BARE: The Bad Boy’s Baby

by Ana Sparks

  He shook his head slowly. “I won’t go into too much detail, but let’s just say that after being beaten up by one too many foster fathers, I was glad when I was old enough to get out of the system and start looking after myself.”

  Jen could’ve cried for the little boy she saw in her mind. It broke her heart to think that Dan had suffered so horribly at the hands of the very people who were supposed to protect him.

  “Oh my God, Dan. I’m so sorry.”

  “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Jen. Besides, at least it taught me how to fight. That’s the reason I’m so good at what I do now. Illegal boxing might not be the best thing in the world, but it pays well, and it's all I have.”

  Jen was almost desperate to change the subject. “How about I make us some coffee? I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a hot drink. It’ll have to be decaf though, for the baby’s sake.”

  “Coffee sounds like a great idea to me. What can I do to help?”

  “You can come to the kitchen and keep me company while I make it.”

  They both got up from the couch and made their way to the enormous kitchen.

  “Unless you drink your coffee black, we’ll have to use powdered creamer,” Jen said. “We’ll need to go shopping tomorrow and get some supplies.”

  She busied herself with putting water in the coffee pot and grinding up some coffee beans that she retrieved from the large, walk-in pantry.

  Dan took a seat at the kitchen table and watched her while she worked. “You’ll have to show me where everything is so that I can at least pitch in and help. I don’t expect you to wait on me, Jen. Especially not in your condition.”

  It wasn't the first time he had mentioned her pregnancy, but Jen felt her nerves start to escalate as she wondered what he actually thought about her being pregnant with his child. She still wasn’t completely sure how she felt about it herself either, in all honesty.

  “I know that what you do is ultimately your decision, Jen, but I want to be a part of my child’s life. I don’t want my son or daughter to grow up without a father like I did.”

  Jen watched in amazement as Dan’s eyes seemed to shine with tears. She hadn't been expecting him to react like that, and it almost brought her to tears seeing it.

  “Whatever you decide to do, Jen, will you please consider the fact that you won’t be doing it alone. Please remember that, before you make a final decision on whether or not you have this baby.”

  She had to clear her throat before she could talk, the sentiment behind his words filling her with an emotion she had never felt before and couldn’t put a name to.

  “I have no intention of getting rid of this baby, Dan. I promise you that. Having a termination or putting the baby up for adoption is something that hasn’t crossed my mind once. The way I see things, there are only two options: have the baby and be a single parent, or have a baby that has two parents who love it dearly and who are both taking an active role in raising it.”

  “You really mean that, don’t you?” Dan’s voice was happy and surprised. His eyes shone, not only with tears but with a happiness she guessed he hadn't felt very often, and in that moment she became more determined than ever to stick by him, no matter what happened.

  “Of course I mean it, Dan. One thing you’re going to find out about me is that I always say what I mean and mean what I say. I don’t play games, especially with regards to people’s emotions, and most definitely not about something as important as a child’s life.”

  She paused briefly, making sure that she worded what she was about to say carefully. “We don’t have to be a couple for us to be good parents, Dan, so I don’t want you to think that I’m angling for you to commit to me. So long as you’re committed to our child, that’s all I ask for.”

  Dan was visibly moved and unable to respond to what she’d said straight away. When he could talk, all he could manage were two simple words. “Thank you.”

  “Is it just me, or has it gotten cold in here?” Jen said, sensing that it was time to change the subject. The air really had gone chilly, and she had a sinking feeling that the furnace she had been telling her father to replace for years had finally given up.

  He nodded and got to his feet. “How about we go and see what’s wrong? I’ve been known to be handy when it comes to repairs.”

  “That sounds like a good idea to me. The temperature is supposed to plummet tonight, so I really don’t want to be without any kind of heating.”

  They left the living room and made their way down to the basement where Dan spent the best part of an hour trying his damnedest to get the furnace working again.

