The Freeman Brothers: A Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Natasha L. Black

  With a slow rock backward, lingering as the head of his cock pressed at the pants to slide through my folds, I kissed down his chest and worked my way down his body. I let my lips press against his flesh, my tongue sliding out occasionally to run through the ridges of his muscles, until I reached his waistband. I glanced up to see him, his hands now clasped behind his head and a grin across his face. He wanted to enjoy watching me pleasure him, and the idea of his eyes on me, exalting me, craving more of me, spurned more heat between my thighs.

  I slid my fingers under the waistband and pulled down gently. He lifted his hips so I could get them all the way off, and his cock sprung out. An involuntary moan rattled through my body at the sight of his glorious, thick cock, and before I even had his pants past his knees, I placed my lips at the head. My tongue swirled around it, and I watched him close his eyes and groan. I licked up the sweet, sticky fluid that had gathered at his tip and took him deeply into my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I took him as far down as I could manage, and his groans vibrated through his body and onto my tongue as I slid back up him, wetting him and stroking him in the process.

  I twisted my hand as I reached the knob and went back down again, increasing the speed to suck him with passion. Little moans escaped my lips as I bobbed up and down on him, and I could feel his legs tense and repeatedly relax under my hanging breasts. Soon, one of his hands reached down to fill with my hair and guide me in a fluid, rhythmic motion. I closed my eyes and let the moment carry on for a while as my own other hand slid between my legs. As I touched myself, I felt the hand on my hair move away and trace down my back. It slid down between my ass cheeks and to my opening. As I swirled and applied gentle pressure to my clit, Greg slid a finger inside me, and I momentarily paused, his cock filling my mouth.

  The overwhelming sensation of him inside me in both places short-circuited me for a moment, and when I began to bob again, it was vigorous and purposeful. His finger slid in and out of me, the pad rubbing along the upper wall. Tension built inside me, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer before I had a climax that would make my previous short-circuit seem controlled. I groaned loudly as I stroked him, letting him slide out of my mouth while he turned me around and pulled me up over him, settling my core over his face.

  His tongue slid through my folds, and I released my clit to let his mouth take control. He licked and pressed on my clit, and I took him into my mouth again, wanting to feel him inside me in every way I could. Suddenly, I felt like the pressure was too much, the need for release too great, and I slid down off his face to press the head of his cock at my opening. When I felt it in place, I sat down hard, and the tension inside me exploded.

  I was facing away from him, and I leaned back to put my hands on his muscular chest. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me hard down on top of him. His massive cock filled me and stretched my walls. Then they molded around him, remaking themselves for him, and I rocked as wave after wave of climax washed over me. One hand slid up my side to clench my breast, and I leaned forward. Settling my hands on his shins, I rocked again and felt control seeping back to me.

  His hands kneaded my ass, and I delighted in how much joy he took in the view. I bounced up and down on him, curling my head down to watch as well. He groaned as I rode him, and his grip helped me find a rhythm that was constant and full of explosive pleasure. I stayed there a while, enjoying the moment and the ecstasy of his cock filling me.

  Suddenly he shifted under me, and I moved with him. I stayed on my knees as he sat up on his. One hand slid up my back and filled with my hair again. A slight tug made a wave of white-hot passion scream down my spine, as he took control. I was his, and I would pleasure him however he wanted. At that moment, it meant letting him fuck me from behind, asserting his control.

  I closed my eyes and curled my head back as he slammed into me over and over, the pull of my hair enough to send that thrill through my core, but not enough to hurt. His other hand wrapped around me and a finger found my clit, swirling as he pulled me onto him. When his hand slid out of my hair, it went directly to my hip, and I knew he was close. The tension had been building again in me as well, and I knew the wave of another massive orgasm was coming.

  Pushing my hips back into him and pressing my face down into the bed, I let my voice ring out with every thrust. There was no reason to hold back anymore, and I cried out with each plunge of his cock deep inside me. I heard his voice join mine in chorus, and then a deep roar drowned mine out. He exploded in me, and I shook as the mutual orgasm overtook me. He came hard and curled over me as he emptied himself, and then we both collapsed onto the bed, spent and happy.

  Epilogue

  Maya - Six Months Later…

  I wished I could be standing beside Ashley, but she looked strong and confident. I was so proud of how she was handling herself. The courtroom was stark and unwelcoming, and the lawyer Marshall had chosen was like a bulldog, but she didn’t back down. She didn’t let them intimidate her or break her.

  She stood there, brave and unyielding as she told them what he put her through. Her prominent, round belly was a powerful addition to her testimony. I watched her throughout the trial and noticed how she occasionally rested her hand against her belly, stroking it softly as if to comfort both herself and her unborn son.

