Secret Baby for my Brother's Friend

by Ella Brooke

  And I intended to give it all to her. To take her for my own.

  I lined my cock up with her opening and pressed once more against it, letting her know that I was ready. “Do you want me, Tiger?”

  “Yes,” she said, her voice wobbling.

  “Do you need me?” I asked. “Does your dripping wet pussy ache for me, Tiger?”

  “God, yes!”

  “Then I’m coming,” I said, dragging that last word out, playing with the double entendre.

  I eased myself into her. Desperately, I wanted to shove myself balls deep into her. Still, I knew she was untouched down there, and needed a bit of preparation. After all, I wanted to make this good for her. It meant more for my experience and, yes, my ego when I knew that the woman in my arms was enjoying herself even more than I was. She was dripping as I entered inch by inch, so slick and warm that I groaned, rolling my eyes back in my head. It felt better than anything I could have imagined, like pleasure personified.

  My knees almost went weak.

  I kept plunging into her until I was finally balls deep inside of her. I’d never had a virgin before. God knows I’d fantasized about it, but I’d never felt the tightness of untouched territory like this. My cock jerked and pleasure arced over my body, sparks playing over every nerve. I slapped her ass once more, just a playful touch. I had no interest in anything harder than that. BDSM had never been my scene, but a butt as juicy as hers deserved a bit of appreciation.

  I flexed my hips experimentally, plumbing into her.

  She reared her ass back and mewled like a naughty kitty, like the Tiger she was.

  Then I shoved my hips forward, comfortable now that she was good and ready for me to jackhammer into her. Reaching my hand forward, I twisted my fingers over her clit. Flicking my finger tightly against it, I continued slamming into her from behind. The juices of her pussy flowed over my dick, so wet and hot. I kept pounding into her, giving her everything I had. She screamed at my intensity, her body shivering under me with pleasure. Ecstasy started to build within me, and I became a man possessed, someone driven to fuck her no matter what.

  Thrust, thrust, thrust.

  The only sounds filling the room were her moans and the slap of my balls against her ass. She shuddered and screamed my name loudly. I felt her clit spasm underneath me, and I knew that she’d come. It was all I needed to come as well, my balls released their load, and my cum finding its way deep inside her.

  It felt so fucking fantastic.

  Normally, I’d never go bareback, but I trusted Selena; trusted her when she said she was on the pill. Besides, once I knew she was a virgin, coming inside of her was the only thing I could think of. I’d wanted to claim her, make her mine, and now I had.

  She shivered again underneath me as I slipped out and grabbed some Kleenex off the table to clean myself off. Then I slid my boxers and pants back on. Selena sprawled against the desk, her body still limp from her orgasm. I leaned down once I was settled and brushed her hair back from her face.

  “Was that a good first time?”

  “Is it always like that?” she asked, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

  “When it’s with me, it is. I promise you that,” I kissed her cheek. “Get cleaned up and keep working, Tiger. This weekend though, I have everything planned for us. Don’t you worry about it. In fact, don’t worry about anything. This is our secret, our passion to share. And the merger and Tammy… All of it. It will survive this too.”

  “Hope so.”

  “I’ll make it so.”

  ***

  That Friday afternoon, I was preparing to leave my office. I’d given Selena the address to meet me at in Brooklyn for dinner and the rest of my surprises. I had quite the weekend planned, especially because I knew Tammy had gone out of town to California with her mother. That would probably alleviate some of her guilt and hesitation. My tiger loved to let go in the moment, but I could tell that the shadow of doubt was creeping over her expression even as we’d cleaned up the other day. I understood the feeling, but I wasn’t going to sacrifice the first thing that had made me feel truly alive in years over fears.

  I wasn’t going to let this hurt Tammy. I loved my daughter more than anything, but I could compartmentalize my life. I could do what made me happy with Selena, even if she was Tammy’s best friend, but I could also have my affair with my tiger. I was a master of publishing, a titan of industry in New York, damn it. Men like me never had to pay penalties. That was for mortal men.

  Men who didn’t have much left in their bank accounts at the end of the month.

  A knock on my office door startled me out of my thoughts. I frowned when it turned out to be Jonathan poking his head into my office. He’d been giving me withering glances all week. I wasn’t an idiot, and I’d worked with my right-hand for decades. I knew when he wanted to take me to task. Frankly, it was why I kept him around. A CEO who only surrounded himself with “Yes Men” became a CEO who was out on his ass and broke.

  That didn’t mean I wanted to be grilled with whatever concern over the Orbit merger he was harboring.

  “I have early dinner plans.”

  Jonathan stalked into the room and shut the door behind himself.

  Oh, he knew. He definitely knew.

  “That’s why I have to talk to you, Brandon. What the hell are you thinking?”

  I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not going to pretend that I’m dense about what you mean. So, you’ve figured out that things between Selena Cole and me over at Swagger are less than professional?”

  “Yes.”

  “My personal business isn’t part of your job, Jonathan.”

  “Yes,” he said, shaking his head. “But this is more than just where you wet your dick. This is about doing something very stupid with a friend of your daughter’s.”

