Knocked Up by Brother's Best Friend: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

by Amy Brent

  We stood, shedding our clothes in the darkness of my apartment. I was in control of what happened here. I was the queen of my castle. I’d have him coming and screaming my name, begging for more before I kicked him out. I’d use him for my perfect night and then simply let him go like he did all those other fucking women he probably destroyed.

  His hands cupped my tits while my fingertips danced down his abs. His rock hard body was panting, his cock dripping as it reached out to be embedded in me. I took his hand and lured him into my bedroom, toppling us to the crisp, soft mattress as his lips dove for my neck.

  He sucked patches of skin in, his lips traveling greedily down my body. I wanted him more than I did the first time. I wanted every single dip of my body to be met with his tongue by the time we were finished tonight. His lips wrapped around my pert nipple, causing my back to arch into him as he smiled.

  My hands threaded through his hair, pushing him down to where I really wanted him.

  His tongue painted faceless images all over my stomach. I jumped at his touch, feeling his hands slowly part my thighs. I moaned at the cool air hitting my wet pussy. My folds were slowly opening for him, blooming for him and waiting to accept his tongue.

  He tossed my legs over his shoulders, his hands threading underneath my thighs. His massive hands wrapped around and parted my pussy folds, his lips kissing me sweetly as my hands tugged his hair. I needed him to be closer. Deeper. I wanted to come all over his face, so he couldn’t rid himself of my scent for days like I couldn’t get rid of his.

  Then, his tongue darted out to lick up my juices. I lifted my head and watched those peridot eyes stare me down, his tongue making a show of the fluids he was scooping up and swallowing. His tongue found my clit, flicking it out from underneath its hood as my body jumped. He chuckled darkly at my reaction as my head slammed back down onto the pillow, and it didn’t take him long before he picked up the pace.

  My legs shook, and my thighs clamped down onto his cheeks. His hands kept me parted as my ankles tangled against one another. I pressed my heels into his strong back, arching my pussy deeper into his tongue. He gave me exactly what I wanted, pressing deeper and deeper as he took long, thick licks of my dripping slit.

  It threw me over the edge as I came hard, spilling my juices onto the comforter of my bed as I moaned and groaned his name.

  He cleaned me up with his tongue as I laid there panting. He stalked up my body, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. I saw the look of confidence in his eyes as his gaze met mine, that bullshit grin I wanted to slap right off his face.

  But I didn’t have the energy, and I wanted his body too much to be angry at him.

  At myself for caving in again.

  I raised my lips up and crashed them onto him. I licked my essence off his lips as his cock settled in between my legs. I was still surprised at how massive he was, thinking my body would never be able to take all of him. My hands ran down his back, digging into his sinewy muscle as his hand guided the head of his cock straight into my pussy.

  I whimpered and shook, feeling him inch into my body until his hips finally bottomed out into mine.

  “You’re so tight for me, Sarah,” he said into my ear. “So perfect for me.”

  I squeezed my pussy around his length, drawing breathless gasps from him as I giggled in his ear.

  “I like these games you play, but you must understand I play them better, right?”

  He slowly drew out before he jammed himself back in, and it caused me to fall back to the bed.

  “You must understand that you really have no control when it comes to me.”

  He drew back out and slowly inched in, hitting every single part of my swollen walls as I trembled and gasped for breath. He felt so good, and he sounded even better like the demons of the devil humming in my ear.

  “You must know how your body trembles for me,” he said as he dipped his lips to my neck. “How your skin gives way at every touch I give you.”

  I moaned as goosebumps appeared on my arms, giving away my desperate need for him as he smirked against my skin.

  “Then you must know why you really wanted this second date tonight, Sarah.”

  He had my full attention now as he lifted his gaze to mine.

  And then, I asked the question I really didn’t want the answer to.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “It’s very simple really,” he said as he stuffed his cock farther into my body.

  I moaned his name involuntarily as the smirk on his face grew into a lascivious grin.

  “It’s because you simply wanted it,” he whispered.

  At that very moment, he pounded into my hips. My tits bounced and my body churned. I hung on for dear life as his cock ripped me into pieces, throwing me into a carnal frenzy as my lips kissed and nipped at every part of him I could find. His hands wrapped around me and pulled me into his lap, his feet planted on the floor as I rode his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shamelessly bucked in his lap, coating his thighs in my silken fluids as he chuckled darkly in my ear.

  Our moans and groans swirled into one another’s. His hands ran down my back. He set my skin on fire while his cock stroked the electricity coursing through my veins, and my lips sloppily found his as our tongues licked against one another like the flames of a growing fire.

  He lifted me from the bed and carried me to the wall, pinning me against it as he fucked me senseless. My tits bounced as he caught one between his teeth, pulling from me a wail I didn’t even think I was capable of.

