My Surprise Secret Baby (Romance Box Set)

by Lexi Wilson

  He walked slowly from the driveway to the front of the house, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. I stood up to greet him. I still couldn’t read the look on his face, but it suggested that something had happened today – something that had knocked him flat like a tackle from half a dozen guys on the opposing team in some game. Barrett had been tackled, not physically, but emotionally. Someone or something had just piled on him and pounded him into the turf, and he was barely able to get up and walk.

  But walk he did, right up to the front of the house where I was standing, not knowing what to make of him.

  When he got close enough, I asked him straight out, “Barrett, what’s wrong?”

  He didn’t ask me what I was doing there. He didn’t say anything at all. But now that I could see him up close, there was something about him that just broke my heart because something, I knew, had broken his heart.

  And, I didn’t know whether the thing I had to tell him would make it better or worse.

  To my further surprise, Barrett answered me with a hug. He just put his arms around me and hugged me, holding me tight, right there on the front steps of his house. I reacted by returning his hug because what I really needed now was to have the arms of the father of my child around me. I dared to hope that this was a promise that somehow, when I gave him my news, he would understand.

  And then, he kissed me.

  It was a kiss unlike any other that I’d ever had. I’d never felt so much need poured into a kiss before. Something deep inside Barrett was aching and needy. He seemed to be saying with this kiss that what he needed...was me.

  Ending the kiss and holding me close, he said softly, “Come on inside. Please.”

  _______________

  Barrett took me upstairs to a bedroom that was bigger than my apartment and looked like something out of a magazine. And once again, taking off his clothes, he began to show me the body that I’d first seen in magazines – plus what the magazines would never dare to print.

  It was like something out of a dream. It happened in such complete silence, neither of us saying anything. But, there was that need about him that it seemed only I could fill. And there was that desire that I still had, the desire for what was under his clothes and in his trousers.

  Silently, unspeaking, he undressed for me and showed me the long, thick wonder of his erect cock. I undressed for him and showed him the tits and pussy that would be his as much as he wanted them. I lay down with him on his king-size bed. Barrett climbed onto the bed with me, the hugeness of his cock angling towards me.

  We didn’t bother with foreplay this time, neither one of us going down on the other. It wasn’t the fiery explosion of lust from the penthouse or the hotel room. Instead it was a slower thing, just as blistering hot but much slower, more deliberate.

  The dreamlike quality of our undressing continued on as I opened my legs for Barrett and he lowered himself on top of me, nestling himself between my thighs and aiming the barrel of his cock into the glistening pinkness of my pussy. He let out a long grunt and I breathed in a long gasp at the feeling of his immense member moving into me.

  And slowly, deliberately, Barrett began to fuck me.

  It was a deep, slow, but crackling-hot fuck. And, it was so different this time. Except that it was the same body with muscles heaving and flexing and releasing on top of me, the same handsomeness covering my lips and face with simmering kisses, and the same mammoth dick beating and pumping inside me, it was as if Barrett had become someone else.

  He almost seemed to be someone different now; someone much more needy and much more tender. I submitted to the slow, measured strokes of his cock and felt as if my whole being was expanding and contracting with the rhythm and the way his massive prick stretched my pussy inside.

  I had thought the way Barrett fucked me the last time was the most intense and ecstatic thing I’d ever felt in my life. But this was just as amazing, although different. He seemed to be fucking both my pussy and my soul. And, he seemed to be feeding his soul into me with every stroke.

  The thrusts of his dick sent such pleasure through my body that I saw stars lighting up in my brain. The cries of lust that I would expect from him were absent, replaced only by grunts and groans and moans of dizzy delight, given out with warm breaths between kisses.

  I loved his cock as much this way, slow and tender, as I did the last time, when he was like a crazed, sexual savage. This was another side of Barrett in bed, a side that I never suspected he had. He was just as powerful, just as dominating, but not as wild.

  I moaned loudly in the grip of awesome pleasure. My voice hurled itself up to the ceiling as he bore down on me and plundered my pussy in a way that I’d never experienced.

  I wanted Barrett’s body and cock in a way that I’d never wanted anything else in my life. Even having his shaft buried in my sex wasn’t enough. I grabbed handfuls of the powerful muscles of his shoulders and back, lowering my legs on the bed to give my hands access to the mighty mounds of his ass which rose and fell so sensuously as he drove his cock in and out of me. I clutched and groped his ass, spurring him on to fuck me more and more, telling him with the grasping of my fingers that I never wanted him to stop.

  But even a thing as beautiful as the way Barrett fucked me now had to come to an end – a wonderful, soaring ending. After I don’t know how long, he began to speed up and plunge into me with the same feverish, furious force as he’d done before. I wailed under him, reveling in the animal fury with which he fucked me now, which was once again the way it had been before.

  My big, handsome, muscular angel was reverting to the big, gorgeous beast who had pinned me to the bed and savagely pounded me the last time we lay together. It could mean only one thing. He was building up to his release. Before much longer, he would come. The sound of his lustful bellowing and roaring in my ears told me he was getting close.

