The Unexpected Series (Unexpected #1-3) (12 page)

“No, it can’t,” Noelle’s voice booms, sauntering back into the living room, killing our moment. “The dishes need to be cleaned up now. You want bugs crawling around this place?”

Walker smiles at Noelle’s back leaving the house. “Go get ready for bed and I’ll clean up,” he says and turns towards the kitchen.

“But, it’s my...”

“No ‘buts’, Erin,” he says whipping back around and placing his hands on both sides of my face. His mouth is intimately close to mine. “I’m going to say this one time, and one time only. You are carrying my child. That means we will be in each other’s lives for the rest of our lives, like it or not. And for the rest of our lives
I
want us to be a family. A couple. The mother and father of a beautiful baby boy or baby girl, raising them in the same household. So, please. I only have six very short months to show you how amazing that can be and I want to start right fucking now.”

“You only want that with me because of this baby.” Not wanting to look at him any longer, I look down finally revealing my hidden fears to Walker. “One day you will realize that and leave me, or cheat on me, or...I don’t know.”

“Look at me, Erin,” he softly whispers, and I obey, lifting my eyes to his. “I am not him. I am not Robert. It’s not fair to put me anywhere near the same category as that asshole. He was stupid. He didn’t realize what he had when he had it. I realized it after only one night with you. Do you know what we could have? Love, a family, true happiness? I want all of those things with
you
and I want the chance to make you want it. So let me stay. I’ll sleep on the floor if I have to but really, I just want to hold you. Please.”

My voice couldn’t form the word ‘no’ even if I wanted it to, so I nod my answer and am instantly rewarded with that one dimpled smile. He places a soft kiss on my forehead and turns to start cleaning up. “Go get ready for bed,” he says. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

My feet somehow carry me to my bedroom and I’m hoping by the time he enters my room I will find my voice and thank him for taking care of the mess.

The thought that soon we will again be in a bed together sends my nerves into a tailspin. I hurriedly search through my drawers trying to find something sexy but not “do me”. I have no plans to sleep with him, although, God knows I want to. But somehow I don’t think sleeping in my comfortable sweat pants and t-shirt is a good idea either. I don’t want to repulse him after all.

I hit the jackpot when I find soft pink cotton shorts and a white camisole. Thank goodness I shaved my legs this morning. After closing the bathroom door and stripping down, I curse myself when I notice my shirt must have fallen out of my hands. Slipping the shorts on, I pull my pink Cubs shirt over the front of me to cover my breasts and peek out the door. Walker still hasn’t made it in and my shirt is right next to the dresser.

Attempting to make a mad dash, I halt when my bedroom door opens and Walker’s green irises meet mine.

“Well, well. Catching you like this kinda reminds me of the morning after we met.” He winks, sending tingles throughout my whole body.

“I just, uhm, forgot my shirt. So, I’ll just grab that and be right out.” I race to snatch it up and run back into the bathroom as he chuckles.

Once properly dressed, I wash my face and brush my teeth. Taking a deep breath, I quietly unlock the door, which I have never locked before, and open it finding Walker laying flat on his back, legs hanging over the side of the bed, arms across his stomach. “Walker? You can use the bathroom now.”

“Thanks, baby,” his tired voice calls as he pulls himself up and walks past me.

I pull down the comforter and turn the lights off, nervous about sleeping next to him. My exhausted body tells me I shouldn’t care because I will most likely pass out in a short time. As I crawl under the covers light seeps into the room from under the bathroom door. When he finishes up, he opens the door wearing nothing but boxer briefs. He flips off the light before I can see what color they are, but my hormones don’t care. They are too busy running around like toddlers on sugar.

The bed dips and without hesitation he pulls me towards him, turning me so my back is against his warm chest. Kissing the spot just behind my ear he whispers, “Goodnight, baby.”

Clearing my throat I say, “Goodnight. Thanks for cleaning up, Walker.”

“No problem.”

His arms get tighter around me and his hand slides over my rib cage and down to my stomach stopping just above the waistband of my shorts.

“And goodnight, little baby,” he says lovingly, circling his fingers around my abdomen and taking me by surprise.

When his breathing becomes steady I relax, not even realizing how tense I was. I roll over to my stomach and am startled when he speaks.

“Side or back, Erin.”

“What?” I ask confused.

“The baby book says you can’t sleep on your stomach. You can sleep on your back for the beginning of the pregnancy or your side the whole time but no stomach. Flip over.” His tone tells me he is not playing around.

“Walker, you can’t just...”

“I can. Flip over.” His strong arms grab me and pull me back into him. “Much better. Don’t move, Erin, or I’ll tie you down and make you do what I want.”

I can’t be certain if I want to obey or not, but one thing is for sure, that threat is going to make for some interesting dreams tonight, and I’m hoping he doesn’t learn firsthand how hot he makes me, or how loudly I scream his name in them.

O
h God that feels so good. Walker’s hands between my legs have me feeling brazen and grinding against them for more friction.

“Don’t stop,” I call out, almost to the brink.

“Not until you come, baby.” His palm pushes down on my clit as his unrelenting fingers move faster. “You’re almost there. I can feel your tight pussy squeezing me. Come, baby.”

I’m within reach. “Oh, God. Please, Walker!” I beg.

Frustration takes over as I sit straight up in bed sweating, with release just out of reach.

It was a dream. Damn it!

“Erin?” His sultry voice sounds in the darkness sending my pulse racing. I had almost forgotten he was here. His touch at my shoulder blade moves down to my lower back and up again. “Bad dream?”

I shouldn’t do it. I shouldn’t.
Screw it.

“Walker,” I say slowly turning my body so my face is near his. “I need you.”

“Oh.” A light bulb goes off as his eyebrows raise. “A good dream then?”

