The Billionaire's Baby (10 page)

“I love you, Favian,” she whispered. “Tell me how to say it in Spanish.”

“
Te amo
, Adira,” he said huskily. “
Mi amor.
”

“
Te amo,
Favian,” she repeated.

“
Permítanme hacer el amor con usted, mi querida.
” Favian then said it in English so she could understand. “Let me make love to you, my darling.”

“Always,” she replied and her lips curved in smile. “You are such a naughty daddy. Show me how much you want me.”

He groaned. “I love your voice. Hearing you say that just took the heat level up a few hundred degrees.”

“Less talky, more lovey.” She kissed her way across his cheek to his ear and whispered, “Daddy.”

That was it. No more words were said. He kissed her with such passion, yet care that she was stunned at the gentleness that came from such a massive frame. The kiss became unrestrained until they were gasping and trying to take, yet give at the same time.

He cupped her breasts and moaned into her mouth. “Your body is so voluptuous. I just want to immerse myself in you, in everything about you.”

He caressed his hands down her body slowly and she felt her body tingle as it had that first night they were together. Favian cupped the mound of her sex as he seduced her mouth with a kiss. Unable to resist, she shuddered in his arms.

Favian lifted his head to look at her. “I want to worship your body. I’m so pleased that you are mine. Will you let me do that?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, my, yes.”

He kissed her again, his fingers were making slow circles on her torso and Adira never knew that it could be so arousing to have your pregnant belly caressed. Favian’s lips sucked and nibbled at the sensitive skin of her neck. He trailed his lips down to her breasts and instead of a gentle lick or kiss he pulled the globe deep into his mouth and sucked hard. Adira cried out and his groan blended with hers. He moved to the next breast and did the same thing.

“
Dios mio
, I can taste your milk.” His voice was raw with desire.

“Do it again. That feel so good,” she begged.

Favian did as she asked and Adira cried out as he pulled the hard beaded tip into his mouth. His moan was guttural. His hips moved against her, and she reached between them to stroke his cock. He thrust himself between her hand and imitated the movement with his tongue in her mouth. She followed suit and tasted the depths of his mouth. Favian groaned in pleasure and she was thrilled knowing that she caused him such pleasure.

His hand made its way to her pussy and his fingers tenderly probed the tender flesh of her sex. He rubbed her clit in slow, delicious circles and her hips rose reflexively. He dipped his finger inside slowly and she wanted more. He resisted and Adira gave a whimper of frustration. But Favian had other plans. He kissed his way down her body until he came to her aroused sex. His tongue lapped and sucked at her clit. He tasted her like a man devouring the sweetest fruit. Adira closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her in a heated wave. Favian wasn’t done taking from her body. She felt him penetrate her with his fingers and used them to fuck her while he continued to torture her with his tongue.

“Favian, I can’t stand it. I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

“Let go, baby. Let me see you come for me,” he said huskily

Her hips arched against him as she gave in to the sensations he created. His groan mixed with her cry as her body released a gush of sexual fluid. He kept his own pace, not changing it even as her hips rose faster. As if sensing her pinnacle, he sucked greedily on her clit and she found release with a sultry cry.

“Damn, I could do that over and over again,” he said and kissed her and she could taste her essence on his lips.

“I want to feel you inside me now,” she said impatiently.

“Turn on your side, my love.”

He was much taller than she was and easily came up behind her and pressed against her body. She felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of her sex before he slipped between the velvety folds of her pussy. With her legs pressed together, it seemed the swollen lips of her sex made each thrust feel more erotic. Favian returned to stroking her belly and massaging the fully engorged mounds of her breasts. Each touch left flames in its wake. She could hardly stand the feelings blooming inside her.

“Come with me, please. Please, I need to feel you,” she said urgently as each nerve ending seemed to be on fire and overtake her senses.

“Adira,
mi amor
. God, I love how you feel.” He turned her face to his and kissed her savagely. “I’m with you. Let go.”

His breath was harsh in her ear, his body moved with restrained urgency. He squeezed her breasts and she felt her milk drip out and run down his hand. He continued massaging the globes and she could feel the wetness of the colostrum cause a sticky friction between his hands and her skin. That seemed to send him over the edge as he called her name. She could hear the agony of his pleasure as he whispered endearments to her in Spanish. Adira let it overtake her and her orgasm left her breathless. His seed filled her core and accepted every movement as he prolonged their pleasure with simple thrusts.

“Well, I think you just blew my mind.” He kissed her shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her stomach. “I’m sorry, little one. Your mother is a wild woman.”

Adira slapped at his shoulder. “Don’t say that. He can hear you!”

“Yes, dear,” he said solemnly. Favian kissed her belly again and whispered, “Wild woman.”

“You are a bad daddy, very bad,” she chastised him.

“Don’t say that unless you want me to show you just how bad I am. Your voice does very stimulating things to my lower region,” he warned playfully. “Let’s get us cleaned up and then you into bed.”

They took a shower together and Favian seemed to take great pleasure in washing her body and soaping her belly. He got to his knees and washed her legs all the while talking to the baby in English and in Spanish. He was playful and fun and he made her laugh. Back in bed under the warm blankets, he pulled her close, snuggling her with his big hand over her stomach.

“I wish I could feel him or her move.” His deep voice rumbled against her ear.

“You will soon. In another few weeks we won’t be able to get this baby to stop moving for even a second.” She laughed.

“And I will love it,” Favian said. He was quiet for moment and then asked quietly, “Will you marry me, Adira?”

She turned in his arms. “Favian, we’re fine just as we are. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I was married before. Her name was Kim. I thought God hung the moon when he made her.”

