Accidental Husband_A Secret Baby Romance

by Nikki Chase

  “They can’t see what I’m doing with your back against the wall.” I drag my fingers up her spine.

  “Luke, hey.” Tessa grabs my wrist and pulls my hand down just as I reach the back of her bra. She throws me a seductive smile even as she says, “Be a good boy.”

  No way I can be good around her. She’s asking for the impossible.

  “Okay. But as soon as I’ve got you alone . . .” I let my voice trail off as I place my hand over her waist again, separated from her skin by the cotton of her shirt.

  I can barely stop myself from pouncing on her as we walk down the hallway, her quickening her pace to get away from my touch (Luke, the neighbors might see us) and me catching up to her (I don’t care).

  As she turns her key in the door, turning her back on me, I swipe aside the end of her ponytail and kiss her neck, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me so she can feel the hard-on tenting my pants. She fumbles, her breathing heavy as a shiver runs through her.

  “Luke, the neigh—” A gasp interrupts her sentence as I sink my teeth down on the back of her neck.

  I’ve been told hickeys are something only teenagers leave. But fuck, when Tessa reacts like this to the slightest sensation on her neck, how can I stop myself? The way she turns me on makes me feel like a horny teenager anyway.

  My hands roam all over her flat belly—where my baby’s growing—and her tits—where my baby will suckle. I’ve never thought pregnancy could be so sexy, but the thought of Tessa’s sinful body nurturing my baby turns me hard as stone.

  I rest my hand over the juncture of her legs just as she manages to unlock the door. A click, then a breathless protest. “Luke, seriously . . .”

  “What?” I press her up against the wall and slam the door shut. I level my gaze at her, a smirk tugging one corner of my mouth up. “No neighbors to see us now. Just you and me. And an empty apartment.”

  “Wait, wait,” she insists, her delicate hands pushing on my chest. She looks down at the pajamas she’s wearing and gives me a little sheepish smile. “Let me just go and get changed.”

  “I don’t care what you’re wearing. Whatever it is, I’ll take it off anyway,” I whisper. I nibble on her ear lobe as I grab her ass, pulling her to me.

  “Luke,” she moans. Sounds more like a plead for more rather than a warning to me, although her hands are still pushing weakly against me. “Just . . . give me a minute and I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Okay,” I growl, my hands on her hips, squeezing her waist. “One minute. Exactly sixty seconds. Then I’m coming in, whether you’re ready or not.”

  She slips away from my grasp and heads to her bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her.

  I can hear the rustling of fabric—she’s shedding her clothes, then putting something back on again. My eyes dart between her bedroom and my watch. I’m counting. Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, halfway through now . . .

  My impatience evaporates instantly as Tessa calls out to me from her bedroom.

  “Okay, I’m ready.” Her voice is like a siren’s call and I can’t help but follow. Time seems to slow. I feel like I’m moving through water.

  Tessa is sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing nothing but some skimpy, silk-and-lace nightie. Her hands are flat on the bed to either side of her ass. She looks up at me as I walk towards her, face a little flushed.

  My eyes wander the length of her body, from her pretty, round face, to the hair cascading around her slim neck, to her tits almost spilling out of the top of the lace trip on her nightie. I feel myself harden as I take in the sight of her body—her slim stomach, wide hips, and finally down to where I want to bury myself balls-deep and . . .

  “You like it?” she asks, her voice tinged with shyness.

  “Are you kidding me?” I drag my eyes back to look into hers. “I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

  She gives me a smile, inviting me to come to her. I take a few steps forward until I’m standing on front of her, and she looks up at me from where she is perched on the bed.

  “You know I’m just going to take that thing off again, right?” I stalk toward her and watch her chest rising up and down rapidly with her breathing.

  A small, barely there smile. “But I went through all that trouble . . .”

  I shrug. “A little lace won’t stop me. I’m warning you, though, I won’t be held responsible if you end up with more than a few rips. I hope you’re not too fond of that nightie.”