  Both of us were just about a month away from our due dates. We had gone through the entire pregnancy process together, and it had made us closer than ever before. Lindsey had even thrown us a joint baby shower just the weekend before. It was elaborate and completely over-the-top. Which, of course, meant it was absolutely perfect.

  We were already joking that her son and my daughter had no choice but to get married. We had already promised them to each other, and we would raise them to adore one another. That way we never had to worry about them dating somebody terrible. Greg was quick to point out that the fact that they would be born likely within days of each other and raised side by side meant they were more likely to be like brother and sister.

  At that moment, I was only thinking about how proud I was of Ashley and the way she had managed herself throughout this entire experience. It wouldn’t have been easy for anybody, but for a woman who was pregnant, it had to be even more of a challenge. And it was almost over.

  Apparently, in more ways than one.

  Ashley was just getting ready to speak when I felt a strange sensation and then a gush of fluid. I gasped, reaching over and grabbing onto Greg beside me. Ashley turned around to look at me.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “My water just broke,” I told her.

  “What?” Greg asked. “But you’re not due for another month.”

  “Tell your daughter that,” I said. “Because she’s on her way.”

  Ashley froze, staring at me like she didn’t know what to do. Then she suddenly started laughing and turned to the judge.

  “Your Honor, may I have a couple of moments, please?” she asked.

  The judge was very understanding and waved her along. Ashley reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She turned it on and called the EMT she had just started dating. At this point, the pain had started fast and intense. I described what I was feeling to Ashley when she asked, and she relayed the information to Brad.

  “He wants to know if you feel like you could make it to the hospital on your own,” she asked.

  I was getting ready to say that I could, but another contraction hit me, and I doubled over.

  “I’m going to go with a no on that one,” Greg said.

  Ashley told Brad what was happening and hung up. “He said they’re on their way.”

  “I’ll be fine,” I said. “Just get me out to the car and bring me to the hospital.”

  “Absolutely not,” Ashley said. “They’ll get here and be able to tend to you on the way to the hospital rather than you having to wait until you get there.”

  I glanced over at Marshall and saw both him and his lawyer looking on in
absolute horror. A few minutes later, the EMTs rushed in and helped me up onto a gurney. Marshall visibly recoiled, and Ashley leaned toward him.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t call you when our son is born,” she whispered loudly.

  Part of what she was in court to settle was having Marshall sign away his parental rights. She said that was the part she was looking forward to the most. It wasn’t vindictive or cruel. Marshall showed absolutely no interest in being there for his son and was eager to get rid of the responsibility. Ashley was just looking forward to being able to move on with her life without any ties to him.

  She had finally gotten her spine back and I was so proud of her.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Marshall’s face as Brad leaned over me on the gurney to kiss Ashley, and then they carried me off.

  But the laughter didn’t last long. Another wave of hard, intense contractions hit me by the time we got into the ambulance.

  “We’re not ready,” Greg said. “The baby wasn’t supposed to come for another month.”

  “I don’t think we get a choice in this matter,” I said. “She’s decided today is her birthday, and there’s nothing we can do about that. I’m sure the girls will help us get the nursery ready. We already have everything we need.”

  He nodded and took my hand, seeming to feel slightly more at ease.

  The delivery was rough. It was happening too fast for me to even consider an epidural, and I felt totally out of control of my own body. At the same time, it was the most incredible experience of my life. And when it was over and I sat propped up in bed cradling her as she nursed, there was no question it was all worth it.

  My daughter was less than two hours old when the room was invaded by a swarm of loud, excited people. All of the Freeman boys, their women and children, Colby, Greg’s mom, Minnie and Gus, and even Ashley stuffed themselves into every space available to be there for her first visit.

  It was wonderful watching each of them take their turn holding her and nuzzling her nose. Some of them tucked their faces down and whispered something to her. I wondered what they were saying, but I didn’t ask. Those were her first secrets. They were hers to keep.

  Greg sat on the edge of my bed, rubbing the back of my neck.

  “I love you, you know?” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

  “Well, that’s good,” I said. “Otherwise, all this would be really awkward.”

  We laughed, and I kissed him again before accepting Amelia back from Minnie. The older woman smiled at me and stroked my face softly. I might not have any blood relatives anymore, but this room was full of my family.

  The End

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  Tom

  I scanned the table of investors and cleared my throat. This was going to be a breeze.

  Or at least it should be.

  “Hello, everyone,” I said, nodding at the eleven people spread out along the oval table in the presentation room.

  I’d had this room built for just this purpose, allowing me to comfortably host the investors all while showing off what they were putting their money into without seeming braggy. The tall windows had a terrific view of the bay, and the chairs were high-back leather and extraordinarily comfortable. It was a room designed to say, “you spent your money wisely, so keep giving us more.” It looked like it was working for them, except for one older man in the corner. I made sure to make eye contact with him as much as possible.