  Eventually, he sat back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his brow, giving a sigh of defeat. “I give up. I don’t know what’s wrong with the thing.”

  He looked genuinely upset at the fact that he hadn't been able to get it working again, and Jen was quick to put him at ease.

  “Hey, at least you tried. I wouldn’t have known where to begin. There should be some wood out in the shed, so how about we go out there and grab a pile? We can get a fire started in the lounge and huddle up under some blankets for the night. The couch in there is huge, so we should be comfortable enough.”

  “Okay, but don’t think that you’re going to be lifting any wood. Just show me where it is and I’ll bring it in, okay?” His tone of voice brooked no argument, and Jen felt her insides glow at the way he cared.

  They made their way outside, shivering against the cold wind, and Jen wished that she’d thought to put on a jacket. Thankfully, the shed wasn’t situated too far from the back of the house. It didn’t take Dan long to load up the large bucket that Jen had given him, and as he was doing that, she went back indoors to stack some kindling and bunched-up newspapers in the fireplace.

  “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

  Jen jumped as Dan came into the room.

  “Just a few dozen times or so,” she said with a laugh. “That damned furnace has been on the fritz for years, but persuading my father to replace it is like asking for the moon on a stick. He might be wealthy, but he can be the world’s biggest scrooge sometimes.”

  “Here, let me do that.” He reached down and helped her to her feet, taking her place on the hearth and finishing the task of setting the fire.

  “Okay, let’s see if this works.” He took the matches that Jen handed to him, striking four of them before the newspaper and kindling spluttered to life. They held their breath as the wood finally caught, and then they both gave a whoop of triumph.

  “Now that’s what you call teamwork,” Dan said, and Jen laughed gleefully. “Whoever said that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks had never met me, had they?”

  She laughed again. “Are you calling yourself a dog, or are you calling yourself old? You’re neither as far as I can tell. And yes, that was me paying you a compliment, but don’t let it go to your head, okay?”

  “I promise to do my best not to let that happen.” Dan said, still laughing as he got to his feet. “So, now that the fire's lit, what’s next on the agenda?”

  “It’s going to take a while to warm up, so I say we go and grab some blankets.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Dan and Jen walked up the mansion’s grand staircase, and Jen led the way to a walk-in linen closet that could easily have housed a bed. A short time later, arms piled high with pillows and knitted blankets, they made their way back down to the living room.

  “Let’s pull the couches a little closer to the fire, Dan. This room is way too big to feel any kind of warmth sitting where they are now.”

  Together they pulled a large couch close enough to feel the heat from the now blazing fire. Jen started to walk towards the other couch to do the same thing when Dan interrupted her.

  “This one’s huge. There’s plenty of room for us both to use the same couch, unless you’d rather sit on your own?”

  Jen had been thinking the same thing; she just hadn’t wanted to see
m pushy or presumptuous. “That sounds just fine to me.”

  “Good. Would it bother you if I took this shirt off though? I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to get a little warm under that blanket.” He stripped off his shirt, Jen openly ogling him before realizing what she was doing and quickly turning away.

  They settled on the couch, Dan at one end and Jen the other. They shook open a blanket and draped it across their legs, giving a mutual sigh of bliss as the warmth seeped into their cold bodies.

  “Much better,” Jen said, resting her head on the arm of the couch and feeling suddenly exhausted.

  “You can say that again,” Dan said. “Have you still got those goofy slippers on?”

  Jen laughed as she felt him feeling for her foot beneath the cover. “Yes, I do. What can I say? They're comfortable.”

  They resumed their lighthearted conversation from earlier, but now there seemed to be an undercurrent of desire permeating the room. Jen tried her hardest to ignore it, making sure not to look at Dan’s naked chest while he talked. She thought she was doing pretty good, until he reached down and took hold of one of her ankles, lifting her leg so that it was draped across his lap.

  “W-what are you doing?” She asked him, a little catch in her voice.

