ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance) (166 page)

Chapter 7

All of a sudden, Marshall rushed out of the clinic.  Before Hazel could get in her car, he grabbed her and pushed her against the door, kissing her even harder than she did moments ago.

She was taken aback at this turn of events, but eventually she kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.  As the kiss continued, some of her fears started to melt away.  She knew that Marshall would stay with her, she could feel it in the passion of his kiss.

Their moment was interrupted by the sound of jingling car keys behind them.  Marshall broke away from the kiss and looked at his partner who was standing there with a grin on his face.  “Let’s go home.”

With that, the three of them got into Allen’s luxury car and drove home.  The moment they stepped through the front door, Marshall drove Hazel into the nearby wall. 

His hands roamed her petite body as he pressed his body to hers.  This continued for a minute before he grabbed her and pulled her into the living room.

There, he started to undress her eagerly.  Allen watched this as he felt his member harden in his pants.  He allowed his partner to take control for the moment, as he sat down on the loveseat and enjoyed the scene.

Soon enough Hazel and Marshall fell into the couch, kissing and groping one another.  Their clothes started to fly across the room.  Finally, Hazel was in nothing but her underwear.

Marshall grinned and reached down pulling it off her body.  He was about to have her when he remembered Allen.  He wanted her all to himself, but at the same time knew that would be unfair.

He looked at Allen for a moment, before grabbing Hazel and placing her in front of him.  She kneeled before the love seat, looking somewhat confused.  What was going on?  Marshall laid down on the ground and Hazel grinned, catching his drift. 

She got up for a moment, allowing him to lay down right in front of the love seat.  When he looked ready, she lowered herself down, until her already wet pussy was directly above his face.

She teased him slightly, keeping herself barely out of his reach for a moment.  Marshall, however, was quick to reach upward, grab her hips, and pull her down until she was sitting on his face. 

His finger reached out and started to pleasure her as this happened.  She moaned out heavily as she felt his tongue move up and down her already eager clit.

He continued to pleasure her as she looked forward and her eyes locked onto the pitched tent in Allen’s pants.  He grinned down at her before his fingers made their way through her silky black hair.

Without further prompting, she started to unbutton his pants.  Allen watched her with blazing eyes as his heart boomed with passion.  Delicately, Hazel reached into his boxers and pulled out his throbbing cock.

She grinned for a moment, before leaning forward and opening up her mouth for him.  Slowly, she guided him inside.  He grunted loudly as he felt her soft lips wrap around his member. 

She started to bob her head up and down on his member, making him moan out when her tongue skillfully licked the tip and base of his dick, making his moans even louder.  He reached down and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

Meanwhile, Marshall continued to lap at the juices that were gathering between her thighs.  He was eager to please her as his tongue slithered inside of her.  She moaned into Allen’s dick, making it tremble slightly as it pressed against the back of her throat.

The three of them moaned out in pleasure.  Marshall, in his quest to make Hazel orgasm, started to rub himself.  His dick was at full attention as his hand moved up and down.  He was throbbing in pleasure as he thrust his tongue deeper inside of the girl.  Hazel, in turn, moaned loudly as she quickened her own pace.

Soon the sensation was too much for Hazel.  She screamed into Allen’s member as she exploded with pleasure, coating Marshall’s face with her juices.

He moaned himself and then quickly lapped her up, greedily licking up all that he could.  Doing so, his grip tightened, jerking himself off wildly in his lust.  All of a sudden he lost control and orgasmed hard onto his own stomach.

The only one left was Allen.  Hazel doubled her efforts, trying to please him as her fingers began playing with his balls.  He moaned and gripped the chair’s armrests.  He knew he was getting close, but still he held back. 

Hazel, however, was persistent as she continued her attack until she was deep-throating him.  The pleasure he was experiencing was too much to take.  He suddenly exploded deep inside of her throat.

She coughed and gagged a little, but eventually pulled her lips away from his member and looked at him, adoration in her eyes.  The three of them took a moment.

When Hazel had caught her breath she got off Marshall who got up with a grin on his face.  “I’m sorry about how I acted today…”  He blurted out suddenly.  She looked at him and hugged him gently.

She knew he had been scared, but she had already forgiven him.  Allen smiled down at them as he sat in his chair.  “Let’s get to bed.”  He offered.  Hazel and Marshall nodded their heads and together, all three of them cuddled up in Allen’s bed. 

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a mom…”  Hazel whispered to herself as she was sandwiched between the two men once again.  Marshall smiled and kissed her cheek, back to his direct attitude.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad.”

“It could be mine you know.”  Allen chuckled, playing the devil’s advocate.  Marshal shot him a glare.

