Forbidden Baby Daddy: A Secret Baby Romance

by Lara Swann

  I flick the switch for the intercom and link the two helmets together before putting mine on.

  “Okay, can you hear me?” I ask, testing it out.

  Her eyes widen again and she nods. “Ooh, yes, wow…this is cool.”

  I laugh. “Okay, all ready to go then?”

  She nods, bouncing on her toes in a way that makes her excitement obvious. I have to stop myself from shaking my head, smiling wryly inside my helmet, a little surprised that I’m even doing this.

  Letting silly girls get a few cheap thrills from riding on the back of my bike isn’t something I make a habit of - but then, I’m not sure I can call Chloe silly, even if her mannerisms are a bit more enthusiastic than I’m used to. Maybe she’s a little unaware and oblivious, but somehow, it suits her - and it doesn’t stop her from having her own kind of confidence, poking and teasing with total nonchalance. More than anything, it just makes her fun.

  Not to mention a couple of hot kisses can be very convincing.

  Yeah, my dick is definitely interested in taking her for a ride…or two.

  Though I can’t quite imagine this night ending that way with her.

  I get on the bike and steady it as she hops on behind me, her arms coming around my chest and making me smile. Yeah, there are some kinds of intimacy you just can’t get any other way.

  I start the bike, the engine roaring to life under us and making her clutch me a little tighter. I refrain from chuckling, giving her hand a squeeze before putting mine back on the throttle.

  “Okay, let me know if you want me to ease up or anything, but just take it easy. Relax. Move with the bike.”

  I hear her snort in my ear as I slowly start moving us forward.

  “Move with the bike—sure, that sounds like something I’d hear in yoga class—ooh!”

  I get us out of the parking lot and onto the road - everything dark and pretty quiet at this time of night - and she stops talking as I start accelerating.

  I half expect her to tense up but she doesn’t - whether it’s deliberate or not she starts to relax, leaning into me in a way that could quickly get distracting if I think about it too much.

  “We’ll head out of town, until we get to a nice stretch of road where I can really warm this baby up - quieter out there, too. No need to wake the whole city up.”

  She laughs. “So considerate.”

  I smile to myself. “That’s me. Regular upstanding citizen.”

  There was a time I’d tear up and down the streets just to make a point of it - but these days, I try to have a little more respect.

  “And here I was hoping for a dangerous biker boy…”

  “Oh, give it a few minutes…once we’re out onto that open stretch…”

  “It’ll be guns blazing, right? Fighting and brawling, only with bikes too?”

  “Hm…just what is it you think bikers do?”

  “I’ve heard the stories.”

  “Uhuh. You know stories are fictional, right?”

  “Not the ones on the news, they aren’t.”

  I stop myself before I’ve asked just what stories she’s referring to. I’m not sure I want to know. Her voice might be light and teasing, the banter might be fun, but it’s getting a little too close to a life that’s not quite as far behind me as I’d like.

  Instead, I eye up the next street corner, deciding to make an impromptu detour - distracting myself with her comments about wanting a little danger. I consider giving her a warning, but she’s riding so easily right now, I don’t want to make her over think it - so instead I just take the corner, tearing around it and leaning the bike into the ground.

  She yelps from behind me, clinging tighter, but I can hear the exhilaration in her voice as I race around the block, disregarding everything I was thinking about neighborly respect just for the thrill of it.

  “Oh—oh gosh—ohh—”

  I laugh, wild and open and free in the way only a bike can make me feel and come shooting around the bends back onto the highway, accelerating faster and taking us out of Baltimore.

  Our speed picks up as we do and I start to really feel the wind whipping around me, grinning as I race the bike down the road, dodging in and out of the few cars around. I distantly remember that I was going to take it easy - that I didn’t want to alarm her too much - but all that is lost in the thrill of the ride.

