Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I could really imagine raising our child there. She would always have a place and be financially secure which felt great. Though I would also make sure that she appreciated everything she had and didn't grow up spoiled. At least I would try.

  I had no idea what my friends would think about me getting back with Logan. If they thought I was only interested in the stability and the money. But then remembered I really didn't have any close friends other than Whiney and maybe Erik. He would be thrilled, of course, and Kristen was the one who had brought us together and would hardly object.

  Logan helped me out of the car like the gentleman he was. I had expected him to swoop me up and carry me to his bedroom where he wild strip me naked, lay me on the bed and fuck me hard. Well, maybe not hard, but fuck me at any rate.

  But he didn't. Instead, he took me by the hand and led me around the side of his massive house to a path around the back. He did scoop me up but only when we were about halfway on the path and walking had become difficult. Where he brought me was much better than a bedroom. As nice as his had been.

  Apparently Logan's grandpa had been an avid sailor outside of his business and had a dock built on the land behind his house, which I hadn't realized until then, because Logan and I had always been otherwise engaged while we were here, to put it politely.

  It overlooked the large lake, which also went to explaining why the house was built where it was. The view was gorgeous as Logan carried me down to the dock towards his boat.

  Had Logan told me he had a boat, I would have pictured some sort of rowboat or something. What I saw down on the water, secured to the dock by ropes, was not that. It was a massive, overwhelming three master schooner, the type of which I had only ever seen before in scale models and story books.

  “Wow,” I said as we approached.

  “It was a college graduation present from grandpa. He let me moor it here and use it when I was home on visits. Now that I live here, I get to use it a whole lot more.”

  “It's beautiful.”

  “Thanks.”

  Stepping gingerly down from the gangplank onto the deck, he set me down.

  “You might want to hold onto something. It can get a bit rough.” he said.

  “Okay,” I said.

  I did as I was told, grabbing hold of the nearest solid object. I still don't know what it was called. Then Logan went and single-handedly set the sails, moving with smooth, confident certainty that only comes with years of practice.

  “It should be okay now,” he said, coming back to me.

  “Okay,” I said releasing my grip.

  Logan took me by the hand and led me right up to the edge of the deck. We held onto the guard rail and looked out over the vast water, sparkling bluish-green in the afternoon sun. I could understand why he loved sailing so much. It was beautiful and gave a real sense of freedom.

  Out on the open water, away from the expectations and pressures of civilization. In the darker times during my childhood, I had often thought about getting away. Not just from my house but from the whole world. Sailing was the first time I had a sense of what that would be like.

  “I know,” he said, putting his arms around my waist and kissing me on the cheek.

  “Why are you psychic?”

  “I just recognize the look,” he said.

  “What look?”

  “Liberation.”

  I put my arm around his neck and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

  “What's that for?”

  “For showing me,” I said.

  “I have to admit, I had a bit of an agenda when I brought you down here.”

  “And what might that be?”

  He got down on one knee and I braced myself, expecting him to bury his face in my pussy, which I could already feel was dripping wet for him. Instead he took out a small black box with a hinged lid.

  “Kora Molly Evans. I love you more than anyone and -”

  “Yes!” I blurted, trying not to cry.

  “Really?” he asked, looking surprised. “You’ll marry me? Will you marry me?”

  “Yes! Yes!” I repeated, unable to stop.

  Logan took me firmly around my waist and kissed me hard, as the tears were starting to flow down my cheeks.

  “Hey,” he said softly, wiping away my tears.

  “Happy tears, I promise,” I said between sobs, “it's just such a -”

  “Relief,” he said.

  I lay my head on his shoulder, never wanting him to let me go. He did, of course, but only to slide the ring onto my finger and get out his phone.

  “Do you want to tell Kristen or should I?”

  “I thought you couldn't get reception when sailing.”

  “Oh, not where we were. We were way out on the open ocean. This is different. You should still be able to connect.”

  “She's your sister,” I said.

  “She'll be yours, too, soon enough.”

  I'd never even thought of that part of it. Not only had Kristen and I finally reconciled after years of mistakes and misunderstandings, but we were also about to be family, of a sort. She was already the baby's aunt by blood and now she was going to be my sister, at least by law, too!

  “And all of us can go on a trip soon,” he said. “That client my dad and I met with? He liked our plan and we’re expanding. The business is doing well.”

  “Great to hear,” I told him, excited about that part of our happy future, but not as much as I was about the wedding.

  I dialed quickly, nearly shaking with excitement. It was a while before Kristen picked up. I remembered that it was rush hour for the rest of the world and Kristen didn't use her phone while she was driving.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, sis,” I almost sang.

  “Kora?”

  “That's right.”

  “Why are you on Logan's phone?”

  “I also happen to be on Logan's boat,” I nearly bragged.

  “Wow, what did he do, propose?”

  “Yup.”

  “No. I was kidding!”

  “Yup!”

  “Oh, my God!”

  “I know, right?”

  “We really are -”

  “Going to be sisters!”

  “That's great! Now I don't have to hang out with Lavender. At least not as much. She is a sweet girl but she can get to be a bit much.”

