Quarterback's Baby: A Secret Baby Romance

by Roxeanne Rolling

  My own anger has calmed down.

  But I’m incredibly nervous.

  Now I have to tell him that I have his son? That he got me pregnant?

  I open my mouth, but no words come out.

  “It seems like you want to tell me something,” says Shane.

  “Oh,” I finally manage to say. “No, it’s just that my mouth was a little dry there.”

  I take a sip from my coffee, hoping to convince him of my stupid lie.

  “Any idea who did the video?” says Shane.

  I shrug.

  “Not that it’s that important,” says Shane. “It’s just weird, that’s all. I mean, if it was someone I don’t know, I hardly really care. But honestly I was pretty angry when I thought it was you. You were the one, who…”

  “The one who what?” I say, noticing that he didn’t complete his sentence.

  “Nothing,” says Shane. “So what’s going on with you? Did you become a physical therapist?”

  “I’m surprised you remembered that,” I say.

  “I remember a lot about you,” says Shane, giving me a meaningful look. I don’t know exactly what it means. “So, who are you working for now? Are you doing sports stuff or general physical therapy?”

  “Neither,” I have to admit. “Things didn’t go exactly as I’d wanted. I work at a restaurant now.”

  I can’t tell him the truth. Not just yet. I can’t tell him that I couldn’t afford to go to school because of our son. He doesn’t even know we have a son.

  I’ll tell him. Just not right now. Not like this.

  “Oh,” says Shane. “That’s too bad. I thought you had a promising career ahead of you… but things don’t always work out. I’m sure you’ll figure out something for the future.”

  Great, now I seem like some loser who just couldn’t get her shit together. That’s what he thinks of me, I guess.

  But I notice that he’s eyeing me up and down. He can’t seem to take his eyes off me.

  “I guess,” I say. “Things seem to be going really well for you. I hear about you at the restaurant I work at. And I see you on TV all the time.”

  Shane shrugs. “Just doing what I love doing.”

  “You weren’t ever really much good at anything else, right?” I say sarcastically.

  Shane laughs.

  His eyes seem to light up.

  Now I remember it, that connection that we had. It was sexual, but it was so much more. It seemed to happen instantly back in college.

  And now it’s happening again.

  It’s an indescribable feeling, a spark between us that just lights me up completely.

  My whole body feels light.

  “Yup,” says Shane. “I’m just a dumb jock. I barely know how to read, except for all those books that I have stashed in my house, the ones that I never let my teammates know I read.”

  “Sure,” I say. “I bet you have a big collection of Dr. Seuss or maybe the Chronicles of Narnia.”

  “Hey, don’t knock my favorites,” says Shane, laughing. “Those are great books.”

  “If you’re a little kid.”

  “Well, I’m definitely not a little kid.”

  “No, you’re definitely not.”

  “Hey,” says Shane. “Do you want to go for a walk or something? It’s a great day outside, and it’d be nice to walk around.”

  “Sure,” I say.

  Maybe I’ll muster up the courage on the walk to tell him. Tell him that he has a son named Will. That I’ve been raising Will by myself for two years.

  I throw out my coffee cup and follow Shane out the door into the sunlight afternoon.

  I’ve got to tell him, I tell myself. If I don’t tell him now, I’ll never tell him.

  15

  Shane

  She seems a little nervous or something.

  I know she’s not the one who did that video. But I don’t know why she wanted to meet me. I guess maybe she still has feelings for me. Maybe she wanted to see if there could be something between us.

  I’m relieved to know she’s not the horrible person I briefly thought she was, when I thought she was responsible for the video.

  I’m a little terrified to learn that she’s still the wonderful, sexy woman that I knew so briefly in college.

  She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met before.

  And she’s incredibly gorgeous. Hotter than anyone I’ve ever met.

  She wears simple clothes, old faded jeans and a t-shirt. But she makes it look absolutely stunning.

  Her hair is long and hangs down, shining brightly in the sun.

  Her eyes seem to sparkle intensely when she looks at me.

  I wonder if she felt it too, that spark back there in the coffee shop? It’s still here. At least I feel it.

  We start chatting easily. I tell her about my life, and she tells me about hers. But I get the feeling that she’s leaving something out. Is there a man in the picture, some boyfriend or husband that she doesn’t want me to know about?

  That would be horrible.

  I’ve finally found her again. I can’t lose her to some schmuck.

  But there’s no ring on her finger. She’s probably not married.

  Plus, that’s something she would mention, right?

  “I don’t believe for a second that you’re reading all those books,” she says.

  “What?” I say. “I’m not allowed to read because I play pro football?”

  “It’s not that. But James Joyce? Margaret Atwood? Really?”

  “I’ve always been interested in that stuff,” I say. “I just never advertised it in college. I learned long ago that literature doesn’t mix well with football.”

  “Interesting,” she says. “So what are your favorite books?”

  “I really like the beats,” I say. “You know, Ginsberg, Burroughs, Kerouac, and of course Gregory Corso. Lately, I’ve been trying to learn Spanish so that I can read Roberto Bolaño in the original.”