  I push her onto her back with a firm hand and she looks up at me as she lies on her back, watching me as I drop to my knees. I caress her breasts over the cool silk, squeezing them with my hands, my touch rough and desperate.

  Pushing the hem of her nightie up, I realize she’s not wearing any panties. Naughty minx.

  Her nightie bunched up around her waist, she gives me an expectant look, as if to ask, what are you going to do now?

  I place my hands on her thighs, and she gasps as I pushed her legs apart, wide. She’s swollen with arousal, her pussy slightly pink and full. I kiss my way from her soft stomach, down to the curve of her hips, and brush past the mound just above her pussy.

  A moan escapes her mouth as I kiss her lower lips, teasing her, brushing my tongue gently against her. I felt her push her hips forward, eager for me to please her.

  “Not yet,” I say as I pull my head back, knowing my breath on her skin must be driving her crazy.

  Tessa whimpers in frustration. I look up at her, trapping her gaze, before sliding two fingers inside her.

  Her back arches and she throws her head to one side, studying me as I begin to finger her deeply and slowly, gasping as I tease her clit with my tongue.

  Her body shaking, she places a hand on my head, her nails gently scratching at my scalp as she lets out a loud gasp, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

  “That’s right,” I say, urging her on. “Come on my fingers.”

  As she comes down from her peak, I take off my clothes, quick as lightning. Her eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded, as I climb between her splayed legs, limp from her orgasm.

  Her eyes are on mine, her mouth half-open as I edge forward. I push myself into her tight, incredibly wet pussy, my eyes on her as her forehead creases with the effort of taking me.

  I begin to fuck her, deep and slow. Nothing else matters but our tangled limbs, our intertwined bodies, moving together to an ancient rhythm.

  Her breasts bounce in time with my thrusts as she looks up at me, her face flushed. The sensation is intense as I begin to fuck her faster and harder, and I feel her pussy clench around my hard cock.

  I want to stretch this out, hold myself back, but she feels so incredibly good it’s almost impossible. My muscles tense with each thrust and I grab her hips for purchase as I slam again and again inside her.

  Tessa pushes her hips up toward me, leaning forward to grip my hips, pulling me toward her, begging me to fuck her harder and deeper without saying a single word. Her fingernails scratch up my back, her legs wrapped tight around me.

  “Luke, please . . .” Tessa quivers as I give her what she wants, letting the beast inside me take over.

  A groan of pleasure escapes my mouth at the sensation building in my cock. I feel an animalistic need for release, and I’m lost in the moment, all of my senses filled with Tessa and her naked body, responding with gasps and moans to each thrust of my hips.

  I lose control, starting to grunt in time with each deep thrust into her warm, wet pussy, feeling the orgasm building, reaching the point of no return.

  Her pussy clenches hard around me as another grips her, her whole body convulsing and shuddering out of control. She bites her lip, grabbing the bed sheets with her fingers, throwing her head back on the bed, arching her back.

  “Come. Come on my cock,” I command, every syllable punctuated by labored breathing as I fill her again and again.

  “Oh, Luke . . . I’m coming,” she moans—a loud one this time. Her body writhes
under me, going into overdrive.

  I’m pounding hard and fast now, all sense of control forgotten. My cock twitches in response to her convulsions.

  “I’m going to come inside you,” I growl. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

  My balls tighten, and then I’m coming, my cock convulsing as I shoot my seed inside her. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, taking me over. I’m gasping for breath, overcome by the release.

  As the orgasm fades, I lean forward on my hands, spent. I settle down to gently rest my weight on top of Tessa before my knees buckle underneath me.

  We spend the next hour—or five—resting, lying in each other's arms, our breathing slow and regular. Time fades into the background, an abstract concept that doesn’t mean anything. We barely talk, happy to lie there holding each other in silence.

  We fall in and out of consciousness until hunger gets the better of us. Too lazy to move, we order a pizza, which we devour hungrily once it arrives a little while later.

  “Now I know why you eat so much,” I say, taking a bite of the pepperoni pizza.

