Alpha's Baby: A Secret Baby Romance

by Lauren Landish

  “Should we be doing this, Stefan?” Bella asked breathlessly. She stared up at me with question, her eyes burning with lust. “I mean, remember what you said at the pool—”

  I locked lips with her again, cutting her off, and lay down on top of her, driven by passion. Bella relaxed underneath my weight, surrendering to my advance. After several juicy tongue twists, I broke away and began covering her neck with passionate kisses. Bella ran her fingers through my hair, moaning softly in my ear.

  I gripped her nightgown in my hands and pulled it above her chest. I pulled back from her neck to hungrily eye her breasts and stiff nipples. They seemed larger and fuller than I last remembered. Pregnancy was doing wonderful things to Bella’s already amazing body.

  I lowered my head to them and began sucking on her hard nipples, kneading them gently with my teeth. This elicited a moan from Bella, and I felt her buck slightly beneath me. Emboldened, I swirled my tongue around her nipples, flapping my tongue rapidly back and forth.

  Once I had my fill, I drifted down her stomach, kissing her soft skin until I reached her panties. Eagerly, I pulled them down her thighs until I had them off and then tossed them onto the floor.

  I pulled Bella to me by her waist, making her spread her legs out in front of me, and then went in. I licked her clit back and forth with my tongue, savoring the sweetness.

  Using my fingers, I spread the flaps of her lips wide while I sucked and slurped on her clit.

  Bella reached down and grabbed me by the hair, moaning softly. “Don’t stop.”

  My confidence soared and I continued, enjoying the tastes of her sweet juices. I stuck two fingers inside, marveling at how warm and wet it felt, and began sliding them in and out sensuously.

  Down below, I could feel my cock expanding inside my sweats, demanding release. With my other hand, I reached down and fondled my cock, feeling pre-cum stain my sweats. I wanted badly to take it out and fuck her.

  “I’m close to coming,” Bella moaned.

  I banged her harder and faster in response, bearing down on her clit with all the force my tongue could muster.

  And that was all it took.

  Letting out a soft cry, Bella convulsed underneath me as she came. The whole time, I kept my mouth clamped down on her clit, sucking in all the sweet nectar she had to offer.

  When it was over, I stepped off the bed and stood up. I took off my hoodie and shirt and dropped my sweats, my cock springing out, bouncing up and down.

  Fresh from the throes of her orgasm, Bella eyed my dick with need. She wanted it. She wanted it bad. And boy, was I going to give it to her.

  Bella sat up in the bed, moving forward as if she wanted to service me, her hand going for my rod. I swiped her hand away and shook my head.

  She was going to get it in the way I wanted her to.

  I roughly pushed her back onto the bed and climbed my naked body atop hers. Then I entered her with a grunt, causing her to gasp, letting her pussy adjust to my large size. Her insides felt like warm pudding wrapped around my dick. It was a comforting sensation that made me feel like her pussy was where I belonged. I was home.

  Slowly, I began to gently thrust inside her. Even though I wanted to fuck her like a wild beast, I had to be mindful of our parents.

  I ran my hands up her stomach as I humped and grabbed ahold of her breasts. At the same time, Bella’s hands drifted down my back and grabbed ahold of my ass, squeezing and digging her nails into it.

  I started to go deeper and deeper inside her, and the deeper I went, the closer to Heaven I got.

  My stomach seemed to twist into a tight little ball as a fiery tempest grew inside my balls. Bella seemed to sense this, and she bore down on my dick, pulling me closer to Nirvana.

  “God, I’m coming,” I croaked.

  With one deep, final thrust, a powerful release washed over me and I let out a strained gasp as my seed squirted out into her warm insides.

  I collapsed in the bed beside her a moment later, feeling totally spent, covered in a sheen of sweat from my efforts.

  Bella looked at me as I caught my breath, the sparkle in her eyes telling me that she had enjoyed every moment of it.

