Lucky Neighbor: A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance

by Gage Grayson

  “My dream, huh?” Maddie reopens her menu with renewed purpose. “If you really want to make it come true...hm.”

  “Take your time, Maddie. It can be anything.”

  “Liquid Sunshine.”

  “What’s that?”

  “A cocktail for two people. Or three. We can share that, and we can share this tasting platter.”

  “That’s all?”

  “Maybe a couple appetizers, too.”

  That’s how it starts, but we end up going through two or three of those cocktails meant for two or three people, and several appetizers, and the tasting platter.

  And a couple daiquiris for good measure.

  “How was your dream?” I ask as we saunter happily back out onto Avenue A.

  “I’ll level with ya—my dream was to have dinner, and that was a fucking dinner, alright. I’ll say it worked out pretty fucking well.”

  “Good.”

  Maddie’s leaning, falling lazily into me as we walk uptown. I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

  “That dream was so good, I’m falling asleep. What’s your dream?”

  “To hear you sing more.”

  “Well, fuck,” Maddie perks up, suddenly overflowing with energy. “Karaoke!”

  “You mean at a bar or something?”

  Maddie slips out of my arm and starts walking fast—almost running—ahead of me.

  “No! I mean, technically, but...real karaoke! The way it’s supposed to be. Just a few blocks up! Come on!”

  Maddie zips uptown, and I follow. Thanks to the recent daiquiris and calories, those few blocks are a blur.

  I’m still just behind Maddie when we walk into the karaoke lounge. Maddie grabs my arm, then pushes me in front of her to talk to the guy behind the desk.

  “He’s paying,” she announces from behind my back.

  “Just the two of you?” The guy asks. “It’s per person, per hour.”

  “I appreciate your honesty.” I craftily retrieve a couple bills from my wallet.

  “We’re not really into time limits, so...”

  The room we get is surprisingly spacious. The open bar is a nice touch.

  It takes Maddie a little while to decide on a song from the giant book of options. By the time she dials her choice into the remote, we’ve had a couple cups of sake each.

  My dream is to hear Maddie sing, and by now it’s starting to feel like a dream. Timeless, hazy, and too good to be true.

  I’m lying in the middle of the floor, on a plush rug, my overcoat bunched up with Maddie’s purse on the couch.

  “This is by Roberta Flack,” announces Maddie. “And the Fugees, later on.”

  A few long, silent seconds, then Maddie’s voice starts.

  “Str—”

  “Holy shit!”

  “Quiet, Ethan!”

  Madeline starts again, and her angelic tone swirls around the room. Eventually, her song sadly ends, but not long after that, she’s on the rug with me, our tongues dancing drunkenly.

  The dance fades eventually, but we stay on the floor, holding each other in the dreamy mist.

  “I left my jacket at that bar.” Maddie starts laughing, and so do I. “No, really. I just realized....”

  “Do you want to go get it?”

  “Sure, on the way back to your place.”

  Ethan

  “What fucking street are we on, again?”

  The question comes out in between deep, hungry kisses. Each kiss is like a reset button, and I lose the plot entirely. The feeling of our lips meeting softly and naturally throws me so far that I’m lucky to remember what planet I’m on.

  “I don’t know, some fucking number,” Maddie replies.

  Maddie grabs my ass with our next kiss, her grip firm and resolute.

  “A number, you say. I think I know which way to go.”

  Maddie’s wearing my coat and staring up at me with her gorgeous emerald eyes. Even with yards of dark wool fabric draped loosely across her shoulders, Maddie still looks so fucking hot.

  “Hold on, though,” she says, signaling that it’s time for one last kiss before we start walking.

  We’re right outside the karaoke lounge, and I don’t even think it’s midnight yet, but if there’s anyone else on this block besides us, I am not aware of them.

  Another kiss throws me for another loop. Like all of our kisses, this one just seems to happen.

  This one also feels especially ravenous. It lingers, not wanting to end. The longer it goes on, the deeper the well of hunger gets.

