Chapter Thirteen: Andrew

I fucking missed her while she was gone. A handful of hours and I was losing my mind. I had no idea what was happening to me, but when it came to Kelsey, I didn’t care.

The moment I sat next to Nate at the sports bar, he pointed out that something had changed in me and immediately attributed the change to Kelsey. He wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t know what my friend was seeing.

“She makes you a better version of yourself,” he said.

“I’m still not interested in relationships.”

“Too bad you’re already in one. And remember, I wasn’t either.”

I’d cursed the entire way home, because I knew he was right. At first, I was okay with dipping my toes into the thought pool of being serious with someone. Then, Kelsey got sick, and taking care of her made me realize—I was all in . Even before I went to the drugstore and made that fateful purchase while she slept in my bed. And then , when the baby was added to the mix, I decided I never wanted Kelsey out of my sight.

Rory was going to flip out when she found out, but I was almost past the point of caring.

Autumn let me know when Rory and Kelsey left the theater, and I began setting up dinner. I wanted to show Kelsey that I was more than just a farmer or a billionaire.

I enlisted Roman and his mom for help setting up the back deck, since the last thing I needed was to fall off the ladder when I wasn’t fully healed, and I worried it would be too much at first, but the moment Kelsey walked out through the sliding glass door, and her face showed nothing but awe at the setup, I threw caution to the wind. I didn’t even care if the steaks burned on the grill as I kissed her.

My cock was already hard as stone. And I cursed the jeans I wore, because the basketball shorts I usually lounged in wouldn’t have been cutting my circulation off like the denim was.

“You know, I’m usually all for breaking rules,” she said, running her hands up my chest, and I nearly purred like a fucking cat beneath her touch. “But I’m starving.”

Her stomach chose that moment to make a noise that reminded me of a tiger’s roar.

“Well, let’s get you two fed. I cooked one of the steaks a bit longer for you.”

“You did?” Her head tilted in confusion.

“Yep, one of the baby books says not to eat anything undercooked. So it’s well-done.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, her eyes looking a little glassy even with the smile on her lips.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome. Help yourself to everything else. There’s a salad in the bowl and succotash in the covered dish.”

As I went back to the grill, I looked over my shoulder when she called over, “Wow. This looks amazing.”

She lifted the cover to the dish, and her eyes widened. I made enough to feed a small army, but I was a growing boy, as my mom still liked to say at every Sunday dinner. And I suspected Kelsey was going to eat more than she expected, since the doctor had given her a sample of an anti-nausea medication while we were there this morning.

I plated the steaks and brought them over, being careful not to put too much weight on me braced knee, and set her nearly charred piece in front of her. Kelsey glanced up at me with the softest smile and a sheen in her eyes once again.

“This was really sweet of you, Andrew.”

I gave her a grin and sat, waiting for her to dish out her sides first before getting my own. Not ten minutes in and Kelsey had already finished her steak and succotash and was now filling her entire plate with salad.

“I picked up your medicine at the pharmacy on my way home,” I tell her, and her fork stops halfway to her open mouth as she looks at me with wide eyes.

“Oh my gosh, I completely forgot. Thank you. I always thought pregnancy brain was something made up, but I’m beginning to realize it’s not.”

“Oh, it’s definitely real. I remember Colton telling me that Autumn stood in the middle of Chuck’s Grocery for an hour, completely inconsolable, because she had forgotten why she stopped there in the first place.”

“No,” she said in shock. “You’re joking.”

“Nope. True story.” Done with the small talk, I pushed forward to what I really wanted to talk to her about. “So, tell me, how are you feeling about the baby? Truthfully.”

Kelsey stared at me across the table as she pointed her fork at me. “You know, I was terrified at first. Being a mother had never been on my radar. I mean, look at the fine example I have. But after seeing it in the ultrasound and hearing its heartbeat, I’m excited.” Her face scrunched. “Although I hate calling him or her an it.”

I chuckled. “I’m glad. Maybe ‘them’?” I suggested.

“I just hope I don’t screw them up,” she tried out, then nodded. “Better.” After another bite of salad, she pondered aloud, “What if being a terrible parent is genetic?”

