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  “How ... pregnant are you?”

  “About four or five weeks. I think I must have conceived very soon after the first time we made love without a condom.”

  “You’re sure?”

  She nodded. “Yes. I am definitely pregnant.”

  “Sharde was tossing hints all over the place and Amber obviously knew. Why did you tell them before you told me?”

  “I found out for sure while you were away.”

  “Why didn’t you call me and tell me?”

  “I wanted to tell you under special circumstances. I was going to tell you on Saturday night. I had this special night planned for us. Nothing elaborate, but it would have been special because it was the third anniversary of our first date. That seemed an appropriate time to tell you.”

  “I didn't know, but I promise you nothing happened between me and Cami.” He cupped her face. “I swear it, Darbi. It was a dumb mistake not to call you, but ... nothing happened.”

  “Would you tell me if it had?”

  “Yes.”

  “Even if it meant I'd kick your ass permanently to the curb?”

  “Even then.” He shook his head. “How could you think I'd want anyone else, Darbi, even Cami when I've never made any secret of how I feel about you?”

  “She was your first love and --”

  He pressed his fingers against her lips. “She's a special friend, but you are the woman I love. I'm sorry I missed the special night you had planned for us. And I should have leveled with you about our relationship with Cami, but the information wasn’t mine alone to share.” He released her face and slipped his arms around her. “I know I hurt you, but I'll make it up to you and --”

  She pressed her hands against his chest. “Do you think you're out of trouble that easy?”

  He sighed. “I promise you that I did not sleep with her and her interest in me was strictly as a result of my being related to Damien.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “They're in love with each other.”

  She stared up at him. “Is she nuts? She prefers him to you?”

  He smiled. “Every day of the week. It seems I've just been a Damien substitute for the last two years.”

  “You mean she doesn’t want you?”

  “That’s exactly what I mean.”

  “Strange, but they do say there's no accounting for taste.”

  “Hmmm. Let's talk about something really important.”

  “Such as?”

  “Are you going to forgive me?”

  “If you didn't sleep with her --”

  “I didn't.”

  “Then what's there to forgive?”

  “Darbi! Please. There is nothing to forgive, but if you think there is, I need you to forgive me.”

  She sighed, then lay her head against his shoulder. “It's not going to be this easy, Clay.”

  He hugged her. “Fine. Make me sweat and beg. But first let me tell you that Amber is sorry.”

  “Is she?”

  “Yes. Look, I know she can be trying, but she’s really a sweet kid.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Okay, let’s leave that for now. Right now I have other needs.”

  “And those are?”

  “I need to make love to you.”

  She shivered. “If I let you do that ... that would make me weak.”

  “Or just hopelessly in love with me.”

  She drew away from him, locking her dark gaze with his. “Which doesn't mean I plan to be weak for you.”

  “What's so weak about two people in love making love?” He took her hand. When she didn't pull away, he led her to her bedroom.

  Eager to see concrete evidence of her pregnancy, he undressed her quickly and slipped his hands over her stomach. He frowned and looked up at her. “It doesn’t seem any rounder. You’re sure. Right?”

  “Positive, or I wouldn’t have told anyone.”

  He looked up at her. “Have you told your mom yet?”

  She narrowed her gaze. “Do you want to talk or do you want to spend time trying to convince me why I should forgive you? Take off your clothes and make up your mind.”

  He pulled off his clothes and took her in his arms. “Let’s go to bed.”

  She shook her head. “I want you to take me on the chair.”

  He glanced at the chairs on either side of her patio doors and shook his head. “They don’t look very comfortable.” He stroked a hand over her stomach. “We have to be careful.”

  She laughed. “Clay, don’t lose it. Okay? I’m only a few weeks. We’re a long way from the time when I need to start worrying about my back or anything else. I want to sit on your lap on the chair and lower myself slowly onto your cock.”

  His cock stirred. “Which entrance?”

  She reached back and palmed her cheeks. “I want to feel you in my ass.”

  He wanted vaginal sex, but nodded. He just wanted to please her.

  She linked her arms around his neck and offered her lips.

  He resisted the urge to ravish her mouth and grope her. He embraced her and kissed her slowly. She parted her lips and leaned against him. Determined to show her that he loved her too much to want any other woman, he kept a tight rein on his emotions while quickly arousing hers.

  When she leaned against him, trembling, he released her. He slipped a condom over his cock, picked up the tube of lubrication, and sat in one of the chairs by the patio doors. He lubed his cock and beckoned to her. “Come here, sweetheart.”

  She crossed the room to him and turned her back to him. He watched with interest as she placed her hands over her cheeks and parted them. He caressed each cheek before slipping lube into her rectum. Capping the tube, he dropped it at his feet and gripped the base of his cock. He placed his other hand on her waist. “Sit down, sweetheart.”

  Still holding her cheeks apart, she squatted over him, and slowly lowered her hips. He groaned and closed his eyes as her warm, tight ass slid over the head of his cock.

