Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (10 page)

Bryce pulled back from her a bit, lowering his hand between them.
His fingers found her clit and slid through her moist folds. Lateisha
moaned, her back bowing off of the bed as Bryce slipped a finger
inside of her. He slipped a second finger in, stretching her from the
inside, and began moving his fingers in and out slowly. It was
torture but the best kind of torture. Lateisha could feel herself
becoming wetter and her orgasm build. Bryce slipped his fingers out
and circled her clit. He repeated the process until Lateisha was
writhing all over the bed with the need to come.

“Please,” she begged, bucking her hips against his hand.

“Not until you tell me what you want,” Bryce whispered
in her ear.

Lateisha shivered with pleasure. “I want you to make me come.”

Bryce sped up his pace, impaling her with his fingers and rubbing
her clit until she was screaming out and riding the waves of her
orgasm that kept rolling over her. She relaxed back against the
mattress and Bryce rose over her, positioning himself between her
legs.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said with a smirk,
“I’m not done with you yet.”

Lateisha’s arousal began to build again at his words. She
hoped he wasn’t done yet.

*****

Bryce pressed his hard and throbbing cock at the seam of Lateisha’s
pussy, trying to maintain what little control he had left. She looked
exquisite laid out before him on the bed and it took all of his power
not to ram deep inside of her. He had the baby to think about as well
as Lateisha. She grabbed a hold of his ass, pulling him to her and
Bryce snapped. The hell with control when all he wanted was to be
inside of her. He surged forward, his cock sliding deep into her
tight wetness. It felt so good that he growled deep in his chest. He
could still feel the spasms of her orgasm as she tightened around
him. Leaning forward on his hands he pumped into her gritting his
teeth to keep an even pace. Lateisha grabbed his ass again and he
almost lost it.

“Turn around,” he said through gritted teeth.

Lateisha flipped quickly onto her stomach and Bryce pushed forward
into her slick channel, going deeper this time. Lateisha cried out,
begging him for more and Bryce began to move faster. He could feel
Lateisha begin to tighten around him and the sensation made him move
faster. The sound of their love making turned Bryce on even more and
he gripped Lateisha’s hips and sunk into her deeper. She
reached around and grabbed his ass, her long nails digging into the
flesh. The feeling was pushing Bryce to the brink and he slowed until
he could get more control.

“Faster, baby,” Lateisha moaned, pushing her ass back to
take more of him.

Moments later she screamed his name, and he felt her orgasm squeeze
his dick. The tightness pushed his pleasure higher and before long he
found his release. Bryce collapsed on top of Lateisha, being careful
not to crush her. He pressed kisses to the back of her neck and
between her shoulder blades. She turned and smiled up at him. That
was when Bryce knew he couldn’t let her walk away from him ever
again. Not today and not in seven months.

*****

Lateisha watched Bryce sleep, confusion on her face. Afterwards he
had hugged her from behind, spoon style, and wouldn’t let her
up. The change in his attitude was unnerving and Lateisha wasn’t
sure what to make of it. After he fell asleep, she gently rolled from
under his arm and stood. That’s where she found herself,
standing next to him and staring. Maybe he was emotional towards her
because he knew she was having his baby? It wasn’t that he
wanted
her,
but he associated her with his baby. Relieved to
have an answer, Lateisha turned and tip toed from the room. She
stopped at the kitchen on her way by and grabbed some water and a
scoop of peanut butter, hoping some food would calm the nausea she
felt. Once in her room, Lateisha reclined on her bed, unsure of what
would happen next.

*****

Bryce sat up on his bed and looked around. Was it a dream? No,
Lateisha’s uniform was still in a pile on the floor. The room
was dark and a tiny sliver of moonlight shone between the curtains
and into the room, illuminating the strewn clothing as if mocking
him. Bryce stood, aware that he was still naked, and headed to his
bathroom. When had Lateisha gone from the room? With a furrow of
perplexity marring his brow, Bryce turned on the shower and stepped
under the scolding spray. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well? Bryce
wasn’t sure what it was that made her leave but he wanted to
find out. What they shared last night was amazing and Bryce wanted to
make sure she knew that. Something changed in Bryce last night about
his feelings for her. He knew it would change everything but he also
knew he didn’t care.

