My baby daddy (baby daddy series #1) {COMPLETED}

CHAPTER FIFTEEN | GETTING HOT

Wendy POV

His lips against mine were like silk. He moved softly and gently to my mouth. It's been a long time since someone had kissed me this way, if I had ever been before. It was such a sweet and caring kiss. As one of the people you see in movies, you know? I felt at home. My lips fit against his perfectly. Unfortunately, he retreated after a little while, to my great discontent. However, I quite quickly understood why, we both breathed heavily as having been under water for a long time. He smiled at me and put a lock of hair behind my ear. His thumb slipped over my swollen lips. The waiter came back just in that moment, the wrong moment. We moved reluctantly away from each other, not bothered by the fact that he'd seen us.

"Mr and Mrs.Winston, may I tempt you with dessert this evening?" he asked, clearly embarassed.

Damien and I looked at each other, very close bursting into laughter. I bit down on my lip hard, I couldn''t laugh now!

"Chocolate smudgecake, a cup of coffe and tea. Thank you."

The waiter nodded his head and walked away. We didn't say or do anything until we couldn't see the waiter anymore. That's when we bursted. I clutched my stomach while laughing and Damien did the same. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed.

"So I'm officially your wife now." I said still trying to control my bubbling laughs.

He chuckled at me and his white teeth showed.

"I guess you are. Not that I mind though." he said and took a sip from his wine.

What? Did he like me for real? No. Wishful thinking again.

"So..." I started.

He looked up at me with a curious expression. Come on, how can he be that blind? This situation and conversation is beginning to become awkward.

"Why smudgecake?" I asked and deadpanned on the inside. Smudgecake, really?

He smirked at me. It's obvious that he understands why I asked. But he doesn't comment on it.

"My mom used to bake for me, Jaxon and Brody when we were little. Before she... Anyway, she was the best goddamn baker in town. Everyone loved her baked goods."

"I didn't know you and Jaxon had another brother." I said and took a sip of my soda.

"Yeah. Brody. He's not "famous" in this town as me or Jaxon is. We don't talk much but when we do, it's just like nothing happened. Brody isn't like us other brothers. He don't like dating, company expansions and so on. He prefers to be alone and most of the time, we let him." he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "What about your parents?"

I stiffened at his question. He already heard my conversation with my mother and knows about how she is now. But not the origin of me and my life. Did I make a mistake if I told him?

"My dad is a drunk who abused me and treated me badly every chance he got. My mom is power hungry woman who cares more about her reputatuin than her daughets happiness. It's always been like that, for as long as I can remember. I haven't seen or met my dad since I started dating Jake, my ex. He took me away from all the craziness that was happening behind closed doors at the house I once called my home. I think that's why I always went back to him, even though he hurt me badly. Because I felt indebted to him somehow. He's pretty much the same person as my dad. And I hate them guts, both of them."

He took my hand in his again. When I looked into his eyes all I could see was understanding. He understood. He understood the pain and betrayal from a parent, he just didn't know how lucky he was to have grew up with a mother who actually cared.

"Anyways, that was a long time ago. I try to not let the old affect the present. My babies need to grow up in an violent and disturbed world. The least I can do is to keep my family away from them. To keep them safe. I just wished I remembered the dad's name. He deserves to know about this and it annoys me that I can't tell him! I don't even know where to start searching for him. I did look for him, for quite some time after I found out that I was pregnant. But no one knew who it was that I had spent the evening with or who he was. It pains me that my children may need to grow up with their father absent, just like me. That's what scares me the most." I said truthfully. It was hard to talk about my pain, but somehow I trusted Damien enough to actually let him help me bare the burden of not knowing.

"Listen to me Wendy. You're never. Ever. Going to be like your mother. You have already made a name of yourself. You're so good at building something out of nothing. The babies are not even born. Yet you have built a solid foundation for them all on your own. That's admirable and you are a very strong woman. You can do this. Never hesitate on that. You can do this!"

Now it was my turn to cry. First it was just one lonely tear in the corner of my eye. After that, they had gradually increased until I was in the middle of a loud sobbing. Damien had moved around the table and put me in his lap. I had no idea when that happened, the only thing I knew was that for the first time in my life. I was totally safe. My tears had soked his shirt but he didn't seem to care. He just carssed my back and whispered beautiful things in my ear. Some time along this whole charade, the smudgecake had been placed on the table. Damien put some on the spoon before holding it infront of my mouth. I opened my mouth and let him feed me the cake. It was a simple gesture. Still it made my heart beat faster. He cared, he actually cared about me. We continued to eat the cake, every other spoon went to my mouth and then his. It felt like we've been doing this for years, like we've been together for years. We behaved like a couple and that thought scared me in to the core. I wanted Damien, that could not be denied. But I also didn't want to lead him on, thinking that we could be something we were not. In that moment between his arms, I just didn't care. 

