The Cripburn Complex, 1423 Arroyo Place, Southport, New Jersey.....
A knock on her front door had Charlotte Freedman on her feet and questioning the purpose of the unannounced visit as she tied her bathrobe around her waist and glared at the door while slicking back her dripping hair in a bid to see who had bothered to disturb her. When she opened the door, almost about to give the unwanted guest a piece of her mind for the disturbance, she found herself face to face with a shirtless and decidedly sweaty, Ron Seamus Hemming. The sudden burst of bravado had dissipated when she took note of the handsome male model who had quite possibly been the father of her unborn child. His nostrils flared and something of a wolfish grin filed across his face as he looked upon her his gaze like that of a dog taking note of a slab of meat ripe for the picking. She had not expected to see him so soon, their previous chat about her pregnancy had still lingered in her mind, but she never thought he'd seek her out so suddenly.
"R-Ron," she said holding the bathroom closed rather tightly with one of her hands.
Ron smirked once more as his eyes flickered with something akin to lust as he continued to allow his eyes to move over her obviously naked body beneath the bathrobe. He noted the dripping water from head to toe and deduced rather accurately that she'd just recently gotten out of the shower. He seemed pleased by the outcome as he'd made his visit at a most inopportune time for her.
"You're wet," said Ron observing her for a few moments.
Charlotte seemed caught off guard by his words. The implication had not been lost on Ron as he continued to smirk.
"That too," he replied with a charming expression. "But, I was referring to your hair dripping all over the floor."
Charlotte sighed finding it utterly ridiculous the way she'd been behaving given what they had already done together and the life they quite possibly conceived as a result of it. While she'd been in love with the late Victor Harlowe, she couldn't help but feel the onset of her apparent attraction to his younger brother of sorts.
Trying her hand at regaining her composure, Charlotte invited Ron inside her apartment unsure of what his visit would bring but given the amount of lonely hours she'd spent in the place since the untimely passing of Victor Harlowe, she was more than willing to accept the company.
"Come in," she said softly.
Ron nodded and stepped inside.
He was every bit as handsome and intriguing as she recalled him being from that fateful night when they'd gotten a few drinks in them, although she often suspected that she was more intoxicated than he'd been when it came to their frantic coupling in the back alley.
Ron stood before her, towering via his impressive height, and his body rippled with muscle. Charlotte found that she'd been more inclined to approach him and stroll down memory lane as his hazel eyes met hers with a good deal of heat behind them.
"How's the baby?" he asked making conversation aside from the heated glares.
"Fine," replied Charlotte at last composing herself. "We're both fine...as fine as can be really...clean bill of health from the doctor and all."
Ron nodded in approval.
"That's good to hear," he said. "We wouldn't want any complications with the child, no matter who the sire turns out to be."
It was Charlotte's turn to nod in agreement as she stood still slick from her shower and wearing only a bathrobe in the wake of the unscheduled visit.
Ron moved closer to her, his hazel eyes blazing due to the desire hidden behind them that Charlotte seemed to recognize all too well as she stood before him unable to object to his inspecting her body while slowly opening her bathrobe and running his rough calloused hands along her exposed belly which was still slick from the shower water as well.
Slowly, Ron managed to remove the bathrobe as his hands moved about Charlotte's pregnant body and he seemed to hear the beating of the unborn baby's heart as it continued to grow within the confines of her womb.
For the first time since Victor's death and the announcement of her pregnancy, Charlotte found herself longing for comfort from a man, even if that man had been a known scoundrel and the younger brother of the man she loved.
Unable to help herself, she let out a soft moan in reaction to the sensation of his heated touch against her slick skin and the pressing of his body behind hers as he began to slowly seduce her via soft kisses along her exposed neck and shoulder. The affection-starved woman melted into his embrace as he scooped her into his powerful arms and carried her toward the bedroom where he took the opportunity to discard his attire and like so many times before, he saw his way to impaling her onto his enormous cock as she clung to him with her bare chest pressed against him and her bathrobe dangling about her sides as she rode him while he sat on the end of her bed gripping her waist and nibbling at the flesh of her neck.
Ron enjoyed her slickness which only seemed to amplify due to her pregnancy as she rode him with her arms wrapped around his neck and the steady moans that escaped her lips filled the room as she slowly took more and more of him in. Charlotte had not recalled much about the night she first met Ron Hemming and he'd taken her like a brute in the darkened alley but she was more than enjoying being filled by him on the edge of her bed as she bounced up and down to sate her lust and his as well.
They were quite careful to consider the child, possibly their child even as the heights of pleasure threatened to get the better of them. A series of heated kisses and the intensity of their union persisted as the hours passed with neither of them having much of a care for the outside world in the wake of their mutual passion getting the better of them.
Unbeknownst to Ron, a lone tear streamed down her cheek as she closed her eyes envisioning the last time she'd been with the man she loved in her bed before his untimely demise despite her attraction to the man she believed to have been his younger brother.
By the time their act came to an end, it had been nearing dusk and Ron found himself given to release and pulled Charlotte along with him before leaving her to her contented slumber and exiting her apartment to begin his late-night patrol for the bloodsuckers that always seemed intent on threatening his new way of life in Southport.