Free For Him (4 page)

Chris couldn’t believe what had happened. Sarah was pregnant. She was completely, totally, 100% knocked up, and he didn’t care at all.

He still wanted her.

Only now he wanted
them
. He wanted to be a dad, to have a family with her. He wanted to raise this little kid with her, to give him or her the best life possible. Chris didn’t care the baby wouldn’t have his genes. That stuff didn’t matter to him. It would still be his.

And this baby would be loved.

He had been drunk when she arrived, but now he wasn’t even buzzed. He just watched her sleep for a little while and thought about how he could help her, how he could make her happy.

Carefully, he got off the couch and brought a blanket over to her. He draped it over her body and tucked it around her, then headed back to the bedroom.

Damn. He had a lot to do.

His apartment was small, but comfortable. They could live here while the baby was little, but they’d need to move to a bigger place eventually. They’d want a house with a yard where their baby could run around, where he or she could play with toys and run and have fun.

But Chris was getting ahead of himself. He tended to do that. Sarah hadn’t even said she would be with him, would be his girl. She hadn’t said she wanted him in her baby’s life or that she’d be willing to let him help her raise the child. The only thing Sarah had admitted to was liking him and caring about him.

But was that enough?

He wanted to think so, but he was tired, and he knew he’d be able to act more rationally when he’d gotten some sleep. Chris laid his head down and soon was drifting off to sleep. His dreams were filled with diapers and pacifiers, and when he woke, he hopped out of bed.

He was worried she’d be gone, that she would have sneaked out in the middle of the night. Sarah was special, but she was timid sometimes, and nervous. Chris didn’t want her to think she was anything less than perfect, but he had to be careful with her.

She wasn’t used to having someone to take care of her.

When he headed into the hall, he smelled coffee, and his whole body relaxed.

She hadn’t left.

Sarah was still here.

He walked into the kitchen and took a good, long look at her. She was wearing one of his t-shirts, but it was a little snug on her, and he could see the roundness of her little belly.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she said, pushing a cup of coffee into his hands. He looked down at it, then back at her.

“Is coffee okay to…” He stopped when he saw the glare she was shooting him, so he backed up and tried again. “What I mean is, thank you for the coffee. I wasn’t sure if it would hurt the baby.” He looked at her belly and she patted it.

“Coffee is fine in moderation. Don’t worry. My doctor and I went over all of that on day one. I hope you don’t mind me wearing your shirt. I sneaked into your room earlier and grabbed one,” she blushed when she said it, and he realized he’d been sleeping in the nude.

“Why little Sarah,” he murmured, taking a step forward. “Did you see me without my pants on?”

“No,” she said, but her face turned a little more red.

“I should spank you for lying, naughty girl,” he said.

“You wouldn’t,” she squeaked, but her eyes got a little bigger. Was his cutie into a little kink with her play? He wondered.

There was only one way to find out.

“Yes, I would, Sarah,” he said, stepping forward. “If my girl needed a spanking to keep her in line, I absolutely would bend her over my knee and swat her bottom.”

She licked her lips, and he knew he’d met his match.

“Is that so?” She whispered, meeting his eyes. He had to give it to her: his little kitten was brave. She wasn’t backing down even though she was obviously nervous around him. She was obviously a bit timid.

He wasn’t sure why. This was him, after all. Chris and Sarah: they’d been friends for months. He bet no one knew his little kitten quite as well as he did. He knew all her little quirks: like how she liked to dip her chocolate cookies in peanut butter before she ate them, or how she couldn’t fall asleep with socks on.

Then something hit Chris with a hard realization.

“Sarah,” he said, taking a step closer to her.

“Yes, Chris?” She stood perfectly still, but he saw her body tense.

“Have you been with anyone since you got pregnant?”

“No,” she whispered.

“You haven’t?”

“No,” she said again, shaking her head.

“Sarah,” he murmured. He was right in front of her now, almost touching her. Their bodies were so close that if he breathed deeply, his belly would touch hers.

