Hold Onto Me_A Secret Baby Romance

by Juliana Conners

  Lacey chuckled. “I know just how hard that can be, trust me,” she said.

  She’d been Hanson’s PR manager when they’d met. It was amazing and awesome that they had a family together now. That said everything about how hard it had to be to stay away from the football players we were helping.

  We sat in silence, sipping on our drinks and listening to music that blared over the speakers for a while. The place was full enough to be social but not so much that it was crowded. I liked it when it was like this, just right.

  “Are you going to do it again?” Lacey asked.

  I glanced up at her. I wanted to do it again. Badly.

  “I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” I said. “You know, with publicity and all that.”

  Lacey shrugged. “Obviously, it’s not. But that hasn’t stopped me.” She laughed. “I don’t think you can really decide this kind of thing. If it happens, it happens.”

  I nodded. I guessed that was true. It had been like that with me and Jacob. I hadn’t planned on sleeping with him and on a beach of all places. It wasn’t the kind of thing I usually did. But I hadn’t been able to resist him, so I knew exactly how it was.

  “That’s what happened with Hanson, too. One moment, I was working with him, the next, we were going at it, and before I knew what was happening, I had myself a life partner. And I can’t be happier.”

  I shook my head. “No, no, that’s not what this is,” I said.

  Lacey chuckled. “That was a strong reaction.”

  “It was,” I said. “He’s not my Mr. Right. I have way too much going in my life right now to deal with a boyfriend. You know how I feel about dating.”

  “I know, I know. You don’t have time for that kind of thing.”

  I nodded. “Who does? I don’t know how people make time for relationships. I have my hands full as it is.”

  Lacey shrugged. “I felt the same, but I guess if it’s really worth it, you make time, you know?”

  I guessed that was true. “I just really can’t deal with that right now, not on top of this shit with Kyle.”

  “What’s happening with that?” Lacey asked.

  I groaned and waved at Steve, the bartender, for another mojito. If I was going to talk about my brother, I was going to need another drink.”

  “So, he’s living with me now because he got evicted. I told you,” I said. Lacey nodded. “But it’s not just that. It’s about his drinking and the whole probation thing as well. He got three months because of the public drinking stunt he pulled. There are also claims of harassment against a police officer.”

  Lacey shook her head. “He was such a good guy.”

  I sighed. “Yeah. I just wish he would pull himself back together already. I know it was hard for him when he didn’t get scouted. It was a big disappointment, but it’s been years now. Surely, he could have found a new dream by now?”

  “You should let him sort his own life out. He’s not your son,” Lacey said.

  I nodded. “I know, but I can’t just leave him hanging. He’s my brother.”

  Lacey nodded. I knew she understood, but I also understood what she was saying. Kyle was a big boy. He should have been able to pull his own life together by now.

  I was just tired. I didn’t want to keep looking after him, wondering where he was all the time and what he would do next that would make things harder for me. He understood that everything he did would just make things worse for him in the long run. At least, I think he did, But it was almost like he’d just switched himself off, and he didn’t care anymore.

  That hurt me. We were so attached in so many ways. I felt his pain on another level, and I was tired. I was emotionally exhausted, and I was tired of having to keep my life going in the right direction while picking up the pieces for him all the time. I really hoped he didn’t find out about Jacob and me, or things would definitely get a lot worse.

  “He’ll figure it out, Kina,” Lacey said. I realized she’d been watching me as I stared into my drink, thinking.

  I sighed. “I hope you’re right. I really do.”

  My phone rang, and I fished in my handbag for it. When I pulled it out, Jacob’s name flashed on my caller ID. A thrill ran through my body, and I fought the urge to smile.

  “Sorry, Lace,” I said. “I have to take this.”

  She nodded. I pressed the phone against my ear and blocked the other ear to hear better.

  “Hey, sexy,” Jacob said. His voice was low. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m with Lacey,” I said.

  “Oh, that’s a shame. I’d rather you be with me.”

  He’d been drinking. I could tell by the way he dragged out his words.

  “Do you want to come over?” he asked.

  “Now?”

  I glanced at Lacey. She was looking around the bar, but I had the feeling her attention as still on me, listening to what I was saying. I wanted to go. But I was here with Lacey, and I couldn’t just dump her and run.

  “Yeah,” Jacob drawled. “Come on, baby. Let’s make a night of it.”

  He really was drunk. He wanted sex. My stomach tightened at the thought, and it was suddenly harder to breathe. I wanted him, too. The desire was almost instant.

  “I’ll see what I can do,” I said.

  I hung up before he could say anything else, before he could change my mind and get me to leave Lacey right now and run to him.

  “What was that?” Lacey asked.

  “It was Jacob. He wanted to know how to handle his team members. He’s struggling a bit to fit in, and he’s panicked about it.”

  I was lying, of course. It was none of that. But I wanted to go to him. I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want Lacey to feel like I was pushing her away.

  “Okay, are you going to go?” Lacey asked.

  I shook my head. “We’re spending time together.”

