Sold to Daddy (Bad Daddies), page 9
That’s how we found this home. It’s much smaller than Everett’s family home, but I’m more than happy to downsize. All those hallways and empty rooms was just a bit creepy. This one is much cozier, with four bedrooms. Everett says two are for the kids we’ll eventually have, one is for us, and one is for my art. Ever since the piece I created for Sidney, I’ve found a new love for it.
While Everett works on selling them, I spend most of my time in the studio creating new pieces. Not everything is a masterpiece, and a lot of the times, I get too frustrated and decide to scrap the whole project. The fun part isn’t in making something that people are going to buy. To me, it’s more about the process of creating it. If I can’t look at it and be proud, there’s no point in even finishing it.
There’s a soft noise behind me, and I turn to see Everett step outside in only a pair of sweatpants. The three scars on his side match the one on his forehead, but even all marked up, he’s still handsome. He has a smile on his face, and he approaches me slowly, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I was wondering where you’d run off to,” he says, nuzzling against my ear.
“It’s too cold,” I say, lightly scolding him. “You need to put a shirt on. You can get sick.”
“I have you to warm me up,” he smiles, peppering my neck and shoulders with his kisses. “Come on. Come back inside.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll be there, I promise.”
“Alright. But don’t keep me waiting too long.”
“I won’t,” I say. I watch as Everett returns inside before I look up at the sky.
I don’t know where Mom is. I’ve tried to contact her, or get in touch with her somehow, but every avenue leads to another dead end. She’s nowhere to be found, and I don’t think she even wants to be found again.
There’s a bitterness that comes with that realization. She brought me into this world and raised me, and though I’m grown, I still feel like she’s abandoned me, somehow. Like she’s pawned me off on Everett and disappeared without a trace. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that pain. Not when I know that she’s still out there somewhere, always looking over her shoulder for Derek or his goons.
At the same time, I don’t want to hold onto any resentment. After Derek was arrested, I realized that life was too short to hang onto any negative feelings. I almost lost Everett that day, and knowing that Mom must’ve felt that same fear when she sent me to Everett’s, I can’t completely hate her. She did what she thought was best. And without her doing that, I would never have fallen in love with him. I would’ve never reconnected with the man I always had feelings for. None of this would’ve been possible.
It’s a complex mix of emotions, and I could spend hours parsing every individual thought until I’ve unpacked my entire mental baggage. But why bother? Rather than worrying myself about her safety, I have to give it up to the universe and hope that Mom is somewhere safe. She’s happy, wherever she is. That’s the thought I’d prefer to focus on. That’s the mental image I need to keep me going.
And now that I’ve been honest with my friends, I don’t feel so alone with my love for Everett. As expected, Erica was all for it, but Whitney needed a little convincing. I had to sit her down with us and have her over for dinner before it finally clicked that we were meant to be together. After that, everything else just seemed to fall into place.
I finish off the rest of my coffee and head back inside, stopping by the kitchen to wash out the mug and return it to the cabinet. When I step into the bedroom, Everett lies under the covers with a smirk on his face. I glance to my left and take notice of the same sweatpants he wore outside now lying in a pile by the bathroom door.
“What are you so smiley about?” I ask, crawling back into bed with him.
“You. I missed you.”
“It was only a few minutes,” I murmur, scooting close to him.
“A few minutes too long. I’m happy you’re back, though. I need you.” He presses his hips forward, and I feel something firm press against my thigh.
A slow smile spreads across my face and I say, “What do you need me for, hm?”
“I need you to make me a real daddy already.”
Everett and I have been trying for the last few weeks, and I haven’t taken a test yet—primarily because I’m too afraid of what it might say. I want a family with him, I do, but I’m terrified that I’ll somehow ruin everything. I’m scared that I’ll be like my mother. I’m scared I’ll be worse than my mother.
But when I look into Everett’s eyes, I see that longing for a family that I saw even when he was with Mom. I see his hopes and his dreams, two or three toddlers jumping on him on Christmas morning, and everything makes sense. Everything aligns, and I know that he’s the one I want all of that with.
“Let’s try, then,” I say, reaching under the covers and wrapping a hand around his cock. He’s impossibly hot in my hand, and I squeeze firmly, stroking him with a slow rhythm. His eyes fall closed, and he lets out a deep groan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, pulling me in and pressing his lips to mine.
As his tongue explores my mouth, I begin stroking faster, working my fist over his erection with practiced skill. He pulls away, and with his lips brushing against mine, he says, “I need to be inside you.”
