Fake Escape Pt 05

Chapter 13

Killian

Bailey had no clue how badly I wanted to tell her I loved her. She was cute and awkward and embarrassed herself so many times this evening, but she had so much grace and passion. Listening to her and Dad talk was like hearing the only two people in the world who I cared about connect and I almost got jealous of how well they got along.

I rolled her over and pinned her down, not at all wanting to "romp" with her. I wanted to take this slow and savor every inch of her body but her response to my deflection indicated she wanted the booty call. Besides, I'd already let my heart get too carried away. After what happened with Misty and Cara, Bailey would never want to be around my friends again. I was surprised she even responded to my invitation to dinner.

"Mmm," she mewled, grinding her hips up to meet my body as my dick started to swell. "You gonna eat me like last week?"

"I'm going to fucking devour you, princess." I kissed my way down her jawline to her neck where I sucked her pulse point. She pulled my shirt up out of my jeans and found the sensitive flesh on my sides and dug her nails in.

"Can I suck you?" she purred into my ear and bit my earlobe, and I hissed and grinded my pelvis into hers.

"Only if you let me fill your ass with my cum and spank you hard." I grabbed her hips and pinched and she whimpered and pulled my shirt higher.

It was torture leaving her body to peel my shirt off and then hers, but worth it the second she was naked and my nude body was weighing her back into the mattress. Dad could walk in any time, or Mara for that matter, but I could care less. The most beautiful woman I'd ever met was under me begging me to take her, and my heart beat her name. She hadn't seemed to be too shy when Cara walked in on us the other night.

She parted her legs for me as I backed across the bed between her thighs and found her clit with my tongue, making her moan and claw at the comforter. I twisted my tongue around her clit and used my index and middle fingers to explore her wet entrance.

"Harder," she mewled. "Harder, please."

I plunged two fingers into her wet pussy and she grunted my name and grabbed handfuls of my hair. She was so responsive to every touch, like she'd never been treated to oral sex before. I lapped at her clit until she was panting under me and sucked on it until her hips bucked and she came with a keening cry. Her body spasmed around my digits and she pulled my face so hard against her flesh I had to hold my breath and ride it out. And when she calmed, I looked up and met her hooded eyes. They were heavy with lust and need, and I couldn't wait to fulfill them both.

I started to crawl up over her but she pushed my shoulders back and sat up. "You said I could suck you this time," Bailey purred with a pout. I smirked at her and backed away again, this time rising up to my knees and stroking my dick. Precum beaded on its head, ready to be enjoyed by her tongue, and I didn't have to wait long. She wrapped her hand around my girth and then smeared the tip of her tongue around the head, collecting the clear liquid and then moaned.

"God, you taste so fucking good." She whispered it like a prayer and then she took me all the way in her mouth, gagging on my length, but not pulling back.

I groaned and arched my hips into her waiting mouth, and she decided to take it upon herself to use her other hand on my balls, cupping and massaging them. "B--Bailey," I choked out, grabbing her head for leverage as my hips bucked against her mouth. My dick slid farther into her warmth and then out soaked in her spit. I was going to cum in two seconds if she didn't stop.

"No--," I managed to push out, but she pulled me back, using both hands on my ass to keep me fully submerged in her throat as she sucked. The way she deepthroated me, sent me reeling, gritting my teeth and trying to stop the sensations. It was incredible and I was going to dump in her throat, not where I wanted to.

"Bailey," I growled, and cupped both of her cheeks, forcing her mouth away from me.

"Can't take it?" she snickered and I laid her back down and collapsed on top of her briefly.

"I want your ass." My hips were still grinding, my cock searching for a warm place. "On your stomach," I bit her earlobe. "I'm going to spank you until you're red and then I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to cum in you."

Moaning, she rolled onto her stomach, her legs spreading invitingly wide. As she arched her back, her ass tilted upwards, making her entrance and her tight little opening irresistibly inviting. I crawled between her legs, admiring the view of her glistening pussy and the pink rosebud that clenched in anticipation. She was so goddamn sexy, every part of her driving me wild with desire.