  Eventually, the kiss needs to end, because we’re not going to satisfy a hunger that deep right out here on…

  “Wait, what fucking street is this, again?”

  “I thought you knew!” Maddie’s leading the way, despite her claims of ignorance.

  With her hand wrapped firmly around my forearm, Maddie just starts fucking running when we get back to Avenue A.

  The only choice I have is to run with her, and she’s running fast—my big-ass overcoat’s not slowing her down at fucking all.

  “I’ve gotta hand it to you, Maddie.” I catch my breath as we enter Lush Republic. “You got us here quick.”

  “You want your coat back, don’t you? Hey, my jacket!”

  Somehow, Maddie’s jacket ended up on the coat rack by the entrance. She grabs it with a smile and laboriously takes off my coat, still wearing the same smile.

  “Here, have a coat…I need a drink.”

  “Is that a poem?”

  “I hope not,” says Maddie, already on her way to the bar.

  Charles has two stouts ready for us by the time we sit down. He disappears before we can thank him.

  “I like how I don’t have to order anything here,” Maddie comments, taking a big first guzzle.

  “Is that still good cold out of the tap?”

  Maddie looks at the pint glass for a long moment. “It’s no Captain’s Demise, but it’ll do.”

  Captain’s Demise—my favorite drink for a one-week period of my life.

  Since Maddie’s reappeared in my life, she’s made it clear that Hawaii is off-limits. No references to that week will be tolerated, and certainly no actual fucking discussion.

  No acknowledgement of it, even.

  Until now, that is.

  I leave it there, though.

  It’s not like I’m eager to talk about it. For the first time in years, I’m not even thinking about it.

  That was then.

  And this is now.

  We finish our beers, which gives us the perfect boost for the walk back to my place.

  “Wait, did you even pay?” Maddie’s yelling tempers the eeriness of City Hall Park.

  “They know I’ll be back, and I’ve got a tab open.”

  At this point, Maddie’s moving backwards, trying to walk and have a conversation at the same time.

  “You must know your way around here pretty well to walk like that.”

  “Hey, I don’t live in Boston anymore. I know my way around.”

  “Let me get this straight...”

  I put my arm around Maddie’s back to keep her steady, and another kiss blossoms instantly.

  “…but we keep getting distracted,” she mumbles.

  We kiss again after exiting the park. Maddie’s still walking backwards.

  “…fuck, and now I forgot what fucking street we’re on again,” I mumble back, against her lips.

  “We’re on Broadway, genius, and your apartment’s like two feet away.”

  We make the transition from walking slowly to stopping entirely. Our next kiss engulfs us. It’s as if someone poured gasoline on all the little blazes this evening has sparked, combining them into a massive fucking fireball.

  “How close did you say it was?” With that, I kiss Madeline’s neck, down toward her shoulder, and around to the other side of her neck.

  “Not fucking close enough,” Maddie gasps.

  This time, we both fucking run.

  It�
�s a good thing it’s such a ghost town here on Friday nights, because we throw caution to the fucking wind with this mad dash.

  Straight across Broadway, down Barclay, through the lobby, and to the elevators without stopping for a goddamn thing.

  After we finally need to stop—to wait for the elevator—Maddie mashes the up button with her fist. “I know it’s your building and all, but, fuck, I just want that fucking thing to get here. Why do you need to live so high up?”

  Maddie and I are kissing again before I can answer, and our kiss continues in the elevator.

  The elevator up to my floor is fast, but not that fast. By the time we reach the twentieth floor, my coat, Maddie’s jacket, and my own suit jacket are on the elevator floor.

  By the time we reach the fortieth floor, Maddie’s frantically undoing my belt buckle.

  By the time the elevator door opens on my floor, we’re still locked into a desperate kiss, our hands exploring the contours of each other’s bodies.

  With our lips remaining stubbornly locked, we sidestep out of the elevator just before the door closes again.

  After the elevator door closes with a ding, our kiss ends for a moment, and we regard each other.

  We don’t say a word, but Maddie’s emerald eyes continue to set me on fucking fire.

