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

by Weston Parker

  "Morning." I moved around him and walked to the door, nodding politely at the guy who held it open for me.

  "Welcome to Destrada, Doctor Reigns." The pretty hostess was one of my favorites, always happy and upbeat. Or so she seemed. It amazed me how depressed people had the strength to put on a facade that fooled all of us. I couldn't help but wonder if her joy went beyond skin deep.

  Stop it. Jeez. It's too early for that shit.

  "It's Doctor Crawford now. Divorce is final, and my name change is done." I shrugged and offered a subtle smile. Divorce was always such an odd topic. You never knew how someone might take it, and honestly, I could care less. It was my life, my decision, my divorce.

  "Oh, I'm sorry. Well, as always, it's nice to see you."

  "Nice to see you too, Angie." I lifted up on my toes and glanced over to my normal spot. "Gwen isn't here yet, hm?"

  "Not yet, but I'll be sure to show her over to you the minute she gets here." She extended a menu to me. "Want me to show you to your table or did you want to wait up here for her?"

  "I can show myself." I smiled warmly and took the menu. "Thanks so much."

  "Of course."

  I walked to the back of the restaurant and sat down near the window. I laid the menu on Gwen's side of the table and leaned back, letting out a soft sigh.

  The sound of laughter, or rather giggles, caught my attention just outside. A young mom and her two little girls were dancing around as they walked through the parking lot to the car. I took them in, their emotions and excitement to simply be together.

  Every desire I'd had swimming inside of me welled up. Was my time over? Was I really going to traverse life without knowing what it felt like to hold a child of my own? And all because of Nolan's manipulation.

  "You're at fault too. You wanted him to love you. Idiot," I mumbled and turned back to find my younger sister standing beside the table, watching me.

  "I hate it when you do that." She moved over and hugged me as I stood.

  "What? Talk to myself?"

  "Talk ugly to yourself." She kissed my cheek and brushed my hair off my shoulder. "You're the most beautiful, brilliant woman I know."

  "Mom was prettier," I smirked and sat down. Just seeing her brought a warmth to my soul that I missed when she was busy traveling the world. "You look so good."

  "I look like you."

  I snorted. "I wish." My sister was a younger version of me, but lithe. Being a ballerina all of her life did that for her. "Anyway. Tell me about Paris. Did you find some handsome billionaire to fall in love with?"

  She crinkled her nose, but her blue eyes filled with mischief. "You know I hate snooty rich people. I would much rather fall in love with a hardworking man that barely makes it by."

  I laughed at her naivety. It was beautiful and innocent. "That hard working man would rock your world."

  She rolled her eyes. "Speaking of rocking our worlds... how are you? You said your name change went through finally, right?"

  "Yes." I nodded. "I'm a Crawford again."

  "Good. I hated the name Reigns. So stupid sounding." She reached for the wine menu. "Want to share a glass or a bottle this morning?"

  "Both?" I smiled and leaned back, letting my eyes run over her flawless face. She was the spitting image of my mother, which left me filled with a sadness that was somewhat peaceful. "Get a bottle. You can take the rest back to your place with you if you want."

  "If there is any left." She set the menu down and locked gazes with me. "Paris was nice. I would have been much happier if you had come with me."

  "You know I can't do that. I have a million things going on at the hospital, and they've yet to bring in another strong neurosurgeon. I can't leave my people in a lurch like that. At least not in the name of fun."

  "Fun is the spice of life." She lifted her eyebrow and gave me a look our father might be proud of.

  "I thought sex was," I smirked and picked up my menu as the server walked up. We ordered the usual and got back to teasing each other.

  "Speaking of sex..." She leaned in and smiled.

  "You didn't. Did you?" I leaned in too, both of us looking like two small children sharing a secret, no doubt.

  "Me? No. I'm not sleeping with anyone until marriage. Period." She shrugged and gave me a contented look. "He's going to have to put a ring on it before he gets to enjoy it."

