Big Bad Daddies

by J. L. Beck

  The sound of a chair thumping against the wall in my father offices had both Knox and I gravitating towards the entrance to his office.

  “Harder Mr. Thompkins…” My eyes grew to the size of saucers and before I could stop myself I was pushing the door open, and crossing the threshold. I knew that voice, and the body it was attached too.

  “What the fuck…” My father growled, trying to cover himself and Kelly, Knox’s ex-wife. A wave of nauses and dizziness rushed through me and I gripped onto Knox’s shoulder for strength.

  “Actually it should be me who is saying what the fuck, since you’re supposed to be my business partner and friend…” Knox’s rugged face was void of all emotion but I could tell he pissed off over what we both had discovered.

  “Get out, both of you. Get out now.” Kelly tried to shoo us away, her cheeks growing pink with embrassement.

  “Did you forget about your meeting with Knox and I next door?” I narrowed my eyes at my father, trying to dismiss the fact that he was fucking Knox’s ex wife.

  “Ahhh, yes I’m sorry sweetheart.” My father’s expression softened and I almost felt back because I knew we were going to break his heart soon.

  Kelly pushed off of my father, and adjusted her skirt, a smirk playing at her lips, “I don’t know why you’re so upset Knox. You knocked up his daughter so it’s only fair that he gets to knock up your ex-wife, right?”

  Fire filled my veins and as badly as I tried to stop myself I couldn’t. Within seconds I was crossing the room, my fists swinging as anger coursed through my body. My knuckles grazed the bridge of her nose, and when she expelled a scream of pain I relished in it.

  Knox was on me before I could do anything else, his strong arms wrapping around my middle, gently, and protectively.

  “You’re pregnant…” My father’s voice wobbled, as he turned away from me, covering his exposed parts. It was weird to be having this conversation with him when he had been interrupted while screwing one of the people I hated most.

  “Yes, Knox and I have been seeing each other for awhile…” Anger swirled in his once soft eyes, and I knew he was going to say something that would end us both.

  “In my office, my business…” He narrowed his eyes at Knox. “Behind my back…” Venom filled his words.

  “Our business…” Knox corrected him and then smiled, before continuing, “I guess we’re even now aren’t we?” The muscles in my father’s jaw tightened and I wondered if for a second he was going to explode on us.

  “Even? Not yet, but I will be soon…” My father’s eyes cut to me, “and you, I’m so disappointed in your Meghan, you could’ve done so many things with your life, but instead you got wrapped up in him.”

  There was smugness in his words that I didn’t like, “he cares about me, and that’s all that matters. We’re going to have this baby together and be a couple, in fact, were getting married.” I shoved my hand out to show him the two-carat engagement ring that Knox had given me.

  Our relationship wasn’t perfect, and it was rocky at times but love was never easy if it was worth it.

  Kelly sucked in a loud breathe, “we’ve barely finalized our divorce Knox, how could you?” Coldness washed over me as I looked her in the eyes.

  “I’ve loved Meghan since she was a little girl, but I never acted on my feelings because it felt wrong, even when she was a teenager. Now she’s old enough to make her own choices, and I won’t let anyone, not even you stand in the way of us, our baby, and our future.” Knox held me together, his lips against the back of my head as he spoke.

  “Get out of my office.” My father ordered, his eyes furious, and swirling with hate, and rage. Sadness consumed me and tears filled my eyes. Knox guided us to the door, but right before either of us could move across the threshold and out the door we heard my father’s final words.

  “This isn’t over Knox. Not by a long shot.” I swallowed hard, knowing that it wasn’t over, at least not really. It was merely the start to something new. A new life, a new love.

  Hung

  A Secret Baby Romance

  J.L. Beck

  Zane’s lips pressed against mine urgently, as our hands pulled at the clothing we were wearing. He had my dress off of me in record time and I had his pants unbuttoned and down to his ankles faster than I ever had before.

  My hands snaked under his polo shirt, my fingers gliding across all six-chiseled abs. Zane was gorgeous, his blond hair was just long enough for me to pull at while he was between my legs devouring my pussy and his eyes were a mixture of green and blue that reminded me of seaweed that had just washed up on the beach. His strong fingers possessed me, playing me like an instrument and I never wanted the song to end.

  “Zane…” his name fell from my lips on a sigh. He smirked like the asshole he was, all while knowing how weak I was for him. I could never say no to him, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. He always had a way of undressing me before I could get a single word out.

  “Brooke baby…” he moaned, my nails digging into his backside as he peppered my chest with kisses. I was melting into the mattress. I had come to tell him we couldn’t do this anymore and look where it got me.

  Naked, on his bed, and at his mercy.

  “We can’t keep doing this Zane.” I tried to fight the lust and pleasure that was rushing through my veins. Zane pulled away ever so slightly, his lips leaving my skin and sending a ripple of goosebumps over my chest. He stared down at me with so many emotions swimming in his eyes.

  “I’m not giving up what I have with you. I don’t care if it’s wrong. Not when it feels so right.” He smirked, his cock pressing against my entrance and making my already wet core convulse with excitement. We’ve had sex three other times aside from this and each time things seemed to get better and better. I was at fault as much as he was since I strutted around the house we shared in barely any clothing.

