My One and Only: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Second Chance Romance

by Weston Parker

  We took our seats inside the plane and buckled up, ready to get the show on the road. I watched as she looked around in amazement at the cabin of the airplane. It literally looked nice enough to be someone’s apartment, and I considered putting it on my list of toys for the future. Once we were in the air, I poured us both a glass of whiskey, and we sat comfortably talking about our plans for the weekend. Jana was a bit irritated that I wouldn’t give her all the details, but I smiled and teased her with it.

  By the time we landed, I am pretty sure Jana was ready to punch me. We left the plane and hopped into a car that I had arranged to pick us up from the airport. Hopefully, the maid service was done by the time we got to the house since I arranged something special just for Jana. The drive wasn’t very long, and I was pleased to see no cars on the drive when we pulled up. I got out of the car and looked up at the large white house with blue shutters. From the outside, it looked just as it had growing up and I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic.

  As we walked through the doors of the house, I heard a small gasp from Jana as she stepped into a row of rose petals scattered across the floor. I set the luggage down and followed behind, smiling at her pleasant reaction. She entered into the dining area where the table was set with lit candles and a dozen red roses. Jana turned toward me smiling, covering her cheeks with her hands.

  “This is so sweet,” she said, walking forward and kissing me. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

  “I know,” I laughed. “But I wanted to really show you an amazing time. Come on, the dinner should be warming in the oven. Let’s grab it and have some food and wine.”

  We grabbed the fully prepared plates from the warming rack above the oven and walked back to the table. I smiled as Jana looked around the house, in awe by the marble floors and high ceilings. I pulled a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and popped it open, pouring us both a glass to go with our filet’s. We were both hungrier than we thought and barely talked as we devoured our meals. When we were done eating, I grabbed our plates and tossed them in the kitchen, picking out two pieces of cheesecake from the fridge. When I got back, she had switched up the wine and was pouring two glasses of white dessert wine from the fridge.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” she said sheepishly. “I thought we could use something lighter with dessert.”

  “What’s mine is yours beautiful,” I responded, setting cheesecake in front of her.

  For hours we talked and laughed, thinking back to our childhood’s and the memories we kept from vacations like the ones I used to spend in this house. I took her on a tour of the whole place, showing her each and every room from top to bottom. I made sure to keep that northern charm when I had the place decorated, and I could tell she really loved it. Afterward, we took our wine out onto the deck and enjoyed the cold air, wrapped in the fleece throws from the cupboard in the living room. The air here was so crisp, and the leaves had started to change colors.

  I pointed out all the places in the yard that I used to hide, including the one I broke my arm on as a child. She laughed loudly as I told my stories, unphased by how clumsy and ridiculous I must have sounded. Every time I started to feel like I was talking too much about myself, she would stop me and ask another question. In reality, I loved watching her listen intently to me talking about my past, showing a real interest in who I am and what I have been through. In fact, at that moment, as the breeze blew over the yard, and she stared at me with her gorgeous eyes, I knew I more than cared about this girl, I loved her.

  I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, thinking about whether I should tell her right then and there. However, my insecurities and fears started to take over, and I pushed the thought down, unsure of how she would respond. The last thing I wanted was to blurt out I love you and have the situation get awkward.

  “What’s wrong?” She could sense my thoughts had shifted, so I thought up something quickly.

  “Huh? Oh, nothing,” I lied. “Just thinking about being a kid and how much I miss it.”

  “I know, right? No responsibilities, everyone cooks for you, plan fun things, and all you have to do is get good grades in school and manage not to get arrested,” she said laughing. “If I could turn back time I would.”

  “Ha ha, my parents had a bit more restrictions on me than not getting arrested but I agree, I’d go back to being a kid in a heartbeat,” I replied, glad that she moved on from the subject.

  I looked around, realizing that night had taken over and we were out of wine. I stood up and leaned over, kissing her on the forehead. I paused momentarily as I stared deep into her eyes. I wanted to do it. I wanted to tell her right then and there but as I let my mind take over, the moment passed. I kissed her again on the head and started walking toward the door.

  “I’m going to grab some more wine,” I said. “Be right back.”

  I stood in the doorway for a moment watching her look out at the water bordering the property. The stars were twinkling above her, and the breeze was catching her hair just right. I felt a thump in the pit of my stomach and wondered if I had missed my chance.

  Chapter 14

  Jana

  I leaned against the glass door looking out at the vibrant hues of red, yellow, and orange that covered the trees. The water at the edge of the property was still, and the rising sun gave it a calm and serene feel. The morning dew had collected on everything, and though a refreshing cup of coffee on the patio sounded wonderful, I knew the wet, cold air would keep me from staying out there for too long. Jason walked up behind me and held a hot cup of Joe in front of my face. I smiled and grabbed on with both hands, letting the aromas seep up my nose and into my brain.

