Forbidden Heat:Between Friends Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Leo's POV

The LA dawn seeped through the curtains, gray and tense, like it knew we were hiding a bomb. I woke up to Cici's hand clamped over my mouth—her nails digging into my cheek, eyes wild with the kind of panic that makes your balls shrink. "Sid's flight lands in three hours," she whispered, breath reeking of mint gum and my cum. "We gotta move. Now.”

I swatted her hand away, sitting up fast enough that the sheets tangled around my ankles. The room still smelled like sex—vanilla lotion, my sweat, the faint tang of lavender detergent Sid swore by—and the shattered wedding photo on the floor crunched when I stepped on it. "First the test," I said, my voice rough. "You said CVS had the early-detection ones."

She nodded, yanking a hoodie over her naked body—Sid's old Bruins hoodie, the one with the frayed cuffs—and grabbed the white box from the nightstand. We tiptoed to the bathroom, like the walls had ears, and she locked the door behind us. The tile was cold under my feet, and I stared at the shower curtain—blue, with tiny palm trees, a gift from Sid's mom—as Cici peed on the stick.

"Two minutes," she said, setting it on the sink. Her hands were shaking so bad she knocked over Sid's electric toothbrush. "If it's positive… we can't fuck this up. No more hickeys, no more cum on the couch, no more—"

I cut her off with a kiss, hard enough to make her gasp. My hand slid under her hoodie, cupping her pussy—still wet from last night, still sticky with me—and she moaned into my mouth. "Last time," I growled, slipping a finger inside her. "Before he gets home. Gotta mark you one more time."

She grabbed my wrist, but didn't push me away. "Fast," she whispered. "He could text any second."

I turned her around, bending her over the sink, and hiked up the hoodie. Her ass was red from last night's spanking, and I bit it—soft, then hard—before sliding my dick into her. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle the scream, and I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so she could see us in the mirror. "Look at you," I hissed. "Pregnant with my kid, getting fucked by me while your husband's on his way home. Dirty bitch."

She came instantly, her pussy squeezing me so tight I almost blew my load. I thrust three more times—fast, brutal, desperate—and came deep inside her, painting her walls with cum that might've just made a baby. We collapsed against the sink, panting, and Cici's eyes flicked to the test.

Two lines. Bright pink. Unmistakeable.

"Holy shit," she breathed, reaching for it like it was a winning lottery ticket. Her voice cracked. "We did it. Leo, we're having a baby."

I stared at the test, then at her reflection in the mirror—hoodie askew, lips swollen, cum dripping down her thighs—and felt a surge of something I couldn't name. Pride? Obsession? Relief? All three, tangled up in a knot that felt like victory. "My baby," I said, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. “Mine.”

The doorbell rang.

We froze. Cici's face turned white. "Who the fuck is that?" she whispered.

"Marge," I said, jaw tight. The hippie neighbor who brought over kombucha and judged no one—but still, a neighbor. A witness. "She probably saw my car and wanted to borrow sugar or some shit."

Cici pushed me away, yanking down her hoodie. "Fix your hair. Flush the test—no, wait, keep it. Hide it in your duffel. I'll get rid of her." She unlocked the door, peeking out, and I heard her laugh—fake, bright, relieved. “Marge! Hey, girl! What's up?"

I grabbed the test, shoving it into my duffel bag, and started packing. My clothes were strewn across the guest room—socks on the Bruins rug, shirt draped over Sid's desk chair, boxers under the bed—and I stuffed them in fast, heart racing. The sound of Marge's voice drifted in, rambling about her yard, and I grabbed the bottle of stain remover from the bathroom closet.

"Cici!" I yelled, loud enough for Marge to hear. "You seen my sunglasses? Left 'em on the patio!"

"Check the grill!" Cici yelled back. I heard her laugh again, then Marge's footsteps fading. She closed the door, leaning against it, chest heaving. “Safe. For now. But we gotta go—your car's in the driveway, and Sid's Uber will be here any minute."

I nodded, zipping my duffel. The test pressed against my chest, a secret burning through the fabric. "Text me," I said, grabbing her face and kissing her. "Every day. Tell me how the baby's doing. Tell me you're not slipping up."

She kissed me back, hard and fast. "I won't. And when he's at work? You come over. I wanna feel you. Wanna make sure the baby knows his daddy."

The thought made my dick twitch. Even with Sid in the next room, even with the threat of getting caught, she still wanted me. Still craved me. "I'll be back," I said. “Tomorrow. After his 9 AM meeting."

She nodded, tears in her eyes. "Be careful. If he finds out… I don't know what I'll do."

I grabbed my duffel, heading for the back door. The patio smelled like grass and Sid's grill smoke, and I paused by the oak tree he'd planted—our tree, where we'd fucked at noon, where I'd cum inside her under the sun—and smiled. "He won't find out," I said, turning to look at her. She was standing in the doorway, hoodie falling off one shoulder, hickeys peeking out. "You're too good at lying. And I'm too good at hiding."

She laughed, wiping her eyes. “Go. Before he shows up."

I slipped out the gate, duffel slung over my shoulder, and climbed into my beat-up Corolla. The test was still in my pocket, pressing against my thigh, and I pulled it out at a stoplight. Two pink lines. My baby. Growing inside Cici, in Sid's house, under Sid's nose.

My phone buzzed. Sid.

Sid: Dude! Just landed! Thanks for handling everything while I was gone. I can't wait to chow down on those tacos we talked about. You still down?

Tacos. Fucking tacos. Sid thought we were just two bros grabbing lunch, while I'd spent the week fucking his wife and knocking her up. The irony made me laugh—dark, dirty, satisfied.

I pulled away from the house, glancing in the rearview mirror. Cici was gone, but the memory of her—naked, moaning, begging for my cum—lingered. The test glinted in the sunlight, two pink lines that changed everything.

Sid was coming home. The secret was alive. And somewhere inside Cici, a tiny piece of me was growing.

I smiled and typed back to Sid.

Leo: "No problem, man. Everything is in perfect order. I took care of everything."

And I meant it.