
themselves at you.” She’d happily do so if she thought he’d do
anything besides gently pick her up, move her off the table, and
return to his laptop.

The tops of his ears took on a pink tinge of
embarrassment. God, he was adorable.

David cleared his throat. “Uh, well, there
aren’t that many places around here to meet the kind of woman I
want.”

“What kind of woman?” She chewed her toast
with nonchalance, though her heart was racing in her ears as she
waited for a scrap of information she could file away.

“I want to settle down.” He rubbed his side
apparently unconsciously. “Since that bullet forced me to retire
from the Corps, I don’t have much reason to keep pursuing dead-end
relationships. I’ll be in one place now, so I’d like to get married
and start a family.”

She nodded. “You can’t meet marrying women
around here?”

David shook his head. “Not that I’ve seen.
The women at the bars usually aren’t looking to settle down, and
I’m not the church type.”

Liv nodded. “Yeah, me neither. Dad tried
dragging me a few times, but I just don’t buy into any of it. I
don’t think he did either, since he stopped going a short time
later. Mostly, I think it was ‘cause Mom had gone, and he thought I
should too. Or something.”

David nodded. “I remember Denny telling me
about six years ago that he didn’t think Lisa would have approved
of him stopping, but there didn’t seem to be any point in forcing
you to go when you spent the whole time arguing with the pastor or
rolling your eyes. You were…eight?”

“Twelve.” She frowned. “I’m eighteen now. Do
I look fourteen?” It took every ounce of will power not to cross
her fingers and plead aloud that he’d say no.

For just a second, his gaze dipped to her
shadowed cleavage, and a hint of heat flared in his eyes. The next
second, he’d blinked and eradicated all signs. “Sorry. I’m not good
at guessing kids’ ages.”

Liv gnashed her teeth together. How dare he
call her a kid? She wasn’t a kid. She was a woman. Well, not quite,
but there was just one more step to take to officially enter
womanhood. She wanted David to be the one to initiate her, but when
he spoke like that, it crushed her hopes.

With a sigh, she swallowed the rest of her
juice and got up from the table. “Good luck with your dating site,”
she said, striving to sound unconcerned, but afraid she came across
kind of bratty. Pausing by the sink, she put her glass in and
walked out of the kitchen without looking back. It was time to give
up on David—if only she could figure out how.

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David exhaled the pent-up breath he’d been
holding when Liv left the kitchen. She was damned distracting.
Shifting slightly, he moved the seam of the jogging pants away from
his hard cock, wincing at the way the fabric had dug into his
flesh. Much as he didn’t want to react that way to his commanding
officer’s daughter—though Denny hadn’t been his commander for a
good ten years—he couldn’t control the physical reaction. What
straight man could keep his hard-on in check around that lush,
nubile body so temptingly displayed in the brief silk sleep shirt?
It was all he could do not to grab her when she’d reached across
him for toast and pull her onto his lap. He’d wanted to pull her
down on top of his erection and grind it against the wet heat
between her legs as he twined his hands in that lustrous fall of
black hair.

Only imagining how frightened she’d be to
have an “old man” suddenly groping her had held him back. Well,
that and his own sense of right and wrong. It was wrong to lust
after a girl sixteen years younger than he was. It was especially
wrong if that girl was his friend’s daughter, and so wrong there
were no words for it when he considered Denny had gone on a
business trip with the unspoken expectation that David would look
after Liv, not fuck her.

So, it was only sensible to force his
attention back to the dating site and browse the available
profiles. He gritted his teeth and pretended his dick wasn’t still
aching with want for Liv as he narrowed his search parameters. It
was simple to get rid of the traits he didn’t want and to emphasize
the ones he did. At the top of his list was a woman also looking to
have children. He had been truthful with Liv that he wanted to get
married and have a family. That was yet another reason to keep
himself in check around the young woman. She wouldn’t be ready to
settle down and have kids when her life was just starting, and he
was sick of short-term relationships that did nothing besides slake
his lust.

David groaned softly as his mind insisted on
conjuring an image of Liv pregnant with his child. He could easily
picture putting his hands on her swollen stomach before cupping her
breasts. They were already nicely filled out, but no doubt
pregnancy would make them fuller. Her pussy would probably be
soaking wet, because pregnant women were always wetter down there.
He’d love to put his face between her thighs and inhale her fecund
scent, knowing his baby was just a few inches above.