  Between the long day, the comfortable bed, and the relaxation of a vacation, I slept like a baby last night. However, once I was awake, I couldn’t help but replay Jason’s weird behavior the night before. It was like he disappeared from his own thoughts and came back someone different. I knew there was something plaguing his mind, but after asking last night, and getting a random response, I decided to let it go for the evening and focus on being in Martha’s Vineyard. I turned around and stared up at Jason, happy he was still standing close behind me. He was staring off into the distance with that same blank expression.

  “What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting distant since last night,” I said, trying not to sound too needy.

  “Nothing,” he said rubbing his hands up and down my arms. “I promise, it’s nothing. I’m just lost in the beauty of this place, I guess. I never really noticed it when I was a kid.”

  I smiled as he kissed me on the cheek and walked out of the room. I turned back to the view and thought about his response. Something just wasn’t sitting right with me. What if he got here and realized this was all wrong? What if I am here with a guy who changed his mind? I shook the thoughts from my head realizing I was way overthinking this. I finished my coffee and walked back to the bedroom where Jason was changing. We got ready and hopped in the car he had parked in the garage. It was a vintage BMW that had been his fathers. He told me his dad gave it to him as a college graduation present and he was too worried about keeping it in good condition to park it in the garage in the city.

  As soon as we set off toward the town, Jason’s mood lifted, and that flighty, fun loving personality came back. He drove me through the country pointing out all the houses along the way that he used to terrorize with his friends. He laughed playfully as he told the stories and I leaned in, loving every minute of it. I was really getting a chance to piece together the mystery of this man and was for the first time seeing where he came from and what made him who he was.

  After a couple of hours of driving around, we pulled into the small but touristy town just twenty minutes from his house. It was absolutely adorable and had a post card perfect feeling of Northern fall living. The stores weren’t constructed like the big skyscrapers in the city or the box shopping malls in the suburbs. There were white wooden rooves, bright blue doors, and
not a single neon sign in the entire town. It was probably the most perfect place I had ever seen and made me crave small town life, even though I never had actually experienced it beyond television shows and that random trip as a kid to my Uncle Theo’s house in the Deep South.

  We walked in and out of about every shop and with each stop, I was given an entire run down of his childhood debauchery. He sounded like he was quite a handful as a kid, not unlike his adult years. I walked along smiling as we passed others on the street, taking it all in.

  “This is where I had my first date,” he said standing outside of a small laundromat.

  “You took your date to the laundromat? No wonder you suck at relationships,” I said joking.

  “Hey,” he said looking slightly hurt. “It used to be a coffee shop.”

  “Awe, I was just kidding,” I said walking up and kissing his pouty lip. “Besides, even if you sucked at it back then, you’ve gotten pretty good at it as an adult.”

  “That’s better,” he said smiling. “Well, you’ve seen the whole town. You ready to head back to the house?”

  “Sure am,” I said wrapping my arms around his waist. “I was kind of hoping you could show me the bedroom again.”

  “Mmm, I think I could manage that,” he said laughing.

  He held my hand all the way back to the house, and when we got there, he wasted no time “showing me the bedroom.” As soon as the door was shut behind us, I felt his arms slide around me, and he kissed my neck as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I reached up and helped him undo them, slipping off my shirt and feeling his lips glide across my back. I turned around and jumped up, straddling him as he walked up the stairs and to the first bedroom he came to. I giggled as he tripped slightly before taking us both down on to the bed. He knocked his shoes off and pulled himself over top of me, kissing me passionately while raising my arms up over my head.

  Softly his lips trailed over me as he took each piece of my clothing off, one at a time. His eyes were dark but gentle as he pulled his shirt over his head and leaned down to kiss me more. I slipped my hands down to his belt and undid his pants, laughing as he struggled to get them off. Once he was naked, he jumped in the bed next to me, smiling as he rubbed his hand across my stomach. He pressed his lips gently against mine as we explored each other’s bodies with our hands. His breath began to quicken as I ran my fingertips around his cock and down his thighs. He slipped his hand between my legs and pressed his fingers between my lips, feeling how wet he was making me.

  Part of me wanted him to give in to his urges and ravage me while the other part of me felt closer to him than ever in this passionate exchange. I ran my hand up and down the shaft of his cock as he slowly massaged my clit with his fingers, the entire time keeping his mouth on mine, exploring the inside with his tongue. I moaned softly into his mouth and felt him harden even more in my hand. With that, he climbed on top of me and clasped my hands in his over top of my head. He nudged my knees apart, and ground against me with his stiff cock, leaving me gasping for breath.

