Dirty Daddy: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Working like crazy, the stadium workers set up a stage in the center of the field, and a parade starts as the Nailers line up on the stage, eager to get their hands in the big prize. Two scantily clad women bring the trophy onto the stage, and they head straight to Danny.

  I can almost see the excitement in his eyes as he curls his fingers around the trophy’s handles. He raises the trophy into the air and the crowd roars once more, chants of Danny! Danny! echoing through the stadium.

  Someone shoves a mic into Danny’s hands, and the chants die a little as everyone wants to hear what the Nailers’ savior has to say. Do you want to know what his first word is?

  “FIONA!” He cries out, looking straight toward me. “Get down here!” He says, and the cameras focus on, my confused face showing on the Jumbotron. “Get down here,” he repeats, and Kim pinches my arm.

  “Go,” she whispers, and Cody pushes me up to my feet. I climb down the barriers clumsily with the help of two police men, and then I start making my way toward the stage, suddenly feeling as if I’m at the center of the universe, every single pair of eyeballs in the States watching me.

  The moment I’m close enough to Danny, he laces my waist with one arm and pulls me into him. “This here,” he raises the trophy in their with one hand, “I owe to this woman.”

  The crowd claps and shouts, and it takes almost a minute for the commotion to die down.

  “But you know what?” Danny continues. “Although I wanted this trophy for a long, long time… Now that I have it, I discovered that I had already won the big prize - Fiona’s heart.”

  He passes the trophy to one of his teammates and then turns to me, looking me straight in the eyes. I look back at him, not knowing what to say - or how to say it -, and then he does something I wasn’t expecting at all.

  He goes down on his knees.

  “Will you marry me, Fiona?” He asks me, his words echoing through the stadium as someone hands me him a small velvety box. He snaps it open, and an enormous diamond ring gleams inside.

  The whole stadium has gone silent, and the only thing I can hear right now is the steady pulse of my heart. I open my mouth to speak, and I feel salty tears rolling over my lips. God, I’m crying.

  “Yes! Yes, I will!” I cry out, going down to my knees in front of me and kissing him. “I will marry you, Danny Manning…” I whisper, trying to choke down a sob. I don’t think I’ve ever been happy enough to start crying, but here it is - I’m a whimpering mess of happiness right now.

  The stadium erupts in a chant, the sound so deafening I can’t even make out what everyone’s screaming. Right now, the whole States - if not the world - is seeing Danny propose to me and slip his diamond ring into my finger. And now the whole world also knows that I’m the happiest woman on Earth.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Danny tells me, going up to his feet and picking me up from the floor. I place one arm around his neck and just hold tight onto him as he walks down the stage.

  “Where are you going? You need to be here for the celebration, Danny!” The league’s commissioner starts to say, rushing down the stage and following after us. Without even bothering to slow down, Danny’s reply is a quick one.

  “We’re going to do our own celebration,” he says, looking back over his shoulder at the commissioner.

  “I love you,” I tell him as he walks inside the stadium’s tunnel entrance.

  “I love you too,” he whispers, the long shadows inside the tunnel wrapping themselves around us.

  Happy endings - the hype is real.

  Another Note From The Author

  And now…

  An added treat. After leaving Magnus and Penny, I attached a short story of Penny and Magnus set past the epilogue. With their baby born, do they keep the spark in their marriage? Almost extended epilogue, but can be read as short story too!

  And finally a preview of a Mona Cox, Becca Vs. Biker.

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis

  159

  Magnificent Mess: Penny and Magnus

  “Magnificent, isn’t it?”

  “Well, it’s a magnificent mess, I can give you that much,” I tell Magnus with a smile, looking around the construction site. Dozens of workers rush from one side to the other, their bright yellow vests making them look like angry wasps looking for someone to sting. The roar of the heavy machinery adds to the confusion, and I have to focus so that I can Magnus’ reply.

  “Give it time, Penny. Soon enough the tallest tower you can imagine will be right here, in the place where we are standing right now,” he says wistfully, looking up as if he could already see the Equinox Tower rising up into the skies. I look at him, smiling - I love the way his eyes seem to flicker whenever he starts talking about this tower. Swear to God, if I didn’t know him as well as I do, I’d think he loves that damn tower more than he loves me.

  Even though there’s dust all around, and the endless chatter of the construction workers blends with the loud noise of the machinery, there’s a certain quietness to this place. Oh, you don’t agree with me? Well, try sleeping two and a half hours every night for God knows how long and then you’ll start agreeing with me.

