His Amazing Baby_A Miracle Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Fuck,” I say, slowly guiding the car over to the shoulder and braking. “Fucking fuck.”

  “Aaron, what’s going on?”

  I bring the car to a halt and park it. We’re on a flat stretch of highway in the middle of nowhere, with farms on either side of us, and not a single other human in sight.

  “We got a fucking flat,” I say, and she groans.

  I push down on the wrench and the lug nut turns ever so slightly. I loosen it up a little more before moving on to the next one.

  My jacket’s hanging in the back of the car, and Riley stands off to the side, her arms folded over her chest, the jack at her feet. Once I’m finished loosening the nuts, I nod at her, and she starts to raise the car. I put some blocks at the end of the wheels, just in case, although the road’s totally flat as it is.

  Once she gets the car up, I take over. I remove the lugs completely, pull the flat off, and push the useless wheel off to the side.

  “You’re such a manly man,” Riley comments as I grab the spare from the ground.

  “Tell me about it.” I flex a little for her. “Look at these guns. These are the guns of a true man.”

  She rolls her eyes again. “Is that donut gonna get us where we’re going?”

  “It better,” I say, frowning and kicking at it. “But we can’t go too fast on it. We’ll probably have to skip today’s meetings.”

  “Shit,” she says.

  “Don’t worry. We’re in good shape.” I grin as I heft the donut up and onto the car, slotting it in and letting it hang there. “You’ll get your money.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” She walks away, sighing and looking up at the sky. “I freaking better.”

  I glance back at her. She’s in a terrible mood, but I guess I can’t blame her. It’s hot out and we’re practically baking on this black asphalt. I get the lug nuts back onto the donut, tightening them with my fingers before slowly lowering the car back down onto the ground. Once it’s level, I use the wrench to get the lugs nice and tight, finishing up.

  All in all, it took me about a half hour to change that tire. Not too bad for someone that’s never actually done it before. I won’t admit that to Riley, but I’ve never had to change a tire in my life. Sure, I’ve watched YouTube videos, just in case, but never had to put those skills to use until now.

  Riley stands off to the side of the road, watching as I finish up. I’m sweating as I shove the old wheel and tire into the back seat of the car, dusting my hands off on my pants as I finish up.

  “That wasn’t so bad,” I say, and Riley just shrugs.

  “Easy for me,” she answers.

  I laugh a little bit and squint through the sunlight at her. She looks distract, annoyed even, as if this unexpected detour were somehow my fault.

  And suddenly something inside of me flares up. I don’t expect it and I don’t know where it comes from but I feel it hit me sudden and hard. I’ve been so good to her, trying to give her everything I can, and yeah, I know, this pregnancy thing sucks, and I know she’d rather be an engineer than a salesman, but come on. I’m trying to make her filthy fucking rich. She can design all the shit she wants when this is all over. And here I am, busting my ass to change this tire, and she doesn’t so much as fucking thank me.

  She’s so ungrateful it fucking hurts.

  “Why do you despise me so fucking much?”

  The question takes her off guard. “What?”

  “You stand there like somehow I put glass in the road just to piss you off. I’m sweating my ass off, changing this fucking tire, and you’re standing there all pissed off and shit. I don’t get you, Riley.”

  She stares at me for a second, eyes wide, before they slowly narrow. “You think I want to be here?”

  “I know you don’t. You’ve made it abundantly clear.”

  “You blackmailed me into this basically.”

  “I got you the deal of a lifetime.”

  “A deal I didn’t ask for!” She’s glaring at me now, getting just as angry as I feel. I know this is a mistake, and I’m lashing out because I’m tired and sweating and my hands hurt and our schedule’s fucked. I know this is a bad decision even as I keep pushing forward.

  “Oh, sorry, I might make you rich as fucking hell. I guess I really fucked that one up.”

  “I didn’t ask for this!” she says angrily. “I didn’t ask to get pregnant and I didn’t ask to go on this stupid trip with you.”