  Quickly, Barrett rose up to his knees, keeping his throbbing cock buried in me, holding me by one hip, and bringing the fingers of the other hand to my clit, which he strummed with fast, hot licks of his fingers like a rock star in a concert. While playing at my bud, he bucked hard and fast, pumping his ass back and forth, slamming his meat hard inside me.

  His beating and strumming produced music from me, all right – the music of my feverish wailing at the impact of my own orgasm, which hit me like a boiling tidal wave. I arched my back, tossed my head, and screamed with such ecstasy that I thought I’d pass out. And only then, in this fever of a climax, in the grip of blinding pleasure, did I hear Barrett finally shout out one pleasure-tortured word: “Fuck!”

  Inside me, I knew, he was pouring cream into me like the bursting of a dam. He was filling the depths of my pussy with it, a sperm-filled stream of the same wetness that had produced the baby I was now carrying. It gushed from the pulsating head of his cock, emptying his balls and filling up my sex.

  He stayed that way, on his knees, impaling me on his penis, until he’d given me every drop of his cream. As always, Barrett’s cock was slow to soften. He lay down on top of me again and returned to slow, sweet fucking, until he was spent.

  When he pulled out this time, he rolled to one side of the bed and we lay like spoons, my back against his chest, his crotch against my ass, our legs folded together. The flaccid but thick hose of Barrett’s cock rested wet against my thighs. I was slippery and sticky between my legs. He’d done it to me once more, given me still another of the best fucks that I’d ever had.

  The bedroom was silent. Questions hung unspoken in the air. How many times would Barrett do it to me? Would he want me to spend the night?

  When would I finally tell him what he needed to know?

  Chapter 22

  Barrett

  The next morning was deja vu, and not in a good way.

  I woke up with the morning sunshine pouring into my bedroom and onto my face. My dick was hard and ready for business. The bed and my skin smelled like the fucking I’d done to Bama all night. Damn, but she
was a good fuck.

  I was starting to think Bama was a good argument for only having one woman in bed. When pussy is that good, when the woman you’re on top of responds to your body and your cock the way Bama did to me, it makes you think maybe – just maybe – you don’t need to fuck around so much.

  With the hot memory of last night throbbing in my head, my cock was hard as steel and ready to go back in Bama’s mouth and up her cunt. I reached across the bed for her…

  And once again, grabbed nothing but a handful of pillow.

  I reared up on the bed with a start and blinked my eyes, not believing this could happen a second time. “What the fuck?”

  But wait a minute… This time my deja vu was different. This time it wasn’t exactly like before. Just as I was about to call out for her, I thought I heard a faint voice. Sitting up on the bed, I listened.

  Yes, there was a voice. Her voice. She hadn’t cut out on me like the last time. She was still here. The corner of my mouth turned up. This morning might not be such a bust, after all. I might still get her back in bed and get my dick back in her.

  I swung my legs over the side of the bed and got up, my cock still hard and ready to go. I was a football player, but it was a baseball bat swinging between my legs as I walked out of the room to look for her.

  The sound of Bama’s voice led me down the hall to my upstairs sitting area, a nook that had a big picture window and some plush chairs and a table. That was where she was. Now, I could start to make out better what she was saying. I picked up the name Kira – her friend, the other cheerleader. I stopped almost at the corner before the upstairs hall let out into the sitting nook, and peeked around the corner to get a glance at her, sitting on one of the chairs, wearing nothing but my shirt. Some instinct, I don’t know what it was, told me to stop and listen. I pulled my head back so she wouldn’t see me.

  My skin turned cold and clammy and my hard, aching dick went limp at what I heard from around that corner.

  “No, Kira… I know the longer I wait, the tougher it’ll be… I wanted to tell him so many times, but he was…

  “Kira, you should see him. You should see the way he looks when he’s naked… No, never mind; forget I said that. But if you could just see how he is, looking that way and being so horny, and he’s so huge… Like a cucumber, but longer; you wouldn’t believe it… Okay, we’re getting off the subject.

  “He deserves to know, but when he got home yesterday, it seemed like there was something on his mind… No, I didn’t ask him what it was; it was all I could do to think about what I have to tell him, and he was all over me and he never gave me a chance…

  “Yes, I could have told him between times, but when you’re in bed with the guy, it doesn’t seem like the right time…

  “Well, he’s just going to have to take my word that there hasn’t been anyone else since the night before the Super Bowl; just him. He may screw around, but I don’t; there’s been no one else. It’s his… For sure he can afford a paternity test if he wants one. We can get a paternity test in every hospital in the county if he wants; they’ll say the same thing…”

  I just about keeled over. It was the single most unreal moment of my entire life. How could it be? How was it possible?

  Yesterday I took Shelly out to the cafe, where she told me about her engagement to a new guy and that our own relationship had left her pregnant with my kid, which she aborted. Aborted! Then, after picking myself up from being tackled and mashed flat by that big reveal, I dragged myself back home and what did I find? Bama, sitting at my doorstep the way Shelly had been. And what did I do?

