Eight Long Years: A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance (Heart of Hope Book 5)

by Ajme Williams

  Eight Long Years

  A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance

  Ajme Williams

  Copyright © 2020 by Ajme Williams

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only.

  All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.

  Contents

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  Description

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Epilogue

  Excerpt: Friends to Lovers

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  Description

  April and I have been torn apart for eight years.

  I didn’t think she’d leave me after I joined the military.

  But her letter shredded me into pieces.

  She’d clearly told me that we weren’t meant to be.

  That everything we felt for each other was meaningless.

  I didn’t believe her.

  And I shouldn’t have.

  There was something else at play.

  April is my best friend’s little sister and he’s overprotective of her.

  There’s still time to find out the truth.

  Because I’m returning home.

  And April is no longer just my ex girlfriend.

  She’s also my employee.

  My forbidden, tempting, and gorgeous employee.

  And she’s hiding a secret.

  A huge secret that I should’ve known about years ago.

  I don’t think I could forgive her for keeping it from me.

  But first… I have to find out what kept us apart.

  And how I can make her mine forever.

  Prologue

  April

  I want Jude Mason to be my first.

  I looked at the diary entry I’d made when I was sixteen. My sentiments hadn’t changed in the last two years. I wanted to give my V-card to my brother’s best friend. But I didn’t just want to have sex. I wanted him to like me the way I’d liked him since I was fourteen years old. I’d gone from having a crush, to an infatuation, and now love.

  When my brother first brought Jude home to play video games, I was eleven years old. My brother August was a freshman in high school and having a hard time of it. He was the proverbial nerd with big glasses, scrawny build, and more interested in cerebral activities than sports. In many ways, his friendship with Jude was odd since they were opposites. Jude, unlike us, came from a poor and somewhat dysfunctional family. Even at fourteen, he’d been strong and athletic. But, he was also smart, and while a little rough around the edges, he was nice. He and my brother were partnered in some sort of science experiment, and since then they’d been friends. Perhaps it was because Jude, for all his good looks and natural athleticism, was also a bit of an outsider as he never really bought into school culture, so maybe his friendship with my brother made total sense.

  At eleven, I just thought they were boring and annoying. It wasn’t until I was about thirteen, and first noticing boys, that I took notice of Jude. He was sixteen and drove a used motorcycle that he bought with his own money saved in his part-time construction job. When the weather was nice, he’d cruise over and then he and my brother, in the new car my parents bought for him, would drive to the river to swim. I often tagged along as the annoying little sister.

  By the time I was sixteen, I was full on head-over-heels in love with him. I not only wanted to give him my V-card, I wanted to marry him. All over my diary were flowery signatures of Mrs. April Mason. While now at eighteen, I thought those signatures and hearts were silly, my feelings and desires for Jude were as strong as ever.

  He was my brother’s best friend, but over the years, especially when my brother left for college four years ago, Jude would still come over usually under the guise of helping with things like mowing the lawn, and over that time we’d become friends too. He once beat up Daniel Kipson for making lewd comments about me when I turned Daniel down for a date. At the time, I hoped it was because Jude was jealous, but then he started dating someone else and I realized he was just being a big brother type.

  Of course, that didn’t stop me from loving and lusting after him. I was biding my time and finally, my patience was about to pay off. My parents were off on a weekend overnight trip and August, who had planned to come home this weekend, decided to stay at college in Jamestown to play Dungeons and Dragons or something with his college friends, since they were all graduating and going their own ways soon.

  He’d made plans to see Jude too, but when he called to tell me he wasn’t coming home, I told him I’d let Jude know. Yes, it was a lie, because I didn’t let Jude know, but what big brother didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And if I was lucky, Jude wouldn’t be too disappointed at not finding August here, and in fact, would discover I was much more interesting.

  It was a warm day in late May, so I wore a pretty summer dress that accentuated my curves. I wasn’t a petite girl with a thigh gap, a goal I never understood. I like looking like a full-figured woman, not a boy. Underneath my dress, I wore the lacy bra and panties I just bought at Victoria’s Secret. It was kismet or serendipity that I’d bought the lingerie and then had this opportunity to seduce Jude. I just hoped he liked it and I didn’t end up embarrassing myself.

  I sprayed on my mom’s pretty floral perfume, and checked that my nails from yesterday's mani-pedi still looked shiny.