  He gripped her hips and gave an impatient tug. As she sat on his lap, his cock was forced up into her body. Forgetting his resolve to make slow love to her, he thrust up at her and fucked her hard.

  She moaned and leaned back, allowing her head to rest against his shoulder. “Oh, Clay! Fuck me.”

  He was so hard and she was so tight, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “I intend to.” He slipped a hand around her body and probed her pussy. She was slick and he could feel her inner muscles contracting.

  It wouldn’t take much to make her come. He released her other hip and palmed one of her breasts. Rubbing his thumb over her engorged clit, he licked her neck and fucked her with long, deep movements.

  He fought to retain control of himself as he worked hard to ensure she peaked before he came. This was not the time to come before her. Just as he despaired of making her come, she moaned, shuddered, her thighs and ass began quivering, and finally, she came.

  He bit into her shoulder and after a quick series of thrust, he came.

  While he could normally make love to her at least twice before he needed a nap, he felt spent. He urged her to rise. He groaned in protest when she tightened herself around the sensitive head of his cock before he drew it out of her.

  He discarded the condom, took her hand, and they stumbled over to the bed and tumbled in together. Within in moments, he was asleep with her body curled against his.

  * * *

  The next morning, Darbi shook her head and rolled away from Clay when he reached for her. “We'd better get up and shower. I have a full day ahead of me to make up for leaving work early yesterday.”

  He sat on the side of the bed beside her. “Will you be able to squeeze in lunch or a cup of coffee with me some time during the day?”

  She shook her head and rose. “I think we both needed last night, but nothing's really changed.”

  He sighed. “What?”

  She touched his shoulder. “I love you and I think I believe you did
n't sleep with her, but I need some time to ... process things, Clay.”

  He stared up at her. “What does that mean?”

  “It means I need some time away from you.”

  He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against her. “Darbi. Honey, we just had over two weeks away from each other.”

  “When you spent the night with her, you crushed my hopes in a way that makes them difficult to recover.”

  He lifted his head and looked up at her. “Darbi, she's my friend and she needed a shoulder to cry on and a substitute for Damien. Please don't punish me for being there for someone who's always been there for me.”

  “I have issues I need to work through, Clay. I can't do that around you.”

  “Darbi, we need to talk about the baby and our --”

  “I know and we will. Just give me a little space and time to deal with my issues.”

  “What issues?”

  She closed her eyes. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell my mother.”

  “Why should that be so difficult? It’s not as if I won’t be there loving and supporting you.”

  “That’s not going to be enough to appease my mother.”

  “Darbi --”

  She shook her head. “I’ll work out a way to tell her. I need a clear head for that and I rarely have one when you’re around. We need some time alone and you need to work things out with Amber.”

  “There's nothing to work out. I expect her to get married.”

  “She's right. You're a hypocrite.”

  “I am not! She's my little sister. I want what's best for her.”

  “Why is marriage best for her, but not for you?”

  He shook his head. “You knew how I felt about marriage from the start.”

  She nodded. “And you knew how I felt about it. So it was just plain stupid for us to have unprotected sex.”

  “We can be committed to each other without marriage, Darbi.”

  “I'd better get dressed.” She turned away.

  He caught her hand.

  She turned and he drew her back towards the bed. “If we're going to be separated for a few weeks, I need you one last time.”

  “Clay --”

  He stroked a hand over her stomach before sliding his fingers along her slit. “Don't say no.”

  She felt the familiar rush of moisture between her legs as she looked down at his cock. He was hard and she wanted him for what might be their last time together. She swallowed and licked her lips.

  She didn't protest when he lay on the bed and urged her to stretch out on her side in front of him. “I need you.” He stroked her pussy. “Please.”

  She lifted her leg and sighed with pleasure as she felt the big head of his cock sliding between her lips and into her pussy. She pushed her hips back and reached between their legs to cup her hand over his balls.

  He laid her top leg over his hip and pressed his lips against her neck. “I love you.”

  She moaned and closed her eyes as he moved inside her. His lovemaking of the previous night had held a greedy, needy quality. This time he made sweet love to her, making her feel beautiful and desirable with every slow, deep thrust.

  When she came, he cupped both hands over her breasts and rained kisses against her neck and shoulders, heightening her pleasure. As the last flutter of delight danced through her, he thrust his cock deep and hard into her pussy in rapid succession.

  She pressed her ass against his groin and licked her lips as he shuddered behind her and blasted his seed into her.

  They lay with her still impaled on him for several moments after he'd come before she sighed and eased away from him. She did it slowly so that his cock remained in her body for as long as possible. She sat up.

  He sat up beside her. “Honey --”

  She pressed her fingers against his lips. “I need time, Clay.”

  He sighed and nodded.

  She kissed his cheek. “I'm going to shower. Could you ... be gone when I come out?”

  He nodded again.

  She caressed his hair. “Just give me two weeks and we can talk.”

  He engulfed her in a brief, fierce hug before he released her.

  She rose and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

  When she emerged from her shower with a towel wrapped around her body, he'd left. She sighed and sank down on the side of the bed. Get it together, girl. You asked him to leave. He left. But if he really cared, would he have left? Oh, girl, get real. You can't have it both ways.