“You won’t be, Kelsey.” I laughed as I grabbed the beer I had with me while I was grilling and took a hearty sip.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because, first, look at how well you took care of me. I acted like a child 99 percent of the time, and you did great.”

“You did not.” She giggled.

“Okay, maybe closer to 85 percent.”

“That’s more realistic.” She nodded, sipping her water.

“Anyway, you dealt with me, and look at where we are now,” I pointed out.

“That’s true,” she said, filling her fork with all the slivers of cucumber she could find in the salad bowl, and I made a mental note to grab extras from the garden next time I was at the farm as she moaned around that bite.

“And second, if being a bad parent was genetic, I’m pretty certain there would be a lot more assholes on this planet.”

She nearly choked on her glass of water. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Do you think you’ll tell the father?” The question had been on my mind since she took the pregnancy test. Would he be hands on? Would he want Kelsey back after realizing his mistake? Or would he be the complete opposite and abandon his child like he did their mother?

“I know I’ll have to, but I don’t know when or how. And he isn’t even the one I’m most concerned about.”

“Your mom?” I guessed, and she nodded.

I knew the woman was a poisonous individual in Kelsey’s life, and she’d likely use the baby to her own benefit. From what I’d learned of the woman, she only cared about herself.

“You don’t have to tell her anything if you don’t want to.”

“She’ll find out when I cut her off completely and she shows up at my apartment raising hell.”

“You could just stay here.” I shrugged as if it was no big deal, when really, I wanted that to be her decision more than anything else in the world.

“Here?”

“Ashfield. I can’t think of a better place to raise a child.”

Her face was wistful for a moment, and then she shook herself, my heart sinking. “I can’t. I need to get back home. My life is in Nashville.”

Finishing my beer, I reached over and stroked a finger along the back of her hand, which clutched at her glass of water. The condensation was pooling along her top finger and dripping over the rest of them.

“Not your whole life, Kelsey,” I rumbled low.

She swallowed, the sound audible across the table. “What are we doing, Andrew? If Rory found out…,” she whispered, letting the repercussions of our actions hang in the air.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to stop it. I’m not sure I could if I tried,” I confessed, and we both grew quiet.

Once we finished our meals, we worked together to carry everything back into the kitchen. Kelsey refused to let me load the dishwasher, even though she did it most nights when she cooked as well.

Leaning against the wall, I watched her work, imagining how she’d look in a few months with a swollen belly. I could picture her gently humming to the baby or rubbing her hand across her skin as she spoke gently to them.

I could see it all, and I wasn’t completely terrified. In fact, I wasn’t scared at all.

“Kelsey,” I called out her name, and she instantly stilled. Glancing over her shoulder while she held the big bowl in her grasp, I shook my head for her to stop. She immediately placed the bowl back in the sink, turned off the faucet, wiped her hands on the dish towel, and slowly shuffled toward me.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her hands reaching for my arms.

“No, it’s not. I need you.”

“Wh—? What do you mean?”

I reached out and pulled her closer, pressing our bodies so close that not even a slip of paper could come between us. “I want to eat dessert now.”

“Oh.” She looked over at the countertop, confusion marring her features, until she felt my hand travel across her hip and over her ass, where I squeezed the lush cheek through her dress. “Oooh.” Her eyes went half-mast. “Andrew,” she moaned, and I fastened our mouths together, my tongue immediately exploring hers, as she rocked her hips against me.

“I want to taste you, Kelsey,” I growled against her lips. “I want to feel you come in my mouth and on my cock.”

“Holy hell,” she whimpered, and I felt her begin to tremble.

I moved my mouth to her ear, letting my breath tease her as I asked, “Will you let me have my dessert now, baby? Don’t make me beg.”

No hesitation. “Yes, Andrew.”

I slid my hand around to the front of her dress and started gathering up the material until I could slip my hand between her legs. When I felt her panties were damp already, I nearly came in my pants.

“Yes. Oh my God, yes, please,” she begged, so I rubbed her through the hot, wet cotton with my fingers, then teased along the elastic, as if I’d slip inside, but I refrained.

I pulled my hand away, allowing the material to fall back into place. “Go to our room. Take off your dress, and lie on the bed,” I commanded, and her hazy gaze cleared before her eyes shot up to mine, and then she scurried from the room.

