Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Getting under the covers beside me, Cooper gently pushed me onto my side and took me in a spoon position, gently kissing my cheek as he enveloped me in his warmth. I usually had trouble going to sleep. Not that night. No, that night, safe in Cooper’s arms, after being fucked to the edge and back, I drifted off right away.

  Chapter Six - Cooper

  She was still there. I had to squeeze her a couple of times, gently, of course, to make absolutely sure. I’d had a few one night stands over the past few years. Just to fulfill a basic human need. Neither of us expecting anything out of the arrangement except for some fun. I had never stayed the night, though. I had also never fucked a virgin. Replaying the events of the night before in the movie theatre of my mind, I had no idea how I knew how to do what I had. I had mostly just done what came naturally, my instincts, in that case, seeming to have been entirely correct.

  “What time is it?” Sarah asked, shifting beautify in my arms.

  “Around nine,” I said, kissing the back of her neck.

  “Nine!”

  She leaped out of bed and rushed for the closet, taking out items and tossing them aside like a level three cyclone. I could have been crazy but got a distinct impression that Sarah had overslept.

  “You might want to think about underwear too and maybe a shower first,” I suggested.

  “Right! Good idea!”

  As she went to shower before demolishing her underwear drawer, I got dressed in my clothes from the night before and walked, a stiff-legged zombie-like gait, into the kitchen. Noting the skillet already out on the stove, I was struck by inspiration.

  “Something smells good,” she said as she wandered into the kitchen dressed in a business-like skirt suit, her still-wet hair tied back in a ponytail.

  “Wow.”

  “What?” Sarah asked, looking herself over for a problem.

  “You look amazing.”

  “I look ready for work.”

  “Still, though.”

  Truth be told, I was pretty sure she would look sexy in a potato sack. It was more about her and how much or little of herself the clothes showed that really got me. Something was happening to me, and I wasn’t entirely sure that I didn’t like it. I was also pretty sure that I liked her. Which would explain why I was cooking breakfast in her kitchen after a long night of beautiful sex that had seen a blackout at one point. I had heard about that happening but had never actually seen it. My first instinct was to actually check her pulse, nihilist that I could be.

  I could see up Sarah’s skirt as she sat down. It was likely she didn’t even think about crossing her legs. It was just me after all, and we had gotten well past the modesty portion of our relationship the night before. Still, I tried not to abuse it. Alluring as her black silk panties were, peeking from between her creamy thighs. Unbidden, my mind flashed back to the luxurious, luscious beauty that was hidden under them. How sweet she had tasted on my tongue and how good she had felt on my cock. More than that, she had the right attitude. Attitude could count for a lot in such a situation, and her approach of willing enthusiasm had undoubtedly made an impression.

  I was gravely tempted to get on my knees under the table and eat her pussy while she ate breakfast. However, the girl was already late, partly because of me, so I thought better of it. Though the fact that I wanted to be with her again at all was something of a new development.

  “Could get used to this,” Sarah admitted, as I put the full English breakfast down in front of her.

  It took a moment to sink in, but when it finally did, I realized that the sentiment didn’t immediately make me want to run away. In fact, I walked with her back to the bar and gave her a ride to work in my car, treating the traffic regulations more like they were suggestions as opposed to hard and fast rules, so she wouldn’t be late for work.

  While the rules at my office were pretty relaxed, particularly when it came to dress-code, I had a funny feeling that most of my co-workers would object to B.O. and beer smell. Much more than they would object to me being a few minutes late to rectify the situation.

  I couldn’t get Sarah out of my head. In the shower, getting washed, in my room getting changed, at the bakery getting Camilla’s morning eclairs, Sarah was on my mind. Not just the beautiful thing we had shared in her bed, but in general. It was clear that I had misjudged her, and I felt pretty bad about that. My only consolation was that she didn’t actually know about that, and there was no reason to tell her. Something I knew enough to know that I didn’t have to tell Camilla. She was nothing if not discreet. She was going to tease me. Probably savagely. It was what she did to show love. She wouldn’t tell Sarah, though. Or, at least if she did, she would be sure to put it in the best possible light. Like I was someone who really knew how to learn from my mistakes. She was always lying for me like that—one of the few people willing to.

