Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I really didn’t want to go in the papers or on the On the Go app as someone who was prejudiced. I hoped she hadn’t taken my question that way.

  “It’s fine,” she said. “I appreciate it. It’s just that, maybe, you know, there’s no special reason or event. Maybe I just want a cake with a smiley face on it?”

  “Okay, then,” I told her. “That sounds like a perfectly good reason in and of itself to me. One smiley face cake of any color and flavor and for no or any occasion coming right up. Let me just get your address.”

  I had to admit – I was interested to know where someone who would only order a smiley face on a cake might live. And that was one piece of information she had to give to me without any kind of suspicion or debate.

  Chapter Three - Mike

  I should have been more concerned than I was. I had never been so fixated on a woman, at least not since the she-devil, but I couldn’t get my mind off of Sally. I needed to see her again.

  It was a bit of a dirty play but ordering the cake from her bakery was the best way to accomplish that goal. It wasn’t difficult to get Ava to make the call. My sweet sister still owed me for bailing her out when her company folded.

  “Seriously?” she had asked, when I’d requested that she place the order.

  “Have you ever known me to kid about pulling a good old-fashioned prank on someone?” I responded.

  “Not really. I mean, no. I mean, yes,” Ava said, tripping herself up. “I mean, geez, that’s an odd way to phrase it. Kind of like a trick question. I know that you’re very serious about your silly pranks. But usually you play them on your guy friends. So, it’s just I haven’t seen you make such romantic overtures before. Isn’t your usual pick-up line just something like ‘Hi, I’m a billionaire’?”

  “Not exactly,” I said.

  “You’re not in love with one of the dozens of girls you’ve banged?” she asked, as if daring me to spill all.

  “We haven’t banged yet. We just, you know, talked.”

  “Well, that’s a first!”

  “I know, I know,” I said.

  “It really must be love,” she said. “If you didn’t bang her and you’re playing a prank on her? I know my brother, and this is love at first sight.”

  “Stop saying that word,” I insisted.

  Finally, I got her to make the call. Now I was literally watching the clock, waiting for the estimated arrival time, looking forward to the chance to see Sally again. At five to the appointed time, I heard the knock at the door, and was glad that Ava had remembered to give Sally the passcode to the security gate out front.

  “Oh, my God, it’s you. Hi!” Sally said, seeming happy to see me.

  But then her face looked confused and I realized she probably thought I was having another woman over, and that I had ordered the cake to eat with someone else.

  “Oh, good, you’re early,” I said, playing it cool.

  After I let Sally into the apartment, she put the cake box on the dining room table.

  “Are you having a party or something?” she asked. “I was told this was for no special occasion….”

  She opened the lid of the cake box for me to inspect the contents inside.

  “Yeah, that’s about it,” I said.

  “That’s what?” she asked.

  “I asked for a smiley face because that’s how I knew I would feel if you actually ended up delivering it,” I said. “And that one matches the look on my face right now.”

  “You ordered a smiley face because of me?” she asked.

  I decided not to answer, unable to find a way to say what I was thinking without embarrassing myself.

  “Oh, I see,” she teased. “You were looking for a way to see me again.”

  “Yeah,” I admitted.

  “Good job,” she said, seeming to mean it.

  “Can’t let your good work go to waste, now can we?” I said.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Trust me?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, with only the slightest hesitation.

  “Good, come with me.”

  I picked up the cake box and led her up to the roof of the building. I owned the whole thing, so I could basically go up whenever I wanted and I had even made a place to hang out in up there. It hadn’t been hard to set up. I just hired a local firm. The Chinese lanterns hung over the table had been my idea.

  “Wow,” Sally said, when she saw it, “who is this for?”

  “You, well, us. I wasn’t sure if my ploy would work and didn’t want to make a reservation somewhere, just in case that’d jinx it. I figured this would be as nice a first date as any.”

  “You thought right!” Sally enthused, leaning in to hug me as if by instinct.

  I was so glad I had made her happy. I was happy, too, for the first time in a long time.

  I gently lay my hand on the small of her back, a bit of physical contact to which she did not object, and led her over to the table, pulling out her chair for her and putting down the cake box I had carried up beside the other food I had set out on the table just moments before she arrived – luckily she hadn’t been too early.

  I couldn’t help but glance down at her ridiculously hot ass as I did so. If she noticed, she didn’t care.

  When the course was finished, Sally putting away an impressive amount of food with what can only be described as aplomb, no matter how pretentious it might sound, I put two candles in the cake and lit them.

  “No way!” Sally exclaimed, when she saw the numbers the candles had been shaped into.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “No way you’re 35.”

  “Yet it is true. How old are you?”

  “23.”

  “Didn’t you say you and Gia were in the same class?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “Gia’s freshly 21.”

  “Yeah, I kinda got held back a couple years. Once in elementary school and once in high school. It was nothing really bad. I got sick as a kid and had to repeat fifth grade and had to get a job in high school to help my parents.”