While I gave her a few minutes of privacy, I moved around the house, turning off the lights outside and grabbing the last of the dinnerware. In the kitchen, I closed the dishwasher and left everything in the sink. I would deal with it later. There were more important things in the other room that needed my attention.

Opening the door to the bedroom, I should have prepared myself for what I would find on the other side. A dim light from the nightstand lamp cast a soft yellow glow through the room. Shadows fell over Kelsey, showcasing the dips and curves of her body.

Clad in a plain bra and those cotton panties, she was one of the sexiest things I’d ever laid eyes on.

“Fuck me,” I mumbled as I stepped into the room, propping my crutch against the wall next to the door. “You’re beautiful.”

I watched her chest rise and fall as she stared at me across the room. She was either nervous or overly excited, based on the way her fingers gripped the blanket beneath her and the pace of her breaths.

Slowly, I discarded my shirt and toed off my shoes and socks.

“Baby.” I sighed as I carefully climbed on the bed, trying to keep my head on straight and remember my knee. My cock was drawing all my blood supply at the moment, and all I could focus on was the scent of her arousal in the air between us. “You want this with me?” I asked her, and when she nodded, I kissed her like my life depended on it.

My body rested on top of hers as I held myself up with my elbows and wedging my denim-covered thigh between her bare legs. The heat from her pussy nearly scalded me through my jeans.

Her hands reached around my back, stroking the skin as she tried to pull me closer. Instead, I moved my mouth from her lips and trailed them over her jaw and down her throat, her body lurching when I sucked on the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder.

Behind her back, I slid my hand to the clasp of her bra and unhooked it.

“Fuck, show me your tits, baby.” I pulled back so she could remove the material and watched her bite her bottom lip as her breasts were freed from their confines.

“Perfect,” I groaned as I cupped one with my free hand, rubbing the dusty-rose nipple with my thumb. She hissed at the contact, and I stopped.

“Sorry, they’re just sensitive.”

Slowing my movements, I replied, “I’ll be gentle.”

“Please don’t,” she said saucily, and that sneaky grin grew on her lips.

Bending down, I sucked the peak into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, while my hand caressed her other breast.

“Oh my,” Kelsey whimpered as she ground her hips against my thigh.

I switched my mouth to the opposite breast and snaked my fingers down her belly until I met the elastic of her panties. Slipping inside, I sought out her hot pussy and stroked my finger against her clit. Her sex was soaked in her feminine heat.

Sliding my hand back and forth along her slit, I slowly dipped one digit inside to find the tightest fucking channel I’d ever felt.

Pulling myself up, I looked up from my hand to find Kelsey’s head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open on a silent cry. “Jesus, you’re tight, baby.”

Her head slowly came down as she looked at me through her lust-filled eyes.

My name left her lips on a moan as she rocked her body against my hand. I used the heel of my palm to press against her clit as a second finger joined the first to thrust inside her.

“I’m… I’m going to come, Andrew.”

“Show me,” I demanded, and her body stiffened before erupting around my fingers. I felt her pulsing, squeezing, and when her walls relaxed, I slipped my hand free to taste her essence with my tongue.

In a flash, I slid off the bed and moved to the end, grabbed her foot, and yanked her toward me. Her panties came off without any delay. Not that it mattered, because I had every intention of tearing them from her body if they got in the way.

She closed her bent legs on instinct, but I forced them apart with my shoulders as I bent forward.

“You have a gorgeous pussy,” I told her as I trailed my finger through her swollen lips, playing with the sensitive flesh. “It’s pink and plump, and I can’t wait to get my mouth on it.”

Her words were a garbled mess, but I was fairly certain I heard her utter my name in the midst of them. It didn’t matter though; my focus was on eating her out until she begged me to stop, and then I’d do it again.

The first taste of her wetness on my fingers was like my favorite salty, sweet combination. Straight from the tap though, I quickly found myself hooked on it. Of course, she would have the best tasting cum—as if I wasn’t already addicted to her.

“Mm… delicious.”

My hands joined my tongue as I spread her wide and licked her like she was the best fucking ice cream cone I’d ever tasted. In truth, she surpassed it. My fingers dove back inside her channel, plunging in and out as I crooked them toward the ceiling. My tongue swirled around her clit until Kelsey’s thighs clenched around my head, holding me in place.