  After that bombshell from Shelly, I couldn’t even think. I could barely talk. I wanted something to make me forget the shock of losing a baby that I never even knew existed. Somebody else would hit the bottle and drink it all away. Somebody else would have a drug of choice to dull the pain. Well, I had a drug of choice, too. And Bama was right there at my door, as beautiful and sexy as she was. And all I could think was that it didn’t matter why she was there or what she wanted. Down from my brain and up from my pants came the same command: Fuck her now. Fuck her and forget.

  And, I did. I hardly talked to Bama all night except to tell her how I wanted her and what I wanted her to do. We ordered dinner and even as we ate – in bed – we hardly talked about much of anything. I could have asked her what she was doing at my door. I could have asked her how the hell she even knew where I lived. How did she get my address? Why had she come over? What did she want?

  I didn’t care. I only cared what I wanted and what I needed. Pussy. The only thing that could make me forget. Nothing but pussy.

  Well, we had something to talk about now, didn’t we? Except Bama didn’t know that I knew. And now that I knew, what the hell was I going to do about it?

  I snuck out back to the bedroom and pulled my briefs back on, definitely no longer in the mood for what I’d had in mind when I woke up. I plopped down on the edge of the bed and ruffled my fingers through my hair, my head ringing with questions.

  Was this really happening? Did I really just find out yesterday about Shelly and my kid who’ll never be born, and now about Bama being pregnant? Could this actually be happening twice? Was she really carrying my kid and keeping it from me?

  How did my life turn into the Twilight Zone? I couldn’t deal with this by myself. Barrett, boy, I told myself, you need help.

  Bama came back into the bedroom, looking so sexy with nothing but my shirt on, and for once in my life I didn’t feel like doing a damn thing about it. She was acting like nothing was wrong, like there wasn’t anything going on. But from what I’d heard just a few minutes ago, I knew better. Should I let on? Should I confront her? She might resent me listening in on her, but I had something to resent here too.

  We said our good mornings, and I wondered if she could see my suspicion in my eyes. Instead of asking her the question, I brought up, “You never told me why you came over in the first place...unless you came over for, you know, that.”

  And she lied, “I really wanted to know if I’d hurt your feelings, not wanting to talk about – you know, that – on the way home from Boulder.”

  “I’m cool with it,” I lied in retyurn. “I guess we just got caught up again yesterday and last night with...you know…”

  We finished the sentence together. “That.”

  “Well,” said Bama, “I’m glad we’re okay. And...thanks for last night.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “And, you’re welcome. And...you know...this stays just between us, right? Like Las Vegas, it doesn’t leave this room.”

  She nodded. “No, it doesn’t. It’s just between us.”

  “Good,” I said, still not letting on what else I suspected was “between us.”

  “You want breakfast?” I asked.

  “I promised I’d meet Kira,” she replied. “I’d better get dressed and go.”

  “Okay,” I said with a little shrug. She was really going to do it. She was really going to get dressed and leave my house, taking what could only be my kid with her, and still not breathing a word to me about it.

  And...I let her. I’d been blindsided twice by two women in less than a day’s time. I wasn’t ready to call her on this. Not now.

  I I saw her downstairs to the front door like a gentleman and kissed her as she was on her way out. Then, I took off like a shot back upstairs to Cole and told him the whole story.

  Cole’s many connections included some private investigators. Once my buddy got over being about as shocked about the whole thing as I was, he told me he’d put out some feelers and get back to me.

  As soon as I was off the phone with Cole, I my phone started ringing anew. And my face curled into a deep frown and my stomach churned at who it was.

  The phone kept sounding that ring tone in my hand as I stared at the ID. After everything else that had been thrown at me, I was in no frame of mind to talk to him. Why would he be calling me now? I wondered. I didn’t care. My
father was the last person in the world that I wanted to hear from when I was in a good mood, let alone the way I was feeling now.

  I shut off the phone, not caring if the call went to voicemail or not. I didn’t even want to hear his voice. Just hearing him talk, I’d be reminded about my mother and about the day she died. I’d be reminded of how she needed him and he wasn’t there because he was off somewhere with one of his sluts. And, I couldn’t help her because I was away at school. I was away, and my worthless, no-count father was off banging some other woman.

  If he’d only been there… If he’d only been a halfway decent husband… If only… If only…

  Nothing could bring my mother back, just like nothing could ever bring back the baby I hadn’t known about. And nothing could make me want to talk to that old man. Damn him to hell anyway.

  Chapter 23

  Bama

  Was it love?

  If I were to be really honest with myself, I didn’t really know what it was besides sex good enough to flip the whole Earth and set it spinning backwards. But whatever it was, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I liked it.

  More than liked it; being under Barrett in bed was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. He himself was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. If I had to be pregnant with someone, at least it was someone who rocked my world in a way I never thought was possible. I’d begun to feel as if my life were not a total disaster, but actually now offered some possibilities – really good possibilities.