Toweling off, Bryce stepped from the shower, walking into his large
walk-in and pulling on a t-shirt and sweatpants. It was almost four
am but Bryce wasn’t tired anymore. Gathering the pile of
clothes to put in the laundry room for his house keeper to take care
of, Bryce left the room, the urge to see Lateisha strong. He grabbed
a glass of water from the kitchen and headed down the hallway
opposite the hallway of the master. His intention was to talk to
Lateisha whether she wanted to or not.

*****

Lateisha stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, willing the
sun to come up so that she could start her day and not think about
Bryce. Sighing she thought about what happened between them only a
few hours ago. Remembering only made her want him again so she shut
that down quickly.

Why wasn’t it a good idea to want him?
She thought,
turning to her side.

Because he would use her, take her baby and throw her away. He didn’t
want her; she wasn’t good enough to run in his circles, it
would never last. Right. That’s why. Sighing heavily again,
Lateisha checked the time on her phone for the fifth time. This is
the only time in history she actually wanted to go to work, and then
she remembered it was ultrasound day. Cursing silently under her
breath, Lateisha got up from bed and pulled on a sweatshirt. She
hugged the sweatshirt to her chest as she stepped from the room and
right into Bryce’s chest.

“I’m so sorry.” Bryce grabbed her arms and
steadied her on her feet before letting go.

“It’s alright. I couldn’t sleep.” Lateisha
hugged the sweatshirt closer, not looking him in the eyes.

“I think we need to talk,” Bryce said, his voice
sounding wary.

This is it,
thought Lateisha as she pushed away from the door
frame and brushed past him,
this is where he nulls the contract.

“I really don’t think there is anything to talk about,”
she answered, stepping into the kitchen.

The lights flicked on by themselves and Lateisha jumped. She would
never get used to the automatic sensor lights in this house. Without
seeing him, Lateisha could feel Bryce walk up behind her as she
rummaged in the fridge for the milk.

“There is. There is a lot we need to talk about.” He
rested his hands on her shoulders and she froze, his touch burning
through her sweatshirt.

She shrugged him off and closed the fridge, moving to the other side
of the large kitchen island.

“Bryce,” Lateisha began, trying to think of how to
start. “We made a mistake again. My hormones are raging and I
know you probably regret it too…”

“You regret it?” Bryce frowned, a look of hurt passing
across his face fleetingly.

The look was gone within seconds and Lateisha thought she imagined
it.

“Well, don’t you? Think about it. You are attracted to
me because I’m carrying your baby. That’s all. Let’s
not confuse the issue and make this more difficult than it has to
be.”

Bryce nodded, his face solemn. “Right. I guess you’re
right.”

He turned as if to walk away and Lateisha felt her stomach drop. Is
she wrong to lie about how she feels? No, it’s for the best.

But how do I feel?
She wondered.

Not willing to explore that at this time, she let it go. For a
moment, she watched Bryce as he began to retreat from the kitchen.
Couldn’t they still be friends? After all, she was having his
baby.

“Bryce, wait.” Lateisha hurried across the room and
grabbed his arm. She ignored the electric jolt at the contact and
waited for him to turn before removing her hand.

“Lateisha,” he muttered with defeat.

“No, don’t say anything. We can be friends. We have to
be. I’m having your baby for God’s sake. Let me make us
breakfast and we can just talk.”

Bryce looked at her and smiled, the smile that made her want to drop
her panties, and nodded. “I guess you’re right. You can
cook?”

Lateisha laughed and play smacked him on his arm. “Of course I
can. I make a mean pancake.”

The next two hours went by with ease. Lateisha felt comfortable in
his kitchen, and surprisingly his home, and made them breakfast. They
chatted for awhile while they ate and then slipped into a comfortable
silence to finish up. Lateisha left him sitting at the table and
walked to her room to change for the appointment. She hoped this was
the last time she had a slip, because she may not be able to resist
what he was offering the next time.