It’s an order, though it isn’t phrased like one. A pleasurable chill runs through my body, and I look into his honey-brown eyes, nodding. Quickly, I remove my pajama bottoms and panties, then pull the covers back. I take hold of his cock and ease myself down onto him, shivering and moaning as he fills out every last inch of me.
It’s a perfect fit, and when I finally reach the base, I still myself, placing both palms flat on his chest for support. Everett holds my hips and says,
“You are so fucking beautiful, Lanie.”
A hot blush covers my face, and I show my appreciation by lifting off of him, only to slide back down just as quickly. The look on his face, his mouth parted slightly and seduction in his eyes, tells me I’m doing everything right.
Steadily, I begin to pick up steam, riding his cock for what I know will probably be the first of many times this morning. Everett’s always the most excited during the morning. Something about all that pent up energy in his sleep must make him incredibly horny, because for the past few weeks, he’s made love to me every morning.
I ride him faster, groaning every time he slides out and then back into my pussy. Everett’s hands reach back and squeeze my ass, giving both cheeks a rough slap of encouragement.
“Fuck,” he groans, squeezing me harder. “That’s it, baby. Ride Daddy’s dick, good girl.”
Everett reaches up and tweaks my nipple, and I let out an instantaneous whimper of pleasure. They’re both so sensitive, and he knows exactly that. At the same time, Everett starts thrusting up, fucking me harder.
“God, yes,” I gasp, biting my bottom lip as I try to remain upright.
“Does that feel good, Lanie?” he asks, tugging my sensitive nipple harder.
“Yes,” I pant. “It feels so fucking good.”
“And you’re mine, aren’t you? You’re my girl?”
I force myself to open my eyes and look down into his. That possessiveness has always been sexy, but there’s something different now. “I’m your girl, Daddy,” I grin, leaning in to steal a kiss. His movements become even faster, and I can hardly think straight. The only thing that escapes my lips is a moan.
Everett pulls me close, his chest against mine, and continues burying himself inside me, over and over. Before I can tell him, my body reacts to this sudden change. I climax hard, crying out into his neck as he relentlessly fucks me.
“That’s it,” he says, laughing deep. He’s merciless, and I love every second of it. “That’s my good girl. Come for Daddy. Oh, fuck.”
The way his hands tighten around me and he speeds his hips up even faster, I can tell he’s reaching his own orgasm, and I roll my hips backwards to help bring him there even faster. Soon, I feel him fill me up, thrusting inside me hard enough to shake the entire bed. Finally, after what feels like hours, he comes down from the excitement, kissing me deeply.
I cup his face and shiver against his larger frame, completely satisfied. I’ve had boyfriends before that were good in bed, but none of them could hold a candle to Everett. None of them could make me come as hard as I did just now.
“Now, just stay there,” he says, rolling me onto my back and sliding a pillow underneath my feet to keep me slightly upright.
I sigh and shake my head, smiling at him. “Can you at least hand me my cellphone.”
“Fine,” he says. “But I don’t want you moving at all. You know what the doctor said.”
“Yeah, yeah! Just gimme my phone and I’ll be good.”
Everett climbs out of bed and grabs my cellphone from the floor. I must’ve knocked it from the nightstand in the middle of all our passion. He places it in my hand and freezes, looking me over. His gaze is intense, and I feel exposed all of a sudden. I know he’s seen me naked plenty of times before, but this is different. I feel like he’s staring into my soul.
Finally, Everett leans in for a soft kiss. Before he pulls away, he says, “I love you.”
I look up into his eyes. “I love you too.”
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Nothing in my life has ever been this nerve-wracking, and I’ve been through some pretty intense shit these past few months. I don’t know what to hope for, so I pace back and forth in the bathroom, glancing at the tiny little stick sitting on the counter.
Please don’t be two lines, I think. I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready to be a mother and have the life of something so tiny and innocent depend on me. I’m not ready to have all that responsibility. Just four years ago, I was still in high school, a child myself. I’m not ready.
Please be two lines, I also think. This is what we both want. I know that if it’s two lines, I’ll have made Everett happier than I’ve ever seen him. I can already imagine the look of pure joy on his face when I break the news to him. More than that, I’ll have an angel in my life, someone I know that I can love unconditionally. Nothing will ever come between us. Nothing can ever hurt my baby, not if I have anything to do about it.
Five minutes pass, and I take a slow breath. I know what answer I want. There’s no inch of doubt in my mind. I know I’ll mess this up every now and then, because no one is truly ready to be a parent. No one really prepares. Everyone just wings it and hopes for the best, and with Everett by my side, I’ll have someone there to help me.
With tentative steps, I approach the counter and slowly lean over to look at the pregnancy test. I see two lines, and everything makes sense in my world.
The End
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