  “Well, someone is in a good mood,” Camilla teased as I deposited her eclairs on her big, fancy desk.

  “And why shouldn’t I be, oh, dear sister mine?”

  “I take it things went well with Sarah last night.”

  “Okay, who blabbed? Did Sarah tell you?”

  “No one told me, Rico Suave. She just sounded happy, so I guessed. Though, to be fair, you were also whistling a happy tune and started talking like a P.G. Wodehouse character. Something you only do when things are looking up, especially in the bedroom department. ”

  “Please, don’t say that.”

  “What ‘bedroom department’?”

  “I don’t even want to think about you in the same sentence as bedrooms.”

  “I do sleep, you know,” Camilla teased.

  “If only that was where it ended,” I lamented.

  She was getting to be a better shot. The paperclip bounced right off the middle of my forehead, after being launched, square and true, from a rubber band. Time was my sister would barely graze me. Leading to an unfortunate incident when Chris just so happened to be passing behind me. Fortunately, he was quite an understanding sort.

  “I deserve that,” I acknowledged.

  “Damn right, you did. Anyway, I’ve invited Sarah over for dinner if you would like to join us.”

  “Like a double date?” I asked, my expression very much like I was being force-fed sushi. Something I had actually had the misfortune of experiencing.

  “Your words, not mine,” Camilla pointed out.

  I really wasn’t sure. It seemed a bit domestic for me. I was more of a brooding loner type. It was how I was most comfortable. Though I did like being around Sarah and Aden, who was technically my brother according to the law. I also really wouldn’t mind seeing Sarah again. Even if going to a dinner party did seem like a couple thing, and we weren’t even really dating. A fact which did little to dissuade me. Never one to let something like facts or logic to get in the way of what I wanted. Much to the dismay of the string of therapists, I had fixed over the years.

  Chapter Seven - Sarah

  My car’s engine clanked to a halt. The place was charming. This Aden guy must have done really well for himself at the company. I didn’t know how much a top-flight digital artist got paid, but it must have been a lot going by the digs alone. Not to mention the car.

  Recovering from the sound of the door, which sounded a lot like the gates of Hell shrieking open, I swung my legs out of the low driver's side onto the sidewalk, careful to keep my knees together. I figured a dinner party was a dress occasion, so I dug out the little black Donna Karen number my mom had gotten me for graduation. I really didn’t have the right shoes to wear with it anymore. Not since the unpleasantness in my family, so I decided to accentuate the opposite and wear it with a pair of black Chuck Taylor One Stars.

  “Nice,” Camilla said when she opened the door.

  “Me or the wine?” I teased, having brought a bottle of aged Yellow Tale I had stolen from my dad in better times.

  “Both,” she said with a wink.

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sp; The boys were playing games. It wasn’t a surprise, really. I knew lots of guys in their 30s who liked to play video-gams. From what I understood, the majority of serious gamers were in their early 30s. In other words, people with jobs who were able to afford hundreds for a new console and fifty to sixty bucks a pop for new games.

  What was more of a surprise was who was on the other end of the couch, playing with him. Although, that shouldn’t have been a surprise either. By all accounts, Aden and Cooper had been best friends before they came brothers-in-law with Aden marrying Camilla. It was kind of cool, actually. Particularly considering they had all basically grown up together.

  “Honey,” Camilla said sweetly, “could you join me in the kitchen for a minute?”

  “Sure,” Aden said, standing up to his massive height.