  “Eating for two.” Tessa grins. She’s wearing her old shirt again but no pants—just a pair of sheer, lacy panties.

  I stare at her belly. “It’s still hard to believe our baby is growing in there.”

  “I know.” Tessa looks down, her gaze soft, her smile so gentle I can only imagine how loved our baby will be.

  As we finish our meal, we chat about our plans for the future. We’ll need a nursery, of course, and there’s a ton of space in my place so Tessa will move into my house. We’ll have to shop for baby things too—a crib, a car seat . . . maybe more than one so we won’t have to move it every time we switch cars.

  We’re moving quickly but it feels like the most natural thing in the world. I used to think it would be scary, taking these steps with a woman—moving in together, having a baby together . . . but with Tessa it all feels like an exciting adventure.

  Looking at the empty pizza box, Tessa remarks, “You know, I’m still hungry . . .”

  That’s surprising, considering how much we’ve already eaten. But I grab my phone anyway. “Not a problem, we can always or—”

  “Not that kind of hunger,” Tessa cuts me off, her hand over my phone covering the screen. The small, naughty smile on her lips tells me all I need to know.

  “Oh.” I stare at her, imagining the naked body hidden beneath her clothes. I shoot her a crooked smile. “I can take care of that too.”

  I grab the hem of her t shirt and pull her toward me. A half-smile appears on her lips as I lean in to kiss her. I feel my cock stiffen at her proximity, lost for a second at the sensation of her sweet lips on mine.

  Tessa runs her fingers down my chest and reaches down to brush over my aching, hard cock.

  “Wow,” she says in a thick voice, “someone’s ready for round two.”

  I grin as I take off my underwear. “As many rounds as it takes. Anything for the mother of my child.”

  Tessa rolls her eyes, lifting her arms in the air as I pull her shirt over her head and toss it on the floor. “How generous of you. I must thank you for your hard work and sacrifice.”

  She kisses her way down my body until she is lying with her face in my lap. She looks up at me, eyes locked onto mine as she begins kissing at my shaft, using her lips and tongue to tease me.

  My cock twitches at the sensation of her mouth on me, and I let out a deep moan of anticipated pleasure as she takes my cock into her mouth.

  I grab at a breast and squeeze her nipple between a finger and thumb, feeling it harden at the sensation. She gasps around my cock and begins to suck at me, taking me deeper into her mouth.

  I reach down, running my hand across her soft stomach and slip a finger under her panties, urging her to pull them down. I want to see her naked, lying there as her lips are wrapped around me, sliding up and down my shaft. I long to pleasure her at the same time.

  She obliges and swiftly kicks off her underwear, pushing them off of the bed. Tessa lies on her side in front of me, facing towards me, kissing and sucking at my cock, completely naked.

  I look down at her pussy, swollen and wet between her soft thighs and wide hips. I reach down, sliding a finger between her pussy lips, amazed at how wet she is.

  “You like that, having my cock in your mouth?”

  Tessa nods, her lips sliding on my shaft.

  “I can tell. You’re so wet and I haven’t even started yet.”

  My finger finds her clit and I begin to massage her gently with a finger. She moans again and uses her hand to jerk me off as she sucks at me harder.

  I push two fingers into her wet pussy, using my thumb to circle her clit as I squeeze my fingers upwards rhythmically. I run my other hand over the soft skin of her body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  We both gasp and moan as we pleasured each other, Tessa's hand jerking me off in circular motions while her tongue pleasures the tip of my cock. The sensation is almost too much.

  I feel my cock twitch, and I grab her hand to stop her before it’s too late. She looks up at me, cheeks red, eyes wide, eyebrows wide.

  “I’m close,” I warn her.

  Tessa gives me a sly smile and presses her lips against the tip of my cock. A kiss light as a feather, but my cock twitches anyway.

  “Fuck,” I curse, pulling her upward so she’s straddling me. “If you want to make me come, you’re welcome. But I’m coming in your pussy.”

  She slowly, teasingly, frustratingly perches up on her knees. I grab her thighs and pull her down. I need to feel her pussy on me.

