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  She groaned as Steve leaned down and kissed her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. “How, much longer do we have to wait, Steve? I move into my apartment in a few weeks. Would it be so bad to just start our new life together now, start creating a family?”

  His fingers crawled down Emma’s spine, sending shockwaves through her body as he spoke with his lips touching her ear, tickling. “It’s not that simple, darling. We have to be careful, you know, or I’ll lose everything. After you move out, I’ll start the divorce, and when it’s final, we’ll start dating publicly. And then, after a couple of months, we can consider having a child together.”

  And that was the problem, the reason Emma had to secure her own future as the mother of Steve’s child. Every time they discussed this, there was something else in the way, and now, instead of weeks, he was talking about months. But this time, it didn’t bother her, and she sighed into his mouth as he kissed her fully, his tongue dancing in her mouth. This time, she was prepared.

  She slowly moved her hands over Steve’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt and flattening her palms against the warm skin beneath. She loved the way the thin hairs moved against her fingers as she trailed her fingers up and down.

  He broke the kiss to pull Emma’s shirt over her head, and she cooperatively raised her arms so it would slide right off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he cupped her breasts in his hands, staring at them with his lips parted in desire. It was her favorite expression, the one she’d fallen in love with on their first ‘date’. She reached up and grabbed his wrists, taking his hands from her body and walking backward, guiding him toward the bed as she lay back to pull him on top of her.

  Steve’s eyes ran over her body, and she could feel the caress that came from them. She reached up, smoothing a hand over his cheek, running all her fingers through his greying hair. There were times they were so filled with passion and need that they were rough, fast, and frantic, but most of the time, they made love, and Emma was intent on giving him the tenderness he couldn’t find elsewhere.

  He told her it was what made him fall for her.

  Emma’s head fell back as Steve’s lips drew lines over her, from her shoulder down her arm and back up, across her chest as he made circles with his tongue around each nipple. They grew taut, and her breasts felt heavier as he moved down her stomach to the waistline of her shorts, and he removed them with infinitely slow movements. He dragged them down her legs, and as he moved back up, he kissed his way over the inside of her thighs until she could feel his breath on her center, as hot as her own moisture.

  He licked her folds, once and then again, and she could feel an eruption building inside her. The pressure was intense, and as he circled her cleft with his tongue, she fisted her hands in his hair, holding him there in case he should try to stop too soon. With one flick of his tongue, just inside her, she cried out, the rush of pleasure through her body making her feel like she might shatter into a million pieces.

  But it wasn’t what she wanted most, and she tugged at his hair, pulling him back up her body. She kissed him, tasting herself on him, and she reached for his pants, thrusting her hand inside to curl her fingers around his cock. It was hard, thick, and it jumped in her hand as he hissed in a breath at the skin to skin contact. Steve reached for his fly and kicked the pants to the floor, making it easier for her to slide her closed hand up and down his length, until he was ready to blow.

  As he reached for the condom, Emma’s heart raced. This is it, she thought, and she watched him roll the rubber over his erection before rolling him to his back and straddling him. She didn’t take the top position very often, but she knew how much he loved it, and she wanted to feel the full effect of his orgasm, which was always more intense at this angle.

  Kissing him deeply, she impaled herself on his length, slipping inch by inch onto him until he was completely sheathed inside her, and she quivered with the ecstasy of the way it felt, knowing it was only a fraction of how wonderful it would feel to have his seed in her, to carry his child.

  She began to rock her hips, and Steve’s hands covered her breasts, massaging and rolling her nipples under his thumbs as she undulated slowly, biting her lip at the utter pleasure of the ride. She felt him growing, ready to burst, and she moved just a bit faster, making sure he was looking as she took her index finger and began to rub circles on her own cleft.

  She convulsed, between the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out and the added stimulation of her own ministrations, and her inner walls began to spasm as every inch of skin, even her hair, tingled with her crest. She moaned long and hard with the orgasm, and it drove his over the top as he pulled her down to him and held her still, his fingers biting into her hips.

  For the first time, she felt his seed, the warmth of it filling the condom and leaking into her, and she smiled in her glory. This could be the beginning, she thought as she collapsed onto him, letting him run his fingers up and down her back until she had goose-bumps while they both gasped for air.

  She imagined herself, a couple of months from now, shopping in the maternity section at the department store, and she thought of all the adorable clothes she could buy their son.

  As he slid out of her, she rolled to his side and reached down to remove the condom, wanting to make sure he didn’t notice the little ‘mishap’. She knew he’d be happy when he found out she was pregnant, and he wouldn’t question her about anything, probably just assuming that one of the condoms had broken at some point.

  She tossed it in the bag that lined the wastebasket beside the bed, which she would remove from the room with the candles before her mother came home. With a contented sigh, she settled herself against his side, with her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. Steve wrapped his arm around her, running his fingers through her mussed hair.

  Emma lay there, quiet for several minutes, and Steve leaned over, kissing her forehead. This was her favorite part. Of course, she enjoyed the sex, and she couldn’t imagine anyone being any better in bed than he was. She figured it was probably a combination of natural talent and experience. But she liked cuddling the best, the feel of the love that they shared enveloping them in their own private bubble.

