His Best Friend's Sister: A Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha L. Black

  “Nick should keep his mouth shut,” I said without thinking. “Sorry.”

  “No sorry needed,” she said. “Look, I’m sorry if I ruined your friendship.”

  “Stop right there,” I said, holding my palm out to her. “You did not ruin our friendship. If anyone did, it was him. He is the one who stomped into my house and threw a fit instead of talking to me like an adult; he’s the one who accused me of being some kind of predator. He’s the one who caused a rift between you and me.” I paused and looked deep in her eyes. “I just wish you would understand that.”

  Her eyes searched mine, and I could feel that connection begin again. It was white-hot and electric. No matter how much I had doubted that feeling in the last few weeks, there it was, right there and undeniable. I wanted to reach out and grab her, to hold her and kiss her. It was almost overwhelming. I broke the eye contact for fear of acting on that impulse. What was there, and it most certainly was there, might need a more deft hand than just me grabbing her on the back stoop of the bar and tearing each other’s clothes off in public. Not that it wouldn’t be hot.

  I took a sip of my water and tried to focus on the cold sensation going down my throat. Anything to quell the heat so I could focus. Then I stared down at my shoes for a moment, wondering what I could say next.

  “You’re right,” she said quietly. I glanced over at her and saw she too had moved her gaze away, but only slightly. She was still turned toward me, expectantly. “He asked…” She paused, as if the words were difficult to form. “He asked me if I loved you.”

  I could feel the color drain from my face.

  “What did you say?” I asked.

  Her face twisted up in emotion and traces of fear. She was clearly battling with answering the question, but not because the answer was ambiguous. She was afraid of how I would respond if she was honest. She didn’t need to be. I knew how I felt, and in that moment, I was a thousand percent sure of it. No matter what, no matter the obstacle or the conflict with Nick. I looked into her eyes, and I could see it there. Suddenly, I pulled her forward and leaned in, pressing my lips to hers.

  We stayed there for a long moment, the world around us fading away. Her lips were soft and familiar and intoxicating. It was a kiss I thought I would never experience again, and my heart leapt at it. I pulled her away and rested my forehead against hers. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and I wiped them away with my thumb.

  “I love you, too,” I said.

  She began to shake as tears poured. They were welling up in the corners of my eyes as well, but the smile was too large to let them fall. She returned the smile, and we kissed again, this time with elation and laughter bubbling up between us.

  “I love you Tyler,” she said.

  We kissed again, and I felt like the entire world lifted from my shoulders. I wanted to jump up and cry out into the night. The most beautiful, perfect woman I had ever met loved me. It was overwhelming.

  “Will you wait for my shift to be over?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said between laughing sobs.

  “When it is, will you go home with me?”

  “Yes,” she said again. I pulled her into my lap, and our lips pressed hard into one another. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I responded with my own. I held her by the back of her head and the roundness of her ass and pulled her into me. We kissed with an increasing passion, and I felt like I was moments away from pulling her clothes off right there when she broke the embrace, placing her forehead against mine again.

  “Are you closing?” she asked.

  “No,” I said. “I’m off at one.”

  “Good,” she said, grinning through the tears and smeared lipstick. “I don’t want to wait that long.”

  “Me either,” I said.

  24

  Becca

  As soon as his door closed, we were locked in an embrace, our lips peppering each other’s face and neck. His breath was heavy and hot on my skin, and it made the tiny hairs raise on my arms as he pushed me back into the wall. His strong, sure hands pulled at my T-shirt tucked into my jeans and yanked it up over my head. He tossed it away, falling somewhere in his living room. I didn’t care. I wasn’t planning on wearing clothes again for at least a few hours.