  He pinned my wrists above my head as my legs tightened around him, and it was then I felt it.

  His cock began throbbing against my walls.

  “Your body’s intoxicating, Sarah. The things you do to me. Shit.”

  “Mason. Please. Don’t stop. Holy fucking hell, your cock.”

  “I knew you’d like it. I knew you’d like every second of it. They all do. Every single one.”

  His voice was like the luring song of Satan’s den, hooking in the desperate and lost and pulling them into their deepest, darkest desires. I felt my pussy clamping down around his cock, massaging him as it begged for his come. My body lurched up the wall, feeling every single one of his muscles work for my pleasure.

  I licked and sucked at his skin, tasting every part of him I could until I felt it.

  That rubber band snapping behind my hips.

  “Yes! Yes! Mason! Yes!”

  “Come for me, Sarah. Come on my cock.”

  I felt my juices pour out of me as my orgasm rendered me silent. My entire body pulled taut as my jaw unhinged. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my pussy quaked around his cock, forcing Mason deeper into my body. He pressed himself into me, his lips kissing every single millimeter of my skin he could catch as his cock shot hot streams of come into my body.

  By the time we were done, our mixture was dripping down his balls.

  I collapsed into him, and he caught me without a second thought. He stroked my hair as he laid me down on my bed, covering me with my covers as he laid down beside me. I could feel his strong, broad chest pressing into my back, heaving for the same sex-tainted air I was as my eyes fluttered closed. He pulled my hair back from my shoulder and kissed it, right in the spot he’d marked the last time we were together.

  The spot still shone with its black and red marks, and I could feel him grinning into my skin.

  My breathing settled out, and I could feel sleep overcoming me. Part of me wondered if he would stay, and part of me was shocked at the fact that I wanted him to. I heaved a sigh of relief, feeling the relaxation cascade over my body. I turned to hold him. To pull him closer and paint his chest with kisses.

  I wanted him to know that I understood his plights and appreciated the attention he showered onto me during this second date.

  But when I rolled over and expected to hit him, all I got was a warm, empty bed. I leaned up and looked for him, pulling the comforter from the bed and wrapp
ing it around my body.

  “Mason?” I called out. “Mason? Where are you?”

  Then, just as I went to go check the main room, I heard the front door of my apartment shut closed.

  Mason had left.

  Without a word.

  Chapter 12

  Mason

  Oh, her body was sweet like honey last night. And she got a taste of her own medicine. A perfect date. A good romp. And then the person she gave herself to leaving without a word. She might’ve had the perfect date, but I had the perfect closing argument. Even though I left without another thought given to the situation, we all knew who had the last word.

  Me.

  I’d had the last word in that exchange last night.

  And I knew if I left it like that, left it like she left things the first time between us, that it would get her out of my mind. She’d call, I wouldn’t pick up, she’d call a few more times, and I’d simply smile at how she wanted me and craved me, how she couldn’t stand the fact that I’d just left her like that.

  I’d finally have the likes of Sarah Williams in my pool of women to draw from whenever I was lonely or back in the area.

  But she was still on my mind. Even though I took a hot shower when I got home and washed her from my skin, I still woke up with her scent underneath my nostrils. I hopped back into the shower and scrubbed myself down, using my exfoliating facial scrub to annihilate my body. I wanted to erase every single trace of her. I wanted to get rid of the events that led me up to this point.

  And still, her memory and her scent fluttered around my body.

  It was like she was still fucking there, taunting me with those beautiful thighs. Her perfect plump lips still burned the side of my neck as I closed my eyes, reveling in how wonderful her sighs and groans felt in the crook of my neck. I hadn’t even had my coffee this morning and already my mind was swirling with disgustingly terrible thoughts of her. Thoughts of hanging her off a balcony while I devoured her pussy. Thoughts of tying her to my headboard so I could part those thighs whenever I wanted.

  I stepped right out of the shower and into my personal steam room, hoping to cleanse my body of her once and for all.

  But all I could think about was driving my cock into her body while the steam swirled all around us.

  Finally, after three hours of walking around with a massive hard-on and her smile at the forefront of my memory, I picked up my phone and called her. Even if I didn’t understand what the fuck was going on, there was something about her my body wanted more of, and I was never one to deny my body what it wanted.

  “Hello?” she asked.

  “Sarah. It’s me.”

  “Mason? I’m sorry, I can’t honestly say I recognize your voice,” she said. “You left so silently last night.”

  “I could say the same about you the first night we were together.”

  “You have a fair point,” she said.

  “Listen, I was wondering if you were doing anything for lunch today.”

  “You mean besides working?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Besides that.”

  “Then nothing, if working doesn’t count.”

  “What if I came by the studio and picked you up? Say, around twelve thirty? Would you be free then to grab lunch for an hour or so?” I asked.