  I heard the roar of his motorcycle and it sent shivers of anticipation up my spine. When the doorbell rang, I rushed to it, stopping and taking a quick breath to calm myself before opening it.

  I pulled the door open. “Hey Jude.” I smirked as always when I’d sing the greeting like the Beatles song.

  He gave his head a quick shake, his slightly overgrown dark blond hair falling over
his forehead. “That’s not old or anything.” He stepped inside. “Where’s Aug?”

  I shut the door behind him so he couldn’t escape too easily. “Actually, he’s still at school. He changed his mind about coming home.”

  Jude’s brow furrowed. “Why didn’t he call me?”

  “I was supposed to. I’m sorry. But since you’re here, do you want to hangout? My parents are gone so I’m all by myself.”

  He shifted like he was uncomfortable as he looked at me. His light blue eyes that always made me think of stars looked down at my outfit and then up to my face again.

  “It looks like you have plans too.”

  “No. Just hanging out. We’ve got beer if you want,” I said, knowing he was now twenty-one.

  “Sure. Why not.”

  It wasn’t a raving acceptance, but I’d take it. We went to the kitchen and I grabbed the pack of six bottles of beer from the refrigerator and then led him back to our sun porch that overlooked the canal with access to the Missouri River.

  I continued to bide my time, shooting the breeze with him as he drank one and then a second beer. We sat on the couch together but with some distance between us. For him, I’m sure it was a normal visit. For me, my skin was crawling with agitation and pent up sexual frustration.

  We’d just finished talking about my upcoming high school graduation and my plans for the fall, when I asked him, “Was Dina Markem really your first?”

  His head jerked back in surprise. “Ah…how’d you know that?”

  “My room is next to Auggie’s and I remember hearing you guys talk about your conquests. Or you talk about yours, since Auggie didn’t really have any.”

  “Why are you asking me about this?”

  “She was older than you, but still what…sixteen, seventeen?”

  He studied me. “Something like that. Why?”

  “Do you suppose most people graduate from high school having lost their virginity? I mean, even Auggie got laid before he left high school.”

  “I’m sure there are some who wait. What’s going on here, April?”

  I looked down, knowing that my next words would either scare him away or hopefully have him help put me out of my misery.

  “I still have my V-card.” I slanted my gaze toward him to see what he thought about that.

  “There’s no shame in that, April. I won’t deny that sex is great, but it’s something you need to be ready for.” He took a long sip of his beer.

  I reached over and got another bottle for him.

  “That’s the thing, Jude. I feel ready. And I really don’t want to go to college as a virgin.”

  He took the bottle I handed to him and set it on the table beside the couch. “That’s not a good enough reason to fuck.”

  My girly parts lit up at his use of the word fuck. I wondered if he talked dirty like that when he was doing the deed.

  “You should have feelings for the guy and he should have feelings for you. Respect you.”

  “Do you respect me, Jude?”

  He blinked at me a bit stunned. “Well, yes but—”

  Taking a chance, I moved closer to him. “I want you to be my first.”

  “Ah hell, April. I’m….ah…that’s really sweet but I can’t.”

  “Why? Are you seeing someone already?” I tried to push away the embarrassment and disappointment.

  “Well…no. But you’re August’s sister. I couldn’t do that to him.”

  I pursed my lips. “First, you’re not doing it to him, you’re doing it to me. Second, if my brother respects and trusts you, then that makes you the perfect candidate, doesn’t it?”

  He shifted, tugging at the pant leg of his jeans. I saw a long ridge and realized that his dick was hard. I gasped at the idea of that. He was turned on by me.

  “Did you plan this?”

  “Yes. I’m not going to college as a virgin. If I do it with some local jerk, he’ll probably talk about it, ruining my reputation. You’d have to go beat him up. Or you could do it, because I know you’d be discrete. I want it to be you.”

  “Jesus, April.” He ran his hands through his hair.

  “Is it just Auggie that makes you stop? Wouldn’t you want me?”

  His blue eyes seemed darker as they looked at me. “Yes.”

  “Yes, it’s Auggie or yes you would want me.”

  He looked down and uttered, “Fuck.” He let out a breath and lifted his gaze to me. “Yes, to both. You’re beautiful and sexy, so yes, of course, I’d want you. But Aug would want to kick my ass and I’d have to let him because you just don’t fuck your friend’s sister.”