  “Tell me about it,” I agreed.

  Logan came up behind me and gently squeezed my bare ass, having left my panties on the floor of my car.

  “I-I have to go, hon. My fiancé and I have some business to attend to.”

  “I'm not surprised. Be careful, hey?”

  “Of course.”

  I ended the call and Logan scooped me up into his arms, kissing me passionately as he carried me into the cabin and down into the sleeping quarters. Sitting me down on the bed, he took off my dress, pulling it up and over my head in one smooth motion.

  Then he reached around my back, unhooking my bra on the first try. It sometimes took me two or three attempts, especially after my breasts had nearly doubled in size with the baby, getting to nearly the size of water melons. But he was more skilled at it than I was, somehow.

  He lowered the bra gently off my tits, my nipples already hard with anticipation. He kissed me again, taking as much of my boobs as he could get into his hands, his soft touch heavenly on my sensitive flesh. Moving down my neck, Logan made his way to my tits, adding the feeling of his lips to the sensation of his hands, lightly sucking my nipples when he got down there.

  After giving my tits some gentle love, he kept going down, planting soft kisses on my belly and on to my pelvis. The baby started kicking when he kissed my belly. I wanted to tell him but didn't want to break his concentration.

  Stopping his progress at my aching pussy, he gave me a long, loving lick, flooding me with sweet relief. He licked me to orgasm, working my tender pink folds with his talented tongue, giving laps, licks, swirls and sucks the likes
of which I had never experienced.

  I was mad at him for holding out on me all this time, but forgave him quickly enough when I started to cum, bracing my hand against the wall behind me for support as my entire body shook. And then I realized that perhaps he was just getting better with time and practice, something I never thought possible, since he had always felt so good as it was.

  He held me and kissed me as I recovered. I kissed him back when I regained my strength, my hands moving down to his hard cock.

  Fumbling a bit, I undid his pants, taking out his cock. I had nearly forgotten how big it was. And how beautiful.

  I took his cock in both hands and started to stroke, using all the techniques I'd learned in the course that I thought would work. Cock massage was not actually a part of the official curriculum, but when I first started out, I imagined doing it to Logan one day. And from what I had heard in whispered conversations, other girls in the course had tried the same thing.

  I got him right to the edge of orgasm and then stopped. When he was nearly settled, I took his still-hard cock as far into my mouth as I could, getting about half-way down the shaft, and sucked him as hard as I could until he flooded my mouth with his sweet cum.

  I didn't realize until that moment how much I missed it. I held it in my mouth, savouring the flavor like a wine-taster, before swallowing it all down.

  Lying back down on the bed, I opened my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy. Putting his legs up over his elbow like he did when we first fucked, he gently rubbed my pelvis as he slid half his length into my pussy. Half was more than enough.

  Giving me a moment to adjust, he started to fuck me, the pleasure crashing over me in an awesome wave. Apparently my pussy had missed Logan too, at least going by how the lips grabbed onto his cock as he fucked me to a transcendent orgasm, almost every nerve in my body going off at once. I wondered distantly if he had ever studied acupressure.

  Logan slipped his cock from my pussy, unloading his cum into my waiting mouth, massaging my pussy to keep contact as I sucked him clean. I was still feeling great. Cumming during pregnancy was even better than before.

  “Did you bring the butt plug?” I asked, after swallowing down my third delicious load of his cum.

  “Yes,” he said simply, going over to the dresser and taking the butt plug and lube out of a drawer.

  “You knew?”

  “No, I've learned my lesson about assuming anything. I did hope though,” he said, popping the cap with his thumb and covering the butt plug with the lube.

  I turned onto my side without him asking, spreading my ass to make it easier for him. Placing a hand on my hip, he carefully slid the butt plug firmly into place, deep in my asshole. I bit my lip to keep from screaming unless I thought it really hurt. Instead, it felt fucking amazing!

  As the butt plug did its job, Logan once again used his tongue to bring me to a huge, body-shaking orgasm. When I was ready, he withdrew the butt plug, massaging the outside of my stretched little asshole. When I was ready, he slid the head of his cock into my asshole. I gasped and raised my hips just from that.

  “You okay, honey?” he asked.

  “Y-yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

  He pushed half his cock in, actually making me scream that time. He had evidently learned to tell my screams of pleasure as well as my tears of joy because he then put a hand on my hip and started fucking me, stroking my pussy with his free hand.

  I thought I might pass out from pleasure. I certainly felt light-headed. But before that could happen, Logan brought me to orgasm once again, physically holding me down to keep me from hurting myself as I jerked and screamed like I needed an exorcist. This was the most amazing orgasm of my life, and I was so happy to be sharing it with my fiancé.

  Epilogue

  Kora

  We had to wait until early autumn for the ceremony. We would have done it earlier, but Brigette had been a bit overdue and we had wanted to wait until after she was born. A bit against tradition, I know, but neither Logan nor I were that keen on tradition anymore.

