One Night Stand: A Secret Baby Romance (Love Me Again Book 3)

by Ted Evans

  I could only vaguely remember what he looked like beneath those clothes, but it wasn’t hard to imagine. My mouth watered and I swallowed.

  “My place is a total mess,” I said in a breathy whisper.

  That was a total lie. I commuted every day from home to school and back because I couldn’t move into the dorms with my kid, and I couldn’t leave him alone for my parents to raise, either.

  He reached across the table to take one of my hands. I was holding tightly onto my bottle, feeling my body start to ache in intimate places as I thought of what we would be doing behind closed doors. Or just anywhere we could get some privacy. He took my hand in his and squeezed it tightly.

  “I do have to wonder why you’re still in college, though,” he murmured. “You were twenty one when I met you, so you should have graduated by now, right?”

  My breath hitched in my throat. His voice sounded genuinely confused, but his eyes were full of heat. The table was small, and he brought my hand over to his side, lifting it to press his lips to the back of my hand.

  I swallowed again and managed a reply.

  “I had a bit of a scare that time, so I…wasn’t in my right mind when I ran off to Vegas on my own. I didn’t even tell anyone.”

  He nibbled lightly on my knuckles, and I gasped. I crossed my legs and fidgeted.

  “I was feeling unwell, and my doctor thought it was cancer, but it was a misdiagnosis. So I….was being a little reckless while I was there because I thought it was my last chance. And then I met you.”

  The heat in his eyes gentled a little as he kissed my fingers, and squeezed them.

  “It’s a good thing I found you that time, then,” he said. “Should I feel flattered that you spent your time with me when you thought your days were numbered?”

  He didn’t give me the time to reply, ducking his head down to nibble on my hand some more.

  We were seated in a dark corner of the bar. There were other people around, but everyone minded their own business. I didn’t even care that we might have an audience, though. I could feel the growing heat between my legs.

  “I want to get out of here,” Jake muttered. He folded his fingers between mine and bit at the tips of my fingers, his eyes looking up to meet mine. “I’d like to say I can wait until I get you to my hotel room, but I don’t think I can.”

  I don’t think I can wait, either.

  Maybe he read the response in my expression, or I said it out loud without meaning to because he was smirking at me again.

  “How about this? Why don’t we find a quiet spot at the back of the bar, hmm? Would you let me fuck you, Klara? I really, really, want to.”

  “Promises, promises,” I gasped, squeezing his hand back.

  He grinned.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jake

  I meant it when I told Klara I couldn’t wait. All those times I wanted to see her, now that she was in front of me, all I could think about was the night we spent together and how much I wanted to have her again.

  When we walked into the bar, I’d taken a glance around the place, an old habit that I hadn't been able to kill from my wild partying days. After paying for our meal and drinks, no one so much as blinked at us as I rose with Klara’s hand in mine, and tugged her toward the back of the bar.

  There was a discreet door, half-hidden behind a corner. Some signs pointed the bathrooms were in that direction. Instead of going through that hallway, I pushed the door, and it opened. We found ourselves in an alley, and I closed the door behind us, feeling satisfied.

  We went down a little in the alley, just in case, someone came out of the bar. We’d spent more time in the bar than I thought, and it was already dark outside. Little light got into the alley, but that worked more to my advantage.

  “Are we seriously doing this?” Klara whispered.

  In response, I walked her back until she was pressed against the wall, until our fronts touching, and placed my hands on her waist.

  “Would you rather not?” I asked, curious.

  If she said she didn’t, then I’d have to catch us a taxi and take us back to the hotel room. My and Dad’s room was on the same floor, but maybe because he wanted to give me my privacy, he didn’t book adjoining rooms. If I was lucky, he wouldn’t see me taking a woman back with me to the hotel, because he might get the wrong idea. Or the right idea, depending on how you looked at it.

  I was half-hard already. Klara looked so lovely, her lips wet from the beer, her face warm, and her breathing heavy and irregular. My eyes couldn’t help dropping to her chest. She wore a dress with a modest neckline, but I had seen her like this before.

