Chapter 25

LAYLA

“There you go, buddy,” I said, tickling George’s belly before I closed the snaps on his undershirt. “Nice, clean bum. Don’t tell Daddy I changed your diaper in the living room.”

I laid him on the floor beside Harris. They were having a blast under their baby gym. I settled in the recliner with my Kindle, but I couldn’t concentrate.

Jerome was coming home. Vlad had left hours ago to pick them up. The baby had a serious respiratory infection. Apparently, they’re quite common in premature babies.

They transferred him from the hospital in Huntsville to Sick Kids in Toronto. Briggs and Mary stayed at the condo for the entire five days Jerome was hospitalized.

I was extremely hurt and confused by Briggs’s decision to take Mary. Jerome was my nephew. My flesh and blood. And I was Briggs’s girlfriend.

I knew exactly why he had left me at home. He didn’t want to be seen with me in public. Just like the day we were out on the boat when he wanted to hide me from his neighbors.

Briggs wasn’t looking for anything long-term. He had no intention of going public. I was nothing more than a convenient piece of ass.

How could I have been so stupid? As if Briggs Westinghouse would want ~me~. I was an uneducated piece of trash from the ghetto. And I gave him my virginity.

~What was I thinking?~

If Mary hadn’t called when she did, we would’ve had sex again. Without a condom! A man who’d probably seen more pussy than my gynecologist had the head of his bare penis in my vagina.

~Was I looking for a scorching STI?~

The sound of the garage door opening announced their arrival. I took a deep breath and rose from the chair, listening as Briggs and Mary came inside. Sonya was making a fuss over Jerome.

Briggs poked his head into the living room. “How’s my boys?” he called out, settling onto the floor.

Harris and George kicked their feet happily, gurgling with joy when their daddy kissed them on their bald little heads.

“Are you okay with them for a bit?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said, glancing up as I crept past him. “Where are you going?”

“I need to do something upstairs.”

Once I was safely in my room, I flopped across the bed and bawled my eyes out. Briggs was so unfriendly. He barely looked at me. We hadn’t seen each other in five days. Didn’t he miss me?

He didn’t try to sneak a kiss. I didn’t even get an intimate look. Nothing.

~He wanted to see his kids, you immature, self-centered baby.~

I froze when I heard a light tap on my door.

“Layla?”

~Briggs.~

I rolled off my bed, tiptoeing across the room to hide in the closet.

Not my finest moment.

“Layla?”

I held my breath when I heard the bedroom door open.

“Where the hell did she go?” he muttered.

***

I ate dinner with Mary and Sonya in the kitchen. Briggs was in his office doing some work. After the dishes were cleared, I followed Mary upstairs to help with the baths and bedtime bottles. Jerome had to have nebulizer treatments. Mary showed me how to mix the medication and put it into the plastic chamber attached to the mask.

I rocked Jerome while he received his treatment, praying Briggs wouldn’t come up while Mary was in the bathroom. My plan was to make sure I was never alone with him.

~I said I had a plan. I didn’t say it was a good one.~

We got all the babies fed, bathed, and put to sleep without Daddy putting in an appearance. I knew I couldn’t stay in my bedroom if I wanted to keep avoiding Briggs.

I crept down the back stairs, heading for the basement. There was a huge recreation room down there that nobody ever used.

I slipped in through the heavy oak door and used the light from my Kindle to find my way to the leather sectional sofa. It was Mary’s night to take the baby monitor. She didn’t need me anyway.

Mary was quite capable of caring for the babies on her own. She treated me like I was one of the older children in her care, and she was teaching me how to look after the babies.

Briggs was probably going to let me go soon. He didn’t need two nannies on his payroll. If I continued to sleep with him while he was paying me money, didn’t that make me a prostitute?

~You’re his girlfriend, silly.~

What if he had just said that to get me into bed?

I lost myself in a steamy romance until my eyelids grew heavy. I set my Kindle on the coffee table and curled up under the blanket I had brought from my bedroom.

Memories from my night with Briggs filled my head. Maybe reading an erotic novel wasn’t the best idea. My lady parts tingled when I recalled how it felt to have a man inside me.

It had hurt like hell at first. But once he hit my G-spot, it was ~so~ good. I limped around for two days with a sore cooch, but it was worth it.

The night had ended badly, and I was feeling used, but at least I didn’t give it up to some creep from the trailer park. Briggs had put in the effort to make it special with the music he knew I liked.

And running the bath with the candles was a nice gesture.

I drifted off to sleep, dreaming about Briggs. My subconscious wasn’t bothered by his hurtful behavior. It was only interested in reliving the sex and conjuring up fantasies about the next time.

“Layla.”

“Mm,” I moaned, my hand stealing between my legs to rub myself through my yoga pants. “Touch me, Briggs. I need to come.”

“I’d prefer you to be awake when I do that,” he whispered.