Taking my time, I spread her cheeks, exposing her most intimate parts to my hungry gaze. Her aroma filled my senses, intoxicating me further. My cock twitched against her wet entrance, aching to be sheathed inside her tight heat.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I growled, my voice gravelly with lust. I flexed my hips, teasing her with just the head of my dick. "Tell me you want it."

"Oh, God--" she moaned, and I felt the tips of her fingernails against my inner thigh as she rubbed her clit.

I gave her a firm smack on her ass, the sound echoing in the room, and she moaned in response. "Beg me."

"Please," she whined, rocking back against my dick. "Please, fuck me hard and fill me."

Her whimpers were desperate and pleading. And after that performance with her sucking me I was so on edge I didn't even. have patience for this game of banter. I gripped both of her ass cheeks as I slid into her pussy, then sank both thumbs too, soaking them with her juices.

The way she tightened around my dick made my eyes roll back into my head, and I groaned several times. This sex was different than any other woman I had, firstly because she let me fuck her with no condom. But it was more than that. I had something special with her and that made every second of this more pleasurable.

"You feel so fucking good, Bailey. I could fuck you like this for hours."

Her response was to whimper and clench but I knew I could make it better for her too. I pulled my thumbs from her pussy then shoved one, then the other in her ass and started stretching her. "Shhh, relax your muscles. Push back against my thumbs," I coached, realizing this was probably the first time she'd had anal.

Bailey did what I told her as I continued to fuck her pussy slow and steady. Soon her ass was stretching as wide as my girth and without breaking stride, I pulled out of her and put the tip of my dick against her hot ring of muscles.

"Remember, relax, breathe, and push back against me."

"Oh fuck," she whined, but I thrust into her hard and she screamed for as second, pushing her torso up so her hands splayed on the comforter. "Oh fuck, oh god... It's intense."

"Relax, now," I coached, still slowly thrusting, and I pushed her shoulders back down as I leaned over her.

She lowered back down to the mattress, ass still proudly in the air, and I found a rhythm again.

"You okay?" I asked, panting.

"I--I'm fine. It's different," she admitted. "Keep going." I groaned, my thighs slapping against hers with each thrust as I picked up the pace. "Oh fuck, Bailey, your ass is so tight."

"God--please--I'm so close," she panted. I watched the muscles in her back and shoulder flex and knew she was rubbing herself off as I fucked her. It made my brain melt.

"Me too. God, I'm almost there," I growled, and finally I felt the pulses start in my balls. I grunted, burying myself as deep as I could in her ass. "Fuck, Bailey, I'm coming--" I came inside her, our sweat-soaked bodies locked together in the throes of bliss and her ass clenched around my dick as she came with me. I'd never get over the way a woman's body could squeeze my cock tighter than a vise grip and make the sensations so much more intense during anal, and it made me weak in the knees.

It was several minutes before we both calmed down, and I collapsed on top of her, my dick still inside her. She was panting as I kissed the back of her shoulder, then she turned her face and I pulled the hair aside and kissed her cheekbone.

"Wow, you are really good at that," she groaned, and I smirked at her. Her eyes were closed, body limp under me, and I pulled out of her slowly, to which she responded with more moaning and heavy breathing.

"Gonna wash up," I whispered, hoping she would stay exactly as she was--prostrate on my bed.

I strutted off to the bathroom with my dick still proudly standing on end like a peacock posturing and turned on the water to wash my hands and dick. I was currently ashamed to admit that I had fucked a lot of women, more than average. Looking myself in the mirror I felt guilty and stupid for it, for thinking sex was nothing more than a bodily function. Because this woman was so incredible, it made me want to choose her and only her every day for the rest of my life.

"Think you might want to stay over?" I called, but there was no answer. I figured, we'd come this far with this lie we were pushing on everyone, and we were getting along really well. Sure Cara and Misty were bitches and I'd have to keep them in line, but if Bailey stuck it out and came back to meet my dad, then maybe she felt the connection too. I was falling for her and I wanted to see where it went.

"Bay?" I called again, thinking maybe she just hadn't heard me. My hands were soaked in soap and water and I scrubbed my hard length as it began to grow soft again, but I peeked around the corner just in time to see the bedroom door shutting and the bed empty. Sienna's car seat and diaper bag were gone, and the only thing left in the room was a pair of pink silky panties draped over my pillow.

