“Really?’ Lea asks, and Ben looks from her to Rhonda then back again.
“We couldn’t think of two better people,” he says softly.
“You’re gonna make me cry,” Lea complains, and I hear Rhonda’s laugh mix with Ben’s as he places Braden in Lea’s arms. Seeing her holding a child, even if it’s not ours, causes a pang to hit my chest so hard that I have a difficult time breathing.
“He’s so beautiful, so perfect,” she whispers, running her finger down his soft, chubby cheek.
“He is perfect, isn’t he?” Ben says with pride, running his finger over his other cheek. “We make cute kids, babe.” He tells Rhonda over his shoulder.
“I know.” Rhonda smiles, and Lea turns toward me. I take him from her, holding him high up on my chest. He’s so small that I could probably hold him in one hand. Lea’s hand on my arm pulls my eyes to her. Her face is softer than I have ever seen it, and there is a look in her eyes that shows how badly she wants this, a family of her own.
When her eyes finally land on mine, a small, sad smile pulls at her lips. I want to tell her that one day we will have this, but I don’t. Instead, I lean forward and kiss her softly then lean back to look down at Braden, who is asleep. His lips form into a pout, so I lean over, handing him to his mom before he has a chance to wake up and cry, then kiss her on the cheek, telling her softly, “You did good.”
She smiles and looks down into her arms then up at Ben. I know they both had no idea this would be their life. Ben had been easygoing with relationships, never settling down until Rhonda. She changed everything for him, the same way he did for her. I was happy for both of my friends; they deserved this moment.
“We should probably head out and let you guys get settled in,” I say, taking Lea from under Ben’s arm and wrapping mine around her.
“Do you need anything?” Lea asks, watching as Ben settles into the chair next to Rhonda’s bed.
“No, we’ve got everything. Thanks again, Lea, for getting her here for me.”
“It was either get her here or deliver the baby, and option two didn’t sound appealing to me,” she says, making us all laugh.
“We’ll stop by tomorrow,” I say as Lea walks over to kiss Rhonda’s cheek before coming to me and taking my hand. Once we’re out of the room, I wrap my arm around Lea’s shoulders and lead her out of the hospital to her car, since Ben drove his truck here.
“Let’s stop at your house so you can get some clothes for the night.”
She looks up at me and a blush touches her cheeks, making me wonder what she’s thinking. “I packed a bag. It’s in my trunk,” she says quietly, looking away from me.
“Why does that make you embarrassed?” I ask, touching her cheek.
“I didn’t want you to think I assumed I would be staying with you.”
“Whatever bed I’m in is the one I want you in,” I explain lightly.
“I just didn’t want to assume,” she mutters under her breath, pulling out her keys from her pocket.
“Assume away, Little Lamb,” I tell her, taking the keys from her hand and smacking her ass.
“I can drive.”
“I know you can, when I’m not in the car with you,” I remark.
“That’s ridiculous.” She frowns at me.
“Get in the car.”
“Or what?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring.
“Or I put you in.”
“That’s not gonna happen.” I say stopping at the passenger door and she moves around the front of the car to the driver’s side.
“Lea,” I warn over the roof of the car.
“Austin,” she mimics my tone.
“Get in the car.”
“Make me,” she says, and I start to head around the back of the car, but before I get to her, she takes off running through the parking lot.
“Lea, get in the car,” I shout after her as she dodges between parked cars.
“Let me drive,” she shouts back, moving back and forth from one side of a red Buick to another, like she’s trying to psych me out.
“When I get my hands on you, I’m spanking you for this,” I warn, watching as something works behind her eyes.
“You’re not.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you come after,” I tell her, and her eyes scan the parking lot, like she’s looking to see if anyone is around that could hear what I just said, giving me just enough time to catch her in my grasp before she can dodge me again. I pick her up over my shoulder as she kicks out then smack her on the ass one time, just hard enough to get her attention.