  “I’m glad to see we were all able to make it in person, and I’m happy with the attendance,” I said.

  “It just a mid-quarter meeting. It better be worth my time,” came the rough, cranky voice of the investor in the corner. His name was Robert C. Fuller, and he was clearly unimpressed. Not that I was at all shocked by that because being unimpressed was essentially his perpetual state of being.

  “Oh, I assure you, Mr. Fuller, it will be,” I said.

  There was a time when I would have liked to think exorbitantly wealthy people building the foundation of powerful companies had at least a modicum of self-control and decorum, but no, that was not the case.

  Mr. Fuller was the lesson I had to learn and apparently had to keep on learning. I kept reminding myself my mother would want me to be nice. She always taught me that the smartest and strongest man in the room was usually the quietest. While I wasn’t entirely sure I bought that as a blanket principle, sometimes it helped keep my mouth shut.

  In all honesty, it was probably just that thinking about my mother was what kept me from lashing out and telling Mr. Fuller I didn’t need him or his money. Working as hard as I did was for me and my own success, but there was much more than that. The bar I’d bought for my brothers to run in our hometown of Astoria, Oregon, was to make sure they could take care of our parents.

  Six months ago, we’d lost our father to cancer, but our mother was still fighting against her own disease and now against her grief as well. The stronger my business position here, the more I could provide for them and the better the life she could have. It was worth an obnoxious investor every now and then.

  “Well, get on with it, Tom,” he said.

  I snapped out of my thoughts and bristled. Some of the other investors called me by my first name as well, but I considered those people my friends. When it came from Fuller, it made my teeth grind against each other, but I didn’t show it. I gave a professional smile and turned my shoulder toward him to start the presentation.

  “Without further delay,” I said, tapping a button on my phone. The wall behind me faded and then brightened, going from what looked like a nondescript light grey wall to a screen I could control. “As you can see, our projections were for a mild increase in spending on research and development, that would be matched and surpassed by projections for sales and licensing.”

  In the corner, Mr. Fuller crossed his arms over his chest and made a grunting noise. I glanced his way but pressed on. I brought up the next slide.

  There was an audible gasp in the room, and I grinned. Several of the investors’ eyes had lit up, and I could see a few of them punching messages into their phones. Mr. Fuller in the corner seemed to not change his expression too much, but I was used to reading his poker face. Inside, he was at least mildly impressed. For now.

  I continued on, giving them the lay of the land with our current deals and partnerships and where our expenses would put us. The numbers were nothing short of fantastic, and I could see where a few of the investors were itching to possibly talk about expansion. I knew it was coming, and I felt like I needed to temper it a little. There was a lot of profit to be made before we started spending hard on growing bigger.

  When the meeting finished, the investors gathered around me to shake hands and try to schedule times to have one-on-one meetings over the next day or so. Many of them lived in the area, but a few had flown in just for the meeting and would be flying out again the next day. Amanda, my secretary, diligently took notes and scheduled appointments, and I made my way to Mr. Fuller.

  “Not bad,” he said before I even reached him.

  “I’d say it’s a little better than not bad,” I countered.

  “Still half the quarter left,” he grumbled. It sounded almost like a threat, like there was a part of him that wanted to see me fail.

  It wouldn’t be that far out of the realm of possibility for that to be exactly what he was thinking. It wasn’t uncommon for older investors not to respond well to younger men coming in and finding faster success than they did. I still had a good distance to go to get to the level of some of these men, but the millions lining my bank account came faster than was expected, and I only saw myself going up.

  “Have a nice day,” I offered.

  With that, he turned and walked away, and I stood speechless in pl
ace. Amanda came up behind me and tapped my shoulder. I turned to face her. She met me nearly at eye level in the heels that she somehow managed to work in all day, and I smiled. Amanda returned the smile and then hurriedly looked down at her tablet.

  “So, I had to schedule Mr. and Mrs. Keaton for later this afternoon as they are due for a flight to Beijing tomorrow morning,” she said.

  “Oof,” I said, and she nodded. “That’s a long ride.”

  “It is. Other than that, you are free for the next few hours,” she said, crossing something off her screen.

  “Are you hungry?” I asked, walking back across the room to wave my hand over the sensor for the lights. As I did, the lights in the room shifted from a presentation brightness to a calmer, more energy-friendly dimness.

  “I could go for lunch. I only had a bagel this morning,” Amanda replied.

  “Then off to lunch. My treat. Come on, I have a standing reservation at June,” I said.

  We stepped into the restaurant and took our seats near the back. June was my favorite restaurant on the strip where our office building was located, and as such, I visited a lot. I had even developed their app on the side, just to keep myself busy one week. I refused payment in lieu of always having the same table available to me as long as I gave them fifteen minutes’ notice. Knowing them, I could give them none, and they would toss customers out on their ear if they needed to in order to seat me.