12. What to Expect

I fly to the nearest post office and toss the paternity test into the mailbox, then head straight to a bookstore and arrive just before they close. With a clerk's help, I buy five different books about parenting and being a father, including one they say is a must-read about what to expect in the first two years of a child's life.

I get home, and find Storm and Ex-man heavily into their video game playing and they hardly notice me. I grab a beer out of the fridge and lean against the kitchen counter, and quickly get lost in one book in the chapter about all the things a baby should do by the time they're one. Mentally, I check off each thing I noticed Remy doing, not realizing Storm enters the room.

"Daddy and Me? What Fathers Should Know About Raising a Son? Uh, what's all this?" He raises a brow at the books in the bag on the counter. Ex-man must have heard because the game sounds pause and in a flash he's here, too, examining one of them.

"Fuck, guys. Give me some space." I nab the books back from their grubby hands and stuff them back into the book bag.

"Well, I was going to let you have two slices of pizza I saved for you, but if you don't tell us, you don't get it." Storm reaches a hand to the fridge, but I cut him off, my mouth watering for more food.

"Fine. I met an amazing woman when we were in Montana the night of Duke's wedding and ran into her again. Only I discovered she has a baby and now we're testing to see if it's mine." I gauge their reactions.

They erupt simultaneously with "Holy shit."

"What if it is yours?" Storm asks.

"That's not a problem. As you can see, I'm kind of hoping so." I gesture to the bag, which I take, along with the plate of pizza and my beer, back to my room, leaving them to gape after me.

Later, in my bed, when I get drowsy while skimming one book, my mind drifts to Whitney, back in that Montana hotel when I had her naked under my sheets. My cock rages to life and my fingers skim down my torso, into my boxers. I stroke my hard rod, longing to be inside her tight walls again…

I kiss back up to her lips, making her taste herself on me because something that good needs to be savored. I delivered on my promise of her three orgasms, and now my balls cry for their release. She's breathless, smiling, the dim light from the nightstand glowing off her glistening body.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper. As if suddenly bashful, her cheeks turn rosy and she glances away. Something tells me tonight might be an anomaly for her. She's not the type of woman to pick up strangers in a bar; she doesn't sleep around. Far from being a puck bunny, she's too classy for that.

I could fuck her fast and hard, but she's the kind of woman to take my time with. I don't want this night to end.

"Let me prove it to you." I get up and retrieve a condom, sliding it onto my cock. She studies my every move as I bring the desk chair and set it in front of the mirrored closet door. Then I take her hand in mine, leading her from the bed to the chair.

I sit facing the mirror, bringing her between my legs so she can have a good look at herself. "You need to see what I see. A woman so breathtakingly beautiful, I long to be inside of you just to watch you bloom from a tight rosebud, coming undone right before my eyes. Sit back and straddle me."

She does, and I hold her steady, lowering her down onto my cock inch by inch. She hisses, stretching, watching as I disappear inside of her.

When she's fully seated upon me, my hands caress up her creamy thighs, to her breasts, one lingering there, while the other continues to her chin, lifting so her eyes meet mine in the mirror.

"Reach down and please yourself and watch yourself. Be confident, baby. Nothing more sexy than that," I encourage her.

Tight and hot around me, causing my balls to ache in desperate need of release, I grit my teeth and hold back. Certain she's not a virgin, she's not stretched by many men either. Just something I can tell or hope.

"See. Fucking beautiful, baby." I peer over her shoulder at the sight of her in the mirror plucking her nipples, and strumming her clit. Her heated eyes watch herself, chest heaving, moans getting louder, bringing herself to a quick climax.

"You are, too," her husky voice purrs, then turns, facing me, straddling me. Our bodies merge seamlessly, moving as one in an intense and passionate dance.

My skin slick with sweat, I grit my teeth, still holding back my release, relishing in the almost painful but intensely pleasurable sensation of being inside of her. Thrust after thrust, my hands guiding on her round ass, our bodies move together in an electrifying connection.

And with one last thrust, we both cry out in ecstasy. A deep growl rumbles through me, never feeling this way with another woman in a one-night stand before… But who says this has to be only once with her?

If only I'd known my seed planted something special inside of her that night. I had an emotionally absent father; I don't want that for Remy. I can do better, and if Remy is my son, then I'll do everything I can to be there for him.