Chapter 8

About seven months later, Hazel was heavily pregnant.  The trio had closed the clinic for Hazel’s last two weeks of pregnancy.  Her due date was only a day away and she was excited to meet her babies.  About three months into her pregnancy, she had found out that she was expecting twins. 

“How are you feeling?”  Marshall asked as he walked into the living room and kissed the top of her head.  She smiled and tilted her head upwards so their lips could meet.  They kissed for a moment as Allen walked into the room, sitting down next to her.

Hazel smiled and leaned down against his chest.  She was amazed at her own ability to find a perfect harmony between the two men.  At some point, she had feared that she would give more attention to one and not the other, but now that she had moved in with them, it seemed natural to her to have two lovers.

They were like two parts of a whole for her and she loved having them both by her side.  “Good.”  She finally murmured into his chest.  He smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as Marshall sat down beside them.

He turned on the TV and looked for something to watch.  As he did, Hazel’s hands moved down to her stomach, slowly rubbing it as she thought about the babies she was about to meet. 

She gasped at the sensation of one of the babies kicking.  The men quickly looked at her, forever anxious as the due date closed in on them.  “What is it?” Marshall asked, concern in his eyes. Hazel grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach.  He smiled feeling the babies’ subtle movements.

“I’m excited,” he whispered against her stomach as he rubbed it tenderly.  Hazel smiled at his words.  To think that at the beginning of her pregnancy, he was nervous and hesitant about the whole thing.  Now he couldn’t wait to become a father. 

“We should head to bed,” Allen said, noting the time.  He didn’t want Hazel to exhaust herself.  As she nodded and tried to get up, she gasped once again.

Allen’s eyes grew large as he saw the wetness gather between her legs.  Marshall saw it too and froze for a moment. He quickly took her in his arms and comforted her while Allen was grabbing their bags.

About half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital.  There was a clear layer of sweat covering Hazel’s body as she tried to cope with the contractions she was now experiencing.

The doctors, seeing her state of labor, rushed to place her in a wheelchair.  They put her in a room where Marshall and Allen stood by her side, each one holding a respective hand. 

“You’re doing great,” Allen whispered, gently caressing her hair.  She nodded and took deep breaths in order to calm herself as the contractions became more and more frequent.

Marshall observed everything with careful eyes as excitement and nervousness swirled inside of him like a vortex.  His heart threatened to burst out of his chest.

He looked down at Hazel and they made eye contact.  They stared at each other for a moment.  He blushed slightly, before leaning down and kissing her gently.

Their kiss was broken by the sound of someone entering the room.  Allen released her hand as he stepped forward, reaching his hand out to the man that now entered the room.

“Hello, I am Dr. Andrew.  I will be delivering your baby today.”  He looked at Allen, assuming he was the father, but as he noticed the mother to be he was a little unsure.  There was another man standing beside her.  Could it be a brother maybe?  They didn’t look related, however.

“She’s having twins.”  Marshall corrected him.  The doctor raised an eyebrow, before looking at the clipboard he was handed by one of the nurses.  He inspected it for a moment before nodding his head.

“It seems you are right.  And you are?”  He asked, curious as to the man’s relationship with the woman. 

“I’m Marshall.”  He introduced himself, his palm sweaty.  The doctor just got more confused.  This man was showing much more fatherly symptoms than the other man.  Nonetheless, it wasn’t the time or place to worry about such things now.

He had babies to deliver.  With this, he started the standard procedure of setting things up. A couple of nurses entered the room and began buzzing around him, making sure everything was perfect.

Soon the room was filled with tense excitement as Hazel groaned with the efforts of childbirth.  She gripped her lovers’ hands tightly as she tried to cope with the associated pain.  Eventually, however, the room was filled with the sound of a baby crying.

“Baby A is a boy!” Announced the doctor.  The first baby was then taken by one of the nurses.  She moved him to the back corner of the room where she began to clean him up and assess him.  A few minutes later, another cry called out as the second twin breathed in for the first time.

Another nurse grabbed him.  “Congratulations! You have two healthy baby boys!”  The doctor finally exclaimed, removing his gloves.  Hazel smiled to herself, glad that this first step to parenthood was over.

She waited anxiously for the nurses to finish their duties with the newborns.  Finally, they walked over to her and placed one baby in each arm.  She looked down and gasped.

One baby looked up at her with dark eyes, just like Marshall’s and the other had lighter eyes just like Allen’s.  Could it be that she had conceived a child by both men?  Hazel knew it was a rare occurrence, but it was still possible.