  Tyler buried his face into my chest, a growling sound rumbling from deep inside him as he licked between my breasts. His arms reached behind me, under me, and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back braced against the wall as I reached for the clip in the front and unclasped my bra. My heavy, soft breasts tumbled out, surrounding his eager face as he licked from side to side, taking my nipples into his mouth and flicking them with the tip. I moaned at the sensation of his hot wet tongue on my taut, sensitive peaks. I began grinding my hips against him as his mouth made its way randomly across my body and back up to my lips again.

  I began to pull at his shirt, pushing my thumb on the buttons until they went through the holes. I got halfway down before he gently set me on my feet again and yanked it off his body. Our lips crushed into each other again, and he began to move down my body, his fingers working on the button of my jeans. I wiggled as he pushed them down and giggled as he trailed kisses down my stomach as he pulled them off me. I had elected not to wear panties, and the growl returned from his chest when he saw my naked, wet pussy.

  With my pants off, he pulled one leg up so it draped over his shoulder and fastened his mouth onto me. I gasped as his tongue slid through my folds, finding my clit and stroking. One hand slid up my body and grasped firmly onto one of my breasts, kneading the nipple. I cried out as his other hand found my opening and he slid a thick finger inside me.

  I reveled in watching him lick me, his finger sliding in and out of me and brushing against my walls. I wrapped one hand around the wrist of the hand on my chest and lifted the matching fingers that were inside me and put them into my mouth. I sucked on them in rhythm as his fingers fucked me and his tongue brought me to the edge of climax. I closed my eyes, pushing his fingers deep in my mouth as my body began to shake and the orgasm took control out of nowhere.

  Suddenly, I threw my head back, letting his wet fingers fall back onto my breast and brush my nipple. He held his tongue on my clit, pressing it in, holding the pressure as his fingers pumped into me. I bucked on him, one hand grasping his hair as I cried out with each wave that rolled through me like electric shocks. My toes curled, and the leg that was draped over his shoulder hooked around his neck. I began to lose strength in my other leg as the wave finished rolling through me, and he began to move his lips back up my stomach. When they crushed into my mouth again, I jumped up and he caught me, pressing me back against the wall. I could feel his hand working below me, and soon the sound of his jeans falling to the floor below me sent a wave of anticipation through me.

  I braced myself, and his hands squeezed on my ass. He held me aloft as if I weighed nothing, and I melted in the control of his muscular body. His head brushed against my opening, and my eyes burned into his as he buried his cock inside me. A sound of pure pleasure came out of me as he held himself there, deep in my throbbing pussy while he pressed me against the wall. Then he began to thrust, each movement shoving his cock up, deeper into me. His head brushed against sensitive tissue on my walls, and I cried out with each plunge.

  I craved his cock, his muscular body pressed against mine, his musk in my nostrils. My lips found his again, and my tongue slid inside to taste him, I felt the pressure remove from my back, and he carried me across the house, leading me to the bedroom. His door stood open, and I let my head fall back as he buried his face in my breasts again. The room moved around me, and the dizziness of the ecstasy of climax still swirled my vision. My body was hot to the touch and sweat beaded up on my chest before he licked it away.

  Gently, he laid me down on the bed, and I scooted back to place my head on the pillows. I wanted him on top of me, to smother me with his manliness, to cover me and protect me and fuck me. I wanted to be his. Entirely. A
nd for him to be mine. Tenderly, he positioned himself between my thighs, and I glanced down to see his huge, thick, engorged cock before it pressed against me. His arms held him up over me, and I wrapped my legs loosely over his hips as he positioned himself again.

  With a mighty thrust, he was deep inside me again, and my jaw opened, but no sound came out. His body collapsed into mine, smothering me, and I licked the sweat from his shoulder as he began to pump his cock into me. His tongue slid across my ear, and the soft, deep grunts of his exertion reverberated in my hearing with each thrust. My body felt like it was on fire, alive in a way it never had been before. The soles of my feet pressed into his ass as he slammed into me with an increasing hunger. A need for release was building inside him, and I felt the tension build inside me, too.

