Millionaire Best Friend: A Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha L. Black

  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. “S
he’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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  1

  Bryn

  “Oh, come on!”

  I stuck my fingers under the beige twine and yanked, but it wouldn’t release. Digging my nails into one of the knots, I cursed the manicurist who told me the short, sporty look was trendy for this season. No matter how much I pulled, poked, or prodded, I couldn’t get the twine off the packaging. It was beyond me why a butcher felt the need to bind up a roast so tightly. It wasn’t like it was going to escape at this point.

  Glancing over at the clock, I saw my time was dwindling away. When I first came up with this plan, it seemed like such a good idea. Silly me, I didn’t take into account the need to wrestle the roast free before I would be able to put it in the oven. The battle had already put a significant dent in the time I had to prepare dinner. If it didn’t get it in soon, Justin would come home to a less-than-romantic assortment of takeout Chinese. Granted, at this point I was almost ready to take the knock against me in the romance department if it meant not dealing with this massive chunk of meat.

  But I was never one to give up that easily. Some people called it stubbornness. I called it… well, stubbornness. But I thought of it in a more positive way. Something closer to persistence.

  Wrenching open the junk drawer, I dug through the odds and ends of life that ended up tucked there. My search for kitchen shears came up dry. It didn’t surprise me. The scissors had a way of climbing out of the drawer and walking away from the kitchen. At least, that’s the way Justin would tell it, considering he insisted he never touched the things and couldn’t understand why they kept showing up on his desk.

  Letting out a sigh, I left the offending roast on the counter and headed for Justin’s office. Crowded into one of the two extra bedrooms in my little house, the office was where he buried himself in work. He spent hours locked away trying to get to the next level. That was how he described it. I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant. He wanted to make more money and be more successful.

  I was proud of him. We were trying to build our lives together, and he was working so hard to make it happen for us.

  The door to the office was shut, but it wasn’t locked. I stepped inside and glanced at the desk. The scissors weren’t there. Sifting through the papers piled on top, I still didn’t find them. They had to be there. I didn’t have them, and they weren’t in the kitchen or living room. I opened the first drawer but didn’t find them. The second drawer was files and papers. I was closing it when I noticed a particular file.

  I paused. Why would he have that in here?

  Taking the file out, I checked the label, just to make sure I was seeing it right. Justin didn’t have an account in that bank. But I did. The account my mother set up for me that held my entire inheritance, everything she had worked so hard to build up for me before she died.

  My stomach sank and my hands shook as I flipped the file open. I went through the papers not believing what I was seeing. Rage bubbled up inside me, and my eyes blurred. This couldn’t possibly be what I thought it was. I went back to the first page and read through them again.

  He’d stolen my entire inheritance.

  I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream and break things. I wanted to storm back in the kitchen and throw the roast out the window. But before I could do anything, the doors to the office opened and Justin walked in.

  “What are you doing in here?” he asked.

  I looked at him incredulously. “Are you seriously going to try to be angry with me right now? This is my house. Don’t forget that. I can go anywhere I please. Especially now that I know what’s been happening right under my own roof.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t act dumb,” I said. “Don’t add to how much you’ve been insulting my intelligence and disrespecting me by pretending you don’t know what’s going on. I was in the kitchen acting like an absolute idiot trying to make you a special dinner to show how much I appreciate all the hard work you’ve been doing. But the scissors were missing, yet again. So, I came in here to find them, and look what I found instead.”

  I shoved the papers into his chest, and Justin stumbled back a couple of steps before taking them in looking down at them. His eyes widened. “Bryn, let me explain.”

  “There’s nothing for you to explain,” I said. “You can’t possibly talk your way out of draining my entire inheritance and then losing it all. You stole from me. You took everything I had. I thought we were trying to build a future together.”

  “We are,” he said. “That’s why I did this.”

  “Just stop. Stop trying to defend yourself. There’s nothing you could say that could even come close to making this okay.” I let out an exasperated sigh and covered my face with my hands, shaking my head. “I can’t believe I was putting myself through all that hassle to make you dinner because I was so proud of what you were doing. I thought you were working so hard. Turns out all you were doing was stealing from me.”

  “I wasn’t stealing,” he said. “I was investing. You had all that money sitting there not doing any good for anyone. All you’ve been talking about for years is wanting more security, a bigger house, more opportunities. But you wouldn’t even touch that money. Investing it could get us there faster. It could make far more money far faster than either of us could working regular jobs.”

  “So, you stole it.”

  “I invested it. I was going to surprise you when all the profits came in,” he said.

  I let out a mirthless laugh and shook my head, putting my hands on my hips and staring at him. This couldn’t possibly be the man I’d been in love with. He couldn’t be the person I thought I might spend the rest of my life with. That man wouldn’t betray me like this. He knew how much that money mattered to me. That it was so much more than just the balance on the account.

  “You weren’t going to tell me about it at all. If you had any intention of making me a part of it, you would have included me from the beginning. You wouldn’t have gone behind my back and stolen every dollar I had, then handed it over to some incompetent investor to toss away. How could you do something like that?” I asked.

  “This was for us.”

  He opened his hands, stepping toward me with hope i
n his eyes, but I backed away from him.

  “No. Don’t even try. How could you do this?”

  He let out a breath, his hands falling and his expression shifting to something dull and unaffected. “I thought I could get away with it. Honestly, it didn’t seem like it would be that difficult to get past you. Considering I’ve been doing it for the last six months and you didn’t know, I was on the right track. You’re just so blind, Bryn. So stupid when it comes to money. If you didn’t come in here and find those papers, you never would have found out.”

  “I never would have found out? How exactly would you explain to me that all my money had disappeared?” I asked.

  “I would have figured it out,” he said.

  “Get out.”

  “What?”

  “Get out. Get out of my house,” I said.

  “You can’t be serious,” he said, rolling his eyes.

  “I am. This is my house. Get out now.”

  I pushed past him into the bedroom and started yanking his clothes down off the hangers in the closet and scooping them up from the drawers in the dresser. He stood in the doorway to the office, watching me when I stopped as I passed to the front door. I opened it and threw everything in my arms out onto the front lawn. He let out a shout to protest, but I didn’t care. Stomping back up to him, I snapped the papers from his hands and went back into the bedroom for more.

  “Bryn, stop it. You’re being ridiculous,” he said.

  “No, I’m done. I am done with all of this and with you. Get out now before I call the cops.”