“Would you look at that…” Allen whispered, noticing that the babies’ unique differences.  “Looks like we each got our own baby…” Marshall seemed rather shocked, but smiled, knowing that he would love both the boys as if they were both his own. 

*****

THE END

"They're coming,"

"Chill baby," Simon spoke, pulling Teresa close to him. "We'll be fine."

Teresa glared, ‘We better.'

Simon took the hint and pulled Teresa close. His lean, muscular ebony arms surrounded her and filled her with a sense of peace and wanting that she had not felt in a long time. She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest for a moment.

The footsteps that had led them to the end of the alley began to near and with no way around, she hoped that Simon was going to find a way out of it for both of them.

Simon looked upwards - his unkempt ‘fro and the beard that decorated his lips and chin shone beneath the moonlight. He was a strange one, very different from the men Teresa was used to that she couldn't help but wonder how someone this wise and caring could live so close to the edge.

It excited her.

"This way," Simon said, taking her hand now as he approached a dumpster.

He closed the lid and hopped on the top, grabbing Teresa's hand as he helped her up the makeshift platform. Simon turned towards the wall and looked up at the ladder to the fire-escape that dangled a few feet away from his reach.

He placed his foot against the wall and propelled himself upwards, trying to pull the ladder down but it was no use. It was too high up.

"They're getting closer," Teresa hushed, getting herself closer to Simon.

Simon looked past her shoulder and saw the silhouette of the three men coming after them.

"Can you trust me?" Simon asked

"Why?"

"I can't tell you," Simon replied. "I just have to know: can you trust me?"

"I think I can."

"That'll have to do," Simon nodded as he took Teresa into his arms and held her up.

She couldn't believe what was happening. It was all so dangerous, but she liked it. It was like the evening with Simon unlocked so many things that she had held back for so long that the thrill left her hungry for more.

"Can you reach the ladder?"

"I think I can."

"Alright," Simon spoke. "I'm going to give you a little push and I want you to reach out and pull it down."

"Okay."

"You can do this."

Teresa looked down at Simon and nodded- this was all so strange and new to her. She had never been involved in anything like this before, but somehow, he made her feel like she could take any anything that came her way. He believed in her and that was enough.

With one big push, Simon lifted her up until she was face-to-face with the bottom half of the ladder. Instinctively, Teresa gripped her hands around both sides and felt its weight slide with her as Simon drew her down.

"You go first," Simon said, standing over Teresa now as if to shield her. "Don't worry, I've got you."

Teresa nodded and followed Simon's instructions, hiking up the ladder now as she held herself to Simon's promise that he had her and that she would be safe. It had a strange way of manifesting itself, but she knew she was starting to trust him.

With Teresa halfway up the ladder, it was time for Simon to start climbing. He was quick on his feet, pacing behind Teresa as she carefully pushed her way to the third story of the building.

"They're getting away!" One of the goons yelled.

Simon looked down and saw one of the three men pointed upwards as the two others made a rush towards the dumpster.

"Hurry!" Simon hushed.

Teresa climbed as fast as she could, getting herself up the third story of the fire-escape now with Simon close behind. Quickly, Simon drew the ladder up, making sure it'd be a little harder for any of the three to come up after them.

Simon grabbed Teresa's hand and led her up the staircase to the next floor when one of the men started firing at them. Quickly, Simon pulled Teresa down and covered her as he withdrew a handgun from his back and opened fire.

"Let's go."

With the goons temporarily distracted, Simon and Teresa raced up the winding series of staircases until they sought shelter through an open window.

The apartment was dark and still; ‘Whoever lived there', Teresa thought ‘Must've been a sound sleeper.'

Quietly, Simon drew down the window and took her hand as he started to quietly fumble to the front door. Escape, it seemed, was just moments away.

***

For Teresa Sandoval, the evening was an unexpected adventure that took a turn for the worse that had left her feeling somewhat exhilarated. Canceled plans, led her to a night alone with a bottle of wine she was supposed to share with someone else.

Tonight was her anniversary with Marcus. They would have celebrated four years together had his work not gotten in the way. She loved him and more than anything, she was proud of him.

In the four years they spent together, he had grown from a start-up who couldn't afford to pay for his own meals into the founder and CEO for the second highest telecommunications network in the country, Telenovations Inc.

Life was good for them; dinners in all the best restaurants in the city, an unlimited expense account that allowed Teresa to buy whatever she wanted, and vacations at the some of the best resorts in the world.

However, the pressure of being a newly minted billionaire left a strain on their relationship. She could feel it- their romance was dying, and after having struggled so long to sustain it, Teresa realized she needed something else. Someone new who could reignite the fire that burned out.