I sat bolt upright, ripped from my sex dream by a deep male voice in the room. Briggs was kneeling next to the couch.

“What are you doing down here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I wanted a quiet place to read my book.”

“I think you were hiding from me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t seem like something my mature girlfriend would do.”

“Maybe I’m not as mature as you think, Briggs,” I snapped. “And I don’t remember you ~asking~ me to be your girlfriend.”

“You don’t want to be my girlfriend?”

“I don’t want to be your ~secret~ girlfriend.”

“I don’t want that either.”

“Bullcocky.”

“~Bullcocky~?”

“Yeah. You know, bullshit, hogwash, crap, nonsense, baloney, malarkey.”

“Apparently, my girlfriend is a walking thesaurus,” he chuckled.

“I don’t wanna be your dirty little secret, Briggs.”

“I’m trying to protect you, honey.”

“I’m a big girl.”

“I know,” he teased, his eyes dropping to my chest.

“Ugh! You’re a pig. You’re no different than the creeps at the trailer park.” I pushed off the couch, storming across the room to the door.

He caught up with me before I reached the door. I kicked and screamed while he carried me to the pool table.

“Vlad is gonna hear me,” I huffed as he sat me on the edge, bracing his hands on either side of me. “How are you gonna explain why you’re manhandling your nanny?”

“The walls are soundproof.”

“Bullcocky.”

“Stop using that word,” he growled. “I don’t like it.”

“Bullcocky, bullcocky, bullcock—.”

His mouth crashed down on mine, silencing me with deep strokes of his tongue as he pushed my thighs apart.

I grabbed his shirt, releasing a strangled moan when he rubbed the beast against my throbbing kitty.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I whispered with a reluctant sigh.

“Layla, do you want me to stop?”

“I said no!” I barked, grinding against him, my brain at war with my newfound sexual desire.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I gazed into his eyes, the intensity of his stare sending shivers down my spine.

“I want you,” he said, enunciating the words slowly. “For more than just sex. I never had any desire for a long-term relationship before I met you, Layla.

“The age thing doesn’t bother me. I don’t give a fuck what people think or say about ~me~. But I do care about ~you~. The paparazzi will tear you apart.”

“So we have to hide our relationship forever?”

“Not forever. Just until I figure out how to minimize the impact on you, honey.”

“I guess that makes sense.” I slipped my hand under the waistband of his shorts, my fingers brushing over the tip of his cock. “Can you fuck me now?”

“I never fuck girls without a condom. ~Ever.~”

“Okay,” I said slowly.

“But I wanna fuck ~you~ bare.”

“Why?” My mind raced to figure out where he was going with this.

“To show you that I’m not going anywhere, that I’m completely, one hundred percent, committed to this relationship.”

I blinked. His eyes bore into mine while I grappled with his request. Briggs wanted to have unprotected sex with me. He was making promises. Could I trust him with my health, my ~heart~?

“I don’t have any diseases. I had a full workup after I found out I’d been with your sister without protection. And I haven’t been with anyone since. I swear.”

“What about pregnancy?”

He lifted his hand to my jaw, his thumb stroking back and forth across my skin. “You said you probably couldn’t get pregnant.”

“Yes. Probably.”

“I’m willing to take that chance. If I got you pregnant, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. I would be happy that I was able to give you the baby you thought you might never have.”

“You’re crazy, Briggs. You have three infants upstairs with no mother. And you want more kids?”

“If you’re the mother, I’d have ten kids. That’s how much I want you, baby.”

“I’m not ready to have kids, Briggs.”

“I know, honey. I wasn’t suggesting we have a baby right now. I was just saying I wasn’t that concerned about taking the risk. If you want me to wear a condom, I can do that.”

“I’m on the pill. It helps manage my symptoms.”

“Oh.”

“Why do you look disappointed, Briggs?”

“I’m not sure,” he chuckled. “I guess maybe I liked the idea of trying to knock you up.”

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. “You’re so hard,” I whispered.

A fierce growl rumbled in his chest before our mouths locked again, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth while his fingers worked feverishly to remove my pants.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties, ripping them from my body.

“Briggs,” I hissed. “Those were fifty-dollar panties.”

“Don’t care,” he mumbled, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass to the edge of the table. I braced myself on my hands, watching as his head disappeared between my legs.

He drew my clit into his mouth, sucking hard while he plunged two fingers inside me.

I cried out, hoping he was telling the truth about the soundproof walls.

He had a couple days’ growth on his face, so that his stubble scaled my delicate flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core.

My climax was quick and forceful, my hips jerking as I came all over his face.

He yanked his shirt over his head, using it to dry his face. “Lift your bum, doll,” he instructed, sliding his shirt underneath my ass. “This is gonna be messy. Alexa, turn the pot lights too high.”