  “I’m trying to help you relax.” He started to gently rub her calf, kneading the flesh firmly and sending tingles of awareness racing through her body. “You’re wound tighter than a drum. If you’re not careful, you’re gonna get a cramp.” His fingers continued to work their magic while he spoke.

  Jen gave up trying to fight the sensations and the effect he was having on her, and sank back into the cushions with a sigh.

  “Is this okay for you?” he asked, and all Jen could do was nod in response. Pausing briefly, Dan reached over her legs to the coffee table and retrieved the remote control before passing it to her.

  “Put some music on, that way the sound of our heavy breathing won’t be quite so distracting.” He said the words jokingly, but Jen knew that there was a definite ring of truth to them.

  With soft music playing in the background, Dan carried on rubbing until all of her muscles were warm and loose. Then he shifted his position slightly and reached for her other leg, giving it the same treatment and making Jen’s body melt.

  “Does that feel good?” His tone was deep and husky, and Jen’s heart rate kicked up another notch.

  She nodded her head and closed her eyes. “Yes. Very.”

  “It feels good to me, too.” His hands were rubbing more gently now, and kneading the flesh further up her legs, just past her knees.

  She was finding it more and more difficult to breathe; she could feel her nipples hardening and her clit starting to throb. With another ragged sigh, she gave up all pretense of not wanting the inevitable to happen.

  She stretched out on the couch, moving her legs so that they were both draped across his lap, and brushing a foot gently over his crotch. Dan's sharp intake of breath, coupled with the hard bulge that her foot felt, let her know just how much he wanted her, and she smiled as she rubbed her foot against him one more time.

  “Shit, Jen. If you wanted me to go slow, then you’re really not helping.” As he spoke, he took hold of one of her feet and ground it down into his crotch with a groan.

  “Can you feel how badly I want to make love to you? How much I want to rip those sweatpants off you and ram my cock inside you?”

  Jen’s nerves, if she’d had any, had all but disappeared, and she smiled seductively at him. “Don’t just talk about it. Do it.”

  With a growl, Dan leaned forward, pushing her legs apart as he moved. Placing his hands on the waistband of her sweats, he pulled them down and off in one fluid movement, leaving the bottom half of her naked to his eyes.

  Jen reached down and took hold of the bottom of her top and, arching her back, she pulled it up over her head and dropped it on the floor, then unhooked her bra and threw it as well.

  Dan leaned back a little, looking at her through hooded eyes. “Wow. You really know how to impress a man, don’t you?”

  He reached forward and placed his palms over her breasts, kneading them softly and pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

  She couldn’t believe that she was letting him do this to her. He was on the run, for God’s sake, and she was aiding him! But somehow, the thought of how taboo it was, coupled with the fact that they were a couple of fugitives, just seemed to serve as more of a turn on to her.

  She groaned as he tweaked her nipples a little harder, sending shock waves of pleasure racing through her body.

  He gave an answering groan from deep in his throat. “Ah. You like that, huh?”

  All Jen could do was nod her head in response, all rational thoughts leaving her in a rush as he did it again, only harder.

  He moved off the couch to kneel beside it, his head level with Jen’s chest. Holding one of her breasts up to his face, he opened his mouth and clamped his lips around her pert nipple, flicking his tongue over the peak and nibbling gently with his front teeth.

  “Oh God, that feels so good.” Jen's words were breathless as she felt her clit swell and tingle.

  She shifted position slightly, trying to make it a little more bearable, but if her pussy didn’t get some attention soon, she thought she was going to scream.

  Without even thinking about it, one of her hands made its way down her body, while the other tangled itself in Dan’s hair, holding him to her breast as he carried on playing with her nipple. She slid a finger between her folds, finding her swollen clit and applying just enough pressure to alleviate the ache.

  Pulling his mouth away from her, Dan looked sideways to watch what she was doing.