  Though I displayed confidence, I did think that Klara would stop me. Maybe she’d regain her senses and have second thoughts about doing this. I wouldn’t mind, I had the time, and now that I’d met her again, I wasn’t going to let her disappear. If she needed time, I wouldn’t mind giving it to her.

  Klara surprised me. Instead of pushing me off her and heading back inside, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tugged me down. I followed her lead and held my breath as she kissed and bit at my lips. I was frozen for only a moment before I responded in kind, a low sound rumbling in my throat as I wrapped an arm around her waist, and licked my way into her mouth.

  I was half hard already. Klara kept rubbing against me and making light moaning noises, and I growled and pressed even tighter against her, rocking my hips against hers.

  She gasped, breaking away from the kiss.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, trembling.

  I ducked my head to mouth at her neck. I bit her skin lightly, before soothing the sting with my tongue, making my way down her to her chest, only stopping when her dress’s neckline blocked her skin from me.

  “Why are you stopping?” she complained, her fingers flexing on my shoulder.

  I grinned. “You don’t want me to stop, then?”

  She was stiff in my arms, not saying anything.

  Slowly, so she could tell me not to if she wanted to, I reached behind her and undid the zip of her dress. I didn’t pull it down all the way, just enough so I could lower the top of her dress a bit. She had on a black bra underneath, and I tugged the strap off with my teeth, cupping her breasts from underneath, squeezing them a little.

  Once more, I kissed down her chest, nudging her dress out of the way with my chin. With my thumb, I hooked the top of her bra and lowered. Her nipple was hard, and with a groan, I wrapped my lips around her and sucked lightly, flicking the bud with the tip of my tongue.

  Klara gasped and clutched at me. I slid my hands down her sides, over her hips, and to her thighs. I got a good grip, then I lifted her up, parting her thighs and wrapping them around my hips. She obediently squeezed her legs around me, her arms around my shoulders. I rocked my hips against her, and she cried out, her head dropping back as her mouth fell open, an obvious look of pleasure on her face.

  With a growl, I reached between us. I fingered her through her panties, her body jolting as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I sneaked a little lower and felt my cock pulse at how wet her panties were. I didn’t want to put her down, so I moved the crotch of her panties aside. I brought my fingers up into my mouth, got them good and wet. Klara watched me with dazed eyes. My hand back between her thighs, I slid two fingers inside her, listening to her gasps as I thrust them quickly, in and out.

  She squirmed in my arms, and I grunted and pressed her harder against the wall. I ducked my head to tease her nipple.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Klara,” I growled. “You want to come, don’t you? Say yes.”

  She moaned. “Yes!”

  I pulled my fingers out of her. I licked them, before pressing them against her mouth. She didn’t hesitate to lick and suck on my fingers, and the sight of her taking in her juices just pushed me closer to the edge.

  “Fuck,” I cursed under my breath.

  I took my hands out of her mouth. One handed, with the other arm still wrapped around
her, supporting her, I undid my belt, and my fly then shoved my pants and briefs down. I was fast but careful, and my hard, heavy cock pressed against her wet sex, the head nudging against her clit and making us both shiver.

  My breathing shaky, I moved my hips until the head of my cock teased at her entrance. I slipped into her body with one smooth thrust, trying my best to hold back so I wouldn’t hurt her. Klara didn’t seem to be in pain, though, her arms and legs squeezing around me as a light whining noise escaped her throat. She squirmed, and we both gasped as the movement made my cock shift inside her.

  Taking her mouth in a fierce kiss, I moved my hips. I played with her breasts with my free hand as I muffled the noises coming out of her mouth. Any moment, someone could open the door, maybe another couple with the same idea as us. I didn’t think I was going to last long, though, and Klara didn’t seem that far off from me.

  I pulled my mouth from hers and bit down at her neck.

  “Jake,” Klara gasped, her mouth free. “Harder, please, fuck!”