“You weren’t ready to tell me,” she reminded him. “Favian, you don’t have to.”

“But I do because I want no walls between us,” he answered simply

He started his story and Adira listened silently. She knew this was a turning point in his life to be able to share with her something from his past that hurt him so badly. She laced her fingers with his and waited for him to continue.

“I was a young Marine. I had the money and she saw the dollar signs, saw my potential,” he said. “Hillary couldn’t stand her, but who does Hillary like? Remy barely said two words when she was around. The first time I was deployed she cheated on me with at least two guys. Remy saw her with one of them and told me. I was devastated. I came home for two weeks’ leave and we fought like cats and dogs. She asked me to forgive her and I refused. Her solution was to go into the bathroom and cut her wrists after taking pills. They were superficial cuts but enough to scare the shit out of me. At the hospital, they pumped her stomach and took care of the cuts and I told her I wouldn’t leave her, that I loved her. I still did, actually. We all seem to love what’s bad for us.”

Favian took a deep breath and continued. “I went back overseas and she emailed to tell me that she was pregnant. She sent me sonogram pictures and I was thrilled, but then, later on, of course, I came to find out it was all a lie. She was paying one of her pregnant girlfriends for the pictures. At around what would have been her sixth month I called home and she said she lost the baby and blamed it on me, said it was because I was gone all the time and that no one loved her or was there to take care of her. I wanted to die that day; the guilt ate at me and I wanted to go out in a convoy and catch a bullet.”

“Favian, no,” Adira said softly. Hearing him say that tore her heart apart.

“It’s okay, baby, common sense prevailed. I had more of an appreciation for life than most—even myself—realized at that point,” Favian said. “Anyway, I called Remy and he told me he hadn’t seen her in months. She wasn’t even living in the apartment anymore. With the connections Remy has, he was able to find her and found out the truth. I was done at that point. I came home and she ran to me like she was thrilled to see me, like nothing ever happened. I confronted her with the truth and she went postal. Took more pills and ended up in the psychiatric ward at Bellevue Hospital. It was there that I found out she was manic-depressive and her background was very troubled. I called her parents who I’d never met and told them where she was. They had been looking for her for years since she left upstate New York. I divorced her and they took her home. I was rubbed raw by that point. I’ve never been in a serious relationship since.”

“What happened to Kim?” Adira asked.

“The last I heard she was in a permanent mental health facility,” Favian replied. “Her mother said she had a complete break from reality.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

“It wasn’t my fault nor was it hers. She was just broken and no one could fix her problems. But it took something from me.” Favian looked at her and searched her eyes. “I don’t make this proposal lightly. I know how I feel about you and this baby. I’ve suffered loss before and then suffered a bigger loss when I found out the baby she said she was having wasn’t even real. I grieved for a child that didn’t exist and now I want to celebrate the real thing in my life. Marry me, Adira. I won’t be happy without you in my life.”

“Yes, I’ll marry you, Favian.” Adira caressed his cheek. “I love you, and I promise I will never hurt you. We may have a good row and I may get in a snit from time to time, but I’ll never use this child or the love we have against you.”

He kissed her. “I know, baby, this I definitely know.”

She nodded and smiled. “Then let’s get married.”

“Tomorrow,” he said.

“I think we need more time than that, love.”

“Oh, I know some people who know some people.” Favian winked at her.

“I have no doubt of that.” Adira yawned and snuggled closer into the crook of his arms. “I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit and then we can talk about it more.”

He gave a soft laugh. “You do that,
mi querida, mi amor.
”

She knew the meaning of those terms of endearment well and fell asleep in his arms.
My darling, my love
. This is what she meant to Favian and he meant the same to her. She loved him more than she ever thought possible and he felt the same way about her. The thoughts were like a balm to a life that had been so hard and so terrible for so very long.

Chapter Seven

True to his word, Favian did know a few people and was not willing to wait too long. Instead of the arrangements taking one week it took three, but was still a whirlwind of events. They were to be married at Michelangelo’s restaurant which would be closed for the day and decked out for a wedding celebration. Lynette flew in to be her maid of honor and while she was the only one that Adira had, Favian’s extended family from his mother’s side came in from Puerto Rico for the wedding.

She was nervous meeting them, but they all embraced her like she was long lost family. Adira soon figured out she was marrying into a family filled with tremendous love. The night before the wedding, after dinner, everyone sat in the family room, laughing and talking. Favian had her lie down on the couch with her feet up and her legs across his lap.

His Aunt Carmen—his mother’s sister—looked at her round tummy and predicted, “I think it shall be a girl.”

Her husband Felipe rolled his eyes. “Of course you would. You would like to fill this family with women to rule us men with an iron fist.”

“If you didn’t act like children all the time we wouldn’t have to,” Aunt Maria said primly. She waved her finger at Favian and Remy. “The trouble these two used to get into would turn anyone’s hair white.”

“Oh, do tell,” Lynette said.

“Don’t encourage Auntie Maria. Let’s leave our exploits out of this,” Remy said. Adira noticed that he was sitting very close to Lynette and she wasn’t complaining.
Two years before they get together? Uh-huh, if it takes that long I’ll
eat a plate of kippers,
she thought.

“There is one way to tell the sex of the baby,” Favian’s cousin Santia piped in. “Let’s use the ring test. Remember when Petra was pregnant? It predicted boy and it was right.”

“What’s the ring test?” Adira asked.

“You take a wedding ring and you hang it on a piece of string. If it moves around in a circle it’s a girl. If it moves back and forth it’s a boy,” Aunt Carmen explained.