  “There’s a good girl.” His words were husky with desire as his own hand went to the waistband of his sweat pants, pushing them down over his hips and allowing his erect cock to spring eagerly free.

  Jen gulped as she looked at his rock hard shaft, still amazed that he’d managed to fit it inside her the last time they’d had sex. He was huge in both length and girth, and just looking at him made her mouth water with desire.

  Dan saw her expression and grinned down at her. “It’s going to be so good when I fuck you.” His words sent yet another frisson of longing through her body.

  He wrapped a fist around his length as he spoke, stroking himself as he watched her rub at her clit. She gazed, mesmerized, at the bead of pre-come that had appeared, and licked her lips greedily.

  “Can I taste you?” She asked, almost tentatively.

  In answer, Dan shifted position, kneeling up straighter so that his cock was level with her head.

  “Open your mouth, baby.” He guided himself to her lips, and she could feel the heat emanating from his shaft even before it reached her mouth.

  Her tongue poked out from between her lips, and he aimed his cock directly for it so that she could lap up the pre-come. His body shuddered as she rolled her tongue over his engorged head before reaching her head forwards to suck him into her warm, wet mouth.

  “Oh, fuck. Yeah, just like that.”

  He felt like steel velvet between her lips, and Jen loved the masculine taste of him as she tightened her lips around him and started to slowly suck. All thoughts of touching herself disappeared as she concentrated on pleasuring him. Her hand came up to cup his balls, and she sucked him in as deep as she could, tightening her lips around his girth and flicking her tongue over the swollen tip.

  He put both his hands in her hair, and as she was sucking him in and out he moved his pelvis so that his cock went even deeper. Jen could feel him touching the back of her throat, and she opened her mouth up as far as she could, intent on taking him as deep as possible. She wrapped her small fist around him, stroking him in perfect rhythm with her mouth.

  She felt Dan’s fingers teasing her nipples again, moving from one breast to the other as he lavished attention on them. Without moving her mouth away, she took her hand and grabbed hol
d of his wrist, pushing his hand down her body until it was positioned over the mound of her pussy.

  “Ah, is this what you want?” He accompanied his words by applying pressure with the palm of his hand. Jen moaned, still not prepared to give up sucking his cock.

  “Or maybe it’s this.” His middle finger found her clit and he rolled the digit around over her sensitive nub, making her arch up off the couch, all thoughts of sucking him flying out of her head.

  “Oh shit! Yes!” She gasped the words out, unsuccessfully trying to regain some semblance of control over herself and her body. “God, Dan! Don’t stop, please!”

  “I have to stop, baby.” She gave a groan of disappointment, and he laughed softly. “I have to stop if you want to feel my cock inside of you.”

  Jen groaned again, but this time it was a groan of longing as his words made her clit throb and her pussy ache.

  “Please.” She gasped, as he slid a finger deep inside her. “Fuck me, Dan. Please.”

  He laughed again. “Not yet. I need to taste you first.”

  He took hold of her legs and swung them around and off the couch so that she was in a semi-sitting position with him kneeling between her legs. He ran his hands up her legs, pushing them wider apart before reaching the apex between her thighs, and then bent his head and slowly lapped at her clit with his warm tongue.

  He gave an appreciative moan, raising his head slightly to look at her. “You taste like honey.” He ran his tongue over his lips. “And already so wet for me.” His head went back down and he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking gently as his tongue rolled around it.

  Jen thought she was going to die from a pleasure overload, and her hands found their way to his hair again, pulling his face into her even harder. He gave another muffled groan of pleasure, and then she felt his fingers probing her open slit before he slid one finger deep inside of her.

  “Oh my God! Harder, Dan.” She gave him breathless instructions, her body desperate to find some kind of release. “Deeper! Please don’t stop!”

  Eager to oblige, Dan inserted another finger, and then started to finger fuck her mercilessly, all the while licking and sucking on her clit.