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Doctor Babymaker

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by Madison Faye


  “I’m the better guy here, Lenore, and if you need money for your kid, fine. I’ll send you a check, but get the fuck off my porch and stay out of my life.” And with that, I stepped back inside and slammed the door.

  I could hear her huffing something about “this not being over” as she stomped back to her car, but I was already whirling around to find my phone.

  Because never mind all the Lenore crap. Right then, I needed to get to Chelsea. I needed to get to the one good thing in my life - the one perfect, pure thing - and fix it.

  23

  Chelsea

  That fucking asshole.

  It hadn’t been enough for me to hear about him trying to get back together with Lenore. I’d had to come home to see him with her the first second we pulled into the driveway. So screw him; him and all his bullshit and his lies and for messing with my head.

  I stomped my way to my room under the pretense of being tired the second I walked in the house, barely saying hello to my dad and Dennis. I could barely see straight, just thinking about seeing him with her right on their front porch like that. I mean, the whole thing with Jake had been foolish, I knew that now. I’d thought of it as “wild” and “crazy” before, but I knew now I’d just been a stupid, inexperienced girl. I’d been Jake’s mid-life crisis; his little red sports car.

  And I hated him for it, and for what I’d given him.

  He called me almost immediately, but I of course ignored it. It and the six more calls after that. On the seventh, I did pick up, but this time just to tell him not to call again and then hanging up before he could say a word or another lie.

  I did managed to drag myself downstairs for dinner, but we’d barely gotten started before there was a knock at the front door. I knew it was him even before my dad walked chuckling with him back into the dining room. My eyes narrowed at him, glaring at that asshole while the rest of my family beamed and grinned away at him like was some sort of nice person; like he wasn’t a lying, manipulative asshole. Part of me even wanted to just spill the whole thing right there, just to screw him. Yeah, I’d probably get in trouble too, but honestly, who was going to get it worse in that scenario? The young and naive nineteen year old, or the forty year old man who should have known better?

  Jake small-talked with my parents about some neighborhood thing or whatever, but I knew he was there for me. I knew he was there to try and spew more stories my way.

  I was not about to give him that opportunity though.

  I excused myself to my mom while Dad talked Jake’s ear off, complaining about my stomach again before I headed back upstairs without a second look his way. Come home and relax and unwind? Yeah, right; like that was going to happen. Now that I was here, all I wanted to do was go back to Boston and cry and eat ice-cream with Lucy.

  It was much later, and I was in bed but not really able to sleep when I heard the thumping outside my window. I ignored it, figuring it was probably the trees against the side of the house or something. But then suddenly, my bedroom window was opening, and it was like my whole body froze in a silent scream as the shadowy shape of a man came through it!

  The scream was just about to break free of the iron grip in my frozen throat, when his hand came down across my mouth, muffling the cry as his lips found my ear. “Hey! Chelsea! It’s me! It’s me, honey.”

  Jake.

  I shook my head free of his hand and glared at him. “You asshole,” I spit, glaring at him. I backed away from him, scooting across my bed. “You fucking asshole!”

  “Hey!” He snapped at me. “You know it’s not like that.”

  “Oh, do I?” I sneered. “Tell me, Jake, what is it like?”

  “It’s not what you think, Chelsea. The Lenore situation is not what you think it is, I swear to you.”

  “Get out,” I said softly, determined not to cry in front of him.

  His eyes locked with mine. “Not a fucking chance.”

  I gasped as he moved up onto the bed, his arms on either side of me as he hand-walked his way up my body until his body was pinning me to the bed. I could feel the throb and the pulse of something hard pressing into my stomach, and I gasped as I realized it was his cock. His wonderful, amazing, perfect-

  I quickly shook my head, dragging my mind back to the reality of the present. “Oh, what, you think can just come up here and fuck me and make it all better?”

  “That’s exactly what I think,” he growled, a grin playing out across his lips.

  I swallowed quickly, feeling the lump in my throat and the heat suddenly roaring through my body at his closeness. God had I missed him. I bit my lip and looked up at him, my eyes still glaring. “Yeah? Well, what if I don’t want you to?”

  Jake grinned. “But you do.”

  “I do not,” I hissed back, before suddenly gasping as I felt his hand slide right between my legs and up under the long t-shirt I wore to cup my hot little pussy right through my panties.

  “Liar,” he growled out, his fingers stroking me slowly, coaxing the wetness from my slit and a gasp from my lips.

  And just like that, the last of my resistance broke.

  I whimpered as he kissed me, my mouth latching onto his and my arms clutching him tightly as if I was worried he’d slip away from me. I needed him, after so long. I needed him to take me, to have me and to dominate me like I loved.

  He was right, I’d lied: I did want him to fuck me and make it all better.

  His skin was hot to the touch as I tore his shirt off, my lips barely breaking from his in order to strip it off his head. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers trailing over his muscled chest and shoulders, whimpering as he gently bit my lip. His strong hands found my shirt and pushed it up, and he hungrily eyed my aching nipples before closing his lips around one of them and sucking it gently. I arched my back to him, gasping as his lips and tongue slid over my breasts and sucked and nipped at the tender flesh there.