  She repeatedly cursed, her voice in a quiet whisper, and I did as she wanted. Holding her tighter with my arm around her waist so she wouldn’t get hurt, I fucked her even harder, and she buried her face in my shoulder to muffle the whine that slipped out of her.

  “Dammit, Klara,” I groaned.

  The pleasure built in my body, growing until it was ready to burst. Klara let out a cry as her walls convulsed around my cock. I growled, my hips moving in jerky thrusts as I came right after her, spilling inside her.

  Our bodies rocked together through our orgasms, muffled moans and gasps spilling into the silence around us. Once the wave was over, my body felt heavy, and Klara went lax in my arms. I wrapped both my arms around her and buried my face in her neck, taking deep breaths as I calmed down.

  “So,” Klara said after a moment. “That happened.”

  I was silent for a moment before I chuckled. I broke off quickly with both of us groaning at the sensations from where we were still joined. I raised my head to meet her gaze.

  “Did you hate it?” I asked seriously.

  Her lips quirked into a tired smile. “I loved it,” she admitted in a whisper. “But maybe we should get properly dressed and get out of here, yeah?”

  Even though I knew she was right, we really should be leaving; I still leaned forward to take her mouth in a slow, soft kiss. When I broke it off, I rested my forehead against hers and met her gaze.

  “Ok,” I murmured.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Klara

  It was a minute before Jake finally let me down. I sighed as my feet touched the ground. My thighs were still trembling, so I leaned back against the wall as I righted my clothes. Jake helped, reaching behind me to zip my dress up for me. I blushed a little as I fixed the crotch of my panties.

  Out of nowhere, I burst into hysterical giggles. I slapped a hand over my mouth, but besides arching an eyebrow, Jake didn’t seem put off.

  “You’re laughing right after we had sex. Should I worry?” he asked, a corner of his mouth quirking up.

  I let out a few more giggles before I got a hold of myself, shaking my head.

  “Um, no. It’s nothing like that, just…every time I meet you, I do things that don’t seem much like me.”

  “So you don’t let random strangers take you to their hotel rooms while you’re drunk?” he asked. “Or spend a whole day with them and have sex in a limo? Then meet them two years later and fuck in the back of a bar?”

  I giggled again. “Um, no. I’ve only ever done that sort of thing around you. I’m usually a good little girl.”

  He smirked. “You’re trying to flatter me again, aren’t you? Don’t worry; it’s working. Unless you dislike that I make you act outside of your comfort zone?”

  “Not so much out of my comfort zone, but out of the usual. And you really shouldn’t be so proud, you know? My parents would think you were a bad influence.”

  He chuckled. “I’ve heard that from quite a few people. Not that many recently, though.”

  I sighed. “Let’s get out of here before someone shows up. It’ll be pretty easy to figure out what we were doing out here.”

  We double-checked to make sure nothing was out of place. Because he didn’t have anywhere else to leave it, Jake had to fix his sleeves and put on his coat. It was a little wrinkled, and I felt guilty about that because it looked really expensive, but there wasn’t anything anyone could point fingers at. Still, as Jake led the way back inside and through the bar, my face was burning as I did my best not to look at anyone.

  It wasn’t until we’d come out through the front when I felt something soaking my panties, and I remembered.

  Crap.

  Not again.

  Jake turned to me, and I thought he was about to invite me to his hotel again. I spoke up before he could.

  “Um, do you mind if we make a quick stop? I need to go to the pharmacy.”

  He tilted his head, looking at me with confused eyes.

  The burn in my cheeks hadn't gone down, and I thought it was flaring again. I walked closer so I could lower my voice, rising on the tips of my toes.

  “We didn’t use protection,” I explained.

  He was confused for another second before his eyes lit up, then he frowned.

  “You’re right. Sorry, that’s pretty careless of me, I can usually control myself better than that, but I didn’t have plans when I came down here…”

  A part of me felt happy about that. He didn’t come here to meet women, but I didn’t know where he lived, or if he was still single. Hell, thinking back, I didn’t know if he was single when I first met and slept with him.