  “Wow,” I said.

  I had never really had much struggle growing up. Outside the usual teenaged angst bullshit which really was stupid. When it came down to it, I had had everything I could possibly have wanted. I just had to ask.

  This gave me a really warped perspective of the world. The only solace I could really take was the knowledges that at least, unlike so many of my peers in my tax bracket, I was aware of it.

  I was honestly surprised by the number of trust fund babies who were convinced that they had earned everything they had. Like the fact that they were born into a family of millionaires had little to no bearing on their later success.

  I wasn’t about to go and join the Communist Party, but I was aware that everything I had been taught about how the world worked was either false or faulty and was trying to do the best I could to expand my vision of it.

  It was partly Reece’s influence. He had always been a champion for the little guy, paying his contractors well and actually doing a lot of the dirty work himself and even then, as much as not, working for the benefit of others, taking the money from his affordable housing projects and putting most of it into charities.

  Simon and I both suspected that Reece really only showed the trappings of our particular corner of society because he thought it was expected. He only wore suits when he had to and those he did own were entirely off the rack. No tailors or jewelers for him.

  I kind of respected his integrity to himself and was trying, as much as possible, to try and be like that myself. As far as I was able to.

  What happened with Jessa had been a real wake up call. As awesome as my old life was supposed to be, it hadn’t actually turned out that well for me. I was trying to rebuild my empire but mostly because it was all I knew how to do, and I couldn’t imagine working for someone else. Not after so long of working f
or myself.

  I never really played well with others anyway, which is why there were no partners or a board of directors at my old company or the one I was trying to pull from the ashes. I was in charge and it worked for me. I just had to be careful not to be taken again the way Jessa had done.

  That was why I was scared at first to get with Sally. But, if I was honest, Sally seemed to be the opposite of what Jessa had been like. So that was why I had finally convinced myself to follow my gut and get ahold of her, even if in the most unexpected of ways. No, especially in the most unexpected of ways, which was my style.

  “What did you wish for?” Sally asked, when I blew out the candles.

  “Can’t say or it won’t come true.”

  “Come on, don’t be like that,” Sally pressed.

  “You might not like it,” I warned.

  “Why wouldn’t I like it? What did you wish for?”

  “You,” I said, before kissing her on the lips.

  She kissed me back, smelling and tasting like sugar and spice, and I loved how her tongue felt in my mouth.

  “Oh,” she said, when I pulled back, restoring the use of her lips.

  “Okay?” I asked.

  By way of reply she grabbed me and kissed me again, slipping her tongue even further into my mouth this time than it had been last time.

  “Sorry,” she said, pulling away.

  “Don’t be,” I said.

  Having a good idea of her intention, I slowly stood up and went over to her, unzipping my pants as I went. Without a word, she took my hard cock by its shaft and started stroking it in a slow, even rhythm, her eyes fixed on it.

  Now we were getting down to business.

  And I was loving it.

  I put a hand on the back of her neck. Apparently taking this as a cue, Sally took my cock into her mouth as far as she could, getting it about halfway before starting to softly gag and pulling back. I was honestly impressed at far she took it in.

  She mixed hard and soft sucks, all the while swirling her sweet little tongue around my head as she did so. She made me feel fucking amazing, and it wasn’t long until I was filling her mouth with cum.

  Sally looked at me then as she swallowed down every drop without missing a beat. I had expected her to stop after I had cum. I clearly underestimated her dedication.

  Keeping her hand around my cock, she gently lifted the bulk of the shaft so she could get at my balls, still stroking me as she took one of my balls all the way into her mouth and started gently sucking, masterfully minding her teeth. Moving from one ball to the other, she kept stroking, barely getting the head of my cock into her mouth before I was so hard and ready for her yet again.

  I guided her to her feet and kissed her, which she returned, and then I continued kissing my way down her neck. I started unbuttoning her shirt, getting it off her with her help, followed quickly by her bra.

  Suddenly inspired by the image I had when I first saw her, I took a handful of the cake and carefully smeared it over her bare chest. She gasped but didn’t object and held still while I lowered my head and cleaned every speck of her beautiful chest with my mouth and tongue, paying particular attention to her nipples, also being very careful with my teeth.

  I swirled her nipple around with my tongue while lightly pinching the other one. Then I switched. Both of her nipples were so hard and pointy.

  “My turn,” she said softly, taking her own handful of the smiley face cake and smearing it with a professional level of skill on my cock.

  It would be humorous, if I weren’t so fucking turned on.

  When she was done, she licked the rest sensually from her hand and got down on her knees and licked the cake off my cock with her tongue, dropping her mouth onto my cock and sucking hard until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I liked to remain in control and in charge, but I needed to have her, right now.

  “Take off your pants,” I said.

  Without hesitation, she obeyed, taking off her shoes first and then stripping off her pants, followed quickly by her panties, leaving her naked before me. Taking her by the shoulders, I sat her back down on her chairs and gently opened her legs.

