AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories)

by Carmella Jones

  “So you knew this was coming?” he asked.

  I winked at him and started to stroll through the warehouse which, by that time, was crawling with cops.

  Chapter 16: Kelly

  After the fight with Shovelhead and the things that he had revealed, I had to come clean with Anthony about the fact that I had been the bitch of a rival club, and not just any rival club, but the rival club of the Silent Brotherhood. It had been a pretty uncomfortable moment for me, and it had led to several days of not seeing each other. For the most part, I was pretty sure that he never wanted anything to do with me again. It wasn’t until he showed up at Le Paris for dinner one evening, tipped me another hundred dollar bill and said “Come see me,” that I knew I’d been forgiven.

  When Anthony forgave, he forgave very, very well, and it felt very, very nice. In fact, the combination of his two fingers and his tongue were making me wonder if I was one of those girls who just might become a squirter. He hadn’t said a word to me since I walked through the door of his house, not even a “hello.” He had just started off kissing me and undressing me right in the front hallway.

  Totally naked, he had teased my nipples with his tongue and had me purring in less than a minute. With a nipple in his mouth, he had scooped my ass up into his strong hands, carried me into the dining room and laid me out on the table before digging in. With my knees over his shoulders, he started in with his forgiveness, and I was in a whole new world of ecstasy that I didn’t know was possible.

  When he had brought me to a climax several times, I pushed him back into one of the chairs and began to work out an apology. Though inside I was wanting to set the wild animal free, I slowed my pace and concentrated on working his cock with my pussy.

  I pushed my hips down into him forcefully, but gripped his erection and rose up slowly, concentrating on squeezing every inch of him as I did so. Once I reached his swollen head, I shoved my hips down hard again. My intense concentration and the feel of him brought me to orgasm a couple more times, and I was very close to bringing him to one as well when he wrapped an arm around my waist, stood and carried me to the middle of the living room.

  I was expecting for him to put me on the couch, but that wasn’t his plan. He just wanted some extra space to spread his legs and balance himself while I continued to ride him. I knew, mostly from what I’d heard, not from experience, that for a guy to be able to do that, he had to be extremely strong and extremely well balanced. We took turns hammering away at each other before he finally pushed me into a recliner and worked himself up to his big finish.

  Like I was little more than a bag of groceries, he carried me to the couch and laid me down on the soft leather. We were both gasping and trying to catch our breath, and I was looking forward to feeling him lie down beside me.

  “You want a drink?” he asked, abandoning me on the couch and turning toward the kitchen.

  “I could go for one,” I replied. I was beginning to wonder if he’d just gotten horny during our separation and wasn’t really forgiving me. It was sort of unusual for him to not stay with me and cuddle afterward.

  I watched his tight ass retreating toward the kitchen and couldn’t resist. If he wasn’t going to cuddle, then neither was I. I followed right along behind him. When I arrived in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, he was leaning over to reach a couple of bottles of beer on a lower shelf. I moved up quietly. When he turned around, I reached for his cock, started stroking it and then sank to my knees in front of him.

  Any woman who really knows anything about sex knows that the greatest thrill in the world is to start sucking on a limp dick and then feel it begin to grow in your mouth. That’s exactly what I did with Anthony. It was rather comical at first, because he just stood there and closed his eyes, still holding the two bottles of beer. As things got a little bit more serious on my end, however, he sat the bottles on the counter and lifted me up onto the counter right next to them.

  Feeling those ice-cold beer bottles against my back and bare ass gave me another idea. I took one in each hand and started rubbing them on my tits as he started to hammer into me. God, it felt so good. My nipples were like stones, nearly as hard as he was, and standing out more than a half inch. The orgasm I had from that sweet little combination rolled my eyes back in my head, and I was pretty sure that I was going to pass out.

