Daddy’s Secret Baby
Natasha L. Black
Copyright © 2019 by Natasha L. Black
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
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Contents
Also by Natasha L. Black
Introduction
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
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
Bad Boy’s Secret Baby (Sample)
A Note from the Author
About the Author
Also by Natasha L. Black
Alpha Male Collection:
Forbidden Daddy| Redemption| Protecting Her
Saving Sky| Protecting Sasha
Complete box set here: Men in Charge
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Reverse Harem/Ménage Collection:
Double Dirty| The Cabin| Double Trouble
Training the Rookie| Cuffed to my Roomies
Complete box set here: One Lucky Girl
* * *
Fake Marriage Collection:
Pretend You’re Mine| Pretend I’m Yours| Let’s Pretend
Faking It
Complete box set here: Playing Pretend
* * *
Secret Baby & More:
My Ex’s Secret Baby| Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Brother’s Best Friend| Forbidden Protector| Sweet Tooth| Forbidden Protector
Introduction
Losing her the first time damn near killed me.
We were kids then, crazy in love. Her dad found out, and just like that I was shipped back to college early.
No goodbye, nothing.
After that, I always found an excuse to stay away.
Nothing short of my dad’s cancer could’ve brought me back to town.
Now I find out I have a child, one that was kept a secret from me.
I’m pissed. I’m hurt. I’m confused.
And I can’t get Ari off my mind.
The woman she’s become, so beautiful and strong.
An artist who put her life on hold to support her child—our child.
All those years ago, we broke each other’s hearts. We lost everything.
Can we ever get it back?
Is it too late for a second chance with my first love?
Or will Santa bring me everything I've ever wanted this Christmas?
1
Arianna - Nine Years Ago
Phew.
The moment has come.
I peeked out the window to check the road. Dad had left thirty minutes ago, and I figured things were safe. He hadn’t turned around to come back for anything, and with the field for the nightly pickup game being twenty minutes away, he was probably already there, which meant he’d be gone for three hours.
It was a town tradition. Every summer on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, there were pickup games of all sorts in the field across town. Some nights, it was baseball, other nights, soccer or football. Tonight, it was basketball. Out there on the outside courts with the lights on and the vendor’s station open. Dad always tried to get me to go to the games. But tonight? I was sick.
Not really. But he didn’t have to know that.
I scurried away from the window and rushed for the home phone. I picked it up and dialed Simon’s number, letting it ring twice.
Then, I hung up. I did it one more time, signaling to him that things were safe, knowing he’d be waiting for my signal.
I wanted, no needed, to see him so badly it nearly hurt.
For him to take me in his large comforting arms, caress my body, and kiss me the way he always did, which would leave my panties wet.
I needed our bodies to mold into each other as he held me all night, until the very minute my dad’s headlights exposed our rapture.
Like we had so many times that summer.
I knew it was stupid. I knew that if I got caught by my father, I’d be dead. He hated Simon, and I didn’t even know why. He just did. That was the only explanation I ever got. But I wouldn’t let that stop me. I wanted to be around Simon. I never wanted him to let me go. And even though the two of us were headed off to separate colleges in a couple of weeks, that didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy the time we had left together.
I stood there by the phone and waited for it to ring. As the minutes ticked by, my stomach sank. I started wondering if Simon had gotten the “all clear” signal to come over. Maybe I needed to do it again? My father had already been gone an hour. I gnawed on my lower lip as dread filled my gut.
Maybe Simon wasn’t coming?
Then, the phone rang. It rang twice, then hung up before I called back again, forcing me to take off down into the basement.
I slammed the door behind me and turned on the light. I rushed down the stairs, making my way for the basement door. It was a small door. Most people had to duck to get underneath it. Simon, especially, with him standing at over six feet tall. But it was hard to see. The thing was nearly eclipsed by a hill in our backyard, and no one ever saw it until they really got up close and personal with our porch.
When I saw Simon’s silhouette standing in the darkness outside, I squealed with delight.
I ripped open the door and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside, hoping no one saw him. I turned around and smiled up at him, thankful he had gotten my signal and he had made it.
But I didn’t even get near him before his hands fell to my hips.
“Come here, beautiful.”
His lips crashed against mine and I moaned as his tongue shoved its way into my mouth. My arms draped around his neck, pressing against him as he pinned me to the door. His pelvis rocked against mine and made me shiver. His lanky arms held me with all the strength he could muster. He was tall and lean, with dexterous fingers that shot electricity through my body every time they caressed my skin.
