Baby Daddy: A Sexy STANDALONE Romantic Comedy

by Nelle L'Amour

  “Then let me stay here.”

  “You can’t. One bedroom belongs to my sister who will likely be home later; the other is mine. Tyson shares it with me.”

  “I’ll sleep on the couch. C’mon, think about it. I won’t come near you.” I paused for a beat. “Unless you beg.”

  She flushed and then flung one word at me: “Fine.”

  In no time, I was stretched out on the couch, my eyes closed with dirty dreams ahead.

  CHAPTER 16

  Drake

  “How’s my new patient doing?” she asks, her voice cheery.

  Nurse Dee. I sit up and soak her in. Fuck. She looks so unbelievably sexy in that little white nurse’s uniform that stops mid thigh just above her fishnet stockings and that cute cap with the Red Cross that holds back her lustrous hair. My cock aches at the sight of her.

  “My head is still killing me,” I lie. Well kind of. It’s the head of my cock that’s throbbing, not the one above my shoulders.

  “Poor baby,” she pouts with those luscious glossed lips. “It’s time for your cherry medicine.”

  “Will it make me feel all better?”

  “All better,” she purrs as she gets on the bed and straddles me, her knees bent up. My eyes get a glimpse of what’s between her legs. Holy shit. She’s not wearing panties. My temperature shoots up.

  I watch as she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a ripe cherry. Her tongue runs sensuously around it, moistening and warming it. Then, she puts the shimmering fruit between her legs and rubs it on her pussy.

  “Drake, you look feverish,” she says with concern, palming my forehead with her free hand. “Oh my God, you are hot!”

  She’s not kidding. I’m on fire. Burning up with desire. My temperature soars as she hikes the skirt of her uniform above her hips and spreads her legs further, fully exposing her glistening pink pussy.

  “Be a good boy, Drake, and take your medicine.”

  On my next heated breath, I go down on her, burying my face in her sweet, cherrylicious pussy. My tongue sweeps across her slick folds, then flicks and licks her pretty little clit. Her moans fill my ears. They grow louder, more savage, and I love that she can’t manage words. I work my tongue more vigorously, arousing her further, her ass lifting, her hips bucking with madness as I suck her off. Her fingers clench my hair as she rides my face to ecstasy.

  “Oh, Drake,” she cries out, finally finding her voice, “You’re an exceptional patient. I’m going to come.”

  Yeah, baby, if you’re happy and you know it, come for me. On my mouth. On my chin. On my nose. Shower me with your pleasure. With a shout of my name so loud it could wake the dead, she explodes all over my face. Her whole body shakes with endless spasms. As she rides her orgasm out, I lift her up by her ass and reposition her so that she’s sitting on my enormous cock. I rub the crown along her wet, swollen, pulsing clit, stimulating myself as I stimulate her.

  “Oh, Drake. You still feel so hot. I think you need another dose of medicine.”

  I do. My aching cock hungers for her. I want her so bad. Soaked with her wetness, it’s so ready for action. I’m ready to plant my seed inside her, give her another orgasm she’ll never forget. One I’ll never forget either.

  “Cure me of my need, baby. Take all of me. Ride me hard.”

  Her breathing labored, she circles her fingers around my thick length as I help her guide it deep inside her. Her warm pussy walls expand to accommodate my size and I thrust into her with a grunt, hitting her soft womb. She groans. God, she feels so fucking good. So hot! So wet! So tight! Gripping her hips, I begin to pump into her. Harder. Faster. It feels so fucking amazing. Did anyone ever say that a good fuck is the best medicine? Well if they didn’t, I’m saying it now. My balls tighten, my cock readies for the inevitable…

  And then…

  “I’m home,” a little voice in my head cried out.

  But it wasn’t mine. Snapping my eyes open, I abruptly awoke from my dream as the double click of a door unlocking sounded in my ears. Confused, I bolted to a sitting position, my eyes shifting to the door as I remembered where I was and what had transpired last night. Shit. Was that motherfucker Kyle back? Jumping off the couch, dressed only in my boxer briefs, I eyed the empty wine bottle Dee and I had shared and grabbed it. My heart thudding, I strode to the door and yanked it open, ready to strike. I froze and my eyes grew wide. A smile as bright as sunshine greeted me.

