by Hamel, B. B.
Hero Baby Daddy
BB Hamel
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1. Lily
2. Abel
3. Lily
4. Abel
5. Lily
6. Abel
7. Lily
8. Lily
9. Abel
10. Lily
11. Abel
12. Lily
13. Lily
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1
Lily
Somewhere near Pakistan…
In all the tiny, broken-down towns along the India-Pakistan border, I never thought I’d find another American sitting alone at a bar.
It’s late and the place is pretty empty. There are a few fallen-over stools, a few tables, and one single long bar. The locals are mostly clustered at the tables, playing card and tile games, sipping on weak beer and talking quietly with each other. They mostly ignore me, since I’ve been hanging around Attari for a few weeks now hoping to get a scoop on what’s going on in Pakistan, but so far I’ve just been wasting my time and my editor’s money.
This guy could change all that. He glances at me with these startlingly blue eyes and I have to look away. He’s handsome, I mean, movie-star handsome, with a slight trim beard, close-cropped hair pushed back in a messy wave, and an incredibly fit and muscular body. He’s wearing simple khaki cargo pants and a black shirt, and I’d bet my life that he’s some kind of military contractor.
I now the type. You see them all over the place if you know what to look for. I just haven’t been lucky enough to stumble on one in the middle of the night at a crappy little bar before.
I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves. I have a flight back to the States tomorrow and this is my last chance at getting a story. My editor’s going to be annoyed either way, so I might as well try and bring something back.
I get up and walk over to him, sitting down in the empty stool on his right. He glances over and doesn’t say anything as I order two beers from the bartender.
I sip mine and slide the other over to him. “I’m Lily,” I say.
“Thanks,” he grunts in response. He downs his first drink and starts on the second.
“What’s a guy like you doing at a place like this?” I grin at him, hoping the cliché line will be funny.
It only gets a weak smile. “Consulting,” he says.
“Ah,” I answer, nodding. “Consulting. The catch-all phrase that means exactly nothing.”
He smiles a little bit more at that. “Pretty much. I’m guessing you’re a reporter?”
“Is it obvious?”
He shrugs. “Only other Americans around here that aren’t consultants are reporters.”
“You got me then.”
“Find any good stories?”
There’s a teasing look in his eyes, almost like he knows I haven’t. “A bit here and there,” I lie.
“I’m sure. Lots of good stories around here.”
“What about you, got any good stories of your own?”
He hesitates. “I’ve got plenty of stories, but nothing I can tell you.”
“How about off the record?”
He grins and shakes his head. “Nice try.”
“Worth a shot.” I sip the beer and sigh a little. “I don’t know what I expected, coming over here. I mean, my editor sent me over with contacts and guides and it all went exactly nowhere.”
“Lots of that going around,” he says. “People will sell you any bullshit story so long as there’s money in it.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t go back empty-handed.”
“Sure you can. Lots of people do.”
I give him a withering look and he just grins back.
“I’d like to keep my job, you know.”
“Yeah, I figured. But I’m sorry I can’t help you there.”
“It’s fine. I’m basically resigned to updating my resume.”
He laughs again and watches me carefully. “Are you always so depressed?”
I glare at him. “I’m not depressed.”
“Sure you’re not.”
“Oh, what do you know. You’re probably some Blackwater mercenary with a heart of stone, right?”
His eyes twinkle a little. “I’m not a mercenary,” he says.
I frown. “Really? But you said…”
“I’m not a mercenary,” he says again.
“Oh.” I blink. “So you’re with….”
He grins. “I’m a consultant.”
“With the United States Government?”
His grin widens but he doesn’t say anything.
I sigh and lean on my elbow to stare into his eyes. I’ve met a few guys like him before, some of them hanging around in stores, some of them just walking down the street. But none of them have bothered to talk to me this much, and none of them smiled like he does.
There’s a look you get when you’re in their business. It’s almost haunted, like you’re looking past whatever you’re seeing in front of you and always remembering something else. This guy doesn’t seem that way at all.
No, he’s definitely in the here and now. And he’s looking me up and down like he’s a starving animal.
I feel a chill run down my spine. I know I’m not going to get a story out of this guy, no matter what I do. I mean, I could try sleeping with him, but if he is what I think he is, well, it’ll be worthless.
Special Forces guys don’t do pillow talk. In fact, it’s unusual that he told me as much as he did.
“What’s your name?” I ask him.
“Want the real one or the fake one?”
That gets a laugh from me. “Real one.”
“Abel,” he says. “The fake one is Ryan.”
“I like the real one better.”
He shrugs. “Gets the job done.”
“Travel a lot, Abel?”
“Some.” He glances at me. “Or maybe not.”
I grin. “Just making conversation.”
“I bet.” He finishes his second beer and I can tell he’s thinking about ordering another. Instead, he turns to me. “Let’s go back to my place.”