“Too much,” she mumbled, and I added a third finger to her sex. Her answering groan was the only sound I needed to know she was enjoying every part of this.

“I need you to come, baby. Let me taste your sweetness.”

“Oh fuck!” she cried out as her hand gripped my hair and tugged. My cock was so rigid I was certain there would be an imprint of my zipper on my skin.

“That’s it.” The waves of her pleasure seemed to start off gentle, then built into a crescendo as she met her pinnacle, and I gently rubbed her pussy as she rode each of those waves, savoring the heat against my hand.

Gradually, I pulled back and watched as her breathing slowed, and she opened her eyes.

“Hi,” she whispered, as if she’d been out of it for days.

“Hi,” I replied, bending down to kiss her again. When I stood up, her eyes darted down to the tent in my pants. My cockhead had slowly worked itself free of the waistband of my boxer briefs and jeans.

Hesitantly, she sat up, reached out, and stroked the sensitive skin with the tip of her finger, and I hissed between my teeth.

“Is it my turn now?” she asked coyly. It was as if her two orgasms had flipped a switch inside her, and now she was ravenous.

“You don’t have to,” I told her. “This isn’t quid pro quo.”

Sitting up on her knees, her breasts swaying with the movement, pulling my eyes toward the swollen peeks, she grasped the button of my jeans and popped it open. The zipper soon followed. “Well, it’s a good thing that I want to.”

Kelsey tugged at the jeans until they sat midthigh and did the same to my boxer briefs, my cock nearly smacking her cheek as she released it.

“You want to know a secret?” she purred as her hand wrapped around my shaft, just below the tip. Agonizingly slow, she moved her hand up and around the head.

“Mmhm,” I responded, my lips sucked between my teeth to keep myself from whimpering like a teenaged boy.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw your dick.”

My jaw dropped. “W-What?”

“Yep. When I gave you that shower, and you were a mean SOB. It turned me on.” She shrugged, then took hold of my hips and in one motion stood up, turned us until we switched positions, then pushed me down on the end of the bed. “Gotta rest that knee,” she told me, taking off my knee brace before tugging my clothes down to my ankles.

“Oh fuck,” I said, closing my eyes as she went to her knees between my spread thighs, grabbed my cock in her little fist, and swirled her tongue around the mushroom head, licking at the drop of pre-cum as it escaped.

“And you know what?”

“No,” I groaned, wondering where this woman had come from.

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

My head fell back on my shoulders. “Jesus Christ.”

“I got myself off that first night, thinking about sucking your cock.” Her mouth enveloped the crown, then slid down my shaft fully until she gagged, before she pulled back, then repeated the motion once again.

I lifted my head and stared down at her. “Are you fucking serious right now? I’m not even sure if what I’m hearing is what you’re saying. That feels too good.”

She pulled off long enough to grin and say, “It’s the truth. Does that do something to you, knowing I fantasized about sucking you off?” before going back to what she’d been doing.

My girl obviously had an oral fixation, and I couldn’t believe my luck just kept growing where she was concerned.

“Baby, I’m about to tear your pussy in two when you’re done playing around.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she countered.

I didn’t know where this minx had come from. She was the complete opposite of the woman Kelsey wanted everyone to think she was, but I could tell this was truly a part of her. Now her perusals in the erotic section of the bookstore made more sense.

Those were her guidebooks.

She reached around for my ass cheek and gripped it as she swallowed my cock to the back of her throat. Pulling back, Kelsey stroked my shaft, twisting her hand around the base and gliding it up and down until she put her mouth on me again.

Soon, I felt my balls tighten, and I told her I was going to come if she didn’t stop.

“I want to taste it,” she argued, and that was all it took.

I exploded on her tongue, shooting jets of cum right down her throat, and she swallowed every single drop.

“Shit,” I mumbled, lightheaded, falling back on the mattress as I worked to catch my breath.

“Was that okay?” she asked, and I looked down my body to find her eyeing me nervously. A complete contradiction to the woman who just sucked all my brain cells out through my cock.

Sitting back up, I reached out and gripped her chin between my thumb and pointer finger, holding her still as we locked eyes. “Baby, if that had been any better, I would have died.”