  “Wow. Spanish, eh? I took a couple courses in school but never got past ‘¿Qué onda güey?’ I haven’t even heard of most of those authors… By the way, I like the short hair on you. It looks good.”

  “You think so?” I say, running my hand through my hair, which is much shorter than it was in college, when I had my crazy long blonde hair.

  “Yeah,” she says, her eyes meeting me. The sparkle in them is undeniable. I feel something between us, as if a magnet is drawing us together.

  I don’t have any idea how it happens, but the next thing I know, we’re mashing our mouths together. My lips come crashing down on hers and she kisses me back, hard and furious.

  “Let’s take this to the car,” I growl at her.

  Her hands are all over me and her arm brushes against my quickly stiffening cock.

  She nods her head at me and I lead her by the hand to my car. I open the back door and pull her inside after me.

  She giggles as she tumbles onto me.

  I pull her down towards me. I’m on my back and her breasts brush against my face and now my chest.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, giggling all the while.

  “Why not?” I growl at her.

  “Oh…” She seems to think for a moment. She’s about to say something and now she seems to change her mind. “Nothing.”

  She kisses me again. Her long hair falls all around me, creating gorgeous curtains around my head.

  My hand goes under her shirt, feeling her breasts over her bra. I feel the delicate smooth skin where her bra doesn’t cover.

  A second later, I’ve got her bra off.

  She’s rocking her hips, grinding herself against my raging hard cock.

  It feels good, the pressure’s building up, getting ready to explode right inside her.

  I remember the whole thing about the condom last time. I go fishing in my pocket for one, and fortunately I’ve got one. I’m hardly ever without one.

  She giggles as she sees it.

  S
he takes it from my hand. “I’m going to put this on you,” she says, giggling even harder.

  After a few more minutes of intensely making out, she says, “I never do things like this… not since…”

  Not since what?

  I’m curious, but I don’t ask her. I’m too concentrated on her body.

  It’s perfect. Her breasts are bigger than I remember them, and her hips and ass have grown too. Her upper body tapers to her perfect waist before exploding in the sensual delight that is her ass and hips.

  I get her shirt off, yanking it over her head.

  Her bra falls away, revealing her perfectly shaped naked breasts. Her nipples are rock hard.

  She pulls my shirt off of me, and both shirts land somewhere in the front seat.

  “No one can see us in here, right?” she says.

  I shake my head. “The windows are tinted,” I say.

  It’s a good thing I didn’t take the Jeep today. There’s no privacy in that, without any doors. My windows are tinted possibly beyond the legal limit for tint. Unless someone pushes their face right against the window, they’re not going to see anything.

  There’s hardly room for much here in the car.

  Even though the back seat is spacious, I’m a big guy, tall and broader now with my new muscles than ever before.

  But somehow she manages it. Somehow she manages to squeeze off to the side and to pull my pants down.

  My thick, long cock leaps up.

  She gasps slightly.

  “I forgot…” she says, sounding almost in awe.

  “Forgot what?” I growl at her.

  “How huge it is.”

  I chuckle.

  Her delicate hand reaches out and caresses my cock. It sends shivers of pleasure through my body.

  Finally, after all these years her hand is touching me. Finally, after all these years, we’re connected. Connected like that one night so long ago.

  I’ve longed for this. I’ve dreamed of this.

  Her hand moves up and down my thick shaft. Her grip tightens, and now she lowers her head down, further and further.

  Her hair rests against my muscular thighs, bunching up.

  Her plump lips sink down around my cock, taking the swollen head in between them.

  Ever so slowly, her mouth engulfs my cock. She keeps her mouth wide, keeping her teeth away from my shaft, a fact that I greatly appreciate.

  She’s bobbing her head up and down.

  I let out a tremendous groan of pleasure.

  It’s been so long.

  My hands sink into her hair and I pull her head closer and closer, down and down.

  I feel like I’m about to explode. I guide her head off of me.

  Sure, I can come over and over. But I want to save it. I want to save it for her, shooting my come deep inside her.

  Well, with the condom of course.

  She climbs back on top of me, completely nude, and I admire her glorious body.

  She gets her legs up towards my head and spreads them. She supports her body by holding onto one of the hand holds above the door near my head.

  Her pussy looks perfect. It’s a delicate flower, a beautiful work of nature. It’s a work of art that I’m going to devour, own, and finally penetrate.

  She tastes perfect. A strong, sultry flavor that envelops my whole being. The smell and taste wash over me, and I get lost in it.

  “Oh, God!” she cries out, as I finally hit her clitoris with my tongue.

  I keep licking, varying my strokes. I pull away from her clit for a moment to concentrate on the rest of her, using broad strokes to savor her.

  I’m enjoying this almost as much as she is. My cock is getting harder and harder by the moment.

  I can’t get enough of her. I lick her like crazy, my tongue going into a frenzy. Her body starts moving around, shivering in delight. She’s crying out and her body is shaking.

  I insert a finger into her. First just the one, and then a second.

  That’s still nowhere near as girthy as my cock.

  But she’ll have to cross that bridge when it’s time.

  The orgasm explodes inside her. I can feel it and sense it approaching.