  I was proud of her, and it seemed lofty to keep her virginity intact until she found the right man, but maybe not. Nolan was the only one I'd ever slept with.

  "So what were you going to say about sex, then?" I pursed my lips as the waiter walked up and poured us each a glass of wine, the pink liquid enticing more than I wanted it to be.

  Gwen waited until the server left to speak again. "Are you still sleeping with Nolan or have you finally cut the cord?"

  "The cord is officially severed. We had a fight yesterday, and we're done." I picked up my glass and drained it, not meaning to.

  "So much for taking the bottle home." She picked up the bottle and poured me another glass. "You know what would be good for you?"

  "Do tell, please." I took a sip of the wine and put the glass down. I had to drive home, and I was a bit of a light weight as it was.

  "Sleeping with some hot, bastard of a guy. Just let him rock you for the night. It'll help you wake up."

  "This coming from my virgin little sister." I laughed and tilted my head to watch her. "And why would you think I would let a younger man in my bed? I'd much prefer an older man who wanted to take his time. If I'm getting naked, it better be worth it."

  She lifted her glass, and the look on her face concerned me. She shrugged and took a sip, but didn't respond.

  "What's that look for?" I reached for a piece of bread in the basket that sat on the table between us. "I know that look."

  "Look? Is there a look?" She smiled, and the room seemed brighter.

  "You know the look. Like you know something I don't."

  "I was just thinking that the last time we talked about this." She pulled her napkin into her lap and brushed her hands over it, smoothing it down. "You said you've never climaxed with Nolan."

  "So?" I slathered butter over my roll and took a greedy bite. "Not all women can climax."

  "Lies." She rolled her eyes. "I don't believe that for a minute."

  "Why? Because Cosmo says we should all be having mind-blowing orgasms?" I laughed internally at the conversation we were having. I had one friend, and she was sitting across the table from me. Thank God she was my sister. It made it easier to skip the bullshit and get right to the heart of the matter.

  "It's true. You just need to find a young stallion that can make your body explode." She shrugged and leaned back, looking so nonchalant that it was humorous. We might as well have been talking about the color of paint on the walls.

  "I'm a doctor, and it's not true."

  "You're a brain surgeon." She smiled up at the server as he delivered our soup. "I have a question for you."

  I almost swallowed my tongue. "Gwen. Don't."

  "Sure." The guy's eyes lit up a little as Gwen turned her pretty face up toward him. Everything about her was petite, feminine, dainty. She could have any man she wanted, and yet she was alone, just like I was.

  "My sister and I are having a bit of a fight over something. Can you be the tie breaker?" She glanced over at me. "And I won't tell you which one of us thought one way or the other."

  "Don't," I warned her, my voice dropping.

  "Alright. Go for it." He glanced over at me and his smile widened. "I have sisters. It's no big deal."

  "Right." I picked up my wine and downed it as I watched my sister flirt her way through the orgasm question with our server. He pulled off his side of the interaction well, and I wanted to clap for him, but my thoughts moved from the present to the future.

  My older brother Aiden had his protégé coming my way on Monday morning. I was pissy about it up to that moment. Maybe I was over-thinking things, but if
he was at all the kind of guy everyone said he was, maybe the young stallion I needed in my bed was already headed my way.

  "Ansley. You still here?" Gwen smiled as she waved her hand in front of my face. "See? I told you."

  "Shit. What did he say?" I glanced to my right where our server had disappeared to.

  "He said that all women are capable of coming. You just need to find a guy who knows what he's doing. A young stallion." She laughed and wagged her eyebrows. "And Aiden told me about this Doctor Feelgood guy."

  I almost spit my wine out. "Aiden told you that they call this idiot Doctor Feelgood?"

  "Oh yeah." She laughed again. "His favorite pick up line is supposedly, 'Hey girl. Tell me what ails you. I'll make you feel real good.’"

  The laugh that bubbled up out of me felt good - pure. Parks might be a total whore bag, but he was a brilliant doctor and surgeon. Where I wasn't looking forward with putting up with his shit for the next month or so, I knew without a doubt I needed something to shake up my world.

