Page 8 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

“If I wanted you to leave, I’d have left your clothes and a note next to the bed with cab money, baby. That’s the asshole way to do it if a girl stays all night, and if I hadn’t wanted you to stay all night, I’d have taken you to a hotel and slipped out in the middle of the night,” he says, making me wonder if he’d done those things before. “Yeah, I have.”

“What?” My brows lift curiously as I stare at him.

“You asked if I’d done that before, and I’ll admit, I have to both. With girls that meant nothing to me, but you, little bird, you’re nothing like them and the only thing I want to do right now, is feed your growling belly, and take you back to bed, got it?” he added with a smile that I couldn’t resist. I gave him a soft kiss and nodded, too tongue-tied to speak.

“Alright, go over to the couch and I’ll bring you some food. If I get you near a bed right now, you won’t be eating for a long time,” he states, lifting me off the counter, and I let out a giggle when he gives my ass a little spank as the shirt I’m wearing catches on the button of his jeans, baring my bare lower half. “Put the throw on your lap, or you still won’t get to eat, baby.”

I’m definitely not going to complain about waking up alone now.

Chapter 4

Johnnie

Ilift the last bite of scrambled eggs to Carly’s mouth, watching her the entire time she chews it like a predator stalking his prey. I can’t help it though. She’s everything I imagined she’d be but fuck, she’s even more. Part of me wondered if I’d wake up this morning and want her less, want to get her out of here and put this all off as just a one-time thing, but shit, I woke up earlier this morning and wanted her more. So much that I pounced as soon as I could tell she was mildly awake.

It was as close to fucking perfect as I can imagine sex being, and when I woke the second time this morning, all I wanted was to be buried inside her again. I was still holding her possessively, my hand on her mound, the other still on her throat, and knowing she was sleeping so peacefully, so soundly with my hands on her like that…I knew I was right. She’s mine, entirely, and nothing is going to get between us, take her from me.

And all I wanted was to be inside her even more than when I first woke. If I hadn’t taken her virginity last night, I’d have rolled her over, crawled between her legs and woke her up eating her incredible pussy, before slamming myself back home inside her.

I knew if I stayed in bed with her a second longer, I’d do it, and instead, I’d pulled away from her, let go of her curves, and came down here to get my cock under control. It took a cold showerandjacking off to achieve that, and then I started the food. I’m a shit cook, can pretty much make bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast for breakfast, or grill a steak and nuke potatoes and canned vegetables for lunch or dinner, despite our mom’s best attempt to make sure we knew how to cook.

I’ll admit, I’m a bit better at baking, which got me hell from my brothers, but I find it easier to follow a simple recipe since it’s mostly numbers when it comes to baking versus the chopping and sautéing and shit that goes into cooking. If my girls likes sweet things, I’ll at least be able to make her a cake or cookies for special occasions—because I don’t think she’s going to be thrilled for me to just buy her a diamond necklace or bracelet like some of the women I’ve gone out with before preferred.

“What are you thinking?” Carly asks as I set the plate onto the coffee table, my eyes taking in the tight nipples pressing against my tee covering her.

“That you’re not like other women—it’s a good thing, baby,” I add as the joy in her eyes dim a hint. “You haven’t asked for one thing since you’ve been here, not even for me to send out for new clothes or girly shit for you.”

“Well, I have a hair tie in my purse to tame this mess, but I’ll likely need to borrow something to get home in,” she says sending my brow higher. “My skirt’s um…it was tight and well, there’s a tear in it now so if you have sweatpants or something I can use to get home in, I’ll bring them back—or send them back if you don’t want to see…”

“Let’s get one thing straight right now, little bird,” I state, cutting her off as I pull her onto my lap. “Last night, this morning, now…it’s not ending here, baby. You became mine when I slid my cock in your virgin pussy, and nothing is going to keep us apart, got it?” I add as her phone dings and lights up on the table, showing a screen full of notifications.

There’s a bundle of new messages from Brent there as well, and I let out a growl as I swiped it up into my hands to give it to her to unlock. “What the fuck does he want?”

“I…oh god,” Carly says, her face paling seeing something else on the screen.

“What?” I demanded, reaching to take the phone and see what upset her.

She pushes off my lap, moving to stand, and I grab hold of her hips, stopping her from moving away from me. “Carly, what the hell is wrong?”

“I…” She’s still staring at her phone but when I reach for it, she pulls it away, her eyes coming back to meet mine. “Last night…this morning we…we didn’t…”

“We didn’t what?” I ask, reaching for the phone again.

“We didn’t use anything…I’m not…”

A slow smile begins to cross my face and it grows when I see the notification pulled up from a period tracking app. “You’re not on the pill, are you, little bird?”

It should freak me out, I mean, I had no desire to follow my mom’s desires for me to get married and have more grandbabies for her, butfuck, the thought of Carly pregnant with our baby…that makes my dick hard as hell.

“No, I need to go,” she says moving to pull away from me again, and I wrap my arm around her waist, stopping her once more. “Johnnie, I need to go to the pharmacy…they should have Plan B or something…”

“No.” The word is instant, my body vibrating as a deep fury along with a deep, intense need for her to have my baby inside her flares through my being.

“You don’t understand,” she says looking from me and back down to her phone with wide eyes. “It’s a really bad time and we just met…”

“I said no,” I state stopping her once more, taking the phone from her hand to pull up the full app. “This says you’re likely to ovulate in the next two days or so, which means, you could get pregnant from last night, this morning with ease.”

“Exactly, I didn’t realize…”

---