I gasped, pulling my shirt down over my cooch when light flooded the room. “What are you doing, Briggs?”

“I want you to watch me fuck you.”

He pushed his shorts and boxers to the floor, giving me my first real glimpse of his penis. I knew it was huge. I’d had it in my hand and my mouth, not to mention my vajayjay.

But seeing it in front of me, in a brightly lit room? ~Wowsers!~ Briggswas packing some serious weaponry in his pants.

His dark pubic hair was trimmed short, and confined to his mons pubis area. His balls were hairless. And huge.

His cock was long and thick, large veins crisscrossing under the smooth skin. Liquid seeped from the engorged head.

He pushed my thighs apart, spreading me wide open. “You’re beautiful, Layla. I wanna pound this darling pussy all night long.

Fill you with my cum and watch it drip from your gaping hole. I’m gonna make you come so hard, over and over until your body is completely satiated.”

His dirty promises triggered a fresh wave of arousal, liquid gushing from my body and soaking Briggs’s shirt beneath me. He licked his lips, dipping his head to lap up my juices.

“Watch,” he ordered as he lined up his cock and pushed forward. “I want you to see your hot pussy swallow my cock.”

It didn’t hurt as much as the first time, the burning sensation quickly giving way to pleasure as he thrust forward until his balls were resting against my ass.

“You’re the first woman who’s ever been able to take all of me, baby.”

“Really?”

“Yep. You have a nice, long channel. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

“Oh. Well. You learn something new every day.”

He pulled out, my pussy making a loud, slurping sound. I giggled softly. He pushed forward again, thrusting harder.

I gasped when he started to move. Playtime was over. He drove deep, lifting one of my legs so it was resting on his shoulder.

I fell backward onto the table, ramming my fist against my mouth to muffle the screams while he pounded into me.

“Fuck, baby!” he grunted. “You’re so fucking tight. Your pussy feels so good.”

He was fucking me so hard, I kind of wished I had a bra on. My tits were bouncing up and down, my nipples rubbing against my T-shirt as I slid back and forth across the top of the pool table.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he panted. “I need you to cum, babe.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I moaned. “You go ahead without me.”

“No way,” he growled, pausing his thrusts to grab my hand. He guided my fingers to my clit. “Touch yourself. Make yourself cum.”

He started moving again, his balls making a loud slapping sound as our flesh smacked together. My pussy was begging for relief, the walls stretched to their limit as his cock swelled.

“Come on, Layla,” he grunted.

I grabbed my clit and squeezed. He reached under my shirt, pinching my nipple while he drilled me so hard I slid across the table.

My orgasm rolled through my pelvis, sweat covering every inch of my body as I rode out my sweet release. My muscles relaxed, my body craved rest. Briggs was still inside me, eyes closed, face taut as he chased his own orgasm.

He grabbed my hips, dragging my ass to the very edge of the pool table and driving deep before his cock finally exploded inside me.

I opened my eyes, my chest heaving up and down while I stared at the man who still had his cock buried inside me. He grinned, leaning forward to capture my lips with a hungry kiss.

“Are you okay?” he murmured against my lips.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“I wasn’t too rough?”

“I liked it,” I confessed.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree, a wide grin spreading across his face. “We are gonna be so good together, doll. I’m gonna fuck you so much, you’ll be walking around this house with a permanent limp.”

“I like the dirty talk too,” I giggled.

“There’s lots more where that came from.”

“Are you getting hard again already?” I asked when I felt his cock swelling inside me.

“Yep. I’m gonna pull out now before I fuck you again.”

“Need a rest, Gramps?” I teased.

“No,” he growled, pinching my ass. “I don’t wanna have to explain to Vlad why I had to buy a new pool table.”

“Whatever.”

“Honey, I am far from finished with your pussy for tonight.” He pulled out of my body slowly, holding his shirt against my dripping entrance.

A gush of liquid ran from my body, his semen soaking the shirt and sticking to my thighs. He handed me my pants and gathered up the shreds of my torn panties.

“Let’s go up to my bedroom and get cleaned up.”

“What if we run into someone?”

He shrugged. “Sonya and Mary already know about us.” He lifted me off the pool table, keeping the shirt between my legs until I had pulled up my pants. “I talked to Mary about it one night while we were at the condo.”

“What did she say?”

“Mr. Westinghouse, I am your employee,” he said in a really bad fake British accent, his attempt at a female voice also a failure. “Your personal life’s none of my business unless it affects the health and well-being of the babies.”

“She treats me like I’m one of your children,” I grumbled.

“C’mon,” he chuckled. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

“What about Vlad?”

“Oh, Vlad definitely knows about us.”

“How?”

“It’s his job to know everything that goes on around here.”

“So, your entire staff knows?”

“Yep. And that means you can spend the night in my room.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. In fact, you should probably move some of your stuff down tomorrow, ’cause I want you in my bed every night.”