"You're beautiful even when you cry." he whispered in my ear. 

I turned my eyes to him and his face held such adoration that I didn't knew how to react. Maybe that's why I listened to my instincts and kissed him square on the lips. He responded immediately and moved his mouth with mine. His tongue nipped at my bottom lip. I opened my mouth open and his tongue made an entrance. It wasn't a fight over dominance, more like a massage. His hands moved down to my hips and he squeezed them lightly which made my p***y clench. If he only knew what he did to me... The cake was long forgotten. All that were focused on was our intense makeout session. His lipa traveled down to my jaw and then to my neck. Fairy light kisses up to my ear.

"What do you say we get away from there?" he whispered in a husky voice. 

I didn't trust my words, that's why I just nodded and followed him out of the restaurant without a second glance back.

*

The door flew open with a bang when we came home. Our mouths hadn't let go since we had entered the elevator. He kicked the door closed and pushed me up the wall. With his knee between my legs, I slowly started to grind against it. The friction I desperatly needed made me dizzy. All I could think about was his throbbing member deep inside my folds, moving out and back in again deeper than before. When his hands squeezed my ass, my legs moved on their own. I jumped up on him and put my legs around him. He carried me towards my bedroom and put me down gently on the covers, trailing kisses down my neck. I janked at his shirt, that needed to go. He pulled away and took off his shirt. The pants soon followed. He stood there before me in just his black boxer briefs and dear god wasn't he sexy... 

"See something you like?" he asked me with one of the biggest smirks I've ever seen.

"You know I do." I answered with a seductive voice which made him groan.

He layed down beside me and helped me out of the dress. He backed away and looked me over before he continued his assault on my neck. My breasts were pressed against his naked chest. I moved my hands over his abs and down to his briefs. Let me tell you, he was packing good. He groaned at my touch and moved back to my lips. With experienced hands he removed my bra with one hand. With trembling fingers he moved over my sensitive stiff n*****s and kissed down towards them. I moaned and arched my back as a reaction. He moved his body lower and lower until his head was between my legs. His fingers were rubbing against the fabric and I bucked against it. The friction felt so good. My eyes closed when he rubbed me faster. Suddenly his hands went away and I opened my eyes to look down at him. He grinned at me before taking my panties in his mouth, pulling them down over my tanned legs. Teasingly slow I felt the lace move down. I shivered from the sensation. His fingers found their way back to my wet folds and my sensitive bud. His fingers moved in slow teasing circles over my clit and I almost came just by that. One of his fingers slid inside me and I moaned loudly. I haven't had s*x since I got raped behind Winston Corp and that was not pleasent. But the way he moved inside me made me question my whole existence. And that was just what he could do with his fingers.

"You ready?" he asked me huskily.

"Yes." I stuttered without knowing what he meant.

His tongue came down on my clit making me gasp in the process. With his fingers still inside me, he moved in the most delicate way. I could feel him move his fingers upwards in a 'come here' way which hit my hidden spot perfectly. His tongue flickered over me and I moaned louder. My fingers moved in his hair, pressing him closer to me. I didn't move on my own anymore, I felt more like an animal. It was hard to know where he began and I finished. He was practically moving inside me. Licked me like I was his last meal ever and it was obvious that he enjoyed this almost as much as me. The pressure built in my lower abdomen and I involuterily clenched around his fingers. He moved his head for a second, meeting my eyes.

"Are you gonna come for me baby?"

"Yes, yes, please." I begged him.

He continued to kiss and lick me. His free hand moved over my breast, kneading it harshly. The mixture of pain and pleasure made me moan even louder than before. 

"c*m!" he said before he bit down on my clit.

I screamed out in pure exstacy. My chest heaved heavily and he moved up again. His lips found mine and I kissed him back with the same passion. I could feel his erection against my thigh. He moved his hand down. Just when he touched my stomach he got kicked. His eyes flew open and he backed away fast. He picked up his clothes and ran out of the room. What the f**k?!