*****

Bryce watched Lateisha walk out and scratched his head, literally.
He couldn’t figure her out. One minute she seemed like she
wanted to be with him, the next she was pushing him away and then she
wanted to be friends. After she shot him down before breakfast, Bryce
was ready to give up and avoid her for the duration of the pregnancy
as much as possible. Their interactions at breakfast changed his
mind. They fit, like the clichéd pieces of a puzzle. They
didn’t have to talk to communicate and he knew her very well
after meeting her only two months ago. Bryce never felt about a woman
what he felt with Lateisha. Just because they were from different
worlds, didn’t mean they couldn’t be together. Their
breakfast together renewed his determination to get her to be with
him. He was even considering nullifying the contract and asking her
to raise the baby together.

One step at a time,
he scolded himself as he dumped the
remainder of his coffee in the sink.

Bryce moved through the house, the opposite side of the house from
Lateisha, but he could still feel her presence in his home. He liked
it. The smells of their breakfast, the few odds and ends she added to
his living room to make it more cozy and the idea that he wasn’t
alone in this huge sterile world of his. The feeling she gave Bryce
was like no other and he was resolved to make her his. He dressed
quickly, pulling on his favorite suit and combing his hair just
right. In his world, appearance was everything.

Bryce walked out into the living area and Lateisha stood, perched on
the edge of the couch. Her hair was in a ponytail, the tight black
ringlets catching the light streaming into the large picture windows
and giving it a blue hue. She was wearing a white button up shirt,
which tapered at the waist and dark skinny jeans. She looked
beautiful.

“Ready?” She asked, reaching for his hand to help her
up.

Bryce pulled her to a stand and froze.

“Well?” She asked, her hand going to her hip.

Bryce cleared his throat, finding his voice. “Ready as I’ll
ever be.”

Lateisha laughed and grabbed his hand again pulling him out the
door. He longed to pull her to him and wrap his arm around her
shoulder, but it would have to wait. He just had to make her see that
being without him was not an option.

*****

Nerves gripped Lateisha’s gut as she waited for the doctor to
call her back. She wasn’t sure why she was so anxious. It
wasn’t
her
baby. She resisted the urge to rest her hand
over her stomach, an action she had to resist a lot as of late. It
wasn’t wise that she still hadn’t signed the
relinquishing of parental rights form. She wondered silently why
Bryce hadn’t mentioned it lately. Stealing a glance his way,
she drummed her fingers on the chair’s arm. This place took
forever. An unsuspected wave of nausea gripped her and she swallowed
hard. Now was not the time to be sick.

“Are you alright?” Bryce asked, looking at her with
concern.

“Just a bit nauseous. I wish they would hurry up.”
Lateisha gripped the arm of the chair, willing the nausea away.

When it seemed she may actually have to run to the bathroom, the
door swung open and the perky nurse from the last visit called her
name. Lateisha sighed and stood up, the motion making her even
sicker. Without thinking she grabbed onto Bryce’s arm to steady
herself.

“Is she alright?” The nurse asked, running to her side.

“Nausea,” Bryce said, guiding Lateisha back to the room.

“Oh dear! I’ll see what we have for her in the back. Get
settled in the room and I’ll be right back.”

Bryce helped her onto the table and she smiled at him as a way of
saying ‘thank you.’

“Can I get you anything?” He asked, his eyes filled with
concern.

Lateisha shook her head, and then regretted it. “I just need
to lie down a minute.”

Five minutes, a Zofran and ginger ale later and Lateisha felt well
enough to continue. She glanced at Bryce, who didn’t take his
eyes off of her the whole time. His eyes were creased with worry and
Lateisha felt bad for making him worry about the baby.

“Morning sickness is normal, Bryce. The baby is fine.”
She wanted to reassure him so that he wouldn’t worry. For some
reason, him worrying made her upset.

The expression on Bryce’s face changed from worry to
irritation. “I wasn’t worried about the baby,” he
whispered harshly in her ear.

Lateisha’s head snapped around so that she was facing him. He
was worried about her? The nurse and doctor returned after letting
Lateisha and Bryce have a minute so that she could recover and
Lateisha schooled her features to neutral so that they wouldn’t
think something else was wrong.