  “That was beautiful,” she said softly.

  I grinned and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m glad you liked it.”

  I kissed her again and then rolled out of the bed.

  Using towels from the adjacent bathroom, Bella cleaned up the immediate mess we had made and then went in the bathroom while I replaced the bed sheets.

  “What are we going to do about this?” Bella asked when she returned. She was sitting on her bed, garbed in a different nightgown, her face creased with worry. “If it’s as you suspect and it’s someone from Kappa, there’s no telling what they’ll put us through before this is over.” Bella then began to run through the list of possible suspects, mainly Kappa’s president and her sidekick. “They threatened me, you know."

  Neither of us had the courage tell our parents about our relationship as the author of the tape wanted us to.

  So the only thing I had to do was make sure I screened every piece of mail that came through the house before Bella and I left off to our own place. Then, we could tell them and not care how they reacted.

  “I don’t know,” I finally replied. “But we’ll think of something.”

  Chapter 24

  Bella

  “The governor is throwing a party this weekend to open the new theater, and he’s going to be giving me an award for it,” Terry announced at the dinner table one evening over a plate of steak, rice, and potatoes.

  I was seated on one side of the table with Mother, and Stefan was on the other side with his father. He hadn’t given much eye contact throughout our meal, and I was a bit disappointed. A part of me, the naughty part, wanted to stick my foot across the way and massage him with it. I could only imagine the look on Stefan’s face if I did.

  My mom let out a startled gasp. “Why, that’s wonderful, Terry!”

  “Congratulations, Dad,” Stefan chipped in, grinning and clasping hands with his father in a bro-like manner.

  “Congratulations, Terry!” I added.

  Terry beamed at all the praise we piled on him for the next five minutes before dropping another bombshell.

  “And you all are expected to attend.”

  Stefan and I let out a groan simultaneously, but my mom clapped in an excited fashion.

  “There is no negation here,” Terry warned the both of us, seeing our sour expressions. “You both have to go.”

  “But I don’t even have anything to wear,” I blurted. I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.

  “You know what that means, don’t you?” asked my mom.

  I knew if I didn’t answer, she would say what she wanted anyway. “What?”

  My mom beamed. “It’s time to go shopping.”

  “My gosh, Bella, are you gaining weight?” my mom asked as she struggled to zip up my size-two ball gown, a beautiful white, frilly number that reminded me of a wedding dress.

  Of course I was gaining weight, but I didn’t want to tell my mother that.

  I sucked in my breath, trying to become as small as possible. I wanted to fit in the dress as much as she wanted me to. Not being able to fit in it absolutely terrified me, and it meant I was saying goodbye to one of the things that had been permanent in my life.

  My precious size two.

  “Finally,” my mom huffed as she managed to pull the zipper all the way up my back thanks to my efforts. “I hope that holds.”

  I held in my breath as long as I could.

  “I can’t breathe,” I gasped, letting go of the air. The dress made several popping sounds, and the zipper unzipped itself halfway down my back.

  “Lay off the donuts, why don’t you?” Mom half-joked.

  I can’t, I thought. The baby is hungry.

  I decided to remain mum on the issue. I couldn’t argue that I wasn’t pigging out every five secon
ds. I thought about blowing up at her about shaming me but decided not too. It’d come off as too fake. Mom was getting wise to my fake rants and my real ones.

  “All right, let’s get you out of that thing and let’s try some other ones that are, um, maybe two sizes bigger.”

  Two sizes? I about fainted.

  I must have tried on several different gowns, a couple of size threes and a couple of fours. Unfortunately, I felt the most comfortable in a four.

  When I finally found the one I wanted, I quickly forgot about the disappointment of going up two dress sizes.

  “This is the one!” I proclaimed.

  “That looks great on you!” my mom exclaimed at the dress I decided on.

  It was a dashing red lace number that showed off my new curves in such a flattering manner that even a blind man would be impressed. The bottom part of the dress flowed behind me in a train. I would have to be careful with it at the party, but I suspected there would be other women there with similar dresses.