Simon Redman had stolen my breath away.
He was a cute boy, with shaggy auburn hair and beautiful white skin that contrasted mine. His hazel eyes pierced me, and the smattering of freckles across his nose always wrinkled up whenever he laughed. I couldn’t get enough of him. His touch. His kiss. His cock.
He ripped me away from the door before we stumbled over to the couch.
“I thought you’d never call,” he murmured.
He kissed down my neck as I sighed.
“I thought you’d never show up, Simon.”
“I’m sorry. Mom. She left late. And Dad. He’s late. To the field.”
His kisses punctuated his words. And my heart soared as the last three. His father had been my volleyball coach at the high school. Simon’s father and my father were friends, but they were also sports rivals. They each hated different teams and rooted against one another during the sporting seasons. They were alw
ays so competitive with one another. So, if his father was late to the field, that meant Dad’s game was late to start.
Which meant we had more time with one another.
Our clothes came off in a flurry. They fell to the floor before I fell to the couch. He pushed my knees apart and fell to his own, scooting between my thighs. His eyes fell hungrily to my chest. My head fell back against the cushions as he sucked on my nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks while his hands massaged my thighs.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.”
“Simon, your tongue. I need it.”
He chuckled. “Tell me where, beautiful.”
“My—my—”
“Uh-huh…?”
He nipped at my nipple, and I gasped.
“My pussy. Please.”
“There’s a good girl.”
He tossed my legs over his shoulders and parted my folds. One stroke of his tongue, and my hips pressed against his lips. I whimpered for more as he swirled his tongue around, making my legs twitch as my hands wrapped up in the shaggy tendrils of his hair. I pulled him closer and felt rather than heard him grunting as he licked me clean. His hand slid up my thigh, making my pussy clamp down as I coated his face in arousal.
“Fingers. Please. I need your fin—oh, yes.”
He hummed deep into my pussy as one finger filled my entrance. One, then two, sliding against my walls and crooking against that pebbled spot inside my body. I arched my back and rocked against him, my legs tightening as that coil clenched in my gut. I gasped for air. Electricity shot up my spine. My body stilled and my legs contracted as he growled into my pussy.
“Come, Arianna.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
“Simon! Yes!”
He pumped his fingers languidly, stroking me through my orgasm. My body quaked and my skin flushed. He kissed my swollen pussy lips and licked me clean as his fingers kept me on the edge, still stroking and pumping, forcing me to shiver. My toes curled. My eyes rolled back. My hands fell away from his hair as I fisted the cushions of the couch. I had no idea how the hell he did this to me. How he kept me going, even after my body wanted to quit.
But as his thumb touched down against my sensitive nub, I got thrown into the clouds again.
“Oh, shit,” I whimpered.
“My God, you are so beautiful.”
My legs jiggled with the force of my second orgasm. He moved his hand as I fell against the couch, spent and panting, sweating down the nape of my neck. He moved me how he wanted me, my back against the cushions and my leg tossed over the back of the couch. I watched him stroke his cock through lazy eyes and watching him leak into his hand popped something inside me.
“Fuck me. Now,” I breathed.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, grinning.
He slid his cock inside me, and I cried out. It hurt. With him, it always hurt, but only for a second. His body fell against mine, and his chest pressing into me. His lips captured mine, and I got to taste myself on him. I wrapped my arms around him. My legs twitched as he stroked deeply, giving my walls time to adjust before he snapped his hips against mine.
“Shit.”
“That’s it. Squeeze me, Arianna.”
Another snap.
“Simon.”
“Fucking hell.”
Another snap, then another, until my body jumped as he pounded against me. His name fell from my lips like an effortless prayer. He kissed me, all over my cheeks and my neck and my forehead. His cock filled me to the brim. I felt his tight curls raking against my clit and I panted for air and lifted my hips to feel more of him. I was addicted. I couldn’t get enough. And as he drove into me, I felt my body climbing that mountain again.
“Oh, Simon. Please.”
“I love it when you beg for me, Ari.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him as close as I could stand. The pain and the pleasure mixed together, swirling around in my head. The world tilted around me. My eyes rolled back as I clung to him for the ride of a lifetime. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room as I bit into his shoulder, muffling my wails of ecstasy.
Until his cock finally exploded inside me.
“Fuck me. Yeah, Ari. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
His growls rushed goose bumps over my body as I whimpered against his skin.