  Tessa closes her eyes, a moan escaping her mouth as my cock touches her pussy lips. She pauses for a second, using it to tease her clit, and she shudders slightly at the sensation.

  “Enough with the teasing,” I groan as I push up with my hips and pull her down, burying my cock inside her.

  Tessa gives in, letting me take her, letting gravity sink her deeper onto my cock. Her eyelids flutter shut as she shivers around me.

  Impatience growing within me, I grab her thighs and move her back and forth over me, making her grind against me. I grab her tits and take her pink nipples into my mouth, circling the hardened peaks with my tongue.

  I push my hips up in time with her, pushing my cock deep into her. I feel her slow for a second, and her whole body trembles as an orgasm overcomes her.

  Her pussy clenches around my cock as she comes, and I barely manage to control myself, although I want to feel her come before an orgasm overtakes me.

  She shudders again, letting out a cry of pleasure. My cock twitches with pleasure inside her. Her soft brown eyes stares into mine, a half-smile of pleasure and satisfaction on her full lips.

  All of my senses are filled with Tessa, her smell, the feel of her full breasts in my hands, her soft skin against mine, her wet, warm pussy on my cock.

  It's too much and I start to lose control, feeling the need to come, longing to feel release.

  I wrap my arms around her and pull her down on me, claiming her mouth as I thrust my cock up into her, again and again and again until I explode, shooting hot, thick cum inside her.

  Tessa moans as I come, gasping as my hard cock pulses with the waves of my gooey orgasm. I thrust slowly and deeply, finally pushing up hard, lifting her hips up and keeping myself inside her as I reach the peak, pleasure crackling throughout my body.

  I pull Tessa's naked body into mine, holding her against me as the orgasm starts to fade.

  “I can keep doing that forever,” Tessa sighs, sagging against me in the warm afterglow.

  I breathe in deeply, filling my lungs with the smell of her hair. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

  That’s when it dawns on me: I won’t have to be without her anymore.

  Epilogue

  Tessa—Eighteen Months Later

  I just about manage to catch Kayleigh before she tumbles headfirst off a step.

  Our little daughter has jus
t turned one, and today is her birthday party. She’s only just found out that she can walk, so every social occasion is a chaotic juggling act between entertaining guests and making sure she doesn’t fall down the stairs or hit her head, or eat a crayon, or any number of myriad ways she finds to get into trouble.

  Claire laughs as I wrangle the struggling toddler. “You know what this reminds me of? Babysitting you when you’re drunk,” she says, taking a sip of wine. “Except I think Kayleigh has better coordination.”

  “I can still un-invite you from this party, you know,” I say, fixing her with a death stare. “Isn’t there someone you could be flirting with?”

  She makes a face. “Not unless you and your husband are thinking about opening your marriage.” She looks over her shoulder to where Luke is chatting with his parents. “Actually, you know what? That doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me.”

  “Don’t even think about it,” I laugh. “There are limits to our friendship, and I think that’s got to be where I draw the line.”

  The doorbell rings and I rush over to answer it, the squirming baby still in my arms.

  “Happy birthday, gorgeous!” Brock’s standing on our doorstep, holding a gift and a bottle of wine. “I hope you’re keeping your Daddy on his toes for Uncle Brock.”

  “Just the man I wanted to see,” I say. “My friend Claire is over there in the kitchen, and she’s just begging for some male attention. Could you do the honors?”

  Brock follows my gaze, and his eyes light up as he spots my pretty friend. “I’d be happy to,” he says, winking. “Always my pleasure to help out. You know me.”

  I whisper into his ear as he passes me, “She’s slutty as hell, just so you know. Don’t be shy.”

  I watch as he strikes up a conversation with Claire—the two of them seemingly hitting it off.

  At least that’s Claire out of my hair. What’s next?

  It’s been a whirlwind of a year.

  I cancelled the lease on my old apartment soon after Luke and I finally admitted our feelings for one another, then moved into his huge mansion just out of town. To say that it was an adjustment would be an understatement.