I stare at him, a little surprised. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone be that forward before, especially not a guy like him. Special Forces guys aren’t supposed to take reporters back into their beds this easily.
I’m supposed to try and seduce him. Instead, based on the way he’s staring at me with that hungry expression, I think I’m the one being seduced.
“Why?” I ask him, not sure what else to say.
He smirks. “You know why.”
“We just met.”
He shrugs and reaches into his pocket, taking out some cash. He drops it onto the bar and turns to me.
“I’m tired,” he says softly. “It’s been a long consulting job and you’re by far the most attractive woman I’ve seen in a long time, and not just because I’ve been living in rat holes for most my damn adult life.” He leans closer and I feel my heart leap in my chest. “Truth is, Lily, I think you’re fucking gorgeous. And I want to taste you badly.”
I blink rapidly, staring at his gorgeous face and his blue eyes. “I’m not sure,” I manage to say.
“I want to forget the bullshit,” h
e says gently. “I want to forget how god damn tired I am all the time. And I think you want to forget, too.”
I bite my lip. “Maybe.”
He takes my hand, his fingers rough against mine. “Come on.”
And so I get up and I follow him.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. This is definitely an insane mistake, but I can’t help myself. The man is big, tall, and muscular, and drop-dead gorgeous. He’s without a doubt the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and that’s the truth, regardless of whether or not what he said about me is true. But even still, going to bed with a man like him is a mistake. I thought about trying to seduce him but not seriously.
I’m in way over my head. But I can’t help myself.
I let him pull me along behind him, down the rain-damp streets, past alleys choked with garbage. People loiter in the dark spots away from the few street lamps. This town isn’t exactly unsafe, but it’s still not smart to wander around in the dark as a western girl. Right now though, with Abel holding my hand, I feel the safest I’ve ever been since coming here.
He leads me along the rows of buildings and stops in front of an unmarked door. He takes a key from his pocket, unlocks it, and we step into a short hall. We take some stairs up, the light flickering around us, until we reach another door. He takes out another key, unlocks it, and we step inside.
The apartment is surprisingly well-lit and clean, but almost totally empty. There’s a bathroom, a tiny room that’s probably the living room, and a little kitchen shoved in the back. There’s a mattress in the corner, neatly made and simple. Nothing hangs on the walls. There’s no TV, no computer, nothing personally identifiable.
If I wasn’t sure about this guy, I’m sure now. There’s no doubt in my mind.
I just went home with a Special Forces operative. He might be a damn spy.
He kicks off his shoes and I do the same. “Nice place,” I say. “You must be an awful spy if you let me come in here.”
He laughs. “I’m not a spy. I’m a consultant.”
“Right.”
He turns to me and I can see that hungry look in his eyes. “It has what we need,” he says simply.
“Which is what?”
He walks over and I back up until I run into the wall. He pins me there, hands on my hips, and I can feel my breath coming in ragged and deep.
“A bed,” he whispers in my ear before kissing me.
I melt into that kiss, unable to help myself. He tastes good, like fresh dirt and leaves and fresh grass. I run my fingers through his hair as he grips mine in one strong fist, pulling it slightly. I gasp and he grabs my other wrist, pinning it above my head.
I’m completely pinned and dominated by this guy, and for a second I feel a twinge of fear. But as he kisses my neck and lets out a soft grunt, that fear vanishes completely.
It’s replaced by an intense need for him.
He tightens his grip in my hair. I reach down and grab the hem of his shirt, yanking it up. He lets me slide it over his head and I run my hands down his muscular chest, tracing old scars down to his ripped abs. I let out a gasp as he kisses my neck and pulls my shirt up and off, my hair spilling all over.
He cups my breasts and takes off my bra. I let it fall forward as he unbuttons my jeans. We kiss with a hurried frenzy as we undress each other, need throbbing between my legs. I’m dripping wet when he finally gets my pants off, leaving me only in a pair of simple black panties. He slides a hand forward, fingers cupping my wet pussy, and he lets out a soft grunt.
“Feels like you wanted this as much as I did,” he whispers.
I gasp as he teases my clit then slides two fingers inside of me. “It’s been a little while.”
“Same,” he says. “But I’ve been told I’m good with my hands.”
I bite my lip and let out a soft moan. He’s not kidding, he really is good with his fingers. He works my clit like a master, not too hard but not too soft, before sliding back down to fuck me deep. The calluses on his rough fingertips feel so incredible against my soft skin.
I groan and bite his lip. He grunts in response and pulls my hair with his other hand. I unbuckle his belt and start to pull down his pants.
He steps back and gets them off the rest of the way. I come at him, kissing him, and he stumbles back into the little kitchen counter separating it from the living room. He turns and pins me against it again, fingers between my legs, teasing me.