He heaved for air as he fell against me, his cock still sheathed inside me. I reached for the blanket on the back of the couch and pulled it over us, trying to warm us from the frigid basement. I kissed his temple, his neck, the teeth marks I’d left behind. I felt him slowly slide out before a gush of fluid rushed between my legs. I giggled, burying my head into the crook of his neck. And as his chuckle filled my ears, he wiggled down beside me, trapping me between the couch cushions and his body.
“Hi there,” he said.
I blushed. “Hi, Simon.”
“So, how are you?”
I giggled. “You’re a mess, you know that?”
“And you’re shivering. Do you want to put your clothes back on?”
“Yeah, I really think she should.”
The sound of my father’s voice forced me upright. I held the blanket up against my naked body, as my eyes widened. He came down the stairs, emerging into the light. As the scowl on his face grew, I saw anger rising behind his stare.
“What. The fuck. Is this?” Dad asked.
“Daddy, please.”
“Simon?” he asked.
“Hi, Mr.—”
Dad held up his hand. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He leapt down the stairs and gathered up my clothes. He threw them at me before reaching for Simon’s arm. He pulled him off the couch, and I cried out, trying to keep a hold on Simon. His naked body stumbled across the basement. Dad threw his clothes at him as his anger mounted. I stood up, wrapping the blanket around me, trying to cover myself as Simon scrambled to get into his clothes.
“You get the fuck out of my house, and don’t you ever come back,” he growled.
“Dad wait a second. Stop,” I begged.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Did you think you could sneak around behind my back? That I wouldn’t find out?”
Tears rushed to my eyes. “Daddy, stop. Please.”
He whipped around, jamming his finger in my face. “I’ll deal with you in a moment. How could you? How could you do this to yourself? To your life? To your future?”
“No, Daddy. We’ll deal with this now.”
I rushed to stand in between him and Simon, even though my fear was taking hold.
“Move,” he commanded.
“No,” I said.
“If you don’t move, I swear to—”
“I’ve done everything of me you’ve ever asked, Daddy. I’ve made straight As. Kept up my grades. Applied to the schools you wanted me to. I’ve even worn the clothes you wanted me to. The least you can do is allow me this. One summer to enjoy what I want. One summer to be me, for once. You owe me at least that.”
He lunged at me, and Simon wrapped his arms around my waist. But my father’s grip was stronger. He gripped my upper arms and ripped me away, pulling the blanket from my body with force. I tried covering myself as he looked me up and down. He picked up my clothes and tossed them at me, like they were nothing but tattered rags.
“Clothe yourself. You look like a common whore.”
And it was the last thing he said to me before he threw Simon out of our house, half-naked, into the freezing cold, without a second thought.
2
Simon
My hands shook as I shoved them into my pockets. Ari’s father stared me down as I stood next to my own. Last night had been embarrassing enough, standing out in the frigid cold with my fucking cock still half hanging out of my boxers. In New Hampshire, when the rain came in just right, the summer nights could get as cold as fifty degrees.
I was shocked I didn’t wake up sick that morning. However, what did take me by surprise was my father waking me up. He
never woke me up. He always let me sleep until I got up of my own volition. But when he told me Ari’s father was downstairs, I almost leapt out of bed and scrambled to put on clothes.
Now, her father stared at me with a cold, icy stare, one that reminded me of the rain pelting against my skin last night as I raced home on my bike. When he barged in on Ari and me, I knew he was going to hit me. After he yanked me the way he did off her, I knew the next move was him slugging me across my jaw—not that I deserved it, but that was his daughter he’d caught in a compromising position. And for some reason, he’d never been my biggest fan.
Something I still didn’t understand.
“Why are you here, Matt?”
Ari’s father finally pried his eyes away from me and looked at my own father.
“Tommy, you and I have known each other for a very long time,” he said.
“Which is why I’m wondering why the hell my son has a bruise on his arm in the shape of your hand.”
“How much did he tell you about last night?”
My father shrugged. “Not much.”
“I found him naked with my daughter in the basement of my home.”
Dad looked over at me, and I sighed. He stared at me, long and hard. It hadn’t been a secret to him that we’d been dating. I’d been very up-front about it with him and told him how I felt about Ari. How I wanted to see her, at least for the summer. With her going off to California for college and me going back to start my sophomore year, it wasn’t as if we could have much more than that. But I enjoyed her company. She made me laugh and forced me out of my comfort zone.
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