  I stand there breathing deep, glaring right back at her. “Why do you despise me so much, Riley?” I ask her again. “You haven’t answered my question.”

  She watches me carefully for a second. “You want to know the truth, Aaron? I think you’re arrogant.”

  I smirk a little bit. “Of course you do.”

  “I think you’re an arrogant salesman. You barely gave me the time of day when we were kids and now suddenly you’re all up in my shit. I don’t get it.”

  I laugh a little at that, shaking my head. “Is this seriously because of when we were kids?”

  “No,” she snaps at me. “But you were an ass back then.”

  “I couldn’t be nice to you!” I say, anger flaring hard again. “Your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.”

  She’s quiet for a second, watching me carefully. “What does that mean?” she asks finally.

  “You were ‘off limits,’ according to him. Whenever I was nice to you, said hey and talked to you or whatever, your psycho brother would act like I was trying to defile you. Got to the point where it was easier just to fucking ignore you.”

  She blinks, clearly surprised. I stand there watching her, remembering how I used to want to talk to her more, ask her about her day, get to know her. But Davis would act like such a fucking prick. The only times I ever really got to talk to Riley was when her brother wasn’t around, but that wasn’t all that often.

  “Is that true?” she asks finally. “I didn’t know that.”

  “He thought I was trying to fuck you,” I say, sighing. “I mean, shit. You were cute and all, I won’t deny it, but you were way too young back then.”

  “You weren’t trying to fuck me?” She arches an eyebrow at me.

  “No! I mean, shit, I don’t know. I wasn’t. You were like, what, twelve? When I was sixteen?”

  “I guess four years isn’t a huge deal anymore, huh?”

  I sigh. “No, it’s not, and you know it.”

  We stand there for a minute, alone on the side of the road in the middle of fucking nowhere. There are probably more cows in the near distance than there are people, and here we are talking about our relationship when we were fucking kids.

  “Davis kept you away from me,” she says, shaking her head. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He used to be super protective, at least before he left for college.”

  “He mellowed out,” I agree with her.

  “Huh.” She sighs and walks over to the car, leaning up against it. “You weren’t just ignoring me because I was some dorky loser?”

  “No,” I say softly, leaning up against the car beside her. “Although you were.”

  She grins and bumps up against me. We’re quiet for a second, listening to the wind through the long grass.

  “I guess I owe you an apology then,” she says.

  “It’s fine. It was a long time ago, you know? And shit, I could’ve been nicer back then, even with Davis being a dick.”

  “Probably,” she agrees, smiling.

  We lapse into silence again. I want to lean up against her, pull her close, and kiss her deep and slow. I want her to understand that although I wasn’t allowed to get close to her back then, I thought of her like a little sister. I watched out for her when I could, made sure nobody was giving her shit at school for being such a little fucking nerd. Where some kids were bullied, everyone left Riley Hollins alone, because they knew that her older brother and her older brother’s best friend would beat their ass if they fucked with her. Our protection waned once we left for college,
but by that time she was coming into her own anyway and didn’t need us anymore.

  “Come on,” she says. “We should get going.”

  “Yeah, guess so.”

  “We got some meetings to attend.” She grins at me as she walks around the car. “Gotta make me rich, right?”

  I clench my jaw and step closer to her, snagging her by the wrist before she can walk away. I pull her toward me, spinning her around. She stumbles up against me, hands up on my chest.

  “You never answered my question,” I say, my voice deeper.

  She stares up at me, biting her lips, my hands on her hips. “You really want to know?” she asks.

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s because you’re a fucking asshole.”

  “And you’re just as arrogant as I am.”

  I kiss her hard then, and she returns my kiss with as much passion as I feel.

  15

  Riley

  It was my fucking brother.

  It’s like my whole world tilts on its axis. Aaron’s lips pressed against mine make me absolutely insane, insatiable, starving for him like I’ve never experienced before. Suddenly all those emotions I suppressed back there in the woods come rushing back, but intensified.