  We bolt down the hallway, and I fumble with my apartment key after we stop for another kiss just outside my door.

  Our current kiss end as soon as we’re in the privacy of my apartment. Simultaneously, we drop to the floor.

  Maddie gently falls onto her back as I work my lips around the side of her neck. I fall with her, moving down to her shoulder again, and towards her chest, as she unbuttons the top of her suit.

  Maddie pushes firmly on my shoulder, encouraging me to stop dawdling and get to the task at hand. I comply, sliding myself down past Maddie’s legs while she wriggles out of her skirt.

  I don’t stop sliding until I’m face to face with Maddie’s black leather loafers. As I gently remove her left shoe, then her right shoe, Maddie sighs and squirms mildly in anticipation.

  “Mm-hmm,” Maddie grunts approvingly as I massage her feet. Moving onto her calves, I feel her tension draining slowly yet steadily. “Now take off your fucking shirt so I also have something to look at,” she demands.

  With my right hand gradually moving up her lower leg, I use my left hand to unbutton my shirt. Maddie props her head up slightly with her hands to get a better look.

  Keeping the massage going while slipping out of my shirt requires a delicate balance of switching hands and sustaining a steady rhythm.

  As soon as I’ve finished slithering out of my dress shirt, Maddie lifts a hand to point at me insistently.

  “Arms in the air.”

  I do as she insists. “Okay, okay—that thing’s not loaded, is it?”

  Maddie grabs the sides of my undershirt, pulls it straight over my head, and throws it clear across the room behind her.

  “Ooh, that’s so much better,” she coos. “As you were.”

  As I was—massaging the stress and strain out of Maddie’s wonderful legs, now with both hands working tirelessly. Maddie’s eyes are filled with a contented calm as they roam all over my chest and abs.

  When my massage begins making its way up past her knees, Maddie closes her eyes and lets out another sigh. I maintain the same gradual tempo I started with—although that becomes challenging for both of us as I travel further up her thighs.

  “Okay,” Maddie says at last, taking hold of her tan panties and starting to slide them off. I help Maddie finish the job, gently slipping her panties down past her feet before throwing them in the general direction of my shirt across the room.

  “Now for another slow massage,” I announce.

  “Very funny.”

  “I thought it was.”

  “Sure. Now quit stalling and eat my fucking pussy.”

  Hearing those words makes me lose all coordination, and I nearly trip over myself to get to what is now my favorite place to be in the world.

  I nestle my head between Maddie’s thighs, and she spreads her legs slowly. She’s so fucking wet that I can’t even entertain the idea of coyly teasing her inner thighs with my lips or tongue or any of that teasing shit.

  I go right to work, starting with a slow, all-encompassing lick of her pussy lips from bottom to top. Maddie releases a deep, primal moan. When I begin my second lick, Maddie’s body stirs chaotically as she lets out a low-pitched groan.

  Maddie presses herself firmly into my face. I get more creative with my tongue, shifting into different patterns, circling around her lips, and...

  Maddie comes uncontrollably, well before I expected. My cock is now throbbing eagerly in my pants, and I move my head back for a second.

  “Get back in there,” Maddie instructs in a whisper.

  Picking up right where I left off, I run my tongue around Maddie’s pussy lips in a figure-eight pattern, slowly and repeatedly until I let it devolve into more of a circle.

  Maddie wriggles and trembles as my circles get nearer and nearer to her clit. I slow down as I get closer.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck, yes!”

  Maddie comes again.

  I push myself up off the floor. Maddie glows as she reclines blissfully, her green eyes full of tranquility.

  “Okay,” she says, “now let me see that fucking cock.”

  Ethan

  “This is the best fuckin’ seat in the house. I don’t even have to sit up!”

  Madeline’s eyes are happily focused on the front of my Michael Andrews Bespoke suit pants. She’s waiting for the full package to come bursting out.

  As ready as I am to rid myself of these pants, I believe in showmanship—and I can see the anticipation still building in Maddie’s face.