  “No, man. If it’s an emergency, you should go. Go, sort it out. I know better than anyone how these celebrities can mess up. They don’t exactly take working hours into account.”

  I smiled. “You’re sure?” I asked.

  Lacey nodded. “Positive. Besides, Hanson will be glad to have me home early.”

  “Thanks, Lace,” I said, feeling only a little guilty that I’d lied to her to get out of our night and run to Jacob. The desire was stronger than my remorse, though. I pulled out a handful of bills and put it on the counter.

  “I got this one,” I said.

  Lacey started to protest, but I hugged her.

  “Next time, you pay,” I said and walked toward the exit.

  I was ready to go to him right now. I was dressed in skintight jeans and a wine-red top with a scooped neckline. It was the kind of outfit you wore out with your friend when you were talking about life. The kind you wore on a date. Or the kind you wore when you were on your way to a man’s house when you knew he was after one thing.

  But I wanted that, too. I was happy with the idea of “no strings attached” because that suited me just fine.

  It really does suit me just fine, I reminded myself, as my heart sped up at the thought of seeing Jacob, even though I wish it would leave itself out of this. No strings attached is just fine.

  I wanted other parts of my body to do the thinking, and not my damn heart.

  Chapter 14 – Jacob

  I’d had just enough alcohol to make me horny. I wanted sex. I wanted it badly, and the only woman I could think about fucking was Kina. That’s how it had been for me since I met her, and it was really throwing me off my game.

  The last time I’d been with her, it had been fantastic. Orgasmic. There was no way to explain how good it was with her other than saying I wanted it again.

  I’d called her to tell her that, and she’d accepted coming over again. A part of me was thrilled. A part of me was surprised.

  I didn’t think she would do it, but when I’d called her she’d agreed.

  It just made me feel hornier.

  The alco
hol in my system was enough to push away all the reasons why I shouldn’t fuck her. There were reasons for me not to do it. I had a lot of shit going on with my past, and I had to be careful, but I wasn’t going to a public place with her. I was just going to do it all behind closed doors.

  When the doorbell rang, I walked to the door. She stood in front of me looking like a vision. She wore jeans so tight, they looked painted on. I wanted to see her without them. I knew what her legs looked like, but I wanted to see her naked, this time.

  All the way.

  I pulled her in through the door and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her with my hips. I ground my crotch against hers, and my hands found her breasts. Her neckline was low enough that my fingertips were on the bare skin on her chest. Her chest heaved as she breathed harder. I squeezed her breast, my fingers pressing into her skin, and I massaged her with the palm of my hand.

  She gasped into my mouth. I rubbed my cock against her, pressing myself tight against her through my clothes and hers. I ached for her, my cock throbbing in my pants. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly.

  Kina pushed her fingers into my hair, her fingertips on my scalp.

  I pulled her shirt up, my hands on the smooth skin over her ribs. She lifted her arms, and I pulled the shirt off, throwing it on the ground. Her bra was something satin-and-lace, but I didn’t pay a lot of attention to it. I was already working on her jeans, undoing the button and zipper. She kicked off her own shoes.

  I wanted her in my bedroom. I moved her toward the living room, half tripping over the rug on the floor on the way there. We collapsed on the couch in a tangle of limbs. Her hands were under my shirt as well, and we tugged and pulled together to get it off.

  She managed to get my pants undone, and between the two of us, we got undressed bit by bit until we were both naked. I turned her around so I could spread her pussy and ass open wide and take a look at what I had been missing.

  “You’re such a bad girl to come over here and see me,” I told her, spanking her bare ass cheek.

  “Ow,” she cried out, but then she said, “I couldn’t help myself. I had to come see you.”

  “We’re not supposed to be together,” I told her, as I hit her other ass cheek. “We could get into a lot of trouble.”

  “I’m such a bad girl,” she said, leaning her ass out so I could hit it again. “Punish me.”

  I grabbed ahold of her clit and then spanked her pussy a bit—the part that was sticking itself out to me, offering itself to me hungrily, wanting me to claim it and do what I wanted with it, which I was only too happy to oblige.

  Then it was time to get it on for real. I lay on top of her, and she gasped, her body writhing beneath mine. I wasn’t even inside her yet, but my cock was against her lower abdomen. I moved back and forth, bucking my hips, rubbing myself against her.

  The alcohol fueled me. I’d had just enough not to think about what I was doing and second guess myself. I was still in control of my body, my cock hard and eager for her.

  “I want you,” I said between kisses. “I want to fuck you.”

  “So, take me,” she breathed.

  I wanted to, but not here. I wanted to go to the bedroom and do it properly. I got off the couch and pulled her up with me. I took her hand and led her down the passage to my bedroom. My cock was hard, and it bobbed as I walked. I looked over my shoulder at her perfect body, with her wide hips, her almost flat stomach, and her large breasts swinging with every step.

  I was barely in the bedroom when I turned and pulled her against me again. I kissed her, groped her, walking her to the bed without letting her go. I put a condom on while I walked, thinking, no one better ever say I’m not multi talented.