  “How dare you say that about Selena.” I clenched my jaw and reminded myself that the last thing I needed to do was slug my best friend. That would be a scene I couldn’t explain away. But the asshole had said something unforgivable about Selena; implied she was some goddamn pump and dump when she was anything but. “She’s not just some whore.”

  “I didn’t say that, exactly, but it’s what it looks like, man. You look like you had a mid-life crisis, and now you’re jeopardizing everything this company was built for, everything we’ve all wanted. Do you know how crazy this looks? Orbit already has a reputation for being tight European asses. If it gets out to them what you’re doing, they’ll dump any chance to merge with us. It’ll be far too tabloid-esque for them.”

  “No one is going to find out.”

  Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “You say that, but does that mean everyone?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “You really think that Tammy’s so dumb that she won’t put the pieces together? Hell, you and I both know that Mel’s as suspicious as they come. You think she’ll miss a trick? Seriously? You don’t like it when I imply that Selena’s just another piece of ass—”

  “She’s not!” I slammed my fist down on the desk. “She isn’t.”

  “Seriously, Brandon. This isn’t going anywhere. This isn’t going to go anywhere. All it’s going to do is have the potential to ruin a billion-dollar merger and your relationship with your family.” He blanched. “Okay, what’s left of it where Melanie is concerned.”

  “So, is this about the bottom line?”

  Jonathan shook his head. “This is about far more than that. I know how hard you’ve worked to have Tammy back in your life after the mother of all bitter divorces. Fucking The War of the Roses had nothing on you and Mel. Don’t fuck this all up because you’re, well, fucking it all up.”

  I clenched my jaw and cycled through my thoughts before I replied, “I don’t want to hurt Tammy. I couldn’t give a shit about Melanie.”

  He snorted. “That woman is like a fire-breathing dragon. I don’t know why you ever married her.”

  “
She wasn’t always like that. I think, to be fair, she hardened up because I was always gone.”

  “Her being a raging bitch is not your fault. I have just seen how much you’ve built up man, what you have now with your daughter, and what we could have if Orbit signs. To lose that because you can’t keep it in your pants is crazy.”

  “It’s not like that.”

  Jonathan considered my words and narrowed his eyes. “Do you love her?”

  “It’s too early for that. All I know is that I care about her in a way I haven’t cared about a woman since Mel and I started dating eons ago. She makes me feel alive and satisfied, like everything really is enough.” I raked a hand through my hair. “I’m always grasping for the new thing, always trying to conquer the next challenge. I don’t know, man, but when I have Selena in my arms, I feel complete. And that’s a feeling I’m not willing to give up.”

  He nodded and let out a long breath. “All right, I trust you know what you’re doing. Your instincts have always been right before. I worry, but this is the best I can do. I just… Don’t mess this up. There are over five thousand employees with fortunes that depend on yours too. Just be smart, and I hope that Selena is worth it.”

  I sighed and then nodded. “I’m not sure if she is yet; I just know that she feels right, and I have to trust that.”

  Chapter Seven

  Selena

  I had to blink when I entered the restaurant. It was a pleasant bar converted from an old cannery out there by Brooklyn. The red brick was crumbling just a bit in a few places, and you could feel the history of the whole place. It was the type of bar the average hipster would flock to—full of organic and fresh raised everything, but still not exactly what I would have pegged as a choice for Brandon. Somehow, I expected our biggest date yet to be out to some fancy place in Manhattan, with prime rib more expensive than what I made in a day at work or something French. To be at a contempo casual bar was actually a refreshing change of pace from what I’d thought.

  He stood up at the corner table he’d been seated in and pulled my chair back for me. It made me smile. It was the little gentlemanly things that got to me. Kevin had never pulled out my chair or held open a door. It was all the kinds of stuff you did see guys around West Virginia do, and I guess at least among the rich and upper-crusty, it was still traditional too.

  Sitting down, I brushed my hair back out of my face and shivered a little. I’d worn my favorite little red dress that hugged my curves in all the right ways. It was sleeveless, unfortunately, so that left me with goosebumps spreading across my upper arms. To me, it never seemed like restaurants or movie theaters kept enough heat on. They always blasted the AC, which left me chilly. Then again, watching Brandon lick his lips as he evaluated me was worth it.

  Left me wet and ready for him already.

  I crossed my legs under the table, even as liquid pooled against the satin of my new panties.

  “You look amazing.”

  “You don’t look bad yourself.”

  I meant that. His salt and pepper hair was tousled just so, and it looked wet from a shower. I assumed some kind of gel was involved in that “I don’t care look,” but it worked for him. He was still sporting his five o’clock shadow, and I desperately wanted to lick patterns across his stubble. I’d have to save that for later. It was the kind of thing that would probably get me kicked out of the bar. Probably.

  But it would be worth it.

  We exchanged pleasantries at first and placed our order. Once the wine and oysters Rockefeller appetizers came, we were able to relax with one another. I was still coiled up tightly from work, from the next piece I was working on, and he seemed a bit distracted tonight, like he needed a few glasses of merlot to unwind. So far, whenever I’d been near Brandon, he’d appeared to be the ultimate alpha, always in control. I wanted to ask him what was bothering him, but I wasn’t even sure it was my place. After all, I couldn’t even define our relationship.