“Chris,” she said. The air was thick with tension. They’d both slept, so he couldn’t blame this on being tired or drunk. They’d spent a lot of time together online and a little bit in “real” life. They knew each other. They knew they were both complicated.

This wasn’t something they were doing on a whim.

So when Chris finally stepped forward once more and gathered Sarah in his arms, he knew it wasn’t something rash he was doing in the moment. He knew pressing his lips against her wasn’t a way of coping with his pain or trying to heal hers.

He was kissing her because he needed her.

He was kissing her because if he didn’t get his lips on hers, he was going to die.

That was all there was to it.

“Chris,” she murmured against his mouth, and that made him even harder. Chris thought there must be something wrong with him, something wicked. Here he was, trying to seduce his best friend’s little sister. He should be trying to comfort her, trying to help her remember how special she was.

He should be thinking about how he couldn’t wait to strip her down, tease her out of his shirt, play with her until she forgot all the other men she’d ever been with.

He couldn’t wait until he was the only one she was thinking of.

Chris moved from her mouth to her neck and kissed her, licked her collar bone, slowly slid his hands up and down her sides.

There was too much between them, too much that shouldn’t be there. Why were they wearing so many clothes? Why would she have so many on right now? He needed to get her out of the t-shirt, out of the panties. He needed to get her naked, get her in his room.

Chris needed to own her the way she completely owned him.

He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but at some point during the last few months, she had completely stolen his heart.

And he wanted to steal hers right back.

“Sarah, baby,” he pulled back and looked in her eyes. For a moment, she looked confused, locked in a haze of lust and desire.

Then she came to her senses and looked at him, waiting for what he had to say.

“Once we do this, you’re mine. There’s no going back. I don’t do one night, Sarah. I won’t. I want you, I want your future. I want to be with you. I want to take care of you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She nodded, slowly.

“Tell me, Sarah.”

“I’m yours, Chris. I’ve always been yours.”

Her words were all he needed to push them forward. He swept her into his arms and started to head toward the back of his home.

“Chris, stop,” she protested, lightly hitting him. “I’m way too heavy for that.”

“You weigh like 20 pounds, Sarah. Hush.” He swatted her bottom and she groaned, but he knew it hadn’t hurt. She was excited: just as excited as he was.

This had been a long time in coming and now their moment was finally here. He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed, happy his years of military training had been in full swing this morning. He had made the bed. She lay there, spread out and wanton, looking up at him. Her shirt had slipped up a little, revealing her long, tan legs from a summer spent outdoors.

“Take the shirt off,” he growled.

She hurried to obey, and seeing that made him even harder. Maybe it was the way she was trying to please him or the way she looked like she was just so ready for his dick. He wasn’t interested in a complete power exchange. Dominating people wasn’t his style, but he liked to be obeyed.

He liked seeing her trying to please him.

Sarah pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She was wearing a bra and panties, and was leaning back on her elbows. He could see all of her: her soft, long hair almost covered her breasts. Oh, he was going to bite the hell out of those tight little nipples. Her creamy belly was just slightly rounded and led down to her panties, where he could see dampness beginning to form between her thighs.

Oh, his little Sarah was a minx.

Chris stripped out of his own clothes and smiled at her surprised gasp when she caught her first glimpse of his cock. He was already hard and ready for her. He’d been hard since before the kitchen.

He’d been hard since she came over.

Hell, he’d been hard since the first time he heard her sweet voice, and that had been months ago.

“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded, and she immediately began to rub her body. He wanted to see how she liked to be touched, how her body needed to be played with. Chris wanted to make her come again and again, but every woman was different.

He wanted to know Sarah.

Part of him wished he’d pressed her while they chatted online. He could have learned so many things about her sexual history and experiences, but he’d been trying to be good, polite. He’d been trying to keep the idea of a sexual Sarah at bay. He hadn’t wanted to think of her being naughty or dirty because Chris knew that once he crossed that line, he wouldn’t be able to think of her as Garrett’s little sister anymore.