  I closed my eyes as he held himself up again, and I pressed my fingertips into his muscular chest. My voice rose as he slammed into me, the release nearing. The wave of another earth-shattering orgasm smashed into me, and I howled with an unchained, free cry of pleasure. From above me, his voice rose to a roar, and suddenly he exploded in me. His cock emptied as he came, each stream of his essence pushed into me with another jerking thrust. My body vibrated and my legs shook uncontrollably as I came with him. Our bodies were synched, and we crossed that line together.

  As he collapsed into me, my pussy still throbbing as I milked him dry, I kissed his head, and his lips trailed along my collarbone. Eventually he rolled to his back, and I curled into him. I buried my face into his chest and listened to his heartbeat as we both calmed, exhausted and satisfied.

  We lay in the haze of our lovemaking, curled into each other’s bodies. My fingertips stroked his chest lightly up and down as he ran one hand through my hair. Occasionally he pressed his lips to my head and kissed me gently. I returned the kisses with pecks to his chest. I didn’t want to stop kissing him. It was as if I needed to make up for lost time. Not just the two weeks we had been apart recently, but the years we should have been together long before that.

  He stretched his legs, and I wrapped mine around one of them, like I was stopping him from getting up. I wasn’t going to let him get anywhere. I didn’t think I could imagine a place on Earth I would rather be, and he chuckled and kissed my head again. I snuggled even deeper into him, wiggling my hips and rubbing my body over him like I was trying to cover him in my scent. He opened his eyes again, and suddenly there was concern there. He stared deeply into mine, and I felt his body tense up. “I want you to know, if you want to keep the label off us still, I get it. We can do that. I know it’s hard for you with your family and everything that happened. I don’t want to pressure you.”

  “I’m just scared,” I said, the words bubbling up and out of me before I could even think them. “I thought I had my life planned out before, and it all went up in smoke. I’m afraid of being hurt like that again.”

  “Look at me,” he said, scooting down so our heads were level with each other. I could see the seriousness mapped across his face. “I get it. I do. But I am nothing like your ex, and I will never do that to you.”

  “I know,” I said, my voice hitching as I tried to keep the emotion from spilling over. “I know you’re nothing like him, and I love that. It scared me how strongly I felt for you. And how strongly you seemed to feel for me. Falling into that rhythm, it was so comfortable, so secure, so right. It terrified me. I swore I wouldn’t let myself do that again unless I knew for sure that I was done looking. That I had found someone who wouldn’t ever go away.” I paused, fighting the words coming up without passing through a filter first. “If I ever did.”

  Tyler pulled me into his chest and kissed the top of my head while I sobbed. It didn’t last long, but the comfort of his body holding me, kissing me, was the reason why. It quelled the terror, the sadness and the questions.

  “You shouldn’t be afraid,” he said. “I would never, ever do anything to hurt you. I am going to prove that to you, if you let me, every single day until the day I die.”

  The emotions were too great, and I pressed my lips to his, and we rolled back into the bed, our bodies melding as one.

  25

  Tyler

  Becca had been back home with me for a couple of days, and things were beginning to feel a little better. No longer was I waking up, staring at the ceiling and wondering what the hell I was supposed to do, and how the hell I was supposed to get through the day. Instead, each morning since she had come back had been met with a rousing morning quickie and then a breakfast fit for a king. She seemed to delight in wearing one of my old T-shirts and making a plate of bacon and eggs and sometimes pancakes or waffles or sausage. I had already run to the store once just to get more breakfast supplies because she seemed so happy making it, and I was surely happy eating it.

  She was in the kitchen at that moment, in another of my T-shirts, cooking up some grub, and I relaxed into the bed, a smile on my face. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any other clothes to wear. Melissa had been all too happy to push her to stay with me and had brought what clothes Becca had over there by the day after she came back. I had put away her clothes for her, and she knew where they were, but she seemed quite content to stay in my shirts or nothing at all. I wasn’t going to raise any complaints about that.