  The second time around with Anthony, to my surprise, didn’t last as long as it usually did. Having already blown his load once, it usually took him a lot longer to build up to an explosion the second time, but he didn’t have any problem getting there in near record time that night. I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of doing it in the kitchen or if he had just missed me really bad. Anyway, he finished me on the kitchen counter, helped me down, took the beers from me and started toward the bedroom.

  “Come on,” he said. “Let’s talk.”

  By the time we reached the bedroom, I could no longer hold back the giggle that had been building up inside of me since we’d left the kitchen, and it burst out of me.

  “What’s your problem?” He gave me that half-crooked smile along with a raised eyebrow.

  “You’ve sure got your priorities right.”

  I could tell that he didn’t understand what I was referring to, so I filled him in. “Action before words,” I grinned.

  “Oh, that,” he chuckled. “What can I say? I missed you.”

  “I could tell,” I said, plopping down onto the bed and scooting up toward the headboard where we could prop ourselves up with the pillows and drink our beers. “What do you wanna talk about?”

  “I wanted to let you know that I trust you,” he replied. “I had to think it through a little bit and think about whether or not you were legit or a plant. That sort of thing happens, you know?”

  “I’m legit,” I replied. “I got away from Viktor because I realized that I was headed down the wrong path with him. I don’t know, I sort of came to my senses. I don’t really want that sort of life anymore.”

  “What you’re doing with your life is sort of what convinced me. It all checked out.”

  “You checked up on me?” I wasn’t sure if I like that idea or not.

  “Put yourself in my position. If you were a plant…” He didn’t finish the statement.

  He was right, if I was a plant, then not checking up on me would have been irresponsible. It would have put all of the Silent Brotherhood in danger. Being the responsible guy that he was, I really couldn’t expect him to do less. “If I’d been a plant, you’d have to take me out, right?” I laughed.

  He didn’t laugh. That was the first time that I began to wonder a little bit about him. He turned quiet suddenly, and then started to speak. “There’s something about me that I really should tell—” His phone rang, interrupting whatever it was that he was about to tell me.

  Chapter 17: Razor

  I was just about to let Kelly in on my own little secret. Okay, actually, it was a big secret, but whatever the case, when my phone rang, it put that on hold. It was Pepper and he was standing on my doorstep.

  “I thought I’d call first,” he laughed.

  “Hell, you just as well could have pushed the doorbell at this point,” I countered.

  The doorbell rang. “It’s Pepper,” I told Kelly.

  “I really need to talk to you alone,” Pepper said through the phone. “Not something she needs to hear.”

  “Alright, go around back to the woodshop. I’ll meet you there as soon as I throw on some shorts.”

  “Bad time?” he joked.

  “Fuck you.” I disconnected the call and turned to Kelly. “Pepper needs to talk to me in private. You can grab a shower if you like, and then we can go get a bite when we get done. It shouldn’t be long. Pepper isn’t known for being verbose.”

  “Did you just use the word ‘verbose’?” Kelly laughed.

  “Hey, just cause I’m a Navy grunt and a biker doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.” I went to my dresser and pulle
d out a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Wait!” she called out and then ran toward me. The lip lock and the tongue action sent a quiver down my spine. She knew exactly how to do that.

  “Jesus, Kel,” I said, pulling away. “You keep doing that and I won’t ever make it out to the woodshop.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  “Yes.” I pushed her away and escaped before I got delayed any longer.

  Pepper was waiting out in the woodshop when I got there. It wasn’t the first time we’d had a conversation out there. In fact, if the truth were known, I had a tendency to have more important conversations out there than I did anywhere else, especially when it came to SB business.

  “I take it that you were otherwise occupied when I called?” he grinned.

  “Smartass. What you got?”

  “Some pretty serious shit has just gone down with the KOTR.”

  “How serious?”

  “Serious as in ‘they are nearly completely wiped the fuck out’ serious.”

  “Whew.” I blew out a long breath and then considered what he said for several seconds. “So, what the hell happened?”

  “What little bit I’ve been able to gather from the rumor mill, they tried to hit a LD distribution point.”