I reach out and slide my hand over his cock. I can feel how hard and big he is through his boxer briefs. I gasp and grip him, feeling a pulse of excitement and pleasure run through me when I realize how thick his cock is.
He suddenly lifts me up and sits me down on the counter. I gasp as he kisses my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue. He forces my legs open, rough and sure of himself, before pulling my panties off, leaving me completely exposed.
I lean back on my hands and stare at him, biting my lip. His eyes don’t leave my body. “You’re gorgeous,” he growls. “Look at you. Perky little tits, tight cunt. Fuck, I got lucky I ran into you tonight.”
He kisses me down my chest and stomach before spreading my legs wider and licking my pussy top to bottom. He groans like he loves my taste and I roll my hips, pushing myself against him tighter. He laps at my clit, sucking and licking it, and god, he’s even better with his tongue than he was with his fingers.
I grip his hair with one hand, leaning back on the other. He sucks and licks my clit, working it slow at first before lapping me up faster. I moan and throw my head back when he slides two fingers deep inside my pussy, pushing them in and out and licking my clit the whole time.
God, it feels so good. I don’t think I’ve felt like this in a long, long time, if ever. I’m practically shaking with pleasure and I want this man so badly I can barely breathe.
He licks me faster and my moans get louder. I can’t help myself. I’m not usually like this. I have more control than this. But it’s this place, this man, it’s pushing me well beyond my limits.
I gasp as he fucks me faster with his fingers and stands up to kiss me. I can taste my pussy on his lips and I drink him in hungrily. He growls and slips his fingers deeper.
“God, you taste good,” he whispers. “Absolutely delicious. I’ve been dreaming about a pussy like yours my whole life.”
“I’m sure,” I say, grinning, biting my lip.
“It’s true. Magic fucking pussy.” He kisses me again before pulling me off the counter. He turns me around, bending me over, and spanks my ass. “And a perky, nice ass to match.”
I look over my shoulder as he takes off his boxer briefs and strokes his massive cock. I feel my jaw drop and my eyes widen as he teases me with it, sliding up and down my soaking slit. He leans over my, cock pressed against my pussy, and kisses my neck.
“You look tense,” he says.
“You’re… big.”
“Don’t worry. You can handle it.” He squeezes my hips and I feel his hand slide around to tease my clit. “Just relax.”
I look over my shoulder and he kisses me as he slides himself between my legs, deep inside my pussy.
I groan into his kiss. At first, the pain is there, but slowly it dulls into pleasure as he fills me. I groan and roll my hips as he fucks me slow and deep, taking his time, feeling every inch of me.
He teases my breasts and kisses me again, thrusting deeper and harder now. I’m moaning and losing myself, losing it completely as this man, this stranger, this incredibly attractive alpha badass takes me deep from behind.
He spanks my ass and pulls my hair. I groan and he pulls me back against him. I feel his hard body, enormous compared to mine. “I love sinking my cock deep between your legs,” he growls. “You feel so damn good, girl.”
“God, you do too,” I whisper, moaning. “Shit, Abel. I didn’t think I could handle you.”
“You can handle more than you know.” He starts to fuck me faster, spanking my ass nice and rough. “You like it spreading you apar
t. You like it ripping you to pieces. Come on, girl. Take that big cock.”
I gasp as he starts to fuck me harder. I take him nice and deep and push back. I work my ass and hips, sliding up and down his massive shaft as he fucks me. I work my hips and buck myself against him, gasping, groaning.
He pulls my hair, making the pleasure that much sweeter. I feel him growling and sweat starts to trickle down our skin. I rock my hips some more and take him deeper and deeper inside. He’s not gentle, he’s not kind, and god, it feels so good. I want more of him, so much more of him. It’s like I’m lost in a dream but this is real, so real.
He growls and holds me tight against him, hands on my breasts, cock buried between my legs. He kisses me, tongue in my mouth, before pulling me over to the mattress.
It’s just a simple thing with clean white sheets. He throws them back and pushes me down onto it. He spreads my legs, kissing my breasts, my lips, before licking my pussy top to bottom.
I groan, grabbing his hair. He licks and sucks me more, faster, rolling his tongue inside and out. I gasp and toss my head back, my body tense with pleasure and a deep, aching, yearning need.
He pulls back and spreads me wide before sliding himself deep inside again. He fucks me, grabbing onto my legs, and I can see his muscular body tense as he does his dirty work. I work and roll my hips and taste him deep inside.
He reaches down to tease my clit as he fucks me. I grab hold of my own breasts, holding them as they shake up and down with each massive, hard thrust. I’m moaning, sweating, pleasure rocking through me, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
He growls again and I love that noise, so animalistic, so intense. He leans over me, kisses me, pins my hands above my head. He grinds against me, fucking me, our bodies writhing as one in perfect unison. Pleasure moves through me like a hurricane and I know I can’t take it anymore.