  I can also see the anticipation in the way that Maddie’s softly running her fingers around the edge of her bra.

  My left hand unhurriedly travels in the direction of my fly. The voyage is indirect, leaving my audience wondering about its destination until it decisively arrives just over the top button.

  My thumb and forefinger work the button gradually, the process getting slower as it goes on. When this culminates with the top of my fly finally opening, Maddie tears the bra cup down from her left tit, so her fingertips can knead her nipple.

  Goddamn.

  “We may be in disagreement about that,” I remark, measuredly unzipping my fly.

  “On what?” Maddie asks, her stunning face framed in a pool of golden hair.

  “I believe that I have the best seat in the house.”

  “But you’re standing.”

  That’s enough escalation—it’s time for the showstopper.

  In one swift movement, I yank my trousers and my boxers straight down past my knees. Suddenly, my powerfully rigid, pulsing member is out in the open and fully visible in my well-lit living room.

  Maddie gasps, then squeaks in delight.

  “Showmanship,” I remark.

  “Real proud of yourself, huh?”

  “Reasonably.”

  “Well, now it’s my fucking time to shine.”

  In the bat of an eye, Maddie goes from sprawling leisurely on the floor to knocking me off my proud feet and pinning me to the carpet.

  “Jesus, Maddie.”

  “Shush.”

  Maddie rips off her bra and launches it at the growing clothes pile across the living room. Maddie goes further to demonstrate her own showmanship by shoving her tits right into my fucking face.

  I roll with it, softly kissing and licking around her nipples for a precious few seconds until she slides her tits away.

  I’m about to lament that development—until I feel her tits grazing lightly yet magnificently down my chest, then my abs, then...

  Feeling the warm ampleness of Maddie’s tits approaching my starving cock is more than enough to elicit a resonant groan of ecstasy from my lips.

  “Shush, I said. This is my sh
ow, now.” With that, Maddie grips the base of my member and begins licking up and down my shaft. Not wanting to interrupt the show, I bite down on my fist in an attempt to stay quiet.

  But when Maddie’s tongue starts exploring the tip of my cock, that attempt starts to break the fuck down. As I feel her lips enclose my shaft, the low, ecstatic moan building within me becomes inescapable.

  And when Maddie takes my cock readily into her mouth and throat, I give the fuck up completely and snarl like a wild fucking beast.

  Maddie releases my cock from her mouth with painstaking slowness.

  “Now that’s the kind of sound I want to hear,” Maddie comments before running her tongue up my shaft and taking the whole thing right back into her mouth.

  The abrupt, intense carnality provokes another primeval snarl. Maddie responds with a throaty snarl of her own, sending seismic vibrations through my cock.

  It’s just too fucking much.

  My vision goes blindingly white for a moment. I hear myself producing bass-heavy moans, which quickly grow into an untamed roar.

  The sound of my voice is still reverberating around my living room when I notice that Maddie’s now lying next to me on the floor.

  Maddie just fucking transported me to another universe, and I didn’t even notice the blowjob ending.

  Simultaneously, we turn on our sides to face each other. Her fingers are delicately caressing my cock as it throbs with monumental yearning.

  “Showmanship,” Maddie says coolly.

  My fingers find the warmth of Maddie’s waiting pussy. As I brush my fingertips gently along her lips, her green eyes shoot blistering sparks of passion in every direction. When I massage my forefinger gradually into her pussy, Maddie’s fierce eyes go blank with pleasure.

  My forefinger moves tenderly up and down her lips as my middle finger enters her gently.

  Maddie shudders with the start of another orgasm.

  The fierceness returns to Maddie’s eyes as she comes. Once she finishes, a look of determination dawns across her face, and my heart starts pounding wildly. She then grips the middle of my shaft tightly. Her lips curl into a crazed smile, and her grip grows tighter.

  Maddie’s pussy is tremendously wet—I’m moving my fingers around the vicinity of her clit. She sighs, then squeals as I draw closer. She clasps her other hand around my shaft, holding on as if it’s about to float away.