  Maybe he was just what the doctor ordered.

  To be continued…

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  Mister Big Stuff

  Chapter 1

  David

  “You know what today is, right?” Greyson asked as he walked into my office.

  He plopped down in the chair in front of my desk, and he straightened his tie as he crossed a leg over his knee, giving me a peek at his lame, argyle socks. Greyson was the only person I knew that could be a twelve-year-old kid one minute and my most trusted advisor the next.

  “Another day I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing sitting behind this desk?” I shot back.

  A grin curved his lips. “Well, sadly, that too. But no, I was referring to the fact that it’s your one-year anniversary. But since you mentioned it, it is kind of pathetic that I’m still training you.”

  “You should be sitting here, and I should be somewhere over the Pacific.”

  “Ah, here we go again. Talking about the shit that’s not going to change anytime soon.” He got to his feet just as quickly as he’d plopped into the chair and was back to straightening his fitted suit. “Come on, man. Let’s go grab dinner to celebrate. On me.”

  The guy’s flair for fashion might have had me questioning his sexuality if I didn’t know his record with women. We’d been friends for most of our lives, and while I’d gone off to have a career in the Air Force, he’d stayed behind and went to work for my father, eventually becoming his right-hand man before my father passed away.

  We left the office, and I insisted on driving. I knew exactly where I wanted to go, so I detoured us across town to my favorite bar in all of New York City.

  Greyson grumbled beside me. “Oh, no. What the hell, man? I said dinner, not beer and nuts at this slop house. Let’s go uptown for a steak.”

  “This place has amazing steaks and cold beer to wash it down. I’m not eating at one of those pretentious, over-priced, prissy-ass places you like. I don’t care about what kind of fucking marble they have on the floor; I care about what’s on my plate.”

  “Fine, but let me just get my tetanus shot before going in, and my brass knuckles. You know I hate these kinds of places. I always have trouble.”

  “You hate anyplace whose floor isn’t shiny enough to see your reflection.”

  He shot me the finger. I loved to tease him about his clothes, when in fact, I wished I had half his style. Women ate it up.

  “Relax, there are mirrors behind the bar, pretty boy,” I said. He was overreacting about the bar. It wasn’t one of his snooty upscale places, but it wasn’t the dive he made it out to be. There was good food, dancing, and best of all, beer.

  He loosened his collar and mussed his hair. “You know, if you weren’t my boss, I’d punch you in the fucking teeth.”

  “There’s my boy. That’s the man I’m having a fucking beer with. Remember when we used to pound them back?” He hadn’t liked to drink in years.

  “I’ll get a drink, but I’m not pounding anything back. You know I don’t fucking do that anymore. Your old man used to rake me over the coals for showing up with a fucking hangover. He whipped my ass into shape.”

  “Yeah, why do you think I chose the Air Force? I figured if I were going to have a man screaming in my face, I’d have it easier with a Drill Sergeant. Less emotional stress.”

  “Ah, your strategy makes sense, finally.”

  We went inside and grabbed a table in the back.

  The waitress came over, and I ordered a beer and some fries. My eyes followed her ass as she walked away, and then I spotted a sexy little thing at the bar, looking my way across the dance floor. She’d totally caught me gawking at the waitress’s ass, so I figured I might as well eye-fuck her. That earned me a smile.

  Greyson wrinkled his nose in disgust. “You’re going to die young, eating that shit.”

  “Would you lighten up before people think we’re married?”

  “I will when you do.” His eyes met mine with a pointed glare.

  I leaned back in my chair and spread my hands. “What’s that mean? I’m fine.”

  “You’re still pouting about the fucking Air Force. I get it, you gave up your dream to come back here, but shit, have a little fun.”

  “I’m having fun.”

  “No, I’m not talking about that kind of fun, grandpa. I mean, that kind of fun.” His eyes turned to the woman at the bar. “You’ve got her attention, so ask her to dance. Get a little release so you’ll stop busting my balls.”

