Quarterback's Secret Baby (Bad Boy Ballers)

by Imani King

  Tasha giggled when she turned around and saw me, rock-hard, coming to join her.

  "Again?" She asked playfully, diving away from me and into the clear, absurdly turquoise water. I tried to grab her ankle but it slipped out of my grasp. "You should get out of those shorts," she called back over her shoulder, "the water feels amazing."

  So I took off my shorts and threw them back onto the sand. Tasha swam under the water and popped up right in front of me, her hair slicked back from her face. And again when I tried to wrap my arms around her she darted away.

  "You're just making it worse for yourself," I warned, "teasing a man whose gone without for a month is a dangerous game."

  "Is it?" She teased, standing up so the seawater flowed in rivulets down her breasts and over the curve of her belly. My cock was throbbing by that point. I lunged towards her but she just dove into the sea again and escaped. When she re-appeared she caught my eye and slid one hand down over her body, curling her fingers between her legs.

  "Don't do that," I breathed, almost begging. "Please, Tasha...you're killing me."

  "Don't do what?" She asked innocently, pushing her finger down between her lips and closing her eyes a little as the sensation hit her.

  That was it. I lunged towards her again and pulled her into my arms, carrying her onto the beach and laying her down at the water's edge where the sand was wet and firm. Before she even had time to protest I was kissing her neck, ducking my head down to her breasts so I could flick my tongue over her hard little nipples, one after the other.

  "Kaden," she gasped, digging her fingers into my scalp as I went a little further and sucked one nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over it until she squirmed.

  "See?" I told her, kissing my way over to the other breast. "This is what happens when you torment a man. You get eaten." I kept going, trailing my lips down her belly, lower, to the little strip of closely trimmed hair just above her clit.

  "Are you," she started, pausing to inhale sharply as I got closer to where I knew she wanted me, "going to eat me, Kaden?"

  "Mm-hm," I replied, spreading her sex with my fingers and shifting my hips against the sand as my cock twitched. "I'm going to eat you alive, Tasha. There's not going to be anything left of you when I'm finished."

  I pushed the very tip of my tongue against her clit at the exact moment she was going to answer and her reply - "Good." - came out as a gasp more than a word.

  I knew Tasha's body by then, how she liked to be touched, gently at first, slowly, and then steadily harder and quicker. I swirled my tongue around her little nub over and over, refusing to intensify it until she was pushing her hips up to me, arching her back and begging me for more.

  "Please, Kaden..." she whispered as I used my shoulders to push her legs open ever wider.

  "Please what?" I replied, giving her a taste of her own medicine.

  But there was no saying no, no holding back when Tasha was laid out in front of me like that, needing only me. I sucked her clit into my mouth gently and started to move my tongue a little faster, little up-and-down flicks. Her thighs were slippery by then, wet against my face and her breathing was getting uneven. She was close.

  When I heard that series of sharp little gasps that always signaled the imminent arrival of her orgasm I pushed two fingers into her, clenching my jaw at the feeling of her muscles starting to contract around them.

  She's quiet sometimes, my beautiful girl. Not always, but we didn't often have complete privacy before the wedding and we'd both nearly mastered the art of the muffled groan. Not that time. She threw her head back and screamed as the climax shook her body and I kept up the pace, pulling her along the edge and then sending her over it.

  I waited until every last little twitch had melted away and then looked up at my wife from between her legs. She was panting, holding the back of her hand to her forehead, unable to speak. I was in a different state, given the hardness of my cock, but when I tried to move up, aching to be inside her, she rolled over.

  "No," she said, still breathless. "Not yet. Not that. Here, stand up, Kaden."

  I stood up and she was right there on her knees in front of me right away, looking up at me like my cock was the greatest thing she'd ever seen. And before I even had time to reach down and brush the dark curls off her cheek she slid her tongue underneath the head - just the head - of me until my breath came out in a heavy moan.

