Mister Daddy: A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance

by Adams, S. C.

  As a result, it’s kind of like I had a delayed manhood. I wasn’t necessarily proud of the fact that I slept with different women every city that I went, but it is what it is. It made me happy, comfortable, and stress free. And I wasn’t a douche about it either. I made sure that every woman I slept with knew I was leaving the next day or very shortly after that. I never led a woman on, and that was important to me. There’s no reason to be an asshole, so long as expectations are upfront and clear.

  Lately though, my lifestyle had been getting a little stagnant. I had been traveling so much and there had been so many women coming in and out of my bed, that it was all starting to blur together. I had an appetite, one that made me want to go out on the prowl. But after so many women, I was almost ashamed of the fact that I was struggling to keep them separate in my mind. I couldn’t remember some of their names. Others, I’m not sure I even knew their names to begin with.

  On top of that, my last stop in Florida last month had been a bit of a head turner. I went to see my sister Pam and her family. She’s not like me in many ways. She settled down right out of college, marrying a man, Tom, she met as a freshman. Pam’s got two kids, my niece and nephew, a perfect little home, a picket fence, and a dog named Rover. She’s got the storybook tale with a perfect marriage and a happily ever after.

  It was so perfect, in fact, that sitting there in the warm Florida sunshine playing with my nephew, I could almost imagine myself settling down soon. How soon? Obviously not that soon. I was still stoked to have a full schedule and to get back on the road asap. But I could definitely tell the temporary lifestyle was getting a little tiresome.

  “Hello? Dr. Rivington? You look dazed,” the nurse said, snapping her fingers before my eyes.

  I shook my head. “Oh yeah, sorry. Mind went somewhere else.”

  She raised an eyebrow and laughed, tapping the file in front of me. “Your next patient. Twenty. Her name is Abby McAllister. Non-smoker, doesn’t drink, no history of drugs.”

  Sounds boring as hell.

  “Right,” I said out loud. “Great. I have a break after that right?”

  The nurse looked down at the schedule and nodded. “Yep, and actually your last appointment canceled, so you’re done for the day.”

  I gave her a thumbs up and slid the file open as I walked toward the room at the other end of the hallway. I looked over the patient’s vitals, noting that she seemed pretty healthy. Blood pressure normal. Pulse normal. Weight a little high, but still fine. No alcohol, no cigarettes, and no drugs.

  She sounded like a complete bore, which in my profession is usually a positive thing. I’ve seen too many problems resulting from addiction and various psychoses.

  Most likely, this appointment was going to be a general exam with a discussion about anorexia, birth control, STD testing, or one of the many other plights that troubled young girls. At least she was twenty and I didn’t have to deal with an overprotective mother hovering over my shoulder while I swabbed her cervix.

  Like I always did, I leaned my shoulder against the door, tapped twice with my knuckle and walked in while still looking down at the file. When the door clicked shut behind me, I strode over to where the gloves were, still not looking up.

  “Hi Abby, I’m Dr. Rivington, here filling in for Dr. McNamara.”

  I glanced over at the patient, rushing through the introductions a bit. But then I did a double take. The girl sitting there on the table was gorgeous, with an angelic face with big brown eyes that her long black eyelashes batted down over. Her long brown curly hair cascaded over her shoulders and…holy shit, that body.

  Even through that hideous pink paper gown I could see her lush ripeness. There was nothing anorexic about Abby McAllister, and her curves seemed to go on for days. My attraction to her was immediate. It was so immediate, in fact, that I had to turn away as I pulled on my gloves to hide my growing erection.

  Clearing my throat, I continued talking in a professional tone. “What brings you in today? How can I help you?”

  As I turned around, she looked up at me with wide innocent eyes, entrancing me to the point where I had to put one hand on the counter. She nodded as she shook her head shyly.

  “Well, it’s my first time at the gynecologist’s office.”

  Her voice was so low it was almost a whisper. I grabbed a stool and scooted over next to her, laying the back of the table down.