  There were also practicalities to consider, such as the dress-fitting and the sailing honeymoon we had planned, it being a bit too far along in my pregnancy to go on an extended trip. Logan said the family's private doctor could have come along, just in case, but I decided not to risk it.

  Not least because I wanted to actually be able to have sex on our honeymoon. Lots of rough, passionate, pounding, banging sex.

  I smiled thinking about it as I walked up the aisle, likely looking as happy as I felt. Logan was up there of course, holding Brigitte. We had compromised on the middle name, Freyja likely bringing up numerous spelling errors and had settled on Brigitte Kristen Parker-Evans, this last double-barrelled upper crust surname being what both Logan and I were going to be after we married, deciding the hyphenation was the best way to go.

  We flipped a coin to see which name would be first. I still think Logan may have cheated, though I have yet to figure out how.

  Logan had been an awesome dad, going far beyond what I had ever expected. He had been helpful during both the remainder of the pregnancy and the birth and had been really hands-on with Brigitte, doing everything he could to make my life easier as I recovered.

  He did big things like moving the nursery from my apartment to a room in his mansion, setting it up exactly the way I had it, even painting the walls the same shade of violet. As well as little things like going to get Brigitte for her late night feelings, bringing her to me so I wouldn't have to get out of bed.

  I would just sit there, sleepy but comfortable, as she nursed.

  Even though I had been medically forbidden to fuck for the first little while, I sucked him off several times a day, whenever we could get some time to ourselves. Not as energetically as I had before or would later feel like being when things got more back to normal, but he still really seemed to enjoy it.

  Kristen was up there at our ceremony with us, too. It only made sense that she be my maid of honor. She was both my only close friend and the closest thing I had to a sister.

  I also couldn't imagine anyone else I could possibly want to be there with me. Logan had chosen his dad as his best man. It was nice to see them patch things up. I didn't really know his dad yet, only having met him briefly while Kristen and I were in high school when he checked in on sleepovers and that, but he'd always seemed really nice. Which partly went to explain the change I had seen in Logan.

  He was becoming more like his dad. It was striking how similar they looked, which gave me a sort of window into what I could expect from Logan in another twenty or so years. Though I doubt Logan would even grow a beard, trimmed or not.

  While I guessed Mr. Parker had grown the thing out in an attempt to fit in at the lumber camp— he had told me the whole story while we were planning the wedding— it still looked distinguished, the small flecks of early gray helping with this impression.

  I made my way up the steps of the alter, the final notes of "The Gravel Walks" fading as I arrived. I kissed Brigitte on her tiny forehead and turned toward the minister to recite my vows.

  The exchanging of the rings was a bit awkward, Logan having his arms full, but we managed and I didn't really care if it was a bit difficult. It was hardly the most difficult thing I had ever done and I was just so happy to be there with the love of my life.

  When the minister said to Logan, "you may kiss the bride," you bet he did, and I kissed him right back, deeply and passionately so. There were actual gasps in the sanctuary, the majority of our family members being far more traditional than we were.

  I didn’t care, though. I was marrying the love of my life and I wanted the world to know it. I was a happy mother, a happy wife, and a happy best friend, all things I never thought I could be.

  Logan

  It had been a fine affair. The four people I loved most in the world were up there with me, now bound together by law if not blood.

  It really did feel
like a family. The rift between my living relatives and myself had finally mended and I was so happy that Kora and Brigitte were joining our little clan.

  Kristen seemed almost as excited to be an aunt as dad was to be a grandpa. They both doted on little Brigitte, leaving no doubt who we would call when we needed a babysitter.

  The ceremony had gone like clockwork, just as we had planned, the guests headed into the main hall for drinks before the reception. I made sure at least some the champagne we ordered was non-alcoholic, since some of my family members, including both Kora and me, had reasons not to drink, whether it was not knowing when to quit, nursing or trying their best to stay on the wagon.

  For me, it was just that I wanted to experience tonight without the help of any Vodka Gears or any other inebriation fogging up my mind. I wanted to remember it forever.

  Kora had been on her way to the reception hall when I grabbed her hand.

  "Come on," I said.

  "But, Brigitte -"

  "Is with Kristen and my dad," I said, giving her ass a hard squeeze.

  At least as hard as I could through her heavily layered wedding dress.

  "Oh," she said, getting my meaning, "you can't wait either, huh?"

  "Nope."

  I scooped her up and carried her to the room I'd had made up, kissing her all the way to the surprisingly large bed. I didn't bother with the hooks and things on the back of her dress. I just lifted the skirt and sort of dove in, Kora not wearing panties on my request.

  She had looked at me a bit strangely when I had asked her, but I was pretty sure she understood now that I was burying my face in her sweet pussy. I bet she was glad she had listened to her husband’s first request of our married life together.

  I gently covered her mouth to keep her from screaming, the acoustics at the reception hall being close to those in the parlor at home. She did not object and just did her best to lay still as I licked her to orgasm, Kora screaming against my hand.

  I slid a finger inside her and kissed her as she came, moving my hand down to the side of her neck. She continued to kiss me as she slowly sat up, undoing my belt as she did so.