  He didn’t ignore me because he’s an asshole, he ignored me because he was a good friend. And because my brother was an asshole. I was just a freaking little kid, I didn’t know any better, and I looked up to those guys. And yet Davis was so worried that Aaron was going to try and fuck his twelve-year-old little sister that he forced him to ignore me. That hurt back then and it still hurts now, although we were all kids so I guess it shouldn’t matter anymore.

  I’ve been holding on to the past for so long. It’s pathetic, I know. I’m not proud of myself. But now I feel like I can finally let go of that one aspect of my life, at long last. I can finally move past what it felt like to be a little girl with a crush.

  I kiss him deeper, harder, and pull him toward the car. He follows as I pull open the back-seat door. I hesitate, confronted with the wheel, which he grabs and throws out back onto the shoulder before pushing me into the car.

  He climbs in behind me, pinning me against the door on the other side. His body presses against mine as he kisses me hard and I reach down, unbuckling his belt, tugging at his pants to pull them off. His hands are all over my skin, pulling up the hem of my skirt, caressing along my inner thigh. Tugging my panties down over my ass.

  He tastes so good and my pulse races even faster as his tongue slides into my mouth, his fingers on my already soaking pussy. I know how badly I need this, it’s like all those years of resentment are finally being flushed away.

  His fingers press inside of me and I arch my back as I push my right hand down the front of his pants. I find his cock, hard as hell and barely contained in his boxer briefs. I start to stroke him through his underwear before I tug them down, getting them over his ass. He smirks, kissing my neck, as I take his cock in both hands and stroke him.

  He’s big, thick, and long. I’m actually surprised, and I’ve never felt a cock like this before. I push him back, switching positions with him, getting on top. He watches as I kiss his neck and move down to kneel on the floor. I take his cock in one hand and slowly lick up his length, making him groan.

  “Fuck, Riley,” he grunts. “I don’t think I can explain how sexy you are to me.”

  I take him into my mouth and suck him hard. He groans as I slide him into my throat, tasting his skin, gagging a bit on reflex but suppressing it. I feel his fingers in my hair as I slide back up, my hand trailing after my mouth.

  He groans again, fingers gripping my hair. “Fucking hell, Riley,” he says as I slide him into my throat again. “I didn’t remember you could suck cock like that.”

  I pull back and smack his knee, which just makes him laugh. I shake my head, smiling and take him back into my mouth, sucking him harder this time, faster, making him grunt and groan.

  “Oh, fuck.” He grips my hair and pulls me back. “No, you’re not getting away with that,” he says.

  “With what?” I ask innocently.

  “I’m not coming in your mouth. I’m coming in that tight little pussy.”

  I bite my lip as he grabs me and pulls me over on top of him. I straddle his cock and I feel him slowly tease me with it before I grab the seat on either side of his shoulders and push myself back, not able to wait any longer.

  I can feel the whole car rock as my hips push down along his thick cock. He slides inside of me and I gasp a little bit, though he smothers my moan with his lips. I feel his tongue in my mouth as his cock buries itself deep between my legs. I pause there, savoring the painful pleasure of him pushing me apart before I grab his shoulders and slide back up.

  Light streams in through the window as I ride him. A car passes at one point, driving fast, but it doesn’t matter to me. I can see fields stretching all around us but the only thing I can feel is Aaron, his body against mine, sweating and fucking me. Pleasure blooms all through me like a rope, coiling through my core, tightening me up. I love it, love it so much I want to scream as I move faster, panting with the effort of taking his big cock.

  He grabs my hips and pumps into me. I groan, biting down onto his shoulder, making him gasp. “Fuck, Riley,” he says, pushing his cock harder.

  “You afraid of a little pain?” I whisper into his ear. He grabs my hair, pulling my chin back and making me gasp. He moves forward, hugging me tight against him, still gripping my hair. “Not at all,” he whispers against my throat.