  Timidly he moved, pushing slowly inside me, filling me to the brim and groaning. There was nothing wanting or impatient about his movements and slowly slid himself in and out of me, sometimes pulling fully out before entering back in. I pulled my legs up around his waist and leaned my head back as I felt every inch of him inside of me. The passion between us was intense, and we held on to each other’s stare as we both climbed higher and higher in ecstasy.

  I clutched down on his hands as he began to move faster, letting him know I was almost there. I tried to look away but he caught my gaze, and as his eyes penetrated me with the same depth as his cock, I exploded around him, feeling the waves of pleasure pulsating through my body. He bit his lip and pushed hard and deep inside of me, filling me completely, opening me up to him.

  His legs shook, and his grasp intensified as he let out a deep low moan. He held that position for several seconds before collapsing on top of me and breathing deeply into my neck. I kept my legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and my arms moved up to his neck as the thought of dislodging from the moment seemed unnatural. As his breath normalized, he sat up slightly and looked deep into my eyes. Though I thought there was something on the tip of his tongue, he said nothing, and instead reached down and kissed me with feeling.

  It was as if everything he wanted to say was bound up inside of him, and I wanted him to get it out. I no longer thought the worse, but I definitely needed to know what was simmering deep inside. I needed to know if he loved me.

  Chapter 15

  Jason

  The sun through the windows seeped into my closed eyelids, waking me before Jana had even begun to stir. I laid there staring out at the beautiful Massachusetts morning, feeling like today was the day. Last night I had made love to Jana for the first time, and I put everything I had into it. I thought if I expressed it then maybe it would come out in words but I let her fall to sleep without saying it out loud. It was our last few hours on vacation, and I wanted her to feel special before drudging back to the grind of life. Slowly I crept out of bed, standing still next to it as she rolled over and back to sleep. I dressed and tiptoed to the kitchen, realizing I had forgotten to get the fridge stocked for the weekend.

  I grabbed the keys off the table and quietly left the house, walking happily through the yard and to the garage. There was a coffee shop just fifteen minutes from the house that served amazing breakfast so I figured I would pick us up some food and have a nice beginning to our day on the patio. The sun was warmer today, and I left my jacket in the car as I got out and walked into the shop. It was busy since this was one of the most popular times of year in Martha’s Vineyard. I waited patiently memorizing my order and then placed it with the smiling girl behind the counter. Small town life was really enticing, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to rush back to the city.

  As I waited for the food and coffee, I sat in the corner and watched the other people milling around. There were families, couples, old people, and even some young hipsters out enjoying the fall weather. I smiled at this one older couple as the man, wrinkled and slightly bent over, took his wife’s hand and guided her through the crowd. I stood up from my table and motioned for them to take my seats. The gentlemen shook my hand, and the woman smiled kindly as I pulled her chair out for her. I stepped back and watched at the husband kissed his wife gently on the cheek. That was the kind of love that I wanted, the kind that lasted through a life time, and probably beyond.

  I was drawn from my daydream when they called my name at the front. I collected the jug of coffee and bag of breakfast foods and headed out of the café. As I drove back, I couldn’t help but roll down the windows and take in the fresh morning air. God knows I probably breathed enough smog in the city for a thousand lifetimes. My lungs weren’t even really sure what to do with all of this fresh air. I pulled into the drive of the house slowly, hoping that I wasn’t waking Jana. I wanted to get all the food out and ready before she woke up.

  I tiptoed through the house, carefully pulling out plates, mugs, and platters and arranging them on the table. One by one I put the bagels, croissants, and fruit arrangements out. Just as I finished pouring both cups of coffee Jana appeared around the corner, clutching her robe closed and smiling sleepily. The smile on my face must have been huge because she giggled as she walked over, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss my face. I pulled the chair out for her and pushed it in as she sat, handing her a cloth napkin before walking around the table and sitting down.

  “You know you are going to spoil me and then you’re stuck doing these things forever,” she said laughing. “Well, at least as long as I keep you around.”

  “Hey,” I said faking a pout. She stuck her tongue out at me and sipped her coffee.

  “Ahh, I just don’t want to leave, it is so beautiful here,” she said looking out the window. “It’s like living in a fairytale. I keep expecting to see bushy tailed bunnies and deer grazing in t
he fields.”

  “I mean I can make that happen,” I said taking a bite of a croissant.

  “No, let’s leave the woodland creatures for the next step in our relationship,” she said chuckling.

  I put the croissant down on my plate and took in a deep breath. I had to tell her now. I had to put myself out of my own misery. The worst that could happen is she doesn’t feel the same, but if I never do it, I’ll never know.

  “Hey, are you okay? If you want woodland creatures by all means,” she said looking at my change in facial expression with concern.

  “No,” I said shaking my head and grabbing her hand. “Come with me.”

  “Okay,” she sang as I pulled her out the doors and into the fresh morning air.

  “I have to tell you something,” I said nervously.