  I looked down and watched Tasha at work as the warm smoothness of her mouth enveloped me, drawing the cum in my balls closer and closer to the release point. Jesus, it didn't feel like it was going to be long. She knew it, too, because she put her hands on the front of my thighs and held me back when I couldn't help starting to thrust a little.

  "Slow down," she smiled, pausing for a second, "I want to get you so close you can't breathe, Kaden."

  Saying things like that didn't do anything to help Tasha's cause. She lowered her lips a little more, taking some of my shaft in and I felt my hands clenching into fists as the pleasure thrummed its way down my cock.

  "Goddamn," I breathed, my voice thick and low. "Goddammit, baby. That feels so good."

  She waited until I was starting to get there and then, just when I was about to let myself go with it, pulled away so she could kiss her way down to my balls, running her open mouth over me, licking and just barely sliding her palm over the head of my cock.

  There's nothing like the look in Tasha's eyes when she wants me, when she's getting off on pleasing me. That's what she looked like on the beach that day, her expression almost one of pain as she forced herself to take her time. When she paused befoe sliding her sweet mouth back down on me I reached down and ran my fingers over her lips.

  "Tasha..."

  "What?"

  "I need to come," I told her, meeting her dark eyes.

  "Do you?" She replied, suddenly taking me all the way in until I could feel myself in her throat. My hips jerked forward involuntarily and she just closed her eyes and took it, digging her fingertips into the muscles of my legs.

  "Oh God," I moaned as the bliss intensified. "Tasha, fuck. Fuck!"

  And then she pulled away again, at the very last moment. "Inside me," she whispered, pulling me down onto the sand and crawling on top of me. "I want you to come inside me, Kaden."

  She leaned forward and angled her hips over me, closing her eyes and making a high-pitched little moaning sound as my cock slid between her lips but not yet into her.

  "You like that?" I asked her, desperate to be buried so deep in her pussy I couldn't think anymore but also grateful for the few seconds I had to back away from the edge - I wanted to make her come again. I wanted to feel those perfect little contractions around my cock.

  "Mmm..." she sighed. "Uh-huh. Yeah."

  It drives me fucking crazy when she gets like that, animalistic and beyond herself, beyond self-consciousness. I tilted my hips upward and listened to Tasha's breath catch in her throat.

  "Kaden," she squeaked, closing her eyes and sinking the rest of the way down onto me.

  I ran my hands down her body to her ass, squeezing her flesh and pushing her down harder until all the breath was forced out of her and she was rocking her hips against me, lifting herself up and pushing herself down until I could feel I was almost at the point of no return.

  I reached up and cupped her face in my hand as her breasts bounced. "You're gonna make me come, Tasha. Is that what you want?"

  She smiled and I watched as the smile immediately dissolved into what almost looked like pain but that I knew was the opposite.

  "Yeah," she panted. "Yes, Kaden. Yes..."

  And then she sped up, leaning over me so her nipples brushed against my hungry lips and I started to feel her body tensing up.

  "Kaden, Kaden..." she moaned my name again and again until suddenly she stopped and her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy tightened around me. I jerked my hips up so hard I actually lifted her body up off the sand and held her right where she was as
I exploded, shooting cum into her with every little clench of her sex around me.

  "Fuuuck..." I groaned loudly, pinning her body against mine until we'd wrung every last drop of pleasure out of each other.

  She maneuvered herself off me gently, scrunching up her face a little when she did.

  "Are you sore?" I asked, suddenly flooded with concern that I'd been too rough.

  "No." She smiled. "Well, maybe a little. But what's a honeymoon if you don't go home with a sore coochie?"

  We lay beside each other panting, the waves lapping at our feet.

  "Coochie?" I asked, chuckling.

  "Yeah, coochie. It's what I called it when I was a little girl."

  I used up the very last ounce of strength after being drained so thoroughly to roll over and look at her. "Did you? Yeah, I guess you can't go to the doctor and talk about your 'pussy' can you?"