  She couldn’t understand why age mattered so much to some people. After all, it was only a number, and really, at seventeen, she felt that she was far more mature than her mother, twenty years her senior. That woman was selfish and mean and uncaring, and those were traits of the immature. Every time she was with Steve, Emma proved just how mature she was, with her love and kindness and sheltering arms. That was how a wife and mother should be to her husband and children.

  She shifted her chin to smile up at him. “You know, I think we should name him Trent.”

  He frowned. “Name who Trent?”

  She slapped his chest. “Our son. Your middle name is Trent, and I think we should name our son after you without creating one of those ‘Junior’ situations.”

  He chuckled. “You really are thinking ahead, aren’t you? And what if it’s a girl?”

  She shook her head. “It never hurts to be prepared. And for your information, we’re not having a girl. We’re going to have a boy. I’m going to put the energy out there, into the world, and it’s going to bring us a little boy.”

  He drew the back of his knuckles over her cheek lovingly and nodded. “Okay, I get it. But just in case, I like Tara for a girl.”

  She brushed it off. “Whatever. That’s fine. She pushed herself up on her elbow and kissed his chest several times, speaking between kisses. “We’ll have the girl after we have a boy. We’ll get married at the park on Main Street, with the pretty white gazebo over the pond, and I’ll toss the bouquet from the bridge over the stream. We’ll buy a little house, not one of these monstrosities, just outside of town, and I’ll be a stay-at-home mom who actually loves her children and her husband.” She finally raised her eyes to his face. “And we’ll have at least two kids, maybe three, if I’m not worn out by the first two.”
/>   He just listened, the way he always did when she talked about the future, and she absently ran her fingers down his chest, over his stomach, and over his groin. The instant she traced over him, a sound came from his throat, and his cock began to grow again. She smiled to herself, loving how easily she could arouse him. Excited, she scooted lower, until she could watch her hand as she played with him, his erection growing inch by slow inch as his head fell back and his eyelids drooped.

  When she had him halfway there, she moved between his legs and closed her mouth over him, running her lips up and down his length while she cupped his sac, rolling it in her palm. He sighed and moaned, and when he was rock hard, she moved up his body, kissed him, and lowered herself on him once again. He slid in easily, since Emma was still wet from a few minutes before, and he reached out, cupping the back of her neck as she began to ride him.

  Her lazy movements were sensual, and she basked in the added sensation of his cock inside, the nerve endings still stimulated and now going into overdrive. But it didn’t seem to be enough for Steve, who grabbed her around the waist and rolled over so he nearly crushed her into the bed. She welcomed the weight, and she came with incredible force as he drilled into her, over and over.

  She’d never felt him without a condom, and she said nothing, imagining that he was so lost in the moment he hadn’t even thought about it. When he spilled into her, she shuddered and writhed with her own orgasm, the feel of his hot fluid rushing into her invigorating and the sound of his cry of ecstasy only heightening her glow.

  His sweaty form lay on top of her for several minutes as he breathing grew even again, and she basked in triumph. Finally, he groaned and said, “Jesus, that was such a bad idea.” He pulled up off her and looked down into her face. “I’m sorry, I know we should have used another condom.”

  She shook her head, her grin bright. “It was amazing. And it’s alright, Steve. If something happens, then it was meant to be. I’m ready for it.”

  He looked ill for a minute, but seemed to swallow the fear and got up. “Come on, we need to get dressed and clean this up.”

  She didn’t move right away. “Tell me you love me first,” He gave her a warning look, and she shook her head. “I’m not moving until you tell me you love me.”

  He stood there, pulling his sleeves over his arms, and stared. For a moment, Emma was disappointed, thinking he was actually going to refuse her. But finally, he jumped on the bed, bouncing it so hard it made her giggle, and he grabbed her, rolling her on top of him as she laughed. “I do love you, Emma. Don’t you ever worry about that. Just understand that things need to go a certain way in order for all this to work out. And that means not leaving any evidence of what we do in here. So, get your ass up and get to work.” He smacked her butt, rolled her back over, and stood.

  Reluctantly, Emma slid from the bed and rearranged the sheets, making the bed as crisply as it had been before. She grabbed a grocery bag from the kitchen and blew out the candles, dropping all of them into the bag and making sure not a drop of wax was left behind. Finally, she replaced the bag in the wastebasket and looked over the room, satisfied nothing was out of place and even more elated that she’d gotten exactly what she’d wanted.

  And if it didn’t work this time, she had plenty of chances still wrapped in her dresser drawer.

  Standing in the bathroom of her new apartment, Emma stared excitedly at the pregnancy test. It was happening, and she was so ready. Steve was on his way over, and she couldn’t wait to give him the news. Not sure what would happen after his ‘lapse in judgment’, he’d escalated arguments between himself and Emma’s mother, until he’d finally filed for divorce a week before Emma moved out.