  I didn’t have the heart to ask, I just hoped.

  There was a pharmacy not too far from the school, and we decided to walk there. It was super uncomfortable for me, but I knew I’d be even more uncomfortable. When you walk into a pharmacy with a man and ask for a pill, then take it right there, it wasn’t a hard leap to take.

  Maybe I should buy some underwear, too.

  Already, I didn’t think I’d be going home.

  We arrived at the pharmacy not long after, and I was glad to see we were the only ones. Jake walked around, and I let him as I stood at the counter and talked to the lady behind the counter. I asked with my face burning, and I didn’t miss how her gaze shot toward where Jake was, before flitting back. Her lips twitched.

  “I’ll be right back with what you need, ma’am,” she said politely, then scurried off around the back.

  I sighed and looked over at Jake. He was coming back to me, carrying a few boxes of condoms. I turned away quickly, thinking my face must be as red as a fire truck by now. Jake just chuckled beside me as he put the boxes down on the counter and reached into his pocket for his wallet.

  The lady came back with the pill and a cup of water. Her eyes flitted between Jake and me, and the box of condoms on the counter. Her lips twitched some more, and I thought I saw her checking Jake out.

  “Here you go, ma’am,” she said, handing them to me.

  I was embarrassed, but I couldn’t help a sigh of relief, too, as I took the pill and the cup. I tossed the pill into my mouth and swallowed it down with the water. Then I held the cup back and smiled. She went to return the cup.

  “Can't let it happen again,” I muttered to myself.

  “What?”

  I startled. For a moment, I’d forgotten who was beside me. My eyes wanted to widen, but I controlled my expression before I turned to look at him.

  “I’m sorry?” I asked. “Did you need something?”

  He frowned at me, confused. If he insisted, I’d just pretend I said nothing, or make something up. It might have been better just to be upfront with anything, but now that we’d come this far, I didn’t want to interrupt our night.

  A small corner of my mind felt guilty, but the majority was itching to get into a private room with a bed, with Jake, and get naked.

  The lady came back quick
ly, and I looked away from him. I was relieved she was back for a different reason this time.

  Jake didn’t say a thing as he paid for the condoms. They were packaged for us, and we left. We went back to the street, and Jake hailed a cab for us. He turned to look at me as one slowed down against the curb, and found me fidgeting.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked.

  I gave him an awkward smile. “I’m…dripping,” I said quietly.

  He smirked. “Ah.” He ducked his head to put his lips at my ear. “Don’t worry. The second we get into my hotel room, you can take everything off. You can have a shower, if you’d like, as long as you let me join you.”

  My breath hitched as I remembered the last time we ‘showered’ together.

  “Yes, please,” I breathed out.

  Jake chuckled. He opened the back door of the cab and waved for me to go inside before him. It was even more uncomfortable sitting down. I couldn’t help wondering what would happen if I had a stain on the back of my dress. It was colored dark, thankfully, but still. He got in beside me and told the driver where to take us.

  It wasn’t too far, but the name of the hotel surprised me. It was a pretty place, and not one I could afford to stay in with my current financial status.

  Then again, now that I knew who his dad was, I didn’t need to worry about whether he could afford it.

  “Oh, I almost forgot,” I muttered, pulling my purse into my lap and ruffling inside it.

  “What is it?”

  “I’m just sending a quick text; it’s nothing important.”

  Even though I hadn't outright said it, he might think I lived in an apartment close by, or in the dorms. For either one, I might have a roommate that would expect me back. Of course, there was no roommate, but I had to let at least my mom know, or she’d be worried.

  After I disappeared on them for so long that one time, I couldn’t help thinking they were worried I’d do the same thing again out of the blue. I’d told them plenty of times I wouldn’t, and they were getting better about trusting me, but it wasn’t like I had much to leave the house for before there was school, and I still went back home.