  You see, Luke (Magnus was right, it was a boy I was carrying in my belly) still hasn’t learned that he should sleep during the night, not cry every half an hour demanding milk. Ah, boys, they’re always so demanding, aren’t they? So, yeah, if you were wondering about the bags under my eyes, I hope that explains it.

  Determined to give me a break, Magnus decided to ‘kidnap’ me and bring me on a date. Well, if you can call a visit to the Equinox Tower construction site a date, that is. We left Luke with a babysitter (a very expensive one), and made our way here in the stretch limo.

  Yeah, this isn’t exactly an expensive dinner or a cliché stroll through Central Park, but this is a date alright. Nothing beats seeing the man you love making his dreams come true.

  And nothing beats having some time for ourselves.

  “Do you have an office in here?” I suddenly ask him, turning to him with a sly grin on my lips.

  “An office?” He shouts over the sound of a jackhammer. “Yeah, there’s an office just around the corner,” he points at what looks like a ship container with a door and two windows, and I just grab his hand and start pulling him toward the improvised office.

  “Where are we going?” He asks me, and I stop dead on my tracks and turn to him.

  “Have you noticed,” I tell him, “that no one can hear shit around here?” He blinks once, twice, and then he finally understands what I’m telling him. There’s so much noise in this place that nobody can hear a thing. Imagine, for instance, if someone suddenly started to moan and scream at the top of her lungs… Nobody would hear it.

  Hint, hint.

  Already figured out where I’m going with this? Good, because I can’t wait to get inside that office and lock the door behind me. Magnus and I have kept our demanding sex schedule (three fucks a day, and you can tell the gym to go away - that’s my new motto), but it hasn’t been easy now that little Luke is part of our family. I’ve learned how to master the art of silence but, hell, I miss going all-out. And this is a date, right? Everyone knows what happens during a date.

  “Finally,” I whisper, pulling him inside the office and closing the door behind me, the loud noises from outside now coming at us muffled and weakened. There’s a tiny couch pushed against one of the corners, and a desk littered with stacks of documents pushed against a wall. The sunlight streams through the windows, but I solve that by pulling on the curtains and concealing us from prying eyes.

  I turn on my heels to face Magnus and place both my hands on his chest, biti
ng down on my lower lip as I look at him seductively.

  “We’re alone.”

  “Alone,” he repeats, resting his big hands on my hips. I feel a warmness taking over me, and it doesn’t take long for that warmness to turn into a very wet situation right between my thighs.

  “You told me there’s going to be a very big tower in here… Is there anything else that’s big? Or is it just the tower?” I ask him, one of my hands trailing down his chest and going over his belt until I finally flatten the palm of my hand against his crotch, the thick shape of his hard cock pulsing against my fingers.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think,” I start, curling my fingers and squeezing his cock over the fabric of his pants, “that I might have to take some measurements. Perhaps with my mouth.”

  “That sounds good… But this is my office, and that means you have to play by my rules.”

  “Rules?” My heart is drumming fast now, boiling blood surging through my veins.

  “Rules,” he nods. “And rule number one is, you have to get out of that dress right now.”

  “Oh, come on, now you’re just making stuff up,” I laugh, squeezing his cock so tightly that he groans.

  “Yes, I am,” he growls, pushing my hips until I’m pinned between the wall and his body. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I want you out of that dress… Right fucking now.” With that, he pushes the straps down my shoulders and tugs on the fabric until it falls around my ankles, leaving me only in a matching black lace thong and bra, my favorite La Perla lingerie.

  “Much better,” he whispers, pushing my hair back over my shoulder and leaning into me, his lips gently landing on my neck. I feel a shiver going up my spine as he traces the lines of my jaw with his lips, making a straight line toward my mouth.

  I close my eyes and sigh as our mouths make contact, and it doesn’t take long for me to surrender to one unbridled kiss. He pushes me down onto the couch as our mouths dance around one another, and he takes one of his hands to between my shoulder blades. Unclasping my bra, he removes it deftly and then pulls back from our kiss, grinning all the way.

  I bite on my lower lip perhaps too harshly as I feel my naked nipples coming into sight, and his grin widens at that. With his eyes locked on mine, he reaches for my breasts with boths hands and squeezes them eagerly before allowing one of his hands to make a descending line over my stomach. I part my legs by instinct, breathing hard, and he wastes no time - he flattens his hand over my wet thong, pressing hard against my pussy, and I let a loud moan fly out from between my lips.