  I twisted my body around, checking out my back side.

  Eat your heart out, Stefan, I thought, shocked at the new fullness of my ass.

  Baby got back.

  “Thanks, Mom,” I replied.

  Mother wrapped her arm around my waist and beamed into the dressing room mirror. “I’m sure you’re going to turn heads.” Ruffling my hair, she kissed me on the cheek.

  The only head I want to turn is Stefan’s, I thought in protest, but I knew better than to say so.

  “Now,” my mom said with a grin, stuffing all the dresses I had tried on into my hands to put back on the hangers. “My turn.”

  I was filled with giddy excitement when we arrived back at home in my mother’s black Mercedes Benz. I had a new dress that I was sure would knock Stefan off his feet, and I actually looked damned good in it despite gaining weight. I had been dreading going to the party before, but now I actually had something to look forward to.

  “Bella, can you get the mail?” my mom asked when we were halfway to the front door.

  Shit.

  I was so excited about everything that was going on, I had forgotten to check it earlier in the day. But, judging by the stack of the mail stuffed in the box, so had everyone else.

  As I glanced over the bundle, I was glad when nothing was out of the ordinary.

  Lucky. Damn lucky.

  Chapter 25

  Bella

  The governor’s party was a ritzy affair. Prominent people, young and old, from all over town were in attendance. Dad had rented a limo for our arrival—a long, white, pristine one that had a bar inside and plush, cream-colored seating.

  I absolutely enjoyed the ride and was kind of disappointed when it was over.

  When we stepped out, serving men quickly rushed up to usher us into the estate. As we were led in, I marveled at the estate’s grounds. Lush, green, freshly-cut grass surrounded the walkways. Marble fountains and statues were erected at each intersection, inspiring points and stares.

  I always thought we had been pretty well off, but the governor’s mansion was on another level.

  Inside, the opulence continued, with vast, vaulted ceilings, white marble floors and walls decorated with Victorian finery. The furniture was also either white or cream-colored with gold trimmings.

  “Holy shit,” I overheard Stefan muttering to Terry, “this dude is loaded.”

  Terry chuckled and muttered something in response, but I didn’t quite hear what he said.

  We were led into a packed ballroom filled with elegantly dressed people. Tables lined with real gold plates and silverware were situated around the room.

  All around us, there were packs of people talking to one another. Quite a few male eyes turned on me when I stepped into the room, but I was surprised I had quite a lot of competition in the young female demographic.

  There were plenty of girls who had absolutely gorgeous dresses, their hair and makeup immaculate. I tried not to look at them. There was no need to compare.

  And there was one person in the giant ballroom who wasn’t checking out the competition either, and that was Stefan. He’d had his eyes on me since we left the house. He hadn’t said much to me on our way here, not to arouse suspicion for our parents, but I could tell that he really liked the way I looked in my dress.

  A couple, an older man and woman, walked up to our little group and began speaking with Terry. That’s when Stefan took his opportunity to approach me.

  “You look absolutely gorgeous in red,” Stefan told me under the murmur of the crowd, stepping up close so that I could hear him. “Absolutely stunning.”

  A flush ran through my chest and up through my cheeks. I was glad he appreciated the work I’d gone through to look good for him.

  Before the party, Mother and I had gone to the beauty parlor and had gotten our hair, nails, and makeup done.

  “You look good too,” I replied. And I meant it.

  Stefan was dressed in a black and white tux, a bowtie at his neck. With his hair slicked and parted to the side, he looked unbelievably GQ, as if he’d just stepped out of a high-powered photo shoot.

  I had already caught more than a few girls stealing glances at him, and it made me feel more than a little protective—and slightly jealous.

  But I couldn't let him see it, not when I had promised that I would be strong for us.

  I mean, how could I break down when Stefan was being so cool about everything?