  I was one step ahead of him, having eye-fucked her and all, but I knew that having her wasn’t going to make me complete. In my blood, I knew I needed more. But more wasn’t happening anytime soon.

  The woman made eye contact again, and this time, I gestured to the dancefloor. She approached my table and leaned in, showing us her tits, which Greyson couldn’t peel his eyes away from. I chugged the rest of my beer, slammed the glass on the table, and looked at Greyson. “Have the fries. You know you want to.”

  I grabbed the girl’s hand, and she spun around as I stood and led her to the dancefloor.

  We got nice and close for a moment, and she whispered in my ear. “Are you better on your feet or off?”

  She pressed against my leg as we moved around in a circle, grinding herself against me.

  I looked deep into her eyes. “How about I take you back to my place and answer that question?”

  “What about your friend? Did he need a ride?” She turned her eyes to Greyson who was already hitting on the young waitress and eating my fucking fries he’d bitched about so much.

  “He’s a big boy. I’m sure he can find a way home.” I took her hand and led her over to the table, where Greyson was in the middle of feeding the waitress one of the fries and talking about her technique.

  I tapped his shoulder. “I’m out. You going to be okay?”

  “Have fun. I think Donna here is going to give me a ride. Then she’ll take me home.” Donna licked her lips, and the girls giggled.

  When we got to the car, her eyes lit up. “I’m Hilde, by the way.”

  She suddenly thought it mattered. It hadn’t until she realized I had money.

  “Nice to meet you, Hilde,” I said, opening the car door for her. She took my hand, and I helped her inside.

  I walked around the black Cobra and slid into the driver’s seat. “I’m David. How good are you with your mouth?”

  I saw no reason to try and keep up the formalities. We weren’t here to have a conversation. She’d already made it clear she wanted me off my feet, and I was going to make every second of our time together count.

  She adjusted in her seat and leaned her ample tits forward as an offering, but it was what she had between her legs that held my interest. I pulled out of the parking lot, one eye on the road and the other on the smooth skin peeking out from beneath her skirt.
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br />   I placed my hand on her thigh and stroked it between shifting gears. I pushed the Cobra up to a breakneck speed on the highway, heading toward my house. I slipped my hand between her thighs and stroked her through her soft, warm panties, which grew damp as I stroked my fingers across her pussy.

  She moved in her seat to get closer and rubbed her hand over my cock, which was diamond-hard and begging for attention.

  “Suck it, baby. Show me how good you are with that mouth.”

  She gave me a bratty look. “Don’t come in my mouth, though. I’d hate to spit in your pretty car.”

  I laughed at her threat. “Spitters are quitters, sweetheart. If you want yours, I suggest you swallow. But let’s see if you’ve got what it takes first.”

  I wasn’t going to tell her that if she spits in my car, she could walk her ass home. Her eyes took on a sultry look, and she warmed up to the task of proving she had what it took to get me off. Hilde unfastened my pants, and my cock sprang out in front of her. Her eyes widened, and she inhaled a quick breath.

  Her hand gripped my cock tighter, and then, she leaned over to work her pouty lips around my thick head. She moaned, and the vibrations made me even harder. She relaxed her throat to take me down.

  I had to admit I was impressed by the depth of her committal. Her hot mouth worked my shaft enthusiastically. Her head bobbed up and down, sliding over the entire length of me. I groaned at the feeling.

  I pulled into my driveway, and she backed off. I grinned at her. “I’ll give you an A for effort.”

  She glared at me, not happy that I didn’t give her a reward. I’d learned to make her type feel like they had something to prove, and it had always paid off well for me.

  I led her inside my house and into the bedroom. She wasted no time getting on her knees and sucking me down into her throat again. At this rate, I wasn’t going to have to work much, and sure enough, minutes later, I splashed her tongue with a bit of my salty pre-come, and she moaned. I knew my load wasn’t far behind, so I gripped her hair and held her down on my cock as I shot my hot streams into her throat.