  I could feel his throbbing cock pulsing against my pussy through his pants, and I tore at his belt before shoving his pants down. Touching his cock again was like medicine. Like a soothing balm that I’d been craving. I actually moaned and felt a little tremble in my pussy when I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking the velvety skin over the iron-bar of his massive cock.

  I needed him; right then and right away, and he knew it just as well.

  I gasped and then moaned deeply as he flipped me over, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass high in the air. His strong hands yanked my panties down over my ass to my knees, and then I moaned as I felt his tongue slide wetly across my pussy. His tongue slid deep, lapping at my juices deep inside as his fingers played over my clit. I was biting my pillow, groaning loudly into it as I felt his magical tongue drag higher. I squealed when he tongued my asshole, my whole body feeling like it’d been shocked by some wonderful magical spark.

  And then he was kneeling behind me, and I felt his cock - bare and rock hard - pressing against my soft lips.

  We both groaned - much louder than we ought to have - as he slid in to the hilt on one thrust, his balls slapping my clit as he slammed home.

  “Jesus fuck are you tight, honey.”

  “It’s just - oh fuck - it’s just that your cock is so fucking big inside of me!” I cried out, muffling another moan into my pillow.

  It was fast and raw, and the fact that my family was right downstairs only made the whole thing even hotter. Jake was fucking me hard and fast, his hands clutching my waist tightly as his big cock pistoned in and out of me like he was nailing me to the bed. The shuddering waves of a pent-up climax started to roll through me, my moans coming raw into the pillow and sheets as I felt the older man behind me drive me right up the edge of my orgasm.

  Jake grunted as he reached beneath me, and his fingers brushing over my buzzing little clit, I started to crash over that abyss.

  I screamed into the pillow as I came, my whole body shuddering and collapsing onto the bed as I just let go. Jake slid in deep, and suddenly I could feel his
cock start to throb deep inside as he pumped my fertile young body full of his seed. It felt like a hose inside of me, just flooding me with his cum as I shook through the rest of my orgasm.

  “You know, it’s just you, Chelsea,” he said, nuzzling my neck as we both panted and my brain started to come back to Earth.

  “I know,” I whispered, as I turned my head and felt his lips press to mine.

  I followed him back down the ladder, mostly because I just didn’t want to not be with him, and I knew we were pushing it up there in my room.

  “She’s looking for money, that’s all, honey,” Jake said, taking my hands and bringing me close. I’d slipped on some shorts and a tank top, and I pressed close into him with the slight chill in the Florida air.

  “Her new guy left or something, and she’s only knocking on my door because she’s looking for me to bail her out of it,” Jake looked deep into my eyes. “That’s it, baby.”

  I bit my lip and nodded, knowing then that it was the truth. I also knew that it was time to tell him.

  It was time to come clean.

  “I have to tell you something too, actually,” I whispered, feeling the blush of excitement creep up my cheeks. “But, it’s- it’s weird to say it here, so maybe we could go somewhere tomorrow?”

  Jake grinned that charming, ruggedly handsome smile at me. “Aww, c’mon, just tell me, honey.”

  “I- I can’t.”

  His hand touched my chin and tilted my face up. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, Chelsea. You can tell me anything, and I’m not going any-”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  The words just fell out of my mouth, and for one horrified second, I was trying to figure out how to take them back, or pretend it was a joke, when suddenly, I didn’t have to.

  Because he was kissing me, fiercely; pulling my much smaller, young body against his and wrapping me in his arms.

  “You’re not mad?” I whispered.

  “Mad?” His whole face glowed. He grinned at me as he peppered my lips with kisses and held me wrapped in his arms. “Honey, that’s the most amazing thing anyone’s ever told me-”

  “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

  The sound of my father’s voice shattered the stillness of the backyard. And then it was like a dream or something, as I turned in slow motion and watched my enraged looking father come storming down the backstairs towards us. And there was my mother, and Dennis, and Lenore for some reason, all standing on the back porch staring at us in horror.

  Oh my God.

  And that’s when my dad lunged at Jake, his fist raised.

  24

  Jake

  Holy shit, pregnant. Chelsea was pregnant with my kid? It was like time stopped around me and the world slowed to a standstill as the news sunk in.

  Holy shit, she was having our baby.

  I could feel my whole heart soar as the news sunk in, and it was so fucking nuts that I almost didn’t realize it when Mike lunged at me with his fist raised.

  But suddenly the world came rushing back, and suddenly I was very aware that one of my oldest buddies was about to murder me with his bare fucking hands.

  “Stop! Dad stop!” Suddenly, Chelsea was between us, one hand and her body pressed against my chest as if shielding me, and the other outstretched to stop her father.

  Mike did stop, but his whole face was a mask of fury as he barred his teeth at me. “You keep away from my daughter you fucking piece of-”

  “Dad I love him.”

  The words were like the breaking of glass in the frozen scene of the backyard; like a collective pause and intake of breath. Mike slowly shook his head, glaring at her. “You don’t. You don’t know what you’re saying, Chelsea.”