“You just hit me,” she whispers as her body stills on my shoulder.
“I spanked you, baby, big difference.”
“You…you…”
I rub her ass where I spanked her then bring my hand up between her legs. Even through the denim material, I can feel her heat. She inhales sharply at my touch, but doesn’t say anything else as I get her into the car and buckle her in before going to the driver’s side door.
“Lea, stop,” I say through the glass as I press the unlock button on the remote, which does nothing, because her hand is over the lock on my side.
“Tell me you’re not gonna spank me,” she yells.
“Let it go, Lea,” I shout back.
“No, tell me.”
I bend down so I’m eye level with her and she can see my face, then growl, “You have until the count of three, Lea.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Wolf.”
“Oh, Little Lamb, you should know this is turning me on.” My dick is rock hard and I adjust myself so my zipper doesn’t cut into my skin. Her hand comes off the lock and I open the door. Without saying another word, I get in, start the car and drive. Her body is wound tight in the seat next to mine, her breaths coming in hard pants that tell me just how turned on she is right now. I swear I can smell her sweet pussy.
As soon as I pull up to the house, her hand is on the handle of the door, but I press the lock button before she can get out.
“Go upstairs, take off your clothes and lay on the bed face down.”
“You’re not spanking me,” she whispers again, but this time the words curl with desire, and I know that even if she has never wanted this before, she wants it now.
“Do what I say.” I unlock the door, watching her ass as she heads up to the house through the back double doors. I lean my head back and try to get my body under control then get out of the car and head inside, half expecting to find Lea in the kitchen, but the whole house is quiet. Taking the stairs two at a time, I make it to the bedroom and find Lea face down in the bed completely naked, her perfect ass in the air like an offering.
I walk towards her, discarding my shirt and boots on the way. Reaching the bed, I pull her ass by the hips so that her feet are touching the floor, then I kneel down behind her between her legs. Without warning, I smack her ass twice, once on each cheek, then run my hand over the spot, listening as she moans and her hands move on the sheets, gripping them tight between her fingers.
“Austin.” My name leaves her mouth on a breathy moan that goes right to my dick.
“Don’t talk.” I slap her ass twice more; her body writhers in front of me, her ass pushing higher as her tiptoes press into the floor. She’s so wet that the proof of her arousal is coating her thighs. I spread her ass, burying my face between her legs. My name leaves her mouth again, earning her another smack, this time harder, causing her core to convulse around my tongue. Every time I feel her getting closer to the edge, I pull back just enough that she’s forced to come down.
When her body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her legs are trembling I smack her ass hard before spreading her open and devouring her until she screams my name so loud that the sound echoes off the walls.
Her body goes limp, and I unhook my jeans and move over her, sliding in deep, taking her so hard that the bed begins to slide across the wood floors. I don’t stop until I feel my orgasm at the ba
se of my spine and her pussy contracting around me, pulling me deeper than I’ve ever been. Two more hard thrusts, I plant myself deep, coming so hard that my toes curl.
Being inside Lea is like nothing I have ever felt. Even when we were teenagers, making love to her was something different.
“Are you okay?” I ask, once I find my voice again.
“I don’t think I can move,” she mumbles, pressing her ass back into me, making me groan.
“Let me get you cleaned up and I’ll bring us some food.”
“Sure,” she slurs, making me smile. I pull out of her, hearing her mewl of disappointment from the loss, then kiss her back. Picking her up I settle her into bed before going to the bathroom and grabbing a towel to clean her up with. When I come out, she’s on her side, with the blanket tucked around her and her eyes closed. Instead of waking her, I crawl into bed behind her, pull her into my arms, and follow her off to sleep.
Chapter 13
Lea
“Hello?” I answer the house phone as I set down the box I brought down from the attic on the kitchen table, opening it up.
“Is Lea Lamb available?” a woman asks, sounding like she has a cold.
“This is she.”