  She grinned. "No. And 'vagina' just sounds so...clinical."

  We lay there until the water started to lap at our thighs - the tide was coming in.

  "I'm starving," I commented, intertwining my fingers with Tasha's and leading her back up the beach to the villa. "How about you?"

  "Yeah," she replied. "Me too. I think I just burned a week's worth of calories."

  "Well, we better order something big, then, because you're going to need it."

  Chapter 36: Natasha

  We ate freshly caught lobster for dinner that night, prepared by the villa's personal chef and served on the deck overlooking the ocean. When we were finished wiping our buttery fingers and smiling at each other like the couple of lovesick fools we were, Kaden took me down to the beach so we could go for a walk.

  "How do you think Henry is doing without his mom?" He asked. "I bet he's keeping my parents on their toes."

  Henry was being cared for by my family and Kaden's parents for the duration of the honeymoon. "He's fine," I replied. "He doesn't like anything better than being spoiled. They're going to ruin him. We're going to get home and he'll want ice-cream for every meal and no bedtime."

  "And your mother - she's totally cool with the treatment thing?"

  "Yeah, she is." Kaden had offered, shortly before the wedding and after a lot of research on both of our parts, to pay for my mother to undergo treatment for her lung condition at a hospital in Texas that had developed a pioneering technique to manage it. It wasn't a cure, but it was hope for a longer future together and in better health. "I think this whole being a grandmother thing might have softened her up a little bit, you know? She's not so proud anymore, not so scared of letting other people help."

  Kaden looked down at me. "Yeah, I know someone else like that, too." It took me a couple of seconds to realize he was even talking about me. "She's very much like her mother, actually. Used to be really stubborn, always doubting."

  "Oh yeah?" I asked, playing along. "And how is she now?"

  "Much better," Kaden replied, making a show of stroking his chin like he was thinking hard. "I married her, and I blew her mind with my dick twice already today, not to mention the fact that I'd do anything she asked of me. So yeah, I think she knows I love her now."

  I laughed and dipped my two into the waves where they were gently lapping at the sand, kicking the water into the air. There was a strange, sparkling flash of light when I did it, so I did it again.

  "Hey - look at that," I said to Kaden, kicking the water again. "It's glowing. Do you see that?"

  "Phosphorescence."

  "Phospho-what?" I asked.

  "Phosphorescence," he said again. "It's little creatures or algae or something that glow when you disturb them."

  "How do you know that?!"

  He wrapped his arms around me. "Because I'm a genius, Tasha. Star quarterback, big dick, and a genius. You've done well for yourself, haven't you?"

  I giggled. "So have you, Mr. Egotist."

  We rounded a small headland on the beach so the villa and its lights were out of view and Kaden stopped suddenly.

  "What?" I asked, looking back at him.

  "Look," he told me, pointing up to the sky. "Look up there."

  I followed his finger and looked up and there it suddenly was, the scene I'd always wanted to witness: all the big, bright stars of the southern hemisphere painted across the dark night sky.

  Kaden bent down and nuzzled into my neck. "I remembered," he whispered. "I remembered when you told me you always wanted to see the night sky in the South Pacific. That's why I chose this place."

  The constellations blurred as tears stung my eyes and a wave of love washed over my heart. "Did you?" I asked. "I mean, you picked this place because of that? I don't even remember telling you about it, I just know it's just something I always wanted to see."

  "Of course I remembered," he told me, kissing my neck softly. "I remember everything you ever said to me, Tasha.

  The only sound was the soft wind in the palm trees and the little waves breaking on the beach. The breeze was warm and scented with tropical flowers. And the only man I was ever going to love had his arms around me. I finally managed to tear my eyes away from that glorious sky and look at him.

  "Are you happy?" He whispered, holding my gaze and wiping a tear off my cheek when it spilled over.

  "Yes," I said. "Yes. And I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

  Kaden took my hand again and we continued down the beach, looking up at the sky, guessing the names of the constellations and laughing, completely wrapped up in each other.