I sighed and walked back to the sink. I could run after her, but if that was how she wanted to play this, there was no point. she'd be embarrassed and I'd be defensive. I let her walk out and rinsed myself off. Either she felt what I felt and she was scared of it, or the complete opposite was true and she just wanted her booty call and to go home without conversation.

She was right when she said no one had ever stood up to me. She was the first. And she was the first to walk out on me after incredible sex and not want to stick around for more. I didn't even know what to think now.

Chapter 14

Bailey

I walked out that night because I had to and I'd been thinking of it for five days now. I couldn't think of anything else. I was preparing to go back to work on Monday and my heart just wasn't ready. Nothing felt stable in my life anymore, not even knowing Killian's money would solve a lot of my issues. I didn't want to be a single mom anymore; I wanted a partner to help me, someone to love, and I wanted it to be Killian.

I started crying when he kissed my cheek and told me he'd be back, and the crying turned into sobbing when he asked me to sleep over, but I was already halfway dressed. Now I felt like I should have stayed over. I should have been woman enough to admit that even though I was basically poverty-stricken I hoped for a relationship with him. He'd call me a gold digger and I'd end up hurt, but at least he'd know how I felt.

Now I had to scrounge up a few measly dollars to buy some new pants for work since I hadn't quite lost all the baby weight yet and I had no intention of wearing my maternity pants still. I knew if I said something to Killian he'd have thrown money at me, but I didn't want him to actually think I was a gold digger. I wasn't. I didn't want his money. I wanted him and I was stupid for wanting that.

I parked in Uncle Mike's driveway and took Sienna's car seat out of the back along with her diaper bag. Margret offered to babysit when I needed it and while I didn't need someone to watch Sienna for my little shopping trip--I could have taken her--I just wanted a few minutes without having to worry about being responsible for someone else. I needed to think, because I had been ghosting Kill in an attempt to stop my heart from feeling things for him, but it wasn't working.

Margret opened the door for me before I even knocked. She had a giddy grin on her face and snatched Sienna's car seat from my grasp with a smile. "Oh gosh, I'm so happy you asked me to watch her. I just love babies so much." I followed her into the house with a fake smile on my face and Sienna started to fuss almost immediately. My milk let down but I had bottles already prepared, so I held her while Margret took the bottle to the kitchen to warm it.

When I was debating whether to just flop my boob out to nurse her, which would get her to calm down faster, Uncle Mike strolled in and kissed the top of her head.

"Hungry little gal, huh?" he asked and took her from my arms.

"Yeah, Aunt Madge is getting the bottle warmed. Thanks again for offering to babysit. I really need to get some new work clothes, probably just a few things though. My budget is so small right now." I winced as I overshared. It was pretty typical for me and I was always embarrassed by it, but I never could figure out how to stop the bad habit.

"Hey, you want some... You know what?" Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed it to me. "There, open that up."

I took it but I stared at him incredulously. "What?"

"Open it up and take that gray card. It's my Mastercard. You can have about five hundred on that, alright? That'll get you some decent outfits and you can even buy some nice things for Sienna too." He looked so sincere but I couldn't do what he was asking. I had to prove I could make it on my own.

"I can't, Uncle Mike. Dad will just say I still need too much help. I can do this on my own." I handed the wallet back to him but he pushed it back at me.

"Nonsense. First of all, this is a gift for my niece who is doing an amazing job being a mom, and second your father doesn't have to know anything about it." He wasn't taking no for an answer and I didn't want to fight him at all. I didn't have emotional energy to waste.

I sighed and took the card from his wallet and then handed it back to him. There was no point arguing anyway, and just because I took it didn't mean I had to use it. I just wanted to get out of this house. My mind was already overloaded with negative thoughts that had me spiraling.

"Thanks..." I mumbled as I slid the card into my pocket.

"You know, you'd think with all the money that boy has he'd take better care of you and his baby." Mike's eyebrows rose suspiciously and I clenched my jaw trying to lock down my tongue that wanted to bite back.