“I need you,” I repeat, tossing my leg over his hips, straddling him. “Please. Don’t make me beg again.”

“Are you sure?” He growls, running his hands down my shirt and then pushing it back up baring my stomach. “This isn’t why I stayed the night.”

I answer him the only way I can. I climb on top of him my lips meeting his as I grind on his very solid erection. The friction easing some of my need, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need it all.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you, baby,” he says drawing circles on my stomach.

Prying my lips away from his, I look into his eyes. “What part of me on top of you seems like you are taking advantage of me? If you want me to say it so you understand I will... Fuck. Me. Now!”

A moment passes before I hear, “Your wish...” and I’m flipped over onto my back.

It takes mere seconds for him to frantically rip off all of our clothes. Then I feel his dick suddenly at my entrance, asking for permission. “Walker, I can’t wait another second. In!”

“Erin, I just...I’ve never been with a woman without protection.” He hesitates, while pushing my hair aside.

“That’s...Uhm, cute...but it doesn’t matter now, right? You can’t knock me up twice.” I lift my hips inviting him in.

He laughs but relaxes and slides in gently, inch by ever loving inch. It feels like heaven. It won’t take long to cure this tension I have built up.

“Shit, Erin. So tight around me. And warm...shit! I’m not going to last.” He glides in and out delicately, teasing. The strain of his muscles is evident as he holds himself above me.

My body bows off the bed and my hands reach back to grab the headboard, pushing my breasts up. He brings one into his warm mouth while his teasing pace has me bucking against him. “More,” I pant.

“You want more, baby? Your wish.” His body pushes up against mine, encouraging my legs to come up and wrap around his back. My insides stretch with the deeper position, taking him all in.

“That feels incredible. So much better than in my dream.” Sweat breaks out as my body meets him thrust for thrust.

“A dream come true, Erin. I want to be your dreams come true.” He pushes deeper than I’ve ever felt causing shockwaves through my body. “Come for me. Let it go.”

His words catapult me over the edge and I’m calling his name and God’s out so everyone in the vicinity can hear me. My eyes are tightly shut but I see white light behind the lids. His grunts become louder.

“I’m going to come inside you, Erin,” he says firmly. “And when I do you’ll be mine. Do you understand?”

I open my eyes to look at him a second before another orgasm rips through me, unexpectedly, and I yell out “yes” more times than I can count. A few more thrusts and Walker claims me, filling me. His forehead against me, his eyes make contact with mine as he comes inside me. Breathlessly calling out, “Erin.”

~~

T
he uncomfortable growling of my stomach wakes me from the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. The smell of bacon fills my bedroom and I roll over, hitting a rock hard wall of man. “Good morning, baby. Would you like breakfast?”

His green eyes have no hint of sleeplessness in them as he caresses my hair, placing a stray lock lovingly behind my ear. After our middle of the night romp you would think he would look exhausted. “Good morning. How long have you been up?”

“Well, considering it’s 10:00 a.m., I’ve been up, showered, made breakfast, and been staring at you like a stalker while you sleep. God, you’re beautiful.” His smile brightens up the room more than the sun. I could lie in bed staring at the sexy vision before me all day, but this baby is calling out for some nourishment. And my bladder calls out for relief.

“If all stalkers looked like you I’m sure there would be no need for restraining orders, unless you keep me from that amazing smell. What is that?” My body aches a little as I sit up and stretch.

“Hickory smoked bacon and chocolate chip pancakes. The best in the burbs,” he gloats, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“That’s my favorite breakfast of all time!” I jump up excitedly thinking about the warm maple syrup covering the butter topped stack of goodness.

“I know, Noelle told me. Just think, if you move in with me you could have chocolate chip pancakes every morning.” Cue one sided dimple grin.

Wait. What?

“When did you talk to Noelle? And move in with you? We just had one date, last night at that, and you want me to move in with you? Are you crazy?” I throw question after question to him as he stands up, dressed in different clothes than from yesterday. “And where did you get clothes?”

“Okay, let me answer those in order. Uhm. I asked Noelle when she ran back into the house last night after you went into the bedroom. Yes, move in with me. Yes, even after one date. And I am crazy...for you,” he says placing his hands on my shoulders. “Cheesy? Yes! And the best part: every time you have one of those dreams you can just wake up and I’ll be right there to, ah, soothe you.” He smirks causing my jaw to drop, and I shake my head in astonishment. “Well, it was worth a shot. Oh, and I had a bag packed and in the car yesterday.”

Still shaking my head, I mumble something along the lines of ‘confident bastard’ and close the bathroom door behind me. As frustrating and pushy as he is, I kind of like it. It feels amazing to have someone giving me so much affection and attention. I guess I never realized how much Robert didn’t do for me. I can’t remember the last time he had kissed my forehead or made me breakfast, for that matter. I don’t think he ever did. I felt more adored than I ever did with Robert, especially during our heated passion last night. Trying to keep my heart guarded is going to be tough. I can already feel him starting to take up space in it.

Walker’s deep voice catches my attention through the thin bathroom door. He is talking to someone. My nosiness gets the best of me and I step out to see my phone up to his ear.

What the hell is he doing?

His laughter booms off the walls as he tells the person on the phone that he is indeed standing in my bedroom. A sense of horror consumes me, and I have no clue who he is talking to until he says, “Sure, I’ll come with her to dinner. What time?”

My mother.
He answered my mother’s phone call while I was in the bathroom! I’m going to throw a tantrum.

“Walker, give me the phone!” I lunge at him trying to steal it away.

“Okay, six sounds good,” he says ducking out of my grasp and nodding, as though he thinks my mom can see him.

“Walker!” My temper is flaring.

“No, she’ll come, I promise.” His eyes smiling, he looks at me. I shake my head and mouth “hell no.”