And he’d been right.

She ran her hands down her chest and cupped her breasts, massaging them softly through the bra. Sarah licked her finger and carefully traced each nipple, then dragged her fingers slowly, slowly, slowly down to her panties.

“Wait,” he said, stroking his dick as he watched her. He couldn’t help himself. She looked so fucking sexy. “Let me see those tits, beautiful.” She had left her bra on while she touched her nipples, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with that. Not now.

Not this time.

She smiled and unhooked her bra, then let it fall to the bed. Her breasts were big and full and perfect. He wondered if they’d been smaller before she got pregnant. He couldn’t remember. He had always been a tit man, though. He loved breasts, no matter what size they were, and he especially loved Sarah’s.

“What do you think, staff sergeant?” She murmured, running her fingers over her nipples. She squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and stroked them. The whole time, she maintained eye contact with Chris.

And he couldn’t fucking take the torture anymore.

“That’s it,” he said with a growl. He didn’t give a fuck about her showing him how to get her off. He’d figure it out. He’d been in the military for a reason: he was awesome at figuring things out. He climbed on the bed and pushed her back, dominating her mouth with his kiss, and he slid his hand down her panties and between her soft folds.

Sarah cried out when he slipped a finger inside her, then added a second.

“If you don’t like it, why are you so wet, baby?”

“I like it,” she said quickly. “I like it, oh Chris, fuck.” She closed her eyes as she kissed him harder, and he continued to stroke her. He slid her panties down to her thighs, but didn’t remove them, and kept fingering her. He went harder and harder, faster and faster, until her entire body was one coiled bundle of nerves.

He felt the moment before she came, the second everything let go for her, the moment she stopped breathing and just tensed. Chris slid his fingers out of her pussy and onto her clit, and Sarah exploded in his arms.

She opened her mouth and arched her back; a string of expletives poured from her lips.

She had never looked so beautiful.

When she relaxed, when she came down, she looked up at him like Chris was the only man in the world.

And in that moment, he felt like he was.

*

Sarah only had eyes for Chris, and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. He was hovering over her, looking at her like she was a freaking princess, and he had just made her come harder than she ever had before.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” she breathed.

Then he ripped her panties from her legs, tossed the tiny scraps of fabric on the floor, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and bit, nipping at her tender flesh. Sarah gripped his hair and pulled him closer to herself.

Chris made every part of her come alive. That was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, maybe ever. Anytime she’d had sex before, it had been fine, but that was it.

It had been fine.

Chris was passionate, crazy. He was all over her because he thought she was so damn sexy and when he came onto her like that, she
felt
sexy.

He slid between her legs, making room for himself. He looked at her for a second and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m clean,” he said. She was confused, then she realized what he was saying: they didn’t need a condom because she was already pregnant.

“Me, too,” she said, nodding. He was going to fuck her without anything separating them. It would only be their skin. Something about that made this even more real.

When she’d been on her date months ago, they hadn’t talked about birth control. They hadn’t done anything, really. Sarah couldn’t even really explain why she’d actually decided to sleep with the guy. He certainly hadn’t been impressive, but she had wanted to be a little wild, a little crazy.

She had no idea that this, what she was doing with Chris, was so much crazier.

She was in love with her brother’s best friend and from the sound of things, he was just as in love with her.

He leaned down and kissed her, holding her lips with his as he plunged into her. Sarah was tight from months of not having sex, but even tighter from her orgasm. He filled her completely and for just a moment, she felt like she might die. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, happy her bump wasn’t too big yet. She could still move easily during sex. She was just a little more tired than usual when she did it.

Chris thrust harder into her and Sarah let go of all the anxiousness, all the nervousness, all the stress. She let go of the not knowing, of the fear, of her future. She let go of everything in that moment except for Chris because he was her rock.

He was her guide.

He was her everything.

When he came, he whispered her name and thrust even deeper into her, filling her with his seed. Then he lay next to her on the bed, pulled her into his arms, and whispered to her until they both fell back to sleep.