  I gasp as he fucks me like that, gripping me and holding me tight. When he’s through, he pulls back and pushes me off him, turning me around until my knees are on the seat and my ass is in the air. He has to contort his shoulders and neck but he gets behind me, gripping my hips with iron hands and pulls me against him.

  I stiffen as his cock slides deep inside of me from behind. He fucks me like that, the whole car shaking madly. He doesn’t relent, he doesn’t hesitate, he fucks me deep and rough and slaps my ass with his flat hand. I look over my shoulder at him, my eyes wide with desire.

  “Come on, asshole,” I pant through moans. “Fuck me harder.”

  He stares back with equal passion, gripping my hips and pulling me tight against him. He slaps my ass harder, making me groan as pleasure and pain mingles. I slam my hips back against him in response, taking his cock hard, and I feel his abs tighten as his core starts to rock him into me. I groan, arching my back, and he grabs my hair to straighten me out.

  He fucks me hard and rough then, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. It hurts and it feels incredible, and I can feel all my hate and anger toward him coming out in the way I move my hips. “Fuck me, asshole,” I groan. “Fuck me rough.”

  He grunts and pulls my hair hard, twisting it around his palm. “You want it fucking rough?” he whispers in my ear. “You want me to fucking punish you?”

  “No,” I say, twitching back to kiss him. I bite his lower lip, hard, and he pushes me forward. “I want to punish you,” I say.

  He smirks as I start to buck my hips back against him. I’m sweating freely now and I’m so angry and it feels so good, everything so confused inside of me, but I don’t care. I’m fucking him and he’s fucking me, and he’s filling and stretching me, as he slaps my ass nice and hard and slams his big cock inside of me. I’m going to have bruises and I’m going to be sore but it doesn’t matter to me, not right now at least.

  I can feel it building inside of me. I almost want to stop and savor the edge of sweet orgasm, but he doesn’t let me stop. He grabs my hips and pulls me tight, grinding his massive cock inside of me, thrusting and fucking me, destroying my small body. I groan and taunt him the whole time, calling him a prick, an asshole. It’s the angriest sex I’ve ever had in my life, and it feels fucking good, but it’s also confusing as hell.

  I come harder than I thought possible. The orgasm rips through me, a white-hot fire of pleasure and anger and release.
My whole body spasms and twitches, my muscles tensing and relaxing over and over as he keeps fucking me through my orgasm.

  “Fuck, girl,” he groans as I finish. “Come here.”

  He falls back onto the seat, pulling me around and toward him. I know what he wants from me, and I drop to my knees to obey him. I take his cock in my mouth as he holds onto the base. I suck his tip and he jerks his shaft, groaning my name. I taste his cum filling my mouth and I suck him gladly, some of it spilling from my lips to drops onto the floor and the seat.

  When he’s finished, I clean him up and swallow what’s left in my mouth. I collapse onto the seat next to him, curling up with my head in his lap, his cock softening slowly.

  “Glad it’s a rental,” he rumbles.

  I look up at him and smile. He smirks back, leaning down to kiss me. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. I’m grateful for that gesture, although I can already feel my confusion coming back, little black tendrils of doubt creeping into my mind.

  We stay like that for a little while before finally he sighs. “We should get dressed and get moving. Gotta get to the hotel at some point today.”

  “Yeah. Sure.” I get up and put my clothes back on. He does the same, stealing peeks at my body as I finish. He gets out, grabs the wheel again, and grunts as he shoves it into the trunk. “Shoulda done this from the start,” he grumbles as he gets back into the driver’s eat.

  I climb over the middle and join him up front. He glances at me, a little smile on his lips, but he doesn’t say anything as he pulls back out onto the road.

  We’re silent on the drive. We can’t go fast, so it takes twice as long as it normally would. I wish he’d say something, anything, but instead he’s quiet and so am I.

  Things got messy back there, but as we put in the miles, that mess only gets worse.

  16

  Aaron