Knock Her Up (Curvy Women Wanted)

Noah held her down, making her ride the wave while also taking his cock.

It felt so good, and there was no time to come down. He grabbed her hands, putting them on either side of her head, and he fucked her hard, fast, taking her deeper than ever before.

When he came, she felt each pulse as he filled her, and she knew if she didn’t make him wear a condom soon, she was going to get pregnant, if she wasn’t already.

Chapter Four

Sage was moved in, and she wasn’t taking any birth control pills.

Her life didn’t have any meddling people, and it got Noah curious. He knew a great deal about Sage, apart from her parents. There was no next of kin on her employment form, and through his contacts, he found out that she wasn’t in the system, but her files were sealed.

Staring across the picnic blanket at his woman, in yet another gorgeous dress that he was sure would be in bits by the time he got her home, he wondered what made her tick.

“You know, we haven’t talked about meeting our parents,” he said.

Sage looked up from the strawberry she’d taken a bite out of. “I’m not stupid, Noah,” she said.

“I know.” She wasn’t a fool either.

She finished off her strawberry, dusted her hands off, crossed her legs, and looked at him. “What do you want to know?”

He was lying down on the picnic blanket, head resting on his hands as he watched her. They were in the park, enjoying their lunch. It was noisy. Kids were screaming, and it had been his idea to come out to lunch. He didn’t want to stay in the office as phone calls interrupted them. This way, he got her all to himself.

“I want to know everything about you, Sage.”

“Don’t you think you should have asked that before I moved into your house?”

“It’s our house.” He didn’t like how she wouldn’t unpack her things. So far, everything had been stored in his basement, and it was taking him a hell of a time unpacking, but Sage was being difficult.

She shrugged.

He sat up, crossing his legs. Sage had removed her shoes, and her blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. Strands of hair fell around her face, and those lips of hers were begging to be kissed.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked.

“Nothing is going on with me. I just … I guess I’m just worried.” She pushed some of her hair off her face, and she glanced across the field.

He saw the smile on her lips and looked off in the direction. There was a family. A husband, wife, and two children. They were running around after each other, playing some kind of game. They looked happy.

“Do you want to have a family?” he asked.

She returned her attention to him. “Yes, I do. I want to have it all. A beautiful house. A loving husband. Children. It is all a dream, and sometimes dreams don’t come true.”

“Don’t say that,” he said.

“I never had that,” Sage said, nodding her head toward the family. “I was an only child. I was a horrible mistake. My mom told me all the time how I ruined her life. How having me destroyed her body, and that no man would ever want her.” Tears filled Sage’s eyes. “I haven’t talked about this in so long. My dad was a druggie. So was my mom. She slept around with anyone who would have her. Just so long as she got her next fix. She took me with her because she had no choice. By the time I was seven, I’d seen way more than I ever wanted.”

“How did you end up here?”

He’d asked around about Sage, and other than the fact she was a lovely woman, kind, and thoughtful, no one knew the truth.

“My mother died of an overdose on my ninth birthday. My grandmother was my only living relative, and she took me in. At first, she didn’t think we were going to be a good fit, and she did warn the social worker to be on hand in case I was like my mother.”

“You’re nothing like her?”

“No, but, my mom hadn’t registered me. I found out I was born in a small hospital or something. My mom took me, but never registered me. She dragged me around with her, and she didn’t even put me in school. My grandmother had no choice but to homeschool me. I couldn’t read or write, I couldn’t even spell my own name. Mom hadn’t even named me, she called me a thing. Grandmother named me Sage.”

“I had no idea.”

Sage stood. “I need to go for a walk.”

Noah couldn’t believe he’d unleashed all of those bad memories. With sealed files, he figured whatever happened to her was bad.