  I hadn’t really seen many guys as large as him in terms of raw power. The kind of size that would make most people at least take a step back. Particularly if they didn’t see him coming. Yet he was also really casual and friendly. It was difficult for me to imagine him hurting anyone. Let alone having been in the army. Camilla didn’t hold much back when she got going. Particularly after a few wine coolers.

  “Hello again,” Cooper said.

  “Hi,” I said.

  I wondered if the whole thing had been a setup. If maybe Camilla had invited me to dinner so I could see Cooper again. If she had, I wasn’t sure if I found it sweet or off-putting. Though I decided to reserve judgment until I had a bit more information.

  Free of the wine, Sarah taking it with her into the kitchen, I went and sat next to Cooper on the couch. There were few other options in the living room. Sitting in the chair on the other side of the room seemed really cold. Particularly after the connection we had shared. It could have been a one-night stand, but it had still been amazing. Though I also wasn’t sure that it was a one-night stand. Or, at least not sure that I wanted it to be.

  Giving a moment’s thought to sitting on the opposite end of the couch, I went with my heart and sat right next to Cooper. The contrarian in me was screaming that this was precisely what I was expected to do, but I also didn’t care. It was what I wanted to do. I wanted to be near him. I wanted Cooper to put his arm around me and hold me and kiss me and do all the couple things I had been so conflicted about on the way over.

  It really was a turn around for the record books. I’d had so much trouble trusting men because of what happened with my dad. Destitution could happen to anyone, but it really had been his own fault. Particularly when he had gone to prison for all the embezzlement he had been doing. The downside was it left mom and me with nothing. In addition to setting me on the righteous path, I had more or less sworn off men, or love in general. Just in case I ever met a creep like my dad.

  Cooper was nothing like my dad. Hard-working, dedicated, a little odd, and overprotective of his sister, I knew it was all from a good place. Even when Sarah told me about his propensity for getting into fights, he would then lose and lose badly. Had he been a mindless brawler or a vindictive ass, I wouldn’t have given him the time of day. Though to hear his sister tell it, it was quite the opposite. Cooper didn’t get his ass kicked because he deserved it so much as that he had more conviction than sense and a sense of morality that outweighed his self-preservation.

  I was overreacting about the couple thing. Even if we did get labeled as a couple, what did it matter? Besides which, I was pushing thirty and ready to have a real relationship with a good man. Even if I was insanely busy with work. Camilla didn’t exactly have an easy job either. Always to first into the office and often the last to leave, and still, she had found a good guy in Aden and had a baby. It certainly helped that they worked in the same office. Though even so, it did show that it was possible. I wasn’t sure where this was going to go, but I was more than willing to buy the ticket and take the ride.

  We were well into pudding when it happened. The four of us seated around the lovely table, separated naturally into two clear couples. Even if we didn’t all recognize it at the time.

  “I have an announcement,” Camilla said, after lightly tapping the side of her glass of ice water, getting our attention. “We are going to have another baby. Two actually. My beautiful man has knocked me up with twins!”

  “We were going to wait until after dessert, but apparently she just could hold on,” Aden said, shooting his beaming wife a meaningful but playful look.

  I was in shock. Happy, of course, thrilled that Camilla and Aden were going to be having more kids. I knew that she always wanted to be a mom and could only imagine how happy she was that it was finally happening. I also felt a little pang of envy. I didn’t hear my biological clock by any means. I knew I still had plenty of time, not even being thirty yet. Mainly when the new research was indicating that women in good health can safely wait until their early forties to have a baby. It had more to do with me and what having a baby would mean. Mostly that I was finally secure enough with someone to make that kind of commitment.

  “Would you like to come back to my apartment?” Cooper asked later, helping me into my coat.

  No. I knew I should say no. It wasn’t right. The first time had been a fluke. We had been drinking, there were all kinds of excitement, and I was really, really horny, and it just happened. I should really get to know him better before we thought about having sex again. Even if I did defiantly want to date him. It was clear what I was supposed to say.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Eight - Cooper

  It was definitely a new experience. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a woman over to my place—if I ever had. It seemed like such an intimate thing to let someone else into my living space. Mom and Camilla had been there, of course. But we went way back the three of us.