  It felt good to know her best friend supported our relationship so much. Melissa had already planned a day to come over and have dinner with us and get into the groove of being the best friend who shows up whenever. I was not used to people other than my brothers dropping by, and even then, they tended to call. Even Nick was more of a call-ahead guy, despite being my best friend for years and years. But I didn’t mind it from Melissa. It made Becca happy, and that was all that mattered.

  But knowing how approving Melissa was of the relationship only highlighted the fact that Nick didn’t. Becca had said he talked to her and was a bit more understanding, but he had yet to speak to me about it. Until we had a discussion, I had a hard time believing he really was okay, and there was a real fear that our friendship had taken a hit it might not recover from. It weighed on me, and as much as I tried not to think of it and let it get me down, I managed to on occasion as I waited on him to make the first move and contact me.

  In the meantime, I had enrolled in some online classes at the behest and with the help of Becca. She was much closer to college age than I was and was comfortable navigating the websites and finding the courses I wanted. I was excited to start the next semester, and because it was only a few classes, I was still entertaining the idea of keeping going at the bar quite a bit. I had put away a fair amount of money, but mostly, I didn’t want to let my brothers down.

  Similarly, I had helped Becca apply for a few jobs just outside of town and had encouraged her that if she wanted the unpaid internship, to take it. It was a promising job that could lead to a career and would be worth it in the end. The only downside of applying for those jobs was that she had to actually put on real clothes, a disappointment for both of us. Though it meant we got to have fun with me taking them off her when she got back home, so it seemed to work out okay.

  Becca sat with me in the bed, shoulder to shoulder as we ate and watched silly TV. It was a wonderfully slow, easy way to start the day, and we couldn’t help but steal a few kisses as we made our way through our meals. Before long, I was feeding her whole strips of bacon and “accidentally” dripping syrup down her chest, which I, as a gentleman, had to clean off her. She giggled as I licked the sweet syrup off her body and made a few detours along the way. Then I kissed her deeply and returned to my spot to finish my food.

  After breakfast, I showered and shaved before getting dressed and kissing Becca on my way out of the door. I had work that evening, and Becca was planning on hanging out at the house and taking a nice long soak. As much as I wanted to be there when she was covered in sudsy bubbles, I did enjoy knowing she was pampering herself a little and enjoying some peace and solitude in my house. She had free rein of the kitchen and anywhere els
e in the house she wanted and had not yet missed an opportunity to have some kind of dinner waiting for me when I got back. I looked forward to getting home those last couple of days more than any other since it meant a usually near-naked Becca, food, and the promise of our bodies melding together again before bed.

  The drive to work was uneventful, and I found myself humming along to the music on the way in a manner I hadn’t done in a long time. There was both peace and excitement all at the same time in me. It took a little bit to figure out, but when I did, it shook me.

  I was happy.

  For the first time in a long time, I was actually happy. I had good times before Becca, and I was still bummed about Nick and worried about how that was going to be resolved, but it didn’t dampen that happiness I was feeling about Becca. It quite literally put a pep in my step as I walked into the bar, and I found myself singing with the music in the bar lightly under my breath as I bopped around getting the place ready for evening service.

  The bar was a bit of a wreck from daytime, and I helped clean up and patch things together. One of the theme nights was coming up, and the decorations were being hung while I was busy cleaning. It was an eighties night, and I had barely remembered before I walked out of the door to grab my neon sunglasses and hair gel. I planned on doing as much of a Mohawk as my hair would allow me to when I got the chance and was chuckling at the ridiculousness of the idea when I saw Mason come out of the backroom.

  I wasn’t even aware Mason was there yet, and he made a beeline for me. I had just finished sweeping under the booths when he made his way to me. I couldn’t quite read his expression, but it didn’t seem like he was upset.

  “Hey, Tyler, can we take a seat for a minute?” he asked.