  We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. He hadn’t given me anything—nor did I want bribes to stay with him—so I wasn’t some gold digger with a sugar daddy. It wasn’t booty calls, not when he was taking me out on a date. I was thinking it was mostly a disaster waiting to happen, but Hallmark didn’t exactly make cards for that type of relationship either.

  “Are you okay?” I finally asked as I brought an oyster to my lips.

  “I’m fine. It’s just been a long day. My CFO had some concerns over the Orbit merger. That was all. What about you? You seem quiet too.”

  “Well, to be honest. This is kind of the first date we’ve had.”

  “I sat next to you at the Vera Wang show and introduced you to most of the fashion movers and shakers there. That counts as a date. It made page six.”

  I snorted. “I know, but this seems so… Uh, don’t take this the wrong way, but this feels normal.”

  He brought his hand to his chest in mock indignation. “Are you saying I’m weird?”

  “I’m saying this whole situation has been highly unusual. Even if my best friend wasn’t your daughter.” I had lowered my voice when saying that last point. “Even if that wasn’t part of it, we’re the types.”

  He whispered back to me, “To have wild fuck sessions in an office or dressing room.”

  I blushed and then nodded. “Pretty much. Not that I don’t appreciate the change of pace.” I punctuated my point by smiling when the waiter brought me my chicken and Brandon his steak. “Still, I guess I know how to act when you seduce me. I’m not sure I know what you want from me on a date.”

  “There’s nothing to do or any test to pass,” he replied. “I just want to get to know you more, Tiger. I figured a date would be a good start for that.”

  “Then cheers,” I said, clanking my wine glass against his. “So, what do you want to know about me?”

  “Well, I know where you work, at least for now. I know that you’re a good person or Tammy wouldn’t give you the time of day.”

  “See, then this might be a short day.”

  He grinned, a wolfish expression, and then licked his lips. “There are some advantages to that. What about you though, Selena. What made you come to New York City? Why are you working so hard to get into fashion journalism?”

  I sighed and started picking at the napkin on my lap. I tried not to think of the small, burned-out town I’d fled the minute I graduated high school. I definitely didn’t want to focus on my mom, who’d had me at seventeen and become a meth addict about a dozen years later. There was nothing left for me back in West Virginia. It was make it in New York or bust, and I had to make it. No matter the cost.

  And, no, I’d never make the mistakes my mother did.

  “I’m from nowhere basically; some town in West Virginia so tiny that you can barely find it on actual maps. No GPS finds it. I was happy to see it out of the cab’s rearview mirror. Let me put it that way.”

  He nodded and cut into his steak. “I know what that’s like.”

  “Huh?”

  “I was hardly born with a silver spoon, Tiger. I’m from West Liberty, Ohio. It’s a quaint enough town, has a few antique shops downtown, and is the type of place with stone geese who get decorated every season. They wear raincoats in April and Santa hats in December.”

  “Why would you do that?”

  “Because there’s nothing to do there but that. Oh, and bake pies. My mom was a county champion in blueberry. It wasn’t bad back there, but it was boring, not my thing. So, I came here too when I graduated college, and I never looked back.”

  I blinked back at him. Frankly, I’d assumed he’d been a Park Avenue guy his whole life. “Do you ever miss it? The small town, the lack of pressure?”

  “I loved my mom. Dad died overseas in the military when I was still a kid. I visited Mom till she died when I was about thirty. Damn how much she loved smoking, you know?”

  I swallowed hard and took his hand. “That’s awful.”

  “But I built a life here. I had somet
hing great for a while with my first wife. It went south, but I got Tammy out of it. I built a company I’m proud of—that anyone would be proud of. To be honest, if you asked me a few weeks ago, I’d say I had no regrets at all.”

  “What changed?”

  “You did,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. “For a while, I was enjoying my life, reveling in what I had.”

  I sighed. “You mean enjoying different women every night. I… Mrs. Stewart wasn’t delicate about that part when she said she’d heard rumors about you that night at Vera Wang, that it was basically what she’d expect.”

  He placed one hand over my own. “You need to know that I feel different about you. I don’t know if I have words for it. I’m not sure if I want to label it yet, but you’re more than just some girl from a Rolodex.”

  “What’s a Rolodex?”

  He laughed. “Fine—from Tinder and swiping right. I forget how young you are sometimes.”

  “And you’re maybe a little old,” I said. Then, winking, I picked an onion straw off of his plate. “I mean, in a year or two, you’ll have a cane.”

  “I will not!”

  “Maybe,” I said. “I guess then you know exactly what I’m feeling, what I want. Maybe it’s the same story for the millions of people who flock here. I want to be something and never have to go back to my shitty town. And…”

  “‘If you make it here, you can make it anywhere?’” he asked wryly.

  “Basically.”

  “Then, and I’d say this even if you weren’t the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen...”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Duncan,” I said, bringing my tone down to a sultry alto.

  “I know that look; that burning need for recognition. I’ve seen hundreds of new hires. The ones that last, the ones who make a dent at my company, have that hunger too.”