  It’s not like she’s complaining about it. She clings on tighter, sitting closer and leaning down against me, but every now and then she’ll give an excited shout of the kind I feel every time I get out on a bike. I only actually voice it when I’m alone on my bike, of course, the sound lost to the wind - but then she’s been totally unselfconscious this whole time.

  I grin, partly wishing we didn’t have the intercoms on so that I might be tempted to whoop and yell too - but instead I settle for the feeling her obvious pleasure is giving me.

  I take her up past some of my favorite viewpoints and over a few little dirt roads that this bike isn’t really meant for, forgetting all about my intentions for a quick, easy ride. The bike handles it better than I expect - and Chloe even more so. I guess I underestimated her there.

  “Wow…Ash, this feels amazing.”

  “Yeah, I know. Best feeling in the world.”

  I mean that, too.

  Her wide-eyed wonder makes me think back to when I first started riding - and that was without a beauty like this Kawi under me - and I’m secretly pleased that she accepted the offer, and I’m the one that got to show her this. I’m sure plenty of the guys in that bar would’ve taken her out if she’d asked - though I’m not sure she would have - and being out here, under the open night sky with Chloe’s arms wrapped around me…it feels better than I’d imagined.

  Part way through the ride, she slips her hands under my jacket and against my bare skin - making me jump slightly from how cold they are, and then instantly flush with heat. I’d imagine it’s because she’s cold - she doesn’t quite have the right gear for a motorcycle ride in late February - but that’s not what I’m thinking about. Especially when she starts running her hands over my skin, the soft touch threatening to distract me completely.

  I almost stop the bike there and then, wanting to turn to her and do more - but instead I continue through Loch Raven Reservoir, taking the twists and turns in the road that give us the best views of the water either side of us, the moon reflecting on it and providing an eerie light.

  After taking us through most of the park, I turn off and bring us to a stop with a view of the water laid out before us. The bike hums under me as I turn to Chloe and offer her a smile that I’m pretty sure she can’t see through the two helmets in the dark. There’s no one else around, just us, the bike and the night sky - which is exactly how I like it sometimes.

  “It’s beautiful here.” She says, snuggling closer to me with a sigh. “That was so much fun, Ash.”

  “Yeah, there’s nothing better.” I agree, standing and helping her off the bike.

  I rest it on the kickstand and then we walk up to the railings, looking out at the water. I take my helmet off and a moment later she does the same. Her hair is wild from the helmet and wind, but her face is flushed with excitement and adrenaline. I can’t help it - I reach down and tilt her chin up towards me, kissing her again. Her lips are just as soft as I’ve been imagining, and she steps closer, her arms wrapping around me and coming to settle in the back pockets of my pants.

  I’ve wanted to do this the whole time she was pressed against me on the bike, and I make the most of it - it’s been a long time since making out like teenagers when I don’t think it will lead anywhere else has been the slightest bit appealing, but something about tonight makes me want it anyway. I just want her. I can’t get enough, our bodies starting to grind against each other as the energy between us spikes.

  God. This is going to be a hard itch to scratch later tonight.

  When we finally part and turn back toward the water, we’re both breathing a little mor
e heavily, my cock is pressed hard against my pants and I wrap one arm around her shoulder, keeping her close to me.

  “This was exactly the kind of adventure I wanted.” She says, smiling up at me almost sheepishly.

  I laugh, kissing the top of her head on a whim. “I’m glad. As far as I’m concerned, everyone should ride a bike at least once in their life. There’s nothing like it.”

  She glances back over to my shiny Kawi Streetfighter, glinting in the moonlight behind us.

  “I’m with you on that.” She murmurs softly.

  We stay like that for a little while. I have no idea what she’s thinking, but the only thing on my mind is leaning over and kissing her again. I manage to resist, though it’s hard. There’s nothing I’d like more than to spend the next hour or so making out with Chloe in the moonlight, but the way I’m feeling right now, I’m not sure that it wouldn’t get out of control.

  Usually, I wouldn’t even care - out of control passion is the best way to do it - but there’s something in me that feels differently towards Chloe. Protective, maybe. I don’t want her waking up tomorrow regretting what we might do tonight.