  'A Highland Summer: The Billionaire's Nanny'

  Chapter 1

  I only picked up the newspaper that would change my life because I was bored. It was sitting on the subway seat next to mine, left there by another commuter. I only read the smudged classified ad on the last page because the word 'Scotland' jumped out at me and made me think of the TV series I'd just finished watching, full as it was of wide, zooming shots of misty, heather-colored mountains and desolate lochs. Not to mention tall, square-jawed Scotsmen who spoke in sexy, barely penetrable accents and treated their women with the kind of tender regard I secretly, under my ambitious-young-student-in-the-big-city surface, longed for.

  "Nanny required immediately. 4 year old girl. Scotland, sole carer, live-in. Must have good English. Position to run until September, long-term situation unlikely but possible."

  My entire life I've tried to dampen my tendency to fantasizing but honestly, it's never really worked. It didn't work that time, either, especially after I did a Skype interview with a stern, gray-haired Scottish woman who spent a good five minutes trying to figure out how to get the webcam to work. When she told me she thought I might be a good fit for the job and promised to get back to me within a week, I spent every day until that call came with visions of castles and kilts dancing in my head. My friends were baffled.

  "Scotland? Why?" - that was my best friend Amy's response when I told her about the possible job I had lined up for the summer before our senior year at college.

  When asked, I just shrugged and smiled and said something about being twenty-two and eager for adventure. Of course, that was mostly a lie. The truth was that the last couple of years had been the hardest of my life and I was just barely holding it together. My grandmother, who raised me and was the only consistent presence in my life, had been diagnosed with a terminal illness a couple of years earlier. The following year had been occupied with two things: caring for her and trying desperately to keep up with my classes. Me and my grandmother were the only family each of us had. To this day I take comfort in knowing that I was there for her when she needed me, just as she had been there for me every single day when I was a child, packing lunches and checking homework deep into her seventies - when she should by rights have been relaxing on some tropical beach with a drink in her hand.

  I lied to my grandmother about the costs of her care. The truth would have been too cruel. There was no way I was going to let her know that all the pennies she had scrimped and saved up to leave me had
been eaten up by hospital bills. When she finally passed a feeling of being profoundly and utterly alone in the world settled over me as I walked, dazed, out of the hospital for the last time. The sense of loneliness hadn't lifted since then and it slowly became my new normal. Friends and professors counseled me to see a doctor or a therapist or to consider anti-depressants but I stubbornly rejected all the advice, telling myself that I only felt alone because I was alone and the only thing to do was to face it rather than to try and apply band-aids to open wounds.

  So when I got the call from Mrs. Clyde, the steel-haired Scottish woman, telling me I was accepted for the position of nanny, I went straight to the internet and spent the next few hours looking at images of Scotland and listening to the echo of connection between my heart and the empty, open spaces of the Highlands. It was a foolish thing to do, to seek my own salvation in a country I'd never been to and for reasons that were vague even to me but it was the one factor that got me to the airport and onto a plane and, eventually, to a train station in Inverness in the dead of a surprisingly chilly June night.

  Chapter 2

  "Jennifer Robinson?"

  I turned towards the voice but it wasn't because I recognized my own name - I didn't. Mrs. Clyde must have seen the look of confusion on my face because she repeated herself, slower this time so I could understand it.

  "Mrs. Clyde! Hello!" I tried to sound cheery even though I was falling-down tired after more than thirty-six hours of travel and newly terrified by the undeniable fact that I was in a country where I didn't know a single person - except the matronly Scotswoman standing in front of me with a smile on her face.

  "You poor wee thing, you look half-dead you do." Mrs. Clyde's expression dissolved into something like sympathy when she got close enough to get a better look at me and feel the limpness in my handshake. "We'll get you back to the house and you can have a nice sleep - the Laird and the little one won't be back until Sunday night."