  “I guess. I won’t go on until three, and I won’t need to start prepping myself until two.”

  “Perfect. I’ll call you when I’m outside. See you then.”

  “See you soon,” she said.

  At twelve thirty, I was parked outside of her studio. Even though I still didn’t understand why in the world I was doing this, I couldn’t wait to see her. I shot her a message letting her know I was out here, and a massive smile crossed my face as I saw her dump out of the studio building. She moved with the type of grace that couldn’t be taught or fabricated. Her thick body swayed side to side with each step she took, and I had to take deep breaths in order to keep myself under control. She opened the car door and slid in, but made no move to look at me.

  “Anything you’d like to eat in particular?” I asked.

  “Something out of town,” was all she gave me.

  I drove us just beyond the Dallas city limits before I stopped at a barbecue joint. It wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t upscale, but it was the best I could do in the time crunch we had. She didn’t allow me to open any doors for her nor did she bring her gaze to meet mine. Everything about her screamed the fact that she was angry at me for last night, but all that amounted to was a bunch of hypocritical bullshit.

  We both got in the punches we felt we deserved, and now it was time to act like adults.

  Specifically, it was time to figure out why my fucking brain couldn’t toss her to the curb.

  “How’d you sleep last night?” I asked.

  “Fine,” she said.

  “Would it help if I told you I was sorry?” I asked.

  “No,” she said.

  “Are you going to be like this all through lunch?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Would it help if I told you I woke up with you on my mind?”

  She slowly panned her gaze over to me, and I could tell I had her attention.

  “You what?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Don’t worry, it shocked me, too.”

  “Thanks,” she said flatly.

  “Not like that. Quit taking everything so personal. You’re better than that.”

  “Check, please,” she said.

  “Okay, okay, okay. Look, I just want to get to know you a little better, is that so wrong?”

  “You could’ve done that last night. Would've made for some nice pillow talk,” she said.

  “Well, we can’t go back to last night. We’ve only got right now. So, can we just toss the first two dates and start right here?” I asked.

  She looked at me like I’d grown a third head. Like I’d just sprouted two fucking heads beside my own, and she was still trying to decipher what was happening. And I had to admit, I was just as taken aback, but we both couldn’t look like flabbergasted idiots in the same restaurant.

  “Sure. I’ll bite,” she said.

  “Wonderful. So, tell me a bit about yourself. What’s your favorite color?” I asked.

  “Orange,” she said.

  “Mine’s chrome.”

  “Chrome isn’t a color. It’s a metallic element,” she said.

  “Then silver,” I said. “Silver’s my favorite color.”

  “Technically, it’s metallic gray,” she said.

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  “You feel that feeling inside you right now? That gnawing, annoyed sensation that’s eating at your gut?”

  “The one that’s telling me to flip this fucking table on top of you right now?” I asked.

  “Yep. I fucked you the first time with that same feeling,” she said.

  Now she was the one that had my attention.

  “Can I ask why?”

  “Because I viewed you as every other man. Every other cheating, lying, disgusting man that ever crossed my path. No man has ever treated me with the respect I deserved, so I figured giving you a fun run for your money before leaving you in your most vulnerable state would somehow vindicate me because of all the hurt men have bestowed upon me.”

  That actually made a hell of a lot of sense.

  “Did it work?” I asked. “Did you feel vindicated?”

  “For about an hour. Then I got home, got undressed, crawled into bed, and still cried myself to sleep.”

  I held her gaze for what seemed like hours. She openly admitted something I didn’t have to pull from her. A weakness she had. A vulnerability she only showed when she was alone, in the dark, in her room.

  “And I’m guessing you did what you did last night simply to get back at me,” she said.

  “You’d be right, yes.”

  “So, now that we both have hopped off the petty train, let’s try answering some questions that aren’t bullshit qu
estions. How does that sound?” she asked.

  “What non-bullshit question would you like answered?”

  “What’s the real reason why you won’t try to fix things with your mom?”

  I sat there for a long time as our drinks were finally set in front of us. My gaze drifted over her body. Along the smooth frame she held as she sat back into the wooden booth. The way her eyes were kind but held a dagger-laced stare that would threaten to bludgeon me open if I answered her with a lie. She was testing me, giving me one last chance to prove I wasn’t like all those other men.

  And even though I had no idea why, I didn’t want to be like all those other men in her life. I might bounce from woman to woman, but I sure as hell treated her with respect when she was with me.

  Mostly.

  “Because if I attempt to rekindle things with my mother, then to me it seems like I’m somehow putting a stamp of approval on what she did. Like me fixing things with her is me telling her that I approved of her leaving. And I didn’t. I still don’t, and I never will. I’ll never forgive her or be okay with her abandoning my father and me.”

  “You mentioned she had a family after she left,” she said. “And that her daughter tries to convince you to fix things with her.”