Henry moans, his fingers clamping down on me as he explodes. The hot spurts of his cum as he spills inside me set off my own release, pulling his seed deeper into my womb.
Chapter 6
Henry
I stareup at the house I grew up in, never having expected to move back here, but her plan makes the most sense. Make me look like a hero, like I’m stepping up for a grieving pregnant widow and trying to keep my father’s business in the family.
The staff is loyal to her, so I know they won’t speak on the fact that I can’t be alone with my stepmother without fucking her brains out. I don’t understand my draw to this woman. Half the time she infuriates me, and it should disgust me to fuck my father’s wife, except it doesn’t. It’s actually the opposite. Every time I stick my dick in her, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. And the fact that I knocked her up? It makes me feral. I hadn’t thought about kids previously, but seeing Natalie’s belly growing, I want to keep pumping my cum in her, have a whole fucking horde of children.
Sighing, I turn off my bike and head up the steps to the front door. I spoke to the security at the gate, so they should be aware to not let any other men on bikes through. I left them five grand in the apartment and disappeared without a trace. The downsideis that my family property isn’t the best for privacy from the public.
One of the staff members opens the front door with a short bow before leaving me standing alone in the foyer. Disappointment bleeds into me when I realize Natalie isn’t here to greet me, and I hate myself for even feeling like that.
I don’t have a moment to dwell on it when the house manager comes around the corner. “Sorry, Mr. Dansworth. I was preparing Mrs. Dansworth’s lunch and didn’t realize you’d arrived.”
“Just Henry,” I say tightly.
She nods. “Of course. Do you wish to join Mrs. Dansworth for lunch on the balcony or do you wish to be shown to your room?”
I frown. “Is it different from the room I grew up in?”
She waves her hand. “It is. We prepared a room closer to Mrs. Dansworth, in case of emergencies, since none of the staff live on that floor.” It makes sense, but I don’t necessarily like it.
Sarah smiles at me, leading up the stairs and down a different hallway than the one I went to when my father was dying.
“It will be good for Mrs. Dansworth. She gets lonely.”
I grunt, half-heartedly snapping, “Oh, does she? Living in this big house with no job after marrying her rich old husband. Hmmm.”
Sarah bows her head, silent until we reach the doorframe, and then stops me from entering. “Your father was not a blind or stupid man.” Without another comment, she turns and leaves me alone as I scowl at her back. I know what she’s saying—thatmy father happily went into the marriage well aware of the type of woman Natalie was.
And if I were honest with myself, I’d say that my overall opinion of her has changed as well. I thought she was all beauty, no brains, but my assumption was so far off. Dropping the single bag I’ve carried in, I stare around the bland room. It’s a guestroom I’ve never wandered into, and now that I’m here, I can actually appreciate the gesture of a clean start from my past.
Lying down, I realize how tense I’ve been when my body slumps in relief. No longer needing to listen if anyone is coming up the stairs to bother me. No more trying to sleep with the sounds of drunken yelling, sloppy fucking, and shattering glass. The house feels a little empty with the knowledge my father isn’t ever coming back, but the fact that he was rarely home while growing up anyway doesn't feel all that different. Building a garage is still the goal, the dream, but I no longer feel this looming sense of dread that I am going to fail. Now it’s been bested by a strange excitement mixed with anxiety about becoming a father. If everything goes to plan, I can be a better father than he ever was in the same house that holds so many gloomy memories. I’m determined to replace them with better ones.
There’s a soft knock before the door swings open, and Natalie lingers at the frame. “How you feeling?”
I raise an eyebrow. “About?”
She shrugs. “About being back here…with me.”
Her hand rubs over the growing belly. She seems further along than she is, probably because of her petite size. A smile quirks on my lips. God, she’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
I pat the bed next to me. “I don’t know yet. Just got here. Come lay down with me.”
She moves closer, the slight strawberry scent of her shampoo making my stomach clench. My cock hardens, and I have to swallow a groan. What is wrong with me? I can’t even begin to control my body’s vehement response to her.
Natalie crawls onto the bed, giving me a respectful distance before I grab her, pulling her to my side.
“Oh,” she gasps out as she fits perfectly on me. Her hand rests on my chest as her bent leg rests on my thighs. I can feel the heated, hard flesh of her belly on my hip, and my hand itches to rub it. Her head tilts back to stare up at me.
“You seem to be in a good mood.”
I hum. “Yeah, sorry. Sometimes it’s hard to get over my skepticism until it’s my reality.” A long sigh blows out of my lips, and I turn to look at her. “I held a lot of unfair resentment for you because my father wasn’t an easy target. Now that he’s gone, that resentment has started to feel more and more forced. And now that I’m here, I can’t really blame you for not wanting to move from your home. I called this place the same for a long time.”
Tears line her eyes, and I can see the bob of her throat as she swallows. She looks down at my chest, tracing patterns with her finger. “I know what it looks from the outside, but your father…”
My body tenses. I’m not sure if I want to hear about their relationship.