  I’d been hearing about what sounded like a war taking place in the grey area, mostly in the KOTR sector of it. The Silent Brotherhood had kept their ears open and stepped up their vigilance a little bit, because it sounded like somebody was making a move, but there hadn’t been anyone straying into our territory, or any of the territories of our allied clubs. There was always a little bit of spillover, so the absence of it spoke volumes in and of itself. Someone was being very careful about not drawing us in. “Takeover gone bad?”

  “That or the KOTR walked into a trap.”

  “That your take?”

  “I don’t really have a take yet.”

  “So, what’s Boss say?” Boss is what we called Jeremy Brannegen, who was listed on our club role as the president and the guy who called the shots.

  “He said that it doesn’t involve us at this point, so we need to just sit back and watch what happens. That’s what he told Shovelhead when he reported that the KOTR was asking us to come in on their side in the little war that’s been going on down there too. Shovelhead played it off as no big deal, which had me wondering.”

  “You think that Shovelhead is playing both sides?”

  “If he is, then there isn’t anyone left in the KOTR to play with.”

  “So?” I could have speculated where Pepper was going with his thoughts, but I wanted to hear him say it.

  “Since he knew about Kelly being with Sabre before, it makes me wonder.”

  “She checks out, Pepper.” It irritated me a little bit that Pepper was suggesting that she might not be playing on the level.

  “I didn’t say she didn’t. Of all of the people involved in this little fucked up world of ours, I am the least concerned about Kelly, but we’ve got to sit up and pay attention to what Shovelhead’s doing.”

  “Yeah. We should have already been doing that.”

  A long pause passed as each of us considered our own separate thoughts. I was pretty sure that if the Lost Disciples had stretched their boundaries a little too much and actually lured the KOTR into a trap, like Pepper had suggested, then I would have an op pretty soon. Though I never knew the reason for hitting whoever I was ordered to hit, I’d picked up some patterns. Maybe I was getting to a point where I was beginning to think about it too much. When I’d first started, I’d purposely kept myself in the dark and never tried to speculate.

  “I suppose I ought to let you get back to Kelly,” he grinned. He started to leave the shop.

  “Pepper, wait a sec,” I said. I had kept my secret for a very long time and I was at the point of trying to decide if I wanted to keep doing what I was doing. In some ways I did, and in others I didn’t. What I really wanted was someone who I could trust to bounce my thoughts off of. “I…” I couldn’t make the words come out.

  “You’re thinking about getting out?” he interrupted. “Don’t tell me anything. I don’t want to know things that I hadn’t ought to know.”

  “What do you know?”

  “Nothing. I’m serious about that.”

  “How do you know that I’m thinking about getting out?”

  “Because if I had somebody like Kelly, I’d be thinking about it. Listen, I’m not going to speculate about what you’re into, but if I was you, I’d figure out a way to put an end to one or the other. You either get rid of her or you get out. You can’t drag her into your dark world. So, as my old man used to say, ‘shit or get off the pot,’ but don’t string her along while she carry on with your secret life. Capiche?”

  I nodded.

  “I threw that little bit of Italian in there just for you,” he laughed. “Now, get your ass back in there. I’m going home.” He nodded toward the house, opened the door and left me standing alone with my thoughts.

  He was right, of course. Leading Kelly along while keeping my secret wasn’t right. I needed to make a choice. I just wasn’t sure if I was ready to make one yet. Before Pepper had interrupted me, I had planned on telling her, sort of a heat of the moment thing, but I was glad that I hadn’t. I needed more time to know if I was going one way or the other.

  I was trying to come up with a different thing that I needed to tell her as I headed back into the house. I knew that she’d ask me and I’d have to come up with something good. I still didn’t have anything plausible when I opened the door and stepped into the den. I went straight to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers, noticing that she had already scooped up the clothing that we’d scattered in the front hall. No doubt, she had anticipated the possibility that Pepper might come in the house after our talk.