  When we reached the bed, I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I tasted her—she’d had alcohol, too—and I tasted her desire.

  I spun her around and bent her over so that she braced herself on the bed. She moaned a little, and it was a sound of pleasure. She wanted this as much as I did.

  It was confirmed when I pushed my hand between her legs, fingers into her entrance, and felt how wet she was. She was more than ready for me. The juices running out of her slit showed me so.

  There was no reason to wait. I wanted her, and she was ready for me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance and pushed into her. She gasped as I slid into her. Her body opened for me, her walls gripping my shaft, and I was inside of her, right where I wanted to be.

  When I pulled out she moaned, and she cried out when I slammed into her again. I did it another few times before I found a rhythm. I fucked her hard, her body rocking back and forth, the sounds of our sex filling the room. She cried out while my cock hammered into her. My hands were on her hips, holding her steady while I fucked her. Her hands were braced on the bed.

  I was getting closer. I didn’t want to come until she was ready. Judging by the sounds she was making, how hard she was breathing and moaning, she was getting close, too.

  I reached around her body, squeezing her breast before I pushed my hand between her legs. I found her clit, and her breathing hitched a little. I rubbed in circles. I kept at it, rubbing her harder and faster, body bent over her as I fucked her.

  She was getting closer. I could feel it by the way her muscles contracted and clamped down on my shaft. It didn’t take very long before she toppled over the edge. She cried out, her walls clenching me. Her muscles contracted, and it pushed me into my own orgasm.

  I shoved myself as deep into her as I could and emptied myself into the condom inside her. She milked me with her body, tight around mine, and I grunted and groaned.

  Finally, the pumping stopped. She was breathing hard, and I knew that her orgasm had passed, too. I was starting to get soft. I pulled out of her, and she collapsed on the bed.

  I crawled onto the bed and pulled her against me so that the line of her body was pressed against mine. I traced her contours with my fingertips.

  “I’m glad you came,” I said.

  She chuckled, and I realized how it sounded.

  “I’m glad, too,” she said.

  My phone beeped, but I ignored it. I wasn’t going to bother with my phone when she was here.

  More messages came through, my phone pinging. Her phone started going off, too. We could hear it in her handbag all the way from my bedroom.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

  But I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be pretty. Perhaps our rendezvous had somehow caught up with us. Someone just might be onto us.

  Chapter 15 – Jacob

  I rolled over and found my phone on the floor in my pants pocket. When I unlocked the screen, there were more than twenty notifications. Twitter was going crazy and messages were flying around with Markus at the center of it. Football fans all over the States and Canada had comments and hashtags were trending.

  “What did you do?” Kina asked, getting off the bed.

  “Thanks for thinking this is my fault,” I said, aware that it sounded a little bitter.

  Kina shook her head, found a robe in my bathroom and wrapped it around her body. She disappeared back down the corridor. I turned my attention back to my phone. The tweets were all about loyalty and my lack thereof, of fights between team members and Markus saying things about my anger issues.

  “This is such bullshit,” I said when Kina walked back into the room. I pulled a pillow into my lap to make myself more decent. “I don’t know what this is all about, but this is making me look so bad.”

  Kina was on her phone, getting onto the bed and perching on the edge. Her light blonde, long hair framed her face in messy curls. If I weren’t so worried about what was being said, I would have paid more attention to how fucking hot she was. Even when she concentrated like that, she was gorgeous. I could stare at her all day. But I had bigger things to worry about.

  Like why everything was going wrong for me no matter how hard I tried to mak
e it right. What the hell was Markus’s problem with me? Why was he picking fights with me, and over social media no less? The whole world was privy to this now, and it made me look bad. Like I needed any more bad publicity in my life.

  I groaned and looked at my phone again as it pinged with more responses and retweets and everything I didn’t want.

  “This is extremely unnecessary, Jacob,” Kina said looking at me.

  Her eyes were bright with anger.

  “Do you think I did this on purpose?” I asked. “It’s not like I planned to fuck and then get in trouble on social media for dessert.”

  Her face closed when I said ‘fuck’ and I sighed.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just saying this isn’t my idea of fun.”

  Kina nodded, but she didn’t look like she was just over it.

  “Well, this is going to take a bit of work to fix. What is your issue with this guy, what did you do?”

  I shook my head. “Why are you assuming I’m the one who did something?”

  “Because no one is innocent. You didn’t transfer here because of your perfect track record.”

  I was getting angry. “Yeah, that’s just what I need to hear from you right now.”

  She sighed. I didn’t want to let her speak, apologize, whatever.

  “You’re making it sound like I’m looking for shit.”

  She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just a lot to deal with when we have so much work to do as it is.”

  “I’m aware that fixing up my image isn’t going to be a walk in the park, but you don’t have to rub my nose in it.”

  She nodded. “I know. I said I was sorry. What’s this all about?” She gestured toward my phone.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Some of the players on the team aren’t exactly excited about my existence right now. It’s nothing I did to them, if that’s what you’re asking.”