  So instead, we stand there in companionable silence for a while, watching the moon’s reflection on the water. It’s probably the most PG thing I’ve done with a girl I’ve taken out on a bike.

  When I notice her starting to shiver, I pull her closer into me and turn to look down at her.

  “Shall I take you home now?” I ask quietly.

  I’m a little reluctant, but I don’t want to keep her out longer than she wants. It’s already been a much longer trip than I was planning for - I’m not sure what happened to my ideas for a ‘quick, easy ride’, but I didn’t want to stop.

  She looks up at me, her eyes lingering on my face - and despite standing here sedately for the last little while, the heat in her gaze hasn’t diminished at all.

  “Is there…somewhere else we could go?” She asks, watching my face carefully.

  I don’t hide my surprise, hesitating before I answer.

  “Are you sure?” I murmur, raising a hand to cup her cheek. “You really want to do this?”

  There’s no doubt in either of our minds just what she’s suggesting.

  “I do.” Her eyes flash with determination for a quick moment, before softening as she steps into my embrace and wraps her arms around me. “I’m sure, Ash. I want this.”

  That sets my pulse racing and I stop questioning as my thoroughly frustrated dick hardens again, pressing against my pants and demanding that I stop trying to screw this up. I finally lean down for that kiss I’ve been wanting, taking her mouth in mine insistently, our tongues tangling together as she clutches me tighter. It’s such a good feeling that I wish it could go on forever, but eventually I break it in favor of other possibilities.

  “Yeah.” I finally respond. “I know somewhere else we could go.”

  A slow grin spreads over her face as I lead her back to the bike. I offer her my jacket for the ride back, but it fits awkwardly over her own and in the end she shakes her head.

  “I’ll just have to ride real close.” She says instead, giving me an impish look and making heat flare through me immediately.

  “That sounds good to me.” I pull her in for a quick kiss before settling us both on the bike and revving it underneath us. “I might make the ride back a little…quicker…you up for that?”

  “I told you I wanted to go fast.” She laughs. “So long as I don’t die.”

  “Just hold on tight, baby, you’ll be fine. You’re a natural.”

  She laughs again and squeezes against me as I set the bike racing down the road. I hold to my word and notch up the speed - it’s later now, I doubt anyone will be out patrolling, and I did want to test the Kawi properly sometime. Might as well do it with a complete novice on the back, right?

  I’m a little too eager to worry too much about that - and besides, she seems to be doing fine. I cut out all the fancy turns and easy sightseeing for pure efficiency, knowing exactly where I’m headed. Any other girl and I would’ve been tempted just to continue right where we were - there’s something primal about that kind of passion, right out in the open and under the elements - but that didn’t feel right for Chloe.

  And it is February.

  Save that for a summer night.

  Instead, we hurtle back into Baltimore - where I finally drop the speed a little - and pull up outside a motel on the eastern side. It’s closer than my place and if I’m honest I’ve never been comfortable taking girls home with me for flings like this. I like my own space - and after a couple of girls who wouldn’t take no for an answer, I learned my lesson.

  Moe’s Motel has been my go-to ever since, the flashing red neon sign always a welcome sight.

  She looks around as she slides off the bike, and I get a hint of nerves from her, but she doesn’t hesitate to take my hand and step closer to me. I lead her around the back and as I start up the outside metal stairway, she gives me an uncertain look.

  “Hey, should we be doing this?” She whispers, pulling me back. “I know I said adventure, but…”

  Her expression amuses me and I pause to explain, too distracted to have thought about how this looks.

  “It’s fine.” I reassure her. “Moe’s an old friend - he gave me the code for the back door years ago to let me come and go as I liked. There’s always a room or two spare here.”

  “Oh. Okay.” She looks around again, but this time she doesn’t hesitate when I lead her up the steps.

  She doesn’t ask why we’re not going back to my place, and I’m glad I don’t have to try to explain.