Taking care of me was my job; Killian had no obligation. Except for the hospital bill that came in the mail just this afternoon. I hadn't even opened it but I knew what it was--the signpost that the charade was almost over. It came much faster than I thought it would too. I had hoped for a few more weeks. But maybe it was better this way. I was getting way too attached to him anyway.

"I can do it myself, Uncle Mike. I don't want Killian's money. I want to be my own woman." I pressed my lips into a firm line, ready to walk out the door and make a dash for my car but he continued and even followed me as I started toward the front of the house.

"He's trouble, Bailey. Your father and I just want to protect you. And I'm not sure what spell he has you under but you don't have to do what he says. Maybe there's a chance he's not Sienna's father. If you really were just at a party and--"

"Please," I said, stopping abruptly and turning toward him. "Just respect me and my choices, okay? I'm safe and no one is hurting me." My lip quivered as I confronted him and I saw the concern etched on his brow but he nodded.

"Please be safe out there. We'll take good care of the baby."

I slipped out before Margret got back because if she saw the tears welling up in my eyes she'd have stopped me and made me talk about it. But I couldn't talk about it. It would all gush out the way I overshared about my lack of money and if they found out Killian was just posing as Sienna's father and I was taking his money, what would they think of me? Or him? And how would Mike react to that?

I just wanted this all to be over now, for me to be able to move on and forget Killian Welch ever happened. I loved him, but he didn't love me and I would never convince him to humiliate himself permanently by marrying me. This wasn't Cinderella and I wasn't a princess needing to be rescued by a handsome prince. It was the real world, and I had to do things myself or they wouldn't get done.

Now, I just had to get the bill to Killian and have him pay it and I could gracefully back out of this self-imposed nightmare and let Killian get back to his playboy ways. He'd be happier, and I'd be able to lick my wounds in private and move on. But I'd never forget him. It would be the one moment of my life I always looked back on and wished could have been different.

Chapter 15

Killian

I thought it was strange after not hearing anything from Bailey for a few days that she would just call me and ask me to come over. Until I sat on her couch and saw a spread of medical bills on the coffee table and knew exactly why she wanted me here. I sat down and looked through them and it honestly shocked me how expensive it was to have a baby, though not as much as I thought it would be.

"So that's everything I think." Bailey sat in the armchair as far from me as she could get and had Sienna to her breast nursing. This time she had a blanket draped over her and the baby, but I wasn't here for a peep show. She seemed nervous or on edge, and I couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

This was the end of the line with her now. She wanted the money I promised her and nothing more. I'd be the first to admit I was disappointed because even though this was all my idea, and I knew had I never interfered in her life she'd never have approached me and begged for money, I felt a little used. But that was the way it was, wasn't it? I had spent my days using women and the tide had turned on me.

"Okay, well I will just take all of these with me. It's not like I have a checkbook or anything, so I can't really just cut you a check. I promised to help with your rent and what not... How can I get you the money for that?" I started collecting the bills and stacking them and she was mostly quiet.

She sat stiffly on the chair and I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what she wanted or how to tell her what I wanted. But I had questions for her and I couldn't even ask those either. Had none of this meant anything to her? The sex, the dates? Laughing together, me sticking up for her with her dad or her meeting mine? Maybe that party with my friends really had put her off of me.

"Uh, I guess Venmo or something. You have my number now so..." She didn't even make eye contact when she spoke to me. It cut me deep.

"Yeah okay... so is like ten grand enough or...?" I didn't know how much she needed. I wasn't just throwing money at her either. I really did care about her and I wanted to help. She could have said any number and I'd have made it happen for her.

"Woah, no... I, uh... Uncle Mike will help me, Killian. You don't really have to--"

"I want to. I'm just asking how much. Okay?" With the papers stacked, I folded them together and held them in my hands in front of myself. I wished she could see the way I felt about her, but I didn't think it would even matter. We hadn't spoken in days again and the only reason she called was for the money. She rushed out of my house like I had the plague right after the most intimate sex I'd ever had with anyone.

"Um, I guess like two thousand, but honestly you really don't have to. The medical bills... That's more than enough." When Bailey looked up at me I thought I saw tears in her eyes, which was how I felt, but I knew women who were pregnant or just had a baby could be moody or emotional and I didn't know how to read her.