And this is how Simon came into her life. It started innocently enough- she was bored and alone one night when she found herself in an adult chat room.

Being a girl in a place like that left her open to an unlimited number of prospects, most of who just wanted the essence of her body; an imaginary plaything that left her at the whim of all their despicable desires. It was fun, but nothing seemed to satisfy her until Simon sent her a private message.

Simon was the only person that ever talked to her. The only person that made her feel like an actual human being. Little by little, she opened herself up to him in the chat that by the end, the stirring between her legs left her moist and aching for his touch. She didn't want a fantasy to slip herself away too, she wanted something real.

They started off with an email exchange and before long, they were texting each other regularly. And when Marcus canceled their anniversary plans earlier this evening, Teresa knew it was time to take things with Simon to another level.

***

They slipped out of the apartment building without any problems and the moment they got on the first cab they saw, Teresa just went for it. Everything she had been through with Simon tonight had left her hungry for something primal.

And she knew that Simon knew something was coming and without having to wait for him to make a move, she rushed into him with a kiss.

He opened his lips and accepted her, taking her into his arms now as their bodies connected together like puzzle pieces. Hot lips collided into each other with a frenzy that gave way to a passionate tug; his lips locked on her upper clef while she sucked on his lower lips.

Simon slipped his arms around her, letting his hand curve around her ass he pulled her even closer to him. Teresa felt the weight of his bulge against her hip; erect and in complete attention that it seemed as if he was ready to take her then and there.

But instead, Simon gripped a hand full of her thick, dyed auburn curls as he broke away from the kiss.

For a moment, he watched her wither in the darkness. Her jaw slacked and her eyes glazed, just yearning for more than he could do here and now.

Simon drew himself closer and closed his eyes, licking his lips a little as he lingered over her. Teresa withered in anticipation, wanting to be touched already.

A grin grew across Simon's lips as he watched her and just when it seemed like the teasing was going to go on, Simon came close and pressed a kiss on her neck. Goosebumps trailed up her spine as she felt his soft, moist lips decorate her; she had to cross her legs to keep still.

Slowly, Simon pressed a hand between her legs and pushed the fabric of her skirt upwards as he pressed his palm against her groin; giving into her, but only for a while.

"I-I… Can't" Teresa hushed."… I can't wait anymore."

Simon drew his lips away from her neck and gazed into her eyes. He knew it- she wanted him already. And from the glare the cabbie was giving them, he wanted them gone before they stained his seats.

"You gotta wait, baby," Simon spoke, somewhat softly as he pressed his hand even harder now; his fingers curled, scratching almost as he felt the bristles of hair beneath two layers of fabric.

Teresa surrendered herself to his touch. Her breaths began to deepen as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations. It was hardly anything to get off to, but it was enough to get her going.

"We're here."

The cab stopped and Simon paid the fare. He lived on the second floor of a run-down duplex along the outskirts of the city. The apartment reeked of age.

Teresa got the sense that this was somewhere he had grown up. There were books and old photographs on the walls covered with a small layer of dust. Save for a cat, he seemed to be the only person living there.

"Been here long?" Teresa asked, looking now at what appeared to have been an old family portrait of him and his parents.

"Long enough," Simon replied as he approached her, turning her away from the photographs as he began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

Teresa's lips trembled. She had come this far and she had wanted this, but the thought of Marcus crept into her mind and paralyzed her for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Simon slipped his hand underneath her skirt.

The tips of his fingers pressed against the fabric of her panties, instantly finding the nub that sent sweet tremors down her legs.

Teresa took a deep breath and Simon went for it: he leaned in close again, pressed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. Her hungry mouth opened up to him and it wasn't long before their tongues were entwined; curling, slipping about each other. His fingers continued to rub her off, just perfectly hitting her clit.

He could feel it. She was wet.

Simon pulled her panties to the side, exposing her slightly as he began to work on her clit. His rugged hands started with up and down strokes, working her like a paint brush as he got her into a groove before slowing down the pace with slow, excruciating circles over the delicate nub.

"Take me… Now!" Teresa commanded.

Simon led Teresa to his bedroom and pushed her down on the mattress on the floor. He kept the lights off as the nightlight from the window was more than enough; the faint sound of traffic echoing in the distance.

Slipping off his shirt, Simon followed Teresa to the bed and mounted her. Teresa locked her legs around his waist and received him. They locked lips again, caught in another hungry kiss as Teresa began to fumble with the buckle of his belt.

She unzipped his jeans and exposed his long, throbbing shaft. The head was dripping, making it easier for Teresa as she began to stroke him off. Simon leaned back a little and savored the sensations as he reached up her skirt once more and penetrated her tight cunt with two fingers.