  * * *

  “How do you think Darbi feels knowing you think if a man really cares about a woman he's knocked up, he'll marry her when you won't marry her?”

  Clay arched a brow at Amber, seated next to him on the sofa in his office. “She knows I love her.”

  She shrugged. “So? Maybe that's not enough.”

  “What?”

  “If it were, you wouldn't have been home right after work the last week and what ... a half? You'd have spent most of the night with her and then come creeping home sometime after twelve a.m. as you were doing before she kicked your butt to the curb.”

  “She didn't kick -- she just needs time to ...”

  “To what? Decide that maybe she can do without a man who refuses to marry her after knocking her up?”

  His nostrils flared. “I didn't knock her up!”

  Amber gaped at him. “Oh, my God, Clay! You mean it's not your baby?”

  “Of course it's mine!”

  She frowned. “Then if you love her, and it’s your baby, why won't you marry her?”

  “She understands and I asked you here to discuss you, not me and Darbi.”

  She slipped her arm through his. “Clay, you need to understand that I am not getting married. I've already talked to Mom and Dad and they understand. I’m going to put off school while I have the baby, but I will go. Promise. You might think I’m an airhead, but I know the value of education and I will make you proud of me, Clay.”

  He shook his head. “Oh, honey, even if you don’t go to school, please don’t think I’m not proud of you. I know I don’t always show it, but I love you very much and I really wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

  “Good because right now, Mom and Dad want me to come home.”

  He stared at her. “You're too young to be a single mom, Amber. You don't know what you're getting yourself into.”

  “Maybe I don't, Clay, but I know what feels right. Going home to Mom and Dad and having my baby there feels right.”

  “You can't do this by yourself, Amber.”

  “I won't have to. I'll have Mom and Dad and Damien and --”

  “Damien? He's all right with this?”

  She shrugged. “I think being in love has mellowed him. He ranted and raved at first, but after Betty and Cami talked to him, he calmed down. So I'll have them and you, Clay?” She looked up at him, her green eyes clouded with worry. “I know you don't approve, but can I count on you?”

  He sighed and hugged her. “Of course you can count on me.”

  She linked her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “I knew you wouldn't let me down, Clay.”

  “Never.”

  She drew out of his arms and rose. “I'd better go pack my bags.”

  “You're not leaving for another week or so.”

  “I know, but in case you haven't noticed, I've bought a lot of clothes over the summer and I won't be able to fit most of them soon.”

  He stood up and caressed her cheek. “I know you think I've been hard on you, honey, but you know it's only because I love you.”

  “I've always known that, Clay ... even when I was being the most difficult.” She clutched his hand. “Walk me to the door.”

  At the door, she smiled up at him. “Do the right thing by Darbi, Clay.”

  “I intend to. I'll take care of her and the baby.”

  She sighed and shook her head. “You're going to have to marry her to keep her.”

 
He shook his head. “No one is going to force me into a marriage I don't want.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I'll see you when you get home.” She kissed his cheek and left. He closed the door and sat behind his desk. He ordered a dozen roses to be sent to Darbi at work and then called her. “Hi, honey.”

  “Clay.” Her voice warmed. “Hi. I can't talk long. I'm on my way to a meeting.”

  “Okay. I just wanted to talk to you and see how you were.”

  “I'm fine, Clay.”

  “Really? Not missing me at all?”

  “Of course I do, but I'm a big girl. I might have to learn to cope.”

  Oh, hell. “No! Let's not talk about coping without me, Darbi.”

  “I don't want to, but you should know that I can if I have to, Clay.” She sighed. “Now I have to go. Have a great day.”

  “I'll call you tomorrow.”

  “When I said I needed space, I didn't expect you to call me every day.”

  “Do you want me to stop calling you?”

  “I ... no.”

  “Then I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

  “Okay.”

  His phone rang again just after he put it down. He lifted the receiver. “Hello.”

  “Clayton! Darling, I have some news for you.”

  “Mom. How are you?”

  “Considering things, I'm well.”

  “And Xavier?” “He's as well as can be expected. When I first told him about Amber, I thought he was going to have a stroke. He still thinks of her as a little girl.”

  “I know the feeling.”

  “Yes, well, we’ll all have to learn to cope.”

  “You had news you wanted to share?”

  “Yes.”

  She sounded excited. He smiled. “Good news?”

  “Oh, yes, Clay. We wanted you to be the first to hear our news.”

  “Oh, Mom. You're separating? I'm sorry.”

  There was a silence before she spoke. “Separating? Where do you get these ideas, Clayton?”

  At the surprise in her voice, he realized he'd been expecting them to separate for years ... just as he'd been expecting his father and Damon's mother to separate. He frowned. He wasn't sure why since both couples had always seemed very happy. “So you're not separating?”

  “Far from it!”

  Of course they weren’t. She loved Xavier and wouldn’t have sounded so happy if they were separating. “Good.”