  “That’s alright, Abby. It’s my first time too.”

  She looked at me wildly for a moment and then giggled. That laugh was intoxicating.

  “What? How can this be your first time, Dr. Rivington? You didn’t just graduate from med school, did you?” I kept a professional manner, but I could feel the blue in my eyes blazing as I stared deeply at her.

  “It’s my first time with you,” I clarified. “And there’s no reason to be nervous. You can call me Ryder, if you like. Are you here for a regular check-up?”

  She nodded shyly. I pressed forward.

  “Is there anything else I should know before we start?”

  She was lying down at this point, her hands on her stomach, her head turned toward me. She shook her head and then stopped, her brow furrowing slightly. “Actually, yes. I’m a virgin. So please be gentle, okay doctor?”

  I almost choked on my own tongue in that moment. Beautiful, shy, sexy as hell, and a virgin to boot. And god, that voice asking me to be gentle. I don’t think I’d ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted that girl right then and there.

  Reaching up, I put my hand on her shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting manner.

  “No reason to rush into it. Why don’t you tell me about yourself as we begin?”

  Her eyes shifted down and then back up to mine. “Okay. I work at a call center, and I’m saving up to go to a local community college. I graduated from high school last year.”

  I nodded. “And what do you do in your free time?”

  She smiled nervously. “Pretty much read. I love to read, everything I can get my hands on. I probably could have paid for college twice over if I didn’t buy so many books.”

  I laughed. “I like that. That means you’re intelligent, Abby. Intelligent and beautiful, quite the mix.”

  Her eyes shifted again and I immediately realized what I had said. “I’m sorry, that kind of slipped out.”

  “Intelligent or beautiful?” she teased, breaking a bit out of her nervous shell.

  With a grin I shook my finger at her. “I like that. Sense of humor too. I appreciate it, especially since you’re not the only woman who gets nervous when it comes to her annual exam.”

  Abby’s eyes flashed slightly, and I could tell she was already attracted to me. Why not? I have an incredible bod, wavy black hair and eyes so blue that they sometimes turn black. Yet I also wanted her to relax, and to let me examine her without being too nervous. Of course, I needed to relax too. It wouldn’t really be good for me to give a breast exam if I was poking her in the side with my hard cock.

  “Women probably get nervous because you’re so handsome,” Abby said shyly, immediately looking away when she realized her gaffe.

  I don’t know what crossed my mind in that moment, but I’m not sure I even had control over my own hands. Before I realized it, my fingers were grazing her chin, turning her head back toward me. My cheekbones had a harsh flush on them, and my voice was deep and thick.

  “Don’t look away when you say something like that. It makes me think you’re just saying it to make me feel better.”

  Her eyes grew bright again and she slowly smiled. “I think you know that already.”

  A half smile pulled at my lips. “Believe it or not, I wasn’t always a confident man. I used to be shy and a loner. Pretty geeky.”

  “Oh yeah?” she asked. “And what changed it?”

  I took in a deep breath, my eyes moving down her body and back up to her face again. “Becoming a doctor and starting a wellness program where I took care of myself. But more on that later bec
ause it’s time we get your exam started. How about we begin with the breast exam? Do you check yourself on a regular basis?”

  She licked her lips and nodded, turning her head back to stare up as I moved my fingers from her chin. I stood up, nonchalantly edging my cock to the side and pushed my sleeves up, gently pulling the strings on the front of her gown. As they came loose, I brushed the paper to the sides, staring down at her huge, firm, round tits.

  At that point, I tried to stop myself from being overzealous, but there went my hands again, immediately cupping her right breast. My eyes shifted up to her and sank deeply into the chocolate brown of her gaze. Her nipples immediately went hard as my gloved hand passed over it just light enough to tell me she was aroused. Oh shit. What do I do now? This exam has already gone off the rails, and yet we just started.