  “Hi, Drake! Did you do a sleepover with my mommy?”

  Tyson! Dee’s little girl. And next to her was an attractive African-American woman in her thirties whose suspicious eyes gave me the once over before bugging out.

  “Oh, Lordy!” The woman fanned herself as I lowered my arm holding the bottle. “And you are…”

  “Mommy’s new friend,” chirped Tyson before I could get a word out.

  “Hi,” I said with a sheepish smile that I could only hope masked my embarrassment.

  “You are one fine man.”

  Mortification raced through me as Tyson thanked the woman for letting her have a sleepover with her daughter.

  The woman, still flustered, said goodbye to Tyson and hurried to her car. As she drove off, Tyson’s sparkling blue eyes met mine and she began to giggle.

  “Did you get an owie?” she asked, her gaze glued to my face.

  Nervously, I rubbed the Band-Aid above my eyebrow. There was still a bump and it still hurt. “Yeah, I bumped my head,” I said, thankful I could come up with a fast answer.

  “That must have hurt.” Her eyes traveled down my bare torso. “Wow! You have really big muscles!”

  “Yeah. I work out.”

  “Is that a big muscle between your legs?”

  I glanced down. Christ. She was referring to my boner. My morning wood. And thanks to my wet dream, Little Miss Blow It All had rudely interrupted, it was bigger than usual. A ten-inch block of concrete that was ready to burst through the seams.

  “Yeah, it’s a really big muscle,” I sputtered, mortification racing through me.

  “Cool beans. Can I feel it?”

  “Um, uh, not today. I worked out too hard. It hurts.” I wasn’t lying. My raging hard-on was killing me. Crying out for relief.

  “Maybe my mommy can make it feel better.”

  Oh, could she! At least in my dream. Before I could say another word, a voice sounded from behind me.

  “Tyson, honey!” It was Dee. Naughty Nurse Dee. The little girl went flying to her mother. Spinning around, I watched as Dee lifted her into her arms and gave her a big hug.

  “Did you have fun at Chandra’s house?”

  “SO much fun!” She reached into her backpack. “Look what Chandra’s daddy gave me.”

  She held up a four-inch-long white squiggly character sporting a Mohawk and sunglasses. Holy shit!

  “What’s that?” asked a perplexed Dee.

  “Mommy, it’s a sperm magnet!”

  Dee and I gulped in unison. My mouth went dry. Sperm. I had an aversion to that word. A big one.

  “Chandra’s daddy is a gynosaurus. He helps mommies make babies. He got this magnet at a furility confwence. Can we put it on the fridge?”

  “Um, of course,” stuttered Dee.

  “Yay! Did you have fun with Drake?”

  Dee’s eyes met mine and a slow, diffident smile curled on her luscious lips. “Yes, baby girl. We had a very fun…playdate.”

  “Did you feel Drake’s big muscle between his legs?”

  Dee’s eyes fell to my crotch and I thought they might pop out of their sockets. Jesus. I should have covered up my boner with the blanket… a pillow…even my hands. Whatever. I quickly chimed in, sparing her from having to say a thing.

  “Um, uh, I think I better be leaving.”

  Tyson frowned. “Don’t you wanna come ice skating with us, Drake? My mommy promised to take me today. It’s my first time.”

  Dee’s expression turned equally glum. “Ty-baby, I’m afraid we can’t go today. Aunt Lulu just t
exted me—she’s busy and can’t make it. I don’t know how to skate so it won’t be any fun, and I don’t want you alone on the ice.”

  Tears welled in Tyson’s eyes, and in no time, they began to trickle down her cheeks. Her rosebud lips pouted. “But, Mommy, you promised!”

  Dee affectionately ruffled her hand through Tyson’s loose hair, which fell almost to her waist. “Sweetie, we’ll do it some time …”

  Call me a sucker, but the little girl’s tears were gutting me. I cut Dee off.

  “… later this morning. I’m a great skater and I know just the place to go.”

  While Dee looked at me with a puzzled expression, Tyson ran up to me and gave me a big hug. The frown on her face gave way to a huge smile. “YAY!! I can’t wait!!! I’m super duper excited!”