  He’d been coming by since she moved here, staying in his own place some nights but here most nights, and she couldn’t wait until his lease ended so they could move in together. In the meantime, she would enjoy the baby growing in her belly, and she’d start collecting furniture and clothes and decorations for what she knew was little Trent. It was only a matter of time before they were married. Emma planned on telling her mother in the next few weeks and was anxious to watch her face crumble, the way her mother had watched Emma cry so many times when she missed her father.

  Steve was different, too. It wouldn’t matter if, for some reason, Emma changed or became like her mother, though she had no intention of doing so. He wouldn’t leave his children behind. They would have this child and love it, showering him with everything that had been lacking in Emma’s own childhood. Together, she and Steve would build the family she’d never had before.

  Love Child

  By Kayla Darling & Honey Harper

  Kelsey stared out into the backyard of her mother’s house, remembering when her mother used to push her on the swing as a little girl. The rope was old, and the board would probably break if Kelsey was to sit on it, but her mother had left it there, claiming it had sentimental value.

  She couldn’t have known how hard it would be for Kelsey to look at it now. The lump in her throat choked her, and as tears welled in her eyes once again, she fought nausea. It had been six months since the accident, and Kelsey was beginning to wonder if it would ever get easier to go on living without her mother.

  She turned toward the kitchen door at the sound of footsteps in the next room, and she quickly wiped her eyes. Kelsey hated being this vulnerable, and she knew Ryan Peters wasn’t faring any better than she was in the loss of the woman they both loved. It had been hard, at first, to think of her mother marrying Ryan. After all, Kelsey had still missed her father at the time. But over the last seven years, she’d come to appreciate what Ryan did for her and her mother. He’d made Kelsey’s mother glow again.

  Even in her early teens, Kelsey had worried about going away to college and leaving her mother alone, but Ryan came into the picture, and Kelsey had been living on campus an hour and a half away for the past year and a half. She had trusted Ryan to take care of her mother, and he’d done just that. A couple of years younger than Kelsey’s mother, he’d been full of life and energy and love that had renewed her mother’s hope for the future.

  She watched him pad over to the coffee pot with bare feet and his robe hanging open over a tank top and boxers, his eyes hollowed with puffy dark circles under them. He obviously hadn’t slept well last night…again. He had admitted to Kelsey that he had nightmares about the accident, and it kept him awake at night. She’d suggested counseling, but he’d turned it down, and she felt like a hypocrite, considering that she’d dropped out of college for lack of concentration and still refused to see a therapist.

  “Good morning,” he greeted after he’d poured himself a mug of the hot brew, his voice gruff.

  “Good morning,” she returned, trying to infuse her words with enthusiasm she didn’t feel. It was hard to think about enjoying her day, knowing her mother wasn’t here, that she’d never be able to share her thoughts with the woman that had been the center of her universe, ever again. But for Ryan’s benefit, she tried to seem positive. “I’ve got some biscuits in the oven,” she told him as he sat at the small breakfast table across from her.

  He nodded absently, and she followed his gaze to the coffee cup she held in front of her. She understood his sad expression well – they’d bought three of these as souvenirs when they’d vacationed in Jamaica a few years ago. The entire trip had been perhaps the best days of her life.

  Kelsey studied Ryan’s expression and saw new lines marching across his face. All of this was aging him, and she worried. It was the reason that, after she’d dropped out of college, she’d moved back here, into this house. Much as she hadn’t liked the thought of leaving her mother alone, she was now concerned about Ryan. He barely made it through the day sometimes, and he often looked pale and sad. Besides, even in the dorms with roommates, Kelsey had felt lonely. At least it helped to be in this house that her mother had lovingly decorated, where she could be with the only other family she had left.

  It was Satur
day, and neither of them had any obligations for the day. Kelsey wanted to suggest they go somewhere and do something, just to get out of the house and get their minds on something else, but she didn’t know if she was up to it herself. Instead, she suggested, “Why don’t we finish breakfast and go find some trash television to watch? And maybe later, we’ll get cleaned up and go to the mall. I need to look for a new video card for my computer. It seems to have fried itself.” It was an excuse, but if he thought she truly needed something, Ryan was usually more willing to push himself to go out.

  He nodded, finishing one cup of coffee and pacing over to pour another. “That sounds like a good idea to me. We’ll take the truck. I need to get the oil changed anyway.” Kelsey read between the lines – it was another excuse. He couldn’t bring himself to drive the sedan he had yet to sell, the one that had been repaired after the accident, the one her mother had driven.

  They toiled in the kitchen for almost an hour longer, and then they simply relocated to the couch, bringing their fresh refills of java along. Kelsey, feeling like munching, brought a bag of potato chips with her. She watched with detachment while Ryan flipped channels, and when he finally landed on a rerun marathon of one of her favorite reality shows and put the remote aside, she settled in, becoming engulfed in the shows.

  She snuggled deep into the couch, folding her feet under her, and she scooted closer to Ryan, offering him the bag of chips. He inched over so he could reach into the bag comfortably, and the mood lightened, both of them laughing and making random comments about the idiots on the show. For a while, Kelsey forgot that anything was missing, and it was almost as if she were visiting over the weekend, with her mother sitting in the rocker to the side, just out of her peripheral vision.