  So, thought my internal analyst, what does that say about Sarah? That I so readily invited her to my place after what really only amounted to two dates? Both of which were about to end in sex. Could the myths about there being a perfect match for every person be true? Though I hadn’t actually seen evidence of it, there was a lot to consider.

  I pulled up to the curb and waited for Sarah’s ghost of a Mustang to thump up behind me. The very fact of the car, a once beautiful classic reduced to decrepitude, made what Camilla said about Sarah not being rich speaking clear and valid. Even if her way of speaking was different, attesting to several years of private education. It was clear something had happened. Something terrible that Sarah didn’t like to talk about: I could relate.

  We were barely through the door. I just couldn’t control myself. No sooner were we in the apartment then I had Sarah pinned up against the wall as I kissed her deeply. My hand went up her dress and tucked into the front of her panties. She made no attempt to resist. Returning my attentions hungrily, making clear that she wanted them and a whole lot more. She wanted to fuck and hard.

  “That’s amazing about Aden and Camilla. Having the babies, I mean.”

  “Amazing,” I agreed, between kisses on her supple neck, “I have to admit I was a little jealous.”

  Sarah went stiff on my arms. Clearly, I had shocked her with my candor. Made it sound like I also wanted kids, presumably with her. Things were already moving really fast, but I could see how that could be a mountain peak to high.

  “I don’t mean that I want to start a family right now,” I amended, “just that it would be nice to love someone enough to want to entertain the idea. I don’t want to even risk walking out like my dad did.”

  “Yeah, Camilla told me about that, what she could remember anyway.”

  “I remember everything,” I pointed out.

  I did too, every detail of that day. That was never going to be me. I had issues, but I wasn’t a total bastard.

  Scooping Sarah into my arms, I carried her to my bed. Laying her light, little body down on the high-thread-count sheets. Unlacing her sneakers, I removed them one by one, followed by her socks. Caressing my hands t
he length of her body, I took hold of the straps and pulled the top of her dress down to her hips. No bra again. Had she known I would be there? I took one of her hard nipples in my mouth, sucking it lightly. Sarah moaned gently as I gave some tender love to both her beautiful breasts before continuing down. Planting soft kisses on her alabaster skin until my lips caught up with her dress. The path of the dress followed closely by my lips and tongue, I pulled it down and away, leaving her in nothing but her panties. A situation easily rectified.

  Keeping a hand cupped on her beautiful pussy, I took off my clothes, undressing one-handed among my many hidden talents. A small gasp escaped her throat when she saw my cock. I stroked her cheek reassuringly. Letting her know that I would never hurt her. Sarah took my thumb into her thumb and sucked it hard. No doubt, showing me precisely what she would like to do with that cock of mine.

  Moving my hand to the back of her neck, I pulled her toward me, feeding her my cock. Sarah was a real trooper, getting it most of the way into her mouth before softly gagging. I eased back, massaging her throat as I did so. When she was ready, Sarah started to suck my massive cock, my hand on the back of her head to guide her.

  I could feel it rising up from deep inside me. Keeping my hand on Sarah’s head, I gently removed my cock with the other, controlling the flow of my load as it jumped into her open mouth. The occasional miscalculation created a few splatters on her lips when I shot as she was swallowing. In the end, she ended up with all of it, slowly licking her lips to make absolutely sure. Then licking the head of my cock until t was squeaky clean. Getting every last drop she possibly could. I made a note to try and cum in her mouth after I fucked her pussy.

  First thing was first though. Lowering my head between her thighs as though to pray, I paid loving tribute to her sweet, tender pussy with my tongue. My beautiful lover sighing, her ample chest rising and lowering with each pass, as I coaxed her towards ecstasy with nothing but my tongue.