  And so was I.

  CHAPTER 17

  Dee

  The three of us were in Drake’s gazillion dollar convertible, me in the front sitting next to him and Tyson in the back strapped into her car seat. The top was down and the radio was tuned to some Top 40 countdown station. Tyson had never been in a convertible before and was loving every minute as if it were an amusement park ride. Looking over my shoulder, happiness shot through me as I caught sight of her big smile and her braids whipping in the wind. Oh, my beautiful little girl.

  It had been a busy morning. Right after I made a pancake breakfast for everyone (after I recovered from Drake’s enormous erection), Drake took us to Big Five, a sporting goods store, to buy Ty and me ice skates; his, I learned, were already in the trunk of his car—hockey ready. “Why can’t we just rent them at the rink?” I’d asked him. “And how much do I owe you?” I didn’t feel comfortable accepting gifts from him. I was still taken aback from the boatload of toys he’d given Ty while she was in the hospital.

  “First of all,” he said, handing the cashier his credit card, “the ice skating rink we’re going to doesn’t have rentals. And secondly, I’ll come up with a way in which you can pay me back.” He shot me a wicked grin that sent a fiery arrow to my core.

  For the rest of the ride, my eyes skipped back and forth between the glorious sight of Drake’s profile and the spectacular canyon we were driving up. Wearing sexy Ray-Bans, Drake managed the sharp curves with precision as if he’d navigated them a thousand times before. Stately mansions with preened gardens dotted either side of the winding road. It was hard for me to imagine a skating rink in the middle of this magnificent neighborhood.

  Midway up the canyon, we turned onto a tree-lined street. The ginormous houses that came into view made the ones along the canyon look like cottages. I’d never seen anything like them. They were practically fairy-tale castles. For sure, we had entered the land of the rich and famous. This must be some very elite skating rink. A cloud of intimidation swept over me.

  “Are we there yet?” demanded Tyson from the back seat.

  “Almost.” Drake smiled. “It’s right behind the big gate on the left.”

  “Where are we?” I asked, following his gaze.

  “Beverly Hills. More precisely, Beverly Park.”

  Wow! This is where movie stars lived. I was totally awestruck as he stopped at the guardhouse outside the ornate gate. With a smile and no questions, the guard opened the massive iron structure and let Drake in. The sprawling houses sitting on acres of land made my eyes grow wide and took my breath away.

  “Wow, Mommy!” squealed my little girl. “Look at all these pretty hotels.”

  Drake chuckled. “That’s my parents’ house on the right.”

  Holy cow! It was the biggest house I’d ever seen. Two massive stories of gray stone with turrets that made it look like a French castle sitting on acres of grass so green I thought for a minute that I was Dorothy in the Emerald City. Nope, we weren’t in Kansas anymore. My mouth was agape as we pulled into the circular drive that could easily hold two dozen more cars.

  “Are we stopping here for a reason?” I asked as Drake put the car in park.

  “Yup. This is where we’re going skating.”

  Five short minutes later, Drake was escorting us through his parents’ vast backyard. It was more like a golf course with grassy hills and vales, and as we walked toward our destination with our skates tied together and slung over our shoulders, I even saw two men playing golf in the distance. Drake told me it was his father and Saul Bernstein, who headed up Conquest Broadcasting, the parent company of the kids’ channel, Peanuts. It was their weekly Saturday game. Along the way, we passed a grotto-like swimming pool with a waterfall and pool house, a tennis court, and exquisite patches of flowers and shrubs, although oddly not a tree in sight. Drake told me this is where he’d grown up. It was nothing like the trailer park I’d grown up in and a deep feeling of inferiority gnawed at my stomach. Tyson, on the other hand, who was skipping ahead of us, was acting as if she’d just been sucked into the pages of an enchanted fairy tale. Like she was born to live here.

  Shortly, we reached a palatial glass pavilion. As Drake led us inside, a chill in the air descended upon me while classical music filled my ears. The skating rink. In the center, a lone figure was doing some kind of intricate spin. She was tall and slim, with long toned legs that looked even longer in her ice skates and short sparkly skating outfit. Her almost white platinum hair was held back in a bun that hit the nape of her swan-like neck. She was in a word, elegant. A sight to behold.