  Despite the worry over our heads, Stefan looked like he was on top of the world.

  “I want to sweep you off your feet and carry you up to the balustrade overlooking the ballroom,” Stefan said. “So I can show off my future bride to everyone.”

  The words ‘future bride’ brought up strong emotions inside me and I nearly started crying in front of everyone. But with great control, I kept my face from cracking and simply said, “I would love that.”

  That was another bad thing about my pregnancy. My emotions were starting to go up and down like a rollercoaster.

  The governor interrupted our little conversation when he walked up with a young, handsome blond man with vivacious green eyes and dressed in a tux similar to Stefan’s at his side.

  The governor was a big man with broad shoulders, greying hair at the temples, and a bald pate on the top of his head. He looked rather imposing, but I guess if you’re the governor, you have to be.

  “You have some beautiful children, Terry,” the governor remarked after shaking hands with Terry and my mother, mainly looking at me.

  My mom beamed. “Thank you, Gary,” she replied, even though the governor hadn’t been talking to her. “She got her looks from me.”

  I can’t believe she said that, I thought, holding back a roll of my eyes. Seriously, Mom, we get it. You’re hot for a woman your age. Certified MILF. Don’t go fishing for compliments.

  “Governor, meet Bella and Stefan,” Terry announced. “Bella and Stefan, this is Governor Gary Rich.”

  “Pleased to meet you, sir,” I said diplomatically, taking the man’s hand. He gripped it firmly and shook it and then shook Stefan’s.

  “It’s a pleasure.” Gary turned to the young man beside him, who was smiling at me. “This is my son, Cory. He’s a lawyer for one of the top firms in the city.”

  Cory stepped forward and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “Nice to meet you.” His eyes flashed as he looked at me.

  “Nice to meet you too,” I replied, blushing. I didn’t mean anything by it—it’s just a natural reaction.

  Beside me, I felt Stefan stiffen, but he remained silent.

  When Cory moved on to shake Stefan’s hand, he hesitated a second before taking it. “It’s a pleasure,” said Cory.

  “Likewise.” Stefan’s voice was strained. I was worried the two of them, obvious alpha males, would go at it, but then an aide came over and Cory had to leave, defusing the situation.

  Terry and the Governor continued chatting for a few minutes before t
he Governor pleaded that he needed to greet more guests and walked off.

  As soon as the man was out of earshot, Terry turned on Stefan. “What was all that about?” he demanded.

  Stefan glanced at me. “I didn’t like the governor’s son.”

  “Why not?”

  Stefan shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know. There are just some people you don’t like on sight. He’s one, that’s all.”

  We spent the next thirty minutes walking around and talking to snobby rich people. Stefan hardly spoke whenever introduced and kept his eyes either on me or roving around the ballroom.

  I soon grew tired of shaking people’s hands and of people walking on the train of my dress. I nearly tripped because of it. Luckily, Stefan caught me in his arms.

  When it was time for the food to be brought out, I sighed with relief. I'd had it with the fake smiles and the fake greetings. Somewhere along the way, I started suffering from cramps and it had become difficult for me to stand, and my smiles started to look like I was constipated because I was in so much discomfort.

  Our family was seated at a small table near the right center of the room, near the stage that had been set up for a presentation.

  “This is just mind-blowing,” my mother muttered, eyeing the expensive silverware.

  “Tell me about it,” I replied, situating myself in the seat in such a way where my sides hurt less.

  The wine and drinks came out first, followed by the food. My mom raised an eyebrow when she saw me have the waiter load my plate with clams, oysters, and scallops, but I didn’t care. I was hungry.

  While everyone ate, several people got on stage to speak about boring crap. But my attention was turned to the stage when someone announced the governor.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, your host for the evening—your beloved Governor, Gary Rich!”

  The room erupted in applause, but I was too busy eating to clap.

  The governor walked up on stage and stood there before the podium, basking in all the adulation for a full minute before motioning everyone to quiet down.