My Fireman's Secret Baby, Jamie Knight [best free ebook reader for android .txt] 📗

“I don't think that is true. I mean, Kyst is planning on helping me rebuild my house and my business. We have discussed it and started making plans,” I admit. I hide my smile at the memories.

“You do realize that if he really wanted to be in a relationship with you, he would ask you to stay with him instead of your own house,” Grayson points out. It's like he is hitting all my fears and concerns. “I think it would be best for the both of you if you moved out now. You don't want to start arguing about the baby or anything.”

I know I shouldn't let Grayson play on my worries like this, but what if he ends up being right? I make the decision not to tell Kyst anything about the pregnancy yet, just in case. You never know what can happen.

Chapter Sixteen - Kyst

It's late in the day, and I'm sitting in my office. The house feels quiet and empty without Mylah here. I look up at the clock on the wall. She must be swamped at the clinic today. On my desk are the plans we have made together for her new house and clinic. I must admit that they look great. Her clinic is going to be fantastic once it is built and completed with the latest upgrades.

There is something that bothers me, though. I have grown close to Mylah during her time here. I've enjoyed everything about her, including her company. She makes my house feel like a home. If she leaves, I know that all of these feelings are going to go away. I don't think I want that to happen. I don't want her to move out and leave me. The issue is deeper than that, though, like my feelings. I think I am falling in love with her. I have gotten to get to know her as a person. I love who she is.

The house is so quiet I hear the front door opening. I smile because Mylah is home. I get up and walk out of the office. I need to see her, so I hurry down the hall. She is putting away her purse and shoes. I startle her as I grab her hand and turn her to me.

“Hi!” she exclaims breathlessly. Her cheeks flush a little.

I pull her to me and put my hands around her waist as I kiss her. She kisses back with such enthusiasm that I start to get hard. I sink to the floor and pull her into my lap. As we kiss, our tongues meet and twist together. I pull off her blouse and cup her breasts through her bra.

We pull apart long enough to get my shirt off, then go back to kissing. I lay her back on the floor. Her legs spread, and I can feel her pelvic area rubbing against my thigh. I can't wait any longer. I reach down and pull off her pants. I can see her wetness leaking through her panties, so I pull those off too.

Neither of us wants to stop. Mylah unbuttons my pants, and I hurry out of them. An eager girl, she gently grabs my cock and guides it into her pussy.

She is so hot and tight when I push in. I kiss her deeply as I thrust in and out. She is so wet and ready for me. I don't think it has ever felt this good. Her breasts bounce with each thrust. She is already moaning my name.

We fuck hard and fast on the floor. I am crying her name out, too, as we cum.

I hold her on the floor for a few minutes afterward. There is no denying that I am falling for her. What we did just now proves it. This is about more than sex.

Once we are calm, we sit together. I can't wait any longer. I need her to know how I feel. I need to talk to her and see if I can convince her to move in with me.

I look at how beautiful she is sitting there. “Mylah?” I ask. She looks at me with those beautiful eyes. For once, I am nervous and don't know what to say. “Can….I talk to you about the clinic and living situation?” I ask awkwardly.

Alarm flashes in her eyes. “Oh! If you want to stop paying for it, you can. I can figure out some other way,” Mylah says with sadness in her voice.

Now I am panicked. I didn't want to give her that impression. “No, no, no! That's not it at all!” I try to explain, but it is too late. My awkward words have ruined everything.

Mylah looks like she is fighting to hold back her tears. I reach for her, but she moves away. She pulls her clothing on and stands in front of me. I stammer for the right words to say, but she stops me. Now she is crying, like an overflow of emotions.

“I think it would be best if I moved out. I can figure things out on my own. I'll find a way,” she announces.

I'm in utter shock. After a few minutes of just sitting there, I manage to get dressed. We both stand there looking at each other. Mylah is crying uncontrollably now. I'm still stunned.

“I had no idea you felt that way,” I say, trying to contain my sadness. “If you really want to go, I won't force you to stay,” I reply, really thinking that is what she wants.

With tears in her eyes, Mylah runs down the hall. I can hear her packing up everything. A few minutes later, she comes back carrying all of her belongings, including the dogs. Her tears start flowing again as she walks out the door.

As the door closes, I sit on the floor and stare blankly. I feel like