  To be continued …

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  Kylie

  I’ve been waffling between whether or not coming out tonight was a good idea. It’s not like my friends gave me much of a choice. Every time I said no, I was met with the saddest pouts. Andrea, my closest buddy, was particularly convincing.

  “But Kylie, you have to come! I want to be the fairy godmother that guides you through your ho phase!”

  I giggled a little before relenting. I’m not sure I’m even built for a “ho phase,” so to speak, but I couldn’t look into her faux sad eyes and say no.

  So now I’m here, hanging out in a club, and the music is insanely loud. There are bodies mooshing together in almost every corner. Usually, I’d be totally uncomfortable at a place like this, but I do have a slight buzz that’s taking the edge off. And it’s kind of fun being out with all my friends. Typically, I refuse their invitations to go clubbing because it’s not my scene at all, but after a long week, this is a nice change of pace.

  Plus, I am having a good time. Usually, my weekends would just be me curled up on my couch with a book and a hot cup of tea on a novelty coaster. Nothing too exciting, but it’s what I like to do. Plus, there’s only one chapter left for me to finish my book and I’ve been looking forward to trying out that new loose tea I bought from the specialty tea shop.

  Or maybe I’m here because I know I’m lame in real life. Novelty coasters? Loose-leaf teas? I sound like I’m an eighty-year-old cat lady who knits while rocking back and forth. Plus, I’m a junior in college and haven’t been able to shake that FOMO feeling lately. FOMO = Fear Of Missing Out. At least that’s what my friends say. According to them, my life’s passing before my very eyes, and I’ll die alone and eaten by wolves before anyone finds my body.

  The imagery did it. I’m tired of being boring. I want to be fun and cool, at least for one night. These are supposed to be some of the best days of my life, and I should be living it up. As a result, I’m ready for something completely different tonight.

  “Kylie! Kylie!” Andrea yells. She bounces over to me, two shot glasses in hand. “Here!” She pushes a glass into my hand, keeping the other for herself.

  My guess is that this is more tequila. It’s been the drink of choice tonight, and I am definitely feeling it.

  Looking down at the small glass, I debate taking another shot. I’m for sure drunk at this point but being drunker could be even more fun, I suppose. Andrea sees my hesitation, and her fingers lift up the bottom of my glass.

  “Bottoms up, sweetie!”

  Going with the flow, I down the shot. Seeing that this is the third one we’ve done tonight, there’s no longer a burn, and the tequila goes down smoother than silk.

  “Okay, now it’s time to partaaayyyy!” Andrea gets rid of our shot glasses and drags me to the middle of the dance floor where the rest of our group is swaying to the beat. My hands go up in the air, and I move my hips back and forth. I’ve reached a point where I don’t care. I just want to have fun.

  “Hey!” Kelly yells. Her voice is barely audible over the pulsating bass, but her excitement catches my ear.

  “Look at the hot guy over there!” We all crane our heads to where she’s pointing. I figure it’s just going to be some hooked-on-steroids frat boy with a too-tight t-shirt already stained with sweat, but the man who catches my eye is completely different. Holy cow. My jaw drops and I literally feel the air exit my lungs because he has to be the sexiest man in the world. Maybe in the universe, if there is any intelligent life in places other than Earth. Even with how dim it is, his chiseled features and huge, dominant build are obvious, filling out his fancy suit like a male model.

  I mean he is H-O-T.

  “Oh my god, Kylie. Go talk to him!” Andrea’s already pushing me in his direction. She’s been trying to find me a hook up all night, and I’ve skillfully dodged all her recommendations. But this guy, he’s in a league of his own. So much so, in fact, that I don’t belong in his orbit.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I mumble, looking at the floor while shuffling my feet. Approaching men has never been something I do because so many things can go wrong. None of us even know the guy. What if he thinks I’m desperate or gross or something else wholly embarrassing?

  “Come on, girl! Let your freak flag fly!” my friend squeals. I guess it could be a bit of fun. After all, I came out tonight for a reason - it’s supposed to be the dawn of a bolder, cooler Kylie Mitchell. Andrea’s right, I can afford to get a little freaky. Being someone totally different from who I am has been fun so far, so why not take it to its next logical step?