  She cries out, a guttural, perfect kind of sound, that seems to echo through the car.

  If anybody was nearby in the parking lot, they’re going to be wondering what the hell is going on in this car.

  “Time to fuck you,” I growl.

  I pull her back completely on top of me.

  She sinks down, lowering her tight pussy onto my thick cock.

  The pleasure is instantaneous, satisfying and perfect. But I want more and I want it now.

  I start thrusting up into her, not satisfied with her merely riding me. But she keeps going too, rocking back and forth intensely, furious and fast.

  She’s moaning like crazy.

  She leans down and kisses me.

  Now she arches her back, her breasts looking incredible. My eyes follow the lines of her body. She tilts her head back as I slam my cock into her.

  We fuck like crazy, the car shaking every which way.

  I’m connected to her, my cock inside of her. I feel close to her in a way that I’ve never felt with any other woman. There’s the physical link between us, quite obvious now. But there’s something else. Something more. Something ethereal and strange. Something more powerful than just my cock ramming into her.

  She cries out and arches her back more.

  She’s coming, and it’s glorious.

  I can’t take any more of it. I grunt furiously. My cock explodes and my seed spills out. My cock throbs with pleasure inside of her.

  “Wow,” she says, sounding completely exhausted.

  She lays her body down across me, her breast pressing into my chest.

  I kiss her delicately.

  “Wow,” I say, repeating back to her the words she just spoke.

  We lie like this for what feels like an eternity. We’re awash in the afterglow. I feel calm. A strange feeling takes over, something incredible… I feel whole. I feel like a part of me has been missing and I’ve just regained it.

  Is it possible that she’s the other part?

  Lia’s cell phone suddenly rings.

  She has to almost extract her body from the tiny cramped area, reaching around crazily trying to find her phone in the mess of the car, littered with shirts and the rest of our clothing.

  “Hello?” she says. “OK, I’ll be right there.”

  “What’s going on?” I say. “You’ve got to go?”

  “Yeah,” she says. “It’s my son. He’s throwing up. I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go.”

  “Your son?” I say.

  I’m shocked. I had no idea she had a kid.

  “Oh,” she says, a strange looking coming over her face. “That’s not a problem, is it?”

  “No,” I say, after a pause.

  But, in reality, I’m not so sure. I mean, is she married?

  “You’re not…”

  “Married?” she says, anticipating my question. “Nope.”

  Before I know what’s happening, she’s somehow managed to get completely dressed in the cramped car. I have no idea how women do it. When they need to get somewhere, they’re suddenly ready in a flash, make up and hair looking great.

  “See you,” she says, disappearing in another flash from the car. She opens the door and she’s out of it before I can even say goodbye. The door slams and she’s gone.

  I’m lying in the car by myself, completely naked, wondering what the hell just happened.

  OK, she has a son. That’s OK, I guess.

  But who the hell is the father? It hasn’t been that long since college, right?

  Whoever the father is, I’d like to knock him out cold for leaving a woman like that.

  Then again, if he were still in the picture, there’d be no shot at Lia.

  And I don’t want that.

  I want a shot at her. It’s not just that I wan
t it though. She’s going to be mine. I’m going to claim her.

  16

  Lia

  I can’t believe what just happened. I was not expecting the meeting to end up like that.

  I feel something incredible in my body. It’s like… Well, I really have no idea how to explain it, or even attempt to describe it. It’s like the energy of a huge smile rushing up through my solar plexus. It’s like I feel light and each step is a breeze.

  But that doesn’t last long.

  My motherly instincts have kicked into high gear.

  My foot’s pressing down on the gas pedal and I’m rolling quickly through stop signs, even though I know I shouldn’t be.

  I know that Will’s going to be OK. It’s definitely just some virus. I mean that’s what kids do, they get sick. I mean, aside from playing and learning to speak and all that.

  But Will hasn’t been sick that many times before, and I’m anxious about it. My heart’s thumping in my chest.

  I park the car sloppily and quickly and rush into the house.

  “Jane?” I say, shouting her name loudly.

  “He’s OK!” says Jane, seeing my look of intense worry. “Don’t worry, he’s going to be fine. He just threw up once. I put him to bed and he’s resting.”

  “Thanks,” I say.

  “So how’d it go?”

  “What go? Where? Huh?” I say, not sure what she’s asking me.

  “The date. Shane. Remember?”

  “Oh,” I say. “I’ll have to tell you about it later. Thanks again.”

  I leave her standing there in the kitchen and rush into Will’s bedroom.

  “Mom?” he says, waking up a little.

  “It’s OK, Will,” I say. “Mommy’s here. I’m going to take care of you.”

  “I don’t feel well,” says Will.

  Even when he’s sick he looks impossibly cute.

  Seeing him in bed makes me a lot calmer. He looks sick, but not that sick. It’s nothing life threatening, and I’m not going to be the type of mother who rushes to the emergency room because her kid is just a little sick.

  Jane pokes her head into the room from the hall. “I gave him some water,” she says.

  “Thanks,” I say, turning towards her. “I think I’d better take him to the doctor.”