  When I arrived in the kitchen, I saw a note stuck to my refrigerator door with a magnet, something I never did. I glanced at it with a mixture of regret and relief.

  Had to head out. I got class early tomorrow. Call me, K.

  Well, that took care of having to come up with a plausible answer.

  Chapter 18: Razor

  When I called to do my check-in the following morning, the voice on the phone said “seven,” before disconnecting. So, instead of stewing over the strange crap that had been stirring in my head all night while working on a piece out in the woodshop, I snatched up the keys to the Road King and headed out the door.

  Drop seven was at a drive-through restaurant that had been closed and falling into disrepair for quite some time. I’d never known it to be open, and it looked like it had been a long time since it had been. I drove through the drive through, reached under the serving shelf that stuck out from the window, pulled away an envelope and rode on through. Like always, I stuffed the envelope into my leather jacket and went straight home.

  The moment that I saw the op order, I knew that my speculations were right. The LD had gotten a little too big for their britches and the Godfather had another message to send. Hitting Julian “Gonzo” Gonzalez at Sabre’s house was going to be impossible. The first time, I had lucked out and hit right after a party, but the odds of the pulling that off again were well under one percent. I was good at what I did because I wasn’t stupid and didn’t take unnecessary risks. Watching him without being seen was going to be a challenge as well.

  The intel that I had on Gonzo was that he was Sabre’s primary lieutenant. My guess was that he was the one who orchestrated the takeover of the KOTR. He was getting punished for his role and Sabre was being sent a final message. The Lost Disciples were on shaky ground.

  Watching Gonzo while wearing the colors of the Silent Brotherhood and riding a hog was definitely out. After some deliberation, I came up with the persona that fit perfectly. With all of the crap that had been going down around the Lost Disciples, it seemed extremely likely to me that, if the FBI and/or DEA hadn’t become interested, they ought t
o have. For the time being, I was going to be one of those agents.

  Getting the proper ID, just in case someone decided to ask questions, wasn’t that difficult. I knew the right guy to provide me with that. I considered the dark sedan, but decided that even an FBI agent would ditch that to do a discreet stakeout on a subject of interest. I also skipped the dark suit and dark glasses that would have been an instant tip off. I found an old Chevy Scottsdale pickup left over from the 1980s, put on jeans, a western shirt, boots, a ball cap with DeKalb Seed on it and opted for the amber-colored shooter glasses. It beat the hell out of my last disguise.

  I was glad that I’d gone through the effort of the getting the ID, because during one stretch of surveillance, I was approached by a police officer who had been doing his due diligence. Once he had a look at my credentials and even called in the badge number to make sure that I was legit, he and every other officer who happened by would leave me alone. No doubt, however, they were curious as to who I was interested in. Cops are just like that. Even though I checked out, I still didn’t want to be seen too often, so I varied my times and the duration of my surveillance.

  Gonzo’s movements were erratic at best, but even he had something of a habit. During a week of watching him, I was able to note that he always came home before dawn and slept until midday. In fact, I was pretty certain that he would be sacked out between 4:30 and 5:00 a.m. Getting in, however, was going to be something of a challenge. He had a Rottweiler. The Rotty, who I decided to call “Jake,” wasn’t part of the contract and I hated taking out a dog for the shit that his owner did. There was little leeway when using a tranquilizing dose on a dog, so I hoped that I got his weight right, and that my left arm was accurate.

  At about 4:00 a.m., I got to test both. I’d seen Gonzo come home a few minutes before and knew that he would be settled in and passed out soon, so I drove the Scottsdale down the alley behind Gonzo’s house, tossing a nice, juicy steak with a little treat inside toward the porch beside the back door. Then I continued down the alley and around the corner. I parked the Scottsdale several blocks away in the parking lot of a small grocery store and then walked back, turned into the alley and went to the back gate. I was about to find out if the steak had done its trick.