  I grab the closest shot glass, down whatever’s in it, and give my outfit a few last-minute adjustments. It’s a tight skirt and skanky top borrowed from my roommate.

  Here we go.

  I weave through the crowd, getting closer to the VIP area. We had a minimal view of him from our little corner of the club, but something about him seemed intoxicating, even from afar. And like I said H-O-T. Maybe the alcohol is a contributing factor, but I am raring to go.

  If his good looks are the result of beer goggles, then that’s something I can live with. But I doubt alcohol could make someone look this fantastic. His hair is jet black, swept off a high, aristocratic forehead. He has a strong jaw, and sharp cheekbones with cruel lips. They’re turned up a bit at the moment, as if this crowd isn’t his usual scene.

  After getting to the VIP area, I realize there’s no plan for me to get past the little barricade. Should I just push it aside? No one’s really guarding it. What’s the worst that could happen?

  “Excuse me?” I say hesitantly, looking around with my hand on the velvet rope. “Um, can I move this?”

  Of course, no one even notices me. Bodies twist and turn, colors swirling on the dance floor. I look around, my cheeks flushing. Should I just unhook the little gold clasp, and let myself in?

  Suddenly, a voice interrupts.

  “Can I help you?”

  I look up to find Mr. Sexy standing right in front of me. He is stupid hot up close. Almost too hot for words. Dark hair, blue eyes, solid body, everything just perfect.

  I want to reach out and touch him.

  In fact, I want to reach out and do a lot more than touch him, but this isn’t the time. I shake out my thoughts and bring myself back to reality.

  “Hi. Um, hello. How are you?” Do I sound too drunk? I feel a little out of it, and I’m positive I sound like an idiot. That last tequila shot really hit different somehow.

  “I’m fine,” he says, sounding quite amused. At least that’s better than upset. It means I might have a chance, a chance to maybe get in those pants.

  Ugh, that was a corny thought.

  “Did you want to come in?” He cocks an eyebrow, inviting me to venture into his little secluded part of the club. I’m surprised he’s so willing to let me, a stranger, pass, but I’m never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

  “Yeah!” I say, jumping on the opportunity. With limited grace, I wrangle the velvet rope so that I’m past it, and shoot him a shaky smile. The man grins and goes back to
his seat, but I look around quickly. After all, you don’t get that many opportunities to be in the VIP section.

  From this vantage point, you can see everything going on in the club. My friends are still huddled around one another, enjoying the music. I wonder if this guy just came to people watch? He wasn’t on the dance floor earlier because it would have been hard to miss him. He must turn heads everywhere he goes.

  So, did he come here to hang out? I swing towards the handsome man, putting on my best smile. He looks amused.

  “You can sit if you want,” he says, patting the couch beside him.

  “Oh thanks,” I manage in a tolerably normal tone. Maybe I’m being too bold as I sit close to him, my curves almost rubbing up against his hard, masculine frame. We’re not alone per se, but at least we’re rather secluded.

  But I can’t help myself, so I smile again. His smirk widens.

  Sitting this close to him, I can see Mr. Mysterious is quite a bit older than me. At least in his forties, not that that’s making him any less sexy. In fact, I think I’m hotter under the collar because of it – I like a guy with some experience. God, I hope that doesn’t make me weird.

  His eyes scan my body, moving with a delicious slowness. They’re boring through me, getting down to my very essence.

  “So, do you come here often?” he rumbles.

  A chuckle escapes before I can smother it. It sounds like I’m choking on something, which is unattractive to say the least.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.” Oh no, I’m already messing up. This guy is the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life, but my flirting game is way off. Not that it was very on to begin with.

  “Yeah?”

  “It’s just that,” I start backtracking, “I’m not used to being hit on. I’m sorry,” I apologize, wrinkling my nose.