  He presses harder and harder and, when I come to my senses, I realize that I’m moaning so loudly that my throat is already complaining from the effort. Screw it - it feels good to do it! After having to fuck for God knows how many weeks like a ninja, it feels good to moan and scream as much as I can.

  “This must go as well,” Magnus whispers, tracing the contour of my thumb with his index finger.

  “It must go,” I repeat after him, raising my ass from the couch and allowing him to pull my underwear down my legs.

  Leaning into me again, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue, then sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.

  Oh, I see where this is going, and I like it.

  “Lay down,” he commands me, and I do it as fast as I can, a wicked smile dancing on my lips.

  He follows after me, laying down on the couch right between my open legs, and then he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... And you know what? That sounds just right.

  I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control.

  With the expertise of a man that knows his way around my body better than anyone (even me), he circles my clit with his tongue before licking my folds in a downward line, all of this without laying his mouth on me.

  Oh, this feels good. Carry on, Magnus, carry on..

  I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. He’s made of muscles, each one of them brimming with power. Much shorter and thinner than him, I’m no match for his imposing body. He does what he wants, when he wants.

  Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I take my other hand and hook all of my fingers on his hair like thorns, all while I thrust my hips upward. A grin dawns on my face as I feel his lips on me - I’ve learned to get what I want, you see.

  He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue; then he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with such an intensity that I arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untamable pleasure that permeates me to run free.

  Relentless, Magnus eats me out as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the whole universe. I sway my hips up down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the cadence of my body. He keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind completely obliterated by the ferocity of his kiss.

  “Oh, God,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.

  I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, my moaning turning into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.

  It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends.

  “I… I want it…” I suddenly find myself saying as Magnus slides his fingers out of me.

  “What?” He simply asks, but judging by the mischievous flicker on his eyes I guess he already knows the answer to his own question.

  “Your cock,” I breathe out, sitting up straight on the couch. I let my body slide down the couch and, once I feel my knees touching the rough carpet floor, I lift my hands up get to work. I unbuckle his belt as fast as I can and then pull his belt out from its loop with a vicious yank; pushing his zipper down, I hold my breath for a few seconds as I gaze at the thick shape tenting his boxer briefs. I still have a hard time believing that that cock belongs to me, and only to me.

  Unable to restrain myself any longer, I grab his underwear, pushing it down his legs in one swift movement. His cock jumps out at once - it’s thick and long, and every inch of it is pulsing with ravenous desire. Which is absolutely perfect, since every hole in my body is also hungry for it.

  “Looks delicious… As always,” I grin at him, curling my fingers around the root of his shaft. He almost growls at me as I say it, his cock throbbing against my fingers.

  I start stroking him, taking one hand all the way up his length, and then making the same climb with my other hand. I go like that for a while, tugging on his member with both my hands in a flowing motion. His hips rock slightly forwards, telling me how he yearns to put his hardness inside of my mouth.

  Oh, I can do that.

  I let my hands go up to his stomach and I grab at his shirt, tugging on it sideways and making the buttons jump with a popping sound and scatter on the floor. He takes it out as I hurry down to his pants and boxer briefs and push them completely down his legs. Before he can step out of them, I go back to my feet once more, and
then just go for it - I position myself on top of him, straddling him as he takes his shoes off and throws them away; he kicks off his pants too, and I take a whole second to marvel at the perfect naked man sitting on the couch under me.

  Grinning, I place my hands on his shoulder and push on him, forcing him to lay down, and then I go to my knees right between his legs.

  I lean into him, parting my lips and taking the tip of his hard cock inside of my mouth. I feel him exhale in pleasure, and I flick my tongue against his tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements. His hands go to my head and he pushes me down with an almost anxious eagerness. I don’t even bother resisting his pressure - I want to feel that thickness of his inside my mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it. Going down his length, I push myself as hard as I can, straining to fit him all inside of my mouth. I pull back slowly the moment I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock.

  Wrapping my fingers around his member, I start bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue at his cock as I suck on it. His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.

  Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and go around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris. He doesn’t waste time - with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out and a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.

  I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do - something better.

  I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out; then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and jump on top of him, my back turned to his face. Realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy. I ease myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my folds and jab in and out of me quickly, one hand of his going around my waist and pressing down on my clitoris.