  “I agree but…” I couldn’t even get the words out that I wanted to say. Zane shut me right up, his cock slipping between my wet folds without warning. My head tipped back and my lips parted as pleasure rocked through me.

  “You can’t resist my cock Brooke. Just like I can’t resist your pussy. They were made for each other.” He growled in my ear as his spicy cinnamon scent filled my nostrils, every thrust deep inside of me making me forget all logic.

  “Oh God!!!” My back arched against the mattress and my heels dug deeper into his backside urging him to fuck me harder. His hands slipped underneath my back holding me in place as he pumped in and out of me.

  “Next time you consider ending this…” He slammed into me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Remember this….” He rolled his hips, his cock brushing against my g-spot. God, he was hung and he knew exactly how to use his cock for his own benefit and well, clearly mine as well.

  “Ahhh…” Butterflies erupted in my belly as my pussy squeezed his length in a vice-like grip, a hiss of pleasure slipping from his lips.

  “That’s right Brooke baby, remember who it is that fucks you like this…” Another thrust and then another, his thumb honing in on my clit rubbing furious circles against it. All the air left my lungs as my body seemed to rise up, heat rushing through my veins as waves of pleasure slammed into me like waves against the beach. My nails scratched at Zane’s perfectly sculpted back.

  I can’t give this up, this pleasure….

  Zane’s moans of pleasure filled my ears, pushing me further over the edge, heightening my already hot as hell climax. Zane’s fingers dug into my hips as he thrust one last time, his hot semen filling me to the brim. I relaxed against the mattress, relishing in the feeling of Zane’s body against mine, the beating of his heart matching the rhythm of my own.

  “You want to give this up…?” Zane’s seductive voice whispered in my ear. His breaths were uneven just like my own and as I turned my head to meet his eyes I nearly came undone. He was staring at me like I was his reason to breathe, eat, and sleep. Like the world tu
rned in his eyes because of me.

  “I don’t want to give this up Zane but I know as soon as our parents discover what we’re doing, it’s all going to go to shit. They’re going to separate us.” I couldn’t hide the fear from my voice. I couldn’t lose Zane. Before this he had been my best friend, until our parents decided to get married my senior of high school.

  “We’re adults Brooke….” His touch set my soul on fire, one of his fingers trailed tenderly against my jaw coming to a stop against my bottom lip.

  “I know that, but they pay for my college…” I had so much more that I wanted to say, needed to say, but I stopped dead in my tracks. Zane was five years older than me and held a high-ranking position at his father’s office. He had more than enough money to pay for my college and then some, the problem was letting him.

  “We don’t need them.” He nipped at my earlobe. His persuasion was in the things he could do with his mouth, cock, and fingers and he had persuaded me in more ways than one.

  His firm lips slipped down to the skin below my ear, sucking furiously at my flesh, making my already worked over body ache more.

  “Zane….” I had to stop this, even if I didn’t want to. It was wrong and not just because our parents didn’t know.

  “Don’t tell me to stop….” His voice cracked as he pulled away slowly, his seaweed blue eyes staring into my hazel ones. He was pleading with me, on the verge of begging me to say yes to him and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t and not because I didn’t want to, but because sometimes the biggest temptations came with the worst punishment.

  “We can’t.” The words fell from my lips and I regretted them almost as soon as they came out. Zane clenched his handsome jaw, pushing from the bed, leaving me cold and alone. He placed his swollen cock in his jeans, buttoning them, my eyes dropping to the place where his throbbing member had just been.

  “I fucking love you Brooke.” The words hung in the air between us.

  “No you don’t Zane. You love the idea of us. No one even knows about us, we’re a secret.” I tried to convince him differently hoping what I said would change his mind. It seemed to do anything but that.

  “Then I’ll tell everyone. I’ll make our relationship public.” There was so much conviction in his words that I knew what he said was true. He would tell everyone and even though I wasn’t ashamed of being with him, I knew that our parents would be. I knew that nothing but backlash would come to both of us.

  “We can’t do this again.” Zane’s face constricted with pain, his fists clenched at his sides. All the muscles in his body tensed as he stared down at me.

  “It doesn’t change anything Brooke. I still know your body’s reaction to mine. I still know how weak I make you. I still know you crave my cock like I crave your pussy.” He licked his lips taking a deafening step toward me. I grabbed the sheet next to me, holding up one of my hands to stop him, begging him to listen to me with my eyes. This couldn’t work, no matter how much both of us wanted it to.

  “It changes everything Zane. We’re done.” I held back the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes. Zane shook his head, an angry scowl marring his features. He plucked his white t-shirt up off the floor and turned walking toward the door.

  Zane had been my first kiss, my first fuck, my first everything. Giving him up was like giving up a piece of my soul.

  “I’ll prove you wrong, Brooke, baby. I’ll make you wither, beg, and plead for my cock next time, and when I finally give it to you, you’ll understand just how good we are together.”