  Her pussy was so tight, pretty and pink I could hardly believe it. I took a moment to just look and appreciate its beauty.

  Taking more cake, I carefully spread it over her pussy, covering the whole thing before cleaning it all off, idling just my tongue, my hands pressing against her bare knees. Sally literately grabbed the back of my head and screamed as I licked her clean.

  When the cake was gone, I kept going until she had cum, her body convulsing with pleasure, collapsing back against the chair.

  I trailed my way up to her mouth and kissed her again, Sally welcoming me with great affection, jamming her tongue hard into my mouth. We kissed passionately as she stroked my cock and I fingered her pussy until we both came again, looking into each other’s eyes as we did so.

  Sucking her juice from my fingers after wiping my cum from her belly and licking her hand clean, I stood her up and she bent herself over the table and spread her pussy with her hands.

  Putting on the condom I had put in my jeans pocket just in case things went as well as I had hoped – and they most definitely were – I pressed my hand against the small of her back as I stroked the head of my cock against her tender little pussy lips before sliding inside her.

  “Oh God! You’re so big!” Sally said as I entered her tight little pussy.

  “You okay, baby?” I asked.

  “Yeah, just go slow, okay?”

  “Of course,” I assured her.

  Careful not to hurt her, I moved slowly in and out of Sally’s tight, wet pussy. She seemed to feel every inch of my cock as it ebbed and flowed in and out of her, Sally moving with me, moving her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts.

  She moaned loudly with each one, my cock filling her up entirely. I kept fucking her, minding how hard I went, when I felt the condom break just as I started to cum.

  “Fuck!” I exclaimed, after my involuntary grunt of pleasure.

  “What?” she asked, sounding concerned.

  “Damn condom broke!”

  How long had I had that thing in my wallet?

  I must have been going through a longer dry spell than I’d thought.

  “It okay, I’m on the Pill,” Sally said.

  Well, that was a relief.

  “And I get tested when I go in for my Pill appointments, and I don’t have anything,” she said.

  “Okay. Me neither.”

  I had gotten tested after Jessa had cheated on me. Luckily I hadn’t gotten anything.

  I pulled out and then I turned and held onto her, sitting a bit awkwardly in the chair, Sally straddling my lap. We kissed tenderly. I wasn’t usually the kissing kind, but I made an exception and it felt great.

  “Feels like my birthday,” I said.

  “Because of the cake?” she asked.

  “Partly,” I said.

  “That good, huh?” she teased.

  “Absolutely,” I confirmed.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Oh, yes.”

  “So, it wasn’t your birthday? You really did just have a random woman call up and order the smiley face cake here for no reason?”

  “Wrong,” I told her. “It was my sister, not a random woman. And it was for a very good reason – to get your hot ass over here. But even if it wasn’t, who cares? Sometimes you just feel like ordering a smiley face cake for no reason. What’s wrong with that?”

  I was back to joking around like I used to. I guessed, thanks to Sally, that I wasn’t a sad sack, depressed hermit anymore.

  “So then, what was with the birthday candles?” she asked me.

  “I happened to have them lying around. A friend brought them over for my last birthday party but we all got too drunk and forgot to use them on the cake. Fuck, we forgot to eat the cake. I know, that’s a shame.”r />
  “It is. Don’t expect another on your real birthday,” she said.

  “Another cake or another sex session?”

  “I was thinking of the cake,” she said. “But maybe not either?”

  I wasn’t sure if she had meant that I was just a fling she’d quickly forget about, or if she was just joining on my jokes about the cake. Her answer left me no closer to understanding.

  “Oh, it doesn’t matter either way really,” I said, “we likely won’t even know each other by then.”

  “Oh,” she said, flinching a bit.

  I had wanted to test her reaction about it being a fling or a serious arrangement. And I really wanted it to be a fling so I wouldn’t have to deal with any potential mess, but I knew that I really wanted more. I wanted her.

  Apparently, she felt the same. I had no idea she would get this upset by the idea of it not being long term.

  “I’ve gotta go. I’m really busy,” she said, scrambling off of me and looking for her clothes, “I hope you liked both the cake and the sex session. But, like you, I also prefer not to see dates again, so I’d better be going.”

  “Sam,” I said.

  But she was scrambling into her clothes and then quickly headed for the tiny stairwell that led back down to my place. I had to hurry and pull on my own clothes so that I could follow her and let her in. But she wasn’t talking to me, and I knew better than to try harder.

  I had blown it.

  I tried to convince myself that it was for the best. If it was just a fling and we both saw it that way, no one get hurt.

  The only problem was that I didn’t really think for a second that this was how either of us truly felt.

  Chapter Four - Sally

  It really stung. I really liked Mike and had freely had sex with him. The roof and cake were a bit exotic but still really fun and I was open to trying anything once. Twice in the case of the cake on my boobs.

  I was honestly amazed at how good it felt. It felt like a slap to know he thought of it as a fling. He was obviously some kind of player and I had missed it.