  I could undress and hope that his sex urges took over. Or I could try a new angle.

  I shook my head and sat back. “I know I’m not like Dina. I’m probably repulsive to you.”

  He let out a small growl. Then he took my hand and set it over his zipper. Underneath, he was hard and long, and my pussy clenched at the idea of him shoving it inside me.

  “See. I do think you’re sexy, but I can’t betray Aug like that.”

  Okay, it was time to try a new tactic. “Could you at least show me what men like to have done to them?” I gently stroked his dick through his jeans.

  He groaned and his hips gyrated slightly at my touch. I took a chance and unzipped his jeans, my fingers brushing over the soft fabric of his boxer briefs.

  “April…fuck…we can’t.”

  I took his hand, and pressed it on the exposed flesh of my chest and pushed his fingers under the fabric of my dress over my breasts. His fingers brushed over my nipple and it was like I’d stuck my finger in a light socket, electricity zapped through my body.

  “I want you, Jude. I want it to be you. I might be a virgin, but I want you so bad. I’m wet for you.” I took his hand from my dress top and, pulling up the shirt of my dress, brought it to my new lacy panties so he could know how much I wanted him.

  He closed his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  He was fighting with himself. I hoped to God that my side won.

  “Teach me what to do, Jude.”

  He took his other hand, gripping me around the back of my neck, and pulling me to him. His lips seared mine in a hot kiss that had me groaning. I’d been kissed before, but never like this. Never had I tasted frustration and desperation. It was heady and exciting, and I wanted more.

  “You can do anything to me,” I said against his lips. “Anything you want.”

  He groaned again, his hands were a flurry of activity as he got my dress and bra off. He tugged me over him until I was straddling his thighs. The friction of his hard cock against my pussy was amazing even though he was still dressed.

  His lips wrapped around my nipple, and I cried out as another zap of electricity shot out straight to my pussy. He sucked and I ground my pussy against his dick. So good, I thought. Even just like this, it felt so good.

  I reached between us, my hand sliding under the waistband of his underwear until I felt the soft velvety head of his dick. He pushed me back on the couch, and yanked my panties down.

  “You want to know what it’s like to fuck?” he asked.

  “I want to know what you like. What it’s like to fuck you.” I gasped at the wild intensity in his eyes.

  His finger stroked through my pussy lips and my hips arched up to his touch, wanting more. “I’m gonna eat you out, April. What do you think of that?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  I think he wanted me to say no, but I meant it when I said I wanted him to do anything he wanted to me.

  He moved down my body, his fingers opening me at my center. “Have you ever had an orgasm, April?”

  “Only when touching myself and thinking of you.”

  He growled at that, and then his mouth was on me, doing delicious, naughty things to me. His tongue was swirling around my clit and then inside me, thrusting in and out. I was a mess of sensations, writhing as pressure built and built until I didn’t think I could stand it any longer.
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br />   “Oh God, Jude…oh God… Oh God…” And then I was there. I flew. I soared. It was amazing.

  I was in a haze only vaguely aware that he was shoving his pants down. His dick was long and thick, and amazingly, my pussy tingled to life again.

  He gripped my hips, his blue eyes blazing down at me. “Are you sure about this, April?”

  “Yes. Yes, fuck me, Jude. I want you.”

  For a moment, he looked like he was going to thrust in. But then he swore and leaned over me, putting one hand by my head and his other going to his dick.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, but I probably will.”

  “I don’t care. I want to feel you inside me.” I was tired of waiting. I worried he was going to change his mind.

  He squeezed his eyes shut, and put his dick at my entrance, pushing until I could feel the head of him inside me. Oh my God, it was so good.

  “More.” I gripped his ass, wanting him to take me. Take my virginity. Take my love.

  “Fuck…you’re tight…” He pushed in a little bit more, then withdrew and pushed in again. Each time, he moved deeper inside until he hit my barrier. “This may hurt.” He said roughly.

  “I don’t care.”

  He withdrew, and then in one forceful thrust, he plunged in. A shockwave tore through me. A pinch of pain was replaced by a sense of wonder at the feel of him inside of me. A part of me. It was even more glorious than I’d imagined.

  “Are you okay?” he asked with a labored breath.