  “I do, Dad!” She suddenly threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. It was like instinct as I felt my arms go around her; like the base primal need to protect and comfort my mate or something. I didn’t even care that Mike and Sarah’s faces flinched as they watched me hold their daughter, because the time for secrets was over.

  “And he loves me, dad,” Chelsea said softly, and I could feel her heartbeat hammering against my chest.

  Mike dragged his eyes back up to mine. “Get away from her, Jake,” he said evenly. “You know I’ve got a gun in the house, and old buddy or not, I’m prepared to use it.”

  “Jesus, Mike!” Sarah hissed from the back porch.

  “I’m warning you, Jake.” Mike’s face was drawn and haggard looking. “You ever come near her again, or contact her, and I’ll kill you. Understand?”

  And right then, I knew it was time to stop all this. Right then, I knew it was time to step up and be the man I knew I was, and the man I knew I could be.

  For her.

  “Mike, Sarah?” My voice was sharp, and they both looked at me. “I love her,” I said evenly, my arms tightening protectively around Chelsea. “I love her with everything I have, and she loves me.”

  Mike started to shake his head, his fingers rubbing his temple, but I reached out and put a hand on his arm. “It’s real, buddy.” I meet his eye. “It’s more real than anything.”

  The fire left his eyes, and I watched the fight drop out of him. “It’s real” had been how he felt about Sarah. It’s what he’d kept saying to me when he’d first met her on shore leave way back in the Navy. The “real deal”, he called it

  And then he was listening.

  “I’m never going to hurt her, Mike,” I said, holding her tight. “I’m never going to leave her, and I’m going to provide and take care of her.”

  I looked up at Sarah, staring at us with wide eyes from the back porch with her hand over her mouth. “She’s going to finish college too, I swear, Sarah.”

  “Jesus, Jake.” Mike shook his head, sighing heavily.

  “I should tell them,” Chelsea whispered into my chest, and I nodded.

  “Daddy, I’m pregnant.”

  “What?” Mike’s eyes darted back up to mine, and I nodded.

  “It’s true, Mike. And I’m here for it, all the way.” I entwined my fingers in hers, and drew her close against me. “It’s real, buddy; it’s the real deal.”

  I could see the last of his anger drop then as he slowly started to nod his head. Sarah came up behind him, and he put his arm around her before turning back to Chelsea and I. “When you know, you know; that it, Jake?”

  “That’s it, Mike.” I said evenly. “When you know, you never let go.”

  And just like that, the whole tension broke, and I watched the both of them smile.

  “You hurt her, and I’ll come after you, Jake.”

  But I wasn’t worried about that, because there was no damn way I was ever going go to leave this perfect angel at my side.

  Not ever.

  And then I turned and kissed her, and I didn’t even care about the world around us anymore as her lips melted against mine.

  Because right then, it was cemented; she was mine.

  Epilogue

  Chelsea

  One Year Later

  “Oh fuck, baby! Right there!”

  I gasped as Jake’s hands tightened around my hips and held me in place as he thrust his hips up and down, his thick cock fucking me hard. I threw my head back and cried out as the orgasm tore through me, feeling my pussy clench tightly around the huge cock deep inside of me as I came.

  Almost without warning, he suddenly yanked me up, planting my knees astride his head, and I moaned as his mouth found my slit. I loved how he could manhandle me like that; how his strong arms could just toss me around in the bedroom. And God did I love his tongue on my pussy like that.

  I whimpered and reached behind me to stroke his beautiful cock, slick with my cum. Jake’s tongue teased circles around my clit, his strong hands holding me tightly to his face as he rocked me towards another climax.

  “Wait, wait!” I gasped. “I want to feel you inside me when you make me come again.”

  He grinned at me as he lifted me off his face and back down h
is body, placing me right back where I’d been. I groaned as I sank back onto him, my hand guiding the fat head into my wetness as I watched his eyes flash at me. I leaned into to kiss him, moaning loudly as I tasted myself on his lips and he started to rock back into me, filling me so deeply and completely.

  “You keep that up and you’re going to wake the baby, honey,” he growled into my ear.

  “I just put him down, we’re fine,” I gasped. “Just please keep fucking me!”

  “Oh I’m never going to stop fucking this sweet pussy, baby-girl,” he growled, biting me hard on the neck as he pumped into me.

  Yeah, so, this was married life, and I couldn’t have been happier.

  In a fairytale, everything after that explosive night in my parents yard would have been all peaches and cream. But life of course is not a fairytale, and there were certainly rough spots after that first admission there in front of everyone. My parents were weird at first; I mean, of course they were and they had every right to be. But they got it, eventually. My dad really was the one that swayed it, when he saw how happy Jake and I were together, and how real it was.

  When you know, you know.

  We moved, obviously. Besides living next door to my parents and all the bad juju of living in a house Jake lived in with his ex-wife, I did have to finish school, and he made sure of that.

  He had ways of motivating me that I’d never even dreamed of.

  Jake took the move as a chance to break into the Boston college scene with his freelance scouting, and in a city with sixty colleges, when his name took off it took off. We moved into a nice little suburb outside the city, which is where we currently were, in our house just outside the city, with him doing what he did best.

 

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