  We reach the back door and I enter the code, slipping into the upper level of the building itself. We walk down the hallway, turning a corner until I’m outside one of the rooms I mentioned. These have keycode locks too, with a sliding sign that moves between vacant and occupied. I know Moe set it up that way so that some of the guys from the old club could crash without officially registering at reception, but I leave those details out as I key in the number and flick the sign to occupied.

  I pull her into the room, just wanting to be kissing her again, and hit the light switch to reveal a bare-looking but clean room before turning to Chloe and raising an eyebrow.

  “Okay?”

  She glances around briefly, but most of her attention is on me - and the moment I close the door, she steps toward me.

  “Yeah.” She breathes, her hands coming to rest on my hips again. “Okay.”

  In the next moment, I get the kiss I’d been waiting for - and I’m not even the one that initiates it, her lips suddenly against mine, her hand tugging my neck down insistently and making me growl with pent-up need. Now that I know we’re actually doing this, I’m not willing to hold back anymore.

  I meet her passion with my own, pressing her back against the wall and pinning her there as I run my hands over her body, feeling the soft, suppleness hidden under far too many layers of clothes. I strip her puffer jacket off her and she lets it fall to the floor before getting her hands under my t-shirt, running them over my chest and moaning appreciatively. That makes me grin, my hand coming to cup her neck, tugging her hair a little as I tilt her mouth to mine again.

  My cock is pressing hard against my pants and from the flush spreading over her, I’m pretty sure she can feel it now - that, or the heat between us is scorching her too.

  “God.” I murmur. “You feel so good, Chloe. I didn’t think—fuck, I’m glad you came here with me tonight.”

  She laughs, but it’s deep and throaty in a way that spreads through my whole body. In the next moment, I’m picking her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carry her over to the bed. As hot as it is having her up against the wall, her body writhing against mine, I want to be doing that in bed far too much. And I want to get rid of these clothes.

  She makes a slightly startled noise, but I just grin as I lay her down, my body tight with anticipation as I join her and final
ly slip a hand under that sweater-and-blouse combo to touch her. She gasps, and I cover her mouth with mine, kissing as my fingers run over the top of her bra, tantalizing and teasing the generous breasts underneath.

  “I think…” I murmur against her mouth, nibbling a little. “These clothes are getting in the way.”

  She flushes deeper, the color spreading over her face before she nods a moment later - and something about it…the hint of nerves reappearing in her eyes…the slight bite of her lip…the way she’s lying there almost like she’s waiting, eagerly accepting what I’m doing, kissing me back with such heat…but not going any further.

  Her hands staying safely above my waist - her mouth fixated only on mine - her body not twisting into me, curling up with me the way I’d expect as we grind against each other—

  A crazy thought suddenly occurs to me.

  “You have…” I pause, my voice low as I hesitate slightly, my hand still running over the softness of her stomach. “You have done this before, right?”

  The flush deepens and I see the moment her eyes flash - her mouth opening instinctively to tell me that yes, of course she has - to dissemble. Then she hesitates, pauses for a moment and - with a deep breath - shakes her head.

  “No. No, I…I guess I haven’t.”

  “Chloe…”

  “But I want to. I mean, daamn, I really want to.”

  There’s enough heat in her voice for me to believe that, to see the obvious interest there, but…even so. I can feel the frown pulling at my face and I know my voice sounds concerned.

  “With me, though? Like this?”

  I’m still stroking her stomach, still lying right next to her with every part of my body itching to be closer - to roll on top of her, to kiss her and ravage her in the way that’s been building up this whole time. My rock-hard cock wants to murder me for being a fucking idiot, but…I still hesitate.

  I know lots of guys like the idea of the innocent virgin, or being someone’s first, but…I’ve never really gone for that. I’ve always liked the experienced girls. First-time sex is too likely to be messy or awkward or come back to bite you with regrets or over-attachment. I like someone who can match me, who can trade passion for passion, wholly up for a good time.