Her smile told me that was the answer she’d been hoping for. Forcing her face closer, I sealed our mouths together. The flavor of Kelsey masked my own taste on her tongue, but I wouldn’t have cared either way. I needed to kiss her.

Releasing her chin, I worked my pants and boxers off my ankles as she settled back on the bed. I laid beside her and pulled at her hips so she faced me. As I stroked the soft skin along her side, Kelsey slid her thigh over mine. Our bodies pressed together, and my erection jumped back to life against her stomach.

“How wet are you, baby?” I asked as I slipped my hand between her legs, not surprised to find her drenched.

“Soaked?” she confirmed almost shyly.

“Perfect. Now ride me,” I commanded as I flipped our bodies, and her scorching pussy came to rest on top of my shaft.

She slowly rocked her hips back and forth, coating my cock in her slick heat. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, and her movements picked up.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Touch your tits.”

Like a good girl, she grasped both her breasts in her hands and rolled the nipples between her fingers.

“That’s it. Think you can take me now?” I asked, and her head jerked up and down. “Lift up.”

Grabbing the base of my dick, I rubbed the tip back and forth along her slit before aligning it with her entrance. And then Kelsey slowly lowered herself inch by agonizing inch.

“That’s it, baby. Take it all,” I growled between clenched teeth, using all my strength not to grasp her hips and force her down until I was buried to the hilt inside her.

“I’m so full,” she whimpered when she was only halfway.

“I need more,” I rumbled, and Kelsey nodded and released her breasts, placing her palms on my chest.

Slowly, she pulled her hips up and then back down, taking a few more inches. She continued this torture, until finally, I felt her ass against my balls.

“God, baby. You are amazing,” I praised her as she shuddered. “So tight. So perfect.”

As excruciating as it was, I wanted to give her time to adjust to my size. I was willing to wait until she was ready. Carefully, she began rising up and then sinking back down, repeating the movement again and again, her sweet ass hitting the top of my thighs each time.

“You’re perfect, baby. Look at how my cock slides in and out of you. Your tight pussy grips it like a fist.”

“Andrew,” she moaned as she bounced herself gingerly on my dick. I felt that sound all the way to the tips of my toes.

Feeling how easily I slipped in and out of her, thanks to how wet she was, I grabbed her hips, unable to take her slow rhythm any longer. I held her still, then started thrusting upward into her sex.

“Oh, God!”

“Rub your clit. Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

Nodding vigorously, she slipped her hand down her stomach until her fingers brushed the small bundle of nerves. Her entire body jerked in my hold as she pleasured herself. It was an entirely new sensation, feeling her fingers slide along my cock as I plunged into her.

“I’m gonna come!” she cried out as her hand started moving faster. “Yes,” she hissed, just as her sex squeezed my cock.

“Come all over me, baby.”

Her release pulled my orgasm from me before I knew what was happening. I held her still, my fingers digging into her lush hips, as my erection pulsed, shooting my load deep inside her pussy.

Her body lurched from the aftershocks until she laid trembling in my arms, my spent cock still lodged inside her depths.

I ran my hand down her spine and then back up as her heart beat wildly against my chest. My fingers moved from her spine to her hair, where I combed through the long strands. Next time, I wanted to feel my fist wrapped around those silk tresses as she called my name.

“Hey,” she said lazily as she peered up at me.

“Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Mm… remarkable.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm.”

“That’s good. I didn’t hurt you, did I? Or the baby?”

“We’re all good here.”

I grinned. “Good.”

“And you want to know something else?” she asked as she propped up onto her hands, leaned her face close to mine, and licked at my lips before tugging my bottom one with her teeth.

“What’s that?” I asked before she even let go, making her giggle.

“I’m going to get a glass of water, and then I’m expecting round two.”

Gripping her hips, I tugged her closer until her pussy was inches from my face. “I don’t think you have any idea what kind of monster you just unleashed,” I warned her, seeing the evidence of our orgasms made her swollen pussy glisten.

“Maybe I do.” She smirked as she reached for the headboard, looking down at me from above.

“You can get your water later. Right now, I want to finish my meal.”

And with that, I hoisted her body closer until my face aligned with her dripping sex, and then I ate the best damn extra dessert of my life.