  “Who’s that?” I whispered to Drake.

  “My mother.”

  His mother? She looked no older than forty.

  “She works out here daily. She used to be a champion ice skater and toured with the Ice Capades. My father built this rink just after I was born for her thirtieth birthday.”

  “Mommy, she’s such a good skater!” piped Tyson while I mentally calculated her age to be about sixty. “I want to skate like that.”

  My eyes stayed riveted on Drake’s stunning mother as the music concluded and she finished her routine with a graceful leap. Spotting us, she skated our way, her speed astonishing and her form magnificent.

  “Drake, darling! How good to see you! What a wonderful surprise!” She leaned over the railing to give Drake a kiss on each cheek. I could see the resemblance between them—the deep-set eyes, chiseled bone structure, and flawless skin.

  She zeroed in on the gash above his eyebrow that was now uncovered despite my insistence to keep the Band-Aid on. “What in heavens happened to your face? Please don’t tell me it’s another hockey mishap.”

  “No, Mom. It’s just um, uh, a shaving nick.”

  While I shuddered at the thought of what really happened, she twisted her lips with disapproval. “Well, darling, don’t pick at it or it’ll leave a scar.”

  Her focus then switched to Tyson and me. “And who might your friends be?”

  “Mom, this is my temp, Dee, and her daughter, Tyson.”

  I held out my hand and she shook it firmly with her slender one. “So lovely to meet you, my dear.”

  Before I could say a word, my daughter blurted out, “You are SO pretty!”

  I felt myself blushing, but Drake’s mother was totally flattered. “What a delightful child!”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Hanson.”

  She smiled warmly. “Please call me Alexis.”

  She kept her eyes on Tyson, studying her. A wistful smile formed on her face before she looked up and focused on Drake.

  “She reminds me of your sister.”

  Drake had a sister?

  Drake cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable at the mention of his sibling. “Yeah, a little bit. The same blue eyes.”

  Drake had blue eyes too, similar in color to Kyle’s, but Tyson’s had a rim of gold around the pupils that was rare.

  My eyes darted between Drake and Tyson as his mother stepped off the ice. In her ice skates, she towered over me.

  “So what brings you here, darling?” she asked, directing her question at Drake. “Don’t tell me you stopped by just to see your dear old mother.”<
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  I liked her. She was warm and funny. Much more personable than the society doyenne Drake made her out to be.

  “Drake’s gonna teach us how to ice skate,” beamed Tyson before either of us could respond.

  “Wonderful! He’s an excellent skater though I still think he should have chosen figure skating over ice hockey. Such a vulgar sport.”

  Drake scrunched up his face. God, he was cute! “Mom, let’s not go there again. Real men don’t figure skate.”

  “Whatever, darling!” she breathed out as she sat down on a bleacher, unlaced her skates, and then tugged them off. Reaching for a close-by hand towel, she cleaned off the blades and covered them with protective rubber guards. After slipping the skates into a large monogrammed bag that seemed custom made for them, she stepped into her shoes. A pair of metallic gold ballet flats. She stood up.

  “My love, have fun! If you have time, do stop by to have lunch or say goodbye. I’ll be working on the seating arrangement for the gala we’re hosting for Gunther. I can’t believe it’s only a week away. I hope you’ve put it in your calendar.”

  Drake rolled his eyes. “Yes, Mom, I have.”

  “Too-de-loo” She blew her son a kiss, and clutching her skate bag, she waltzed off.

  “Okay, who’s ready to go ice skating?” Drake asked.

  “ME!” shouted out my little eager beaver, jumping up and down.

  “I think I’m going to sit this out for a while.” I’d never skated before, and though I could dance, I was never as coordinated or as athletic as my sister. Or my daughter for that matter. The thought of falling on my ass and making a fool of myself was enough for me to pass.

  “C’mon, Mommy, it’ll be fun!”

  “Maybe later.”

  Drake shot me a cocky look. “Have it your way. There’s a hot chocolate machine on the other side near the restroom.” And then he swept Tyson into his arms. “C’mon, Mighty Girl, let’s get your skates on.” He shot me another cocky look. “And we’re going to get your mommy into skates, too, just in case she changes her mind.”