  The sound of the door slamming as he walked away echoed through my mind. Had I just made the worst decision of my life?

  Brooke listened to our fucking parents too much, always trying to be the perfect person and do the right thing. We both knew the consequences of what would happen if they ever found out about us, so what was the problem now?

  I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel of my BMW. I wasn’t the type of man to wait but I waited for Brooke, knowing that if anyone had the power to make me love it would be her. The feelings she gave me were pure joy. The sex we shared was just an added bonus.

  I watched eagerly as she left the house we shared together. Our parents thought it was a good idea to shove us together so that they could do their own thing. I snickered. Little did they know it had lead Brooke and me to fucking. Yeah we had started out as friends, but things soon changed not long after that. Brooke was still young though, so knowing her mother like I did, I knew if she found out she would throw a fit of epic proportions. My father would then have to make things right, and that would hurt Brooke and me.

  As I watched her cross the street and head onto campus property, my body begged me to go to her. Her hips swayed with every step she took. Her beautiful brown hair that seemed to have a red tint to it when the sun hit it just right shimmered in the sunlight.

  I squeezed the steering wheel, forcing myself to stay in my car. I had given her two days without my presence. Forty-eight long hours to think over what she had said to me, to reconsider things between us and yet here she was acting as if she wasn’t struggling to get through each day without me.

  My eyes dropped to the watch at my wrist and then back up to the place where Brooke had just been standing. She was long gone, probably entering the south hall to go to her English classes.

  “Fuck…” The words came out in a hiss. I wanted the moment to last longer. Going without her touch, without hearing her voice, it made me crazy. I knew long ago that she had imbedded herself underneath my skin but I never knew how bad it was until I was forced to let go of her.

  The sex we shared didn’t seem to make it better either. It just encouraged the need to possess her. When I was deep inside her, my cock spreading her wide open and piercing her soul, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I knew then that she was it for me, it was a shame she hadn’t come to that conclusion yet.

  I would make her see it though; that there was nothing her mother or my father could do to keep us apart, just like there was nothing Brooke or I could do to stop them from getting married.

  Reluctantly, I placed my car in drive and headed to the office across town, my mind remaining on the one and only thing I felt I couldn’t fully have– Brooke. I parked in the parking garage next to my father’s car and took the elevator up to the third floor. Working with my father wasn’t what I would call a fun job, really it was anything but that.

  “Should we just move the time that you’ll start work to a more acceptable hour for you?” My father’s gruff voice was the first thing I heard when I walked in the office. If only he knew what I had just spent the last twenty minutes doing.

  “I’m three minutes late Father…” I rolled my eyes, unclenching my fists.

  Think of Brooke. I told myself, trying to reel in my temper, the one thing that was growing hotter than the sun this morning.

  “No one else in this building is late, and just because you’re my son doesn’t make it acceptable for you to be…” I lifted my eyes to his, setting my briefcase on the floor next to my desk.

  “I’ll make note of that next time,” I scoffed. Gerald Master was what many would call The King of Wall Street. He had made his money doing dirty deeds for others, monopolizing on companies that were failing at one point in time. He put the work in and got the money out. Putting all your time and effort into work left you bitter and cold though, something I never wanted to be, nor would be, not with Brooke by my side.

  “I need you to take care of the account files I’ve left on your desk. Get in contact with them and make arrangements to meet up with them. It’s your job to close the deal.” The coldness in my father’s voice didn’t surprise me. Not as much as it did when I first started. I bit the inside of my cheek stifling the remark that burned at the tip of my tongue. It was always my job to seal the deal and I always came through. Ignoring his comment, I got right to work setting up dinner reservations for possible clients.

  No more than two hours had passed
when my father reappeared in front of my desk. His desk was right across the hall. Our walls were made of nothing but glass, making it easy for him to watch me during the work day. Most would be frustrated with that, but I wasn’t. I wanted the asshole to know how much work I was putting in.

  “I see Brooke and you have grown closer since Sandra and I tied the knot….” His words lacked emotion but I could see the interest in his eyes. He wanted something to hold over my head. Brooke had one thing right when she tried ending things between us, our parents would shit bricks if they ever found out about us.

  I wrinkled my nose at him. “Brooke and I were friends way before you two ever met or got married.” No we weren’t as close as we are now since we are sleeping and living together, but that wasn’t any of his concern. Mine and Brooke’s relationship wasn’t his business.

  “I mean, it just seems that you’re settling into being brother and sister faster than I expected.” I narrowed my eyes at him watching him as he scrubbed at his greying beard with more curiosity in his eyes than I cared to notice. If he thought he was going to get any information out of me, he had another thing coming.

  “It’s not hard when you’re as close as Brooke and I are,” I deadpanned, all while thinking you have no idea how close we are.

  “Oh I’m sure…” He tipped his chin up eyeing me, watching for a crack in my lie. A crack he could shove himself into.

  “I have work to do, so if you don’t mind…” I lifted an eyebrow at him in question. I didn’t want to sit here and talk about my relationship with Brooke, the girl who was supposed to be my little sister. I had seen her as anything but that for as long as I could remember.