Make Me a Mommy: A Mother's Day Secret Baby Romance

by Liz K. Lorde

  While the steam rises up out of the water, I pour in some oils. Lavender and jasmine. I bought them in case Mom ever wanted to come up here, but then I never fucking invited her. Because, of course I fucking didn’t.

  If I was inviting people up to my isolation cabin, then I wouldn’t be alone.

  Once the tub is filled and ready, I fetch her.

  “This way,” I say. I lead her through my home to the back corner. There are several windows that open up to the slope of the mountain. Hell, if I squint through the blizzard, I can even see Avery’s car crash from here. But for the most part, it’s just the great outdoors in all their winter majesty.

  I hold her hand as she goes to step into the tub. She lifts her leg and writhes in pain. As she grips her thigh, she squints and winces.

  “I’m not sure I can get in here, Jack,” she explains. “I know it’s asking a lot, but…could you pick me up and help me in?”

  I make a small sound in the back of my throat as I try not to stare at her gorgeous, bruised body and wind up staring just the same.

  “Sure,” I rasp. “I can do that.”

  Idiot. Of course she can’t climb into this huge bathtub on her own. Even if she wasn’t bruised to all hell, she’d end up getting stuck with one leg over the edge, rubbing that sweet little cunt of hers against it while she tried to swing the other leg over and…

  I need to stop thinking.

  Just do.

  I’m not sure why I’m so bent out of shape about this. She doesn’t seem like a girl who has any interest in a big, burly, under-groomed man like me.

  I do my best to shake my trepidation and guide Avery’s arms around my shoulders. She links her hands together behind me. I slide my hand under her bare bottom and gently lift her body into my arms.

  “This okay?” I pause.

  I look down to Avery and she nods. She gives me a look of sheer trust and comfort.

  I have to admit, I haven’t felt the need or the want for companionship. I’ve been with women in the past. If I’ve missed it, I’ve shut that shit down too fast to notice.

  On my routine trips to town, there are always couples walking about. I notice them, sure. But have I ever desired what they have?

  Not really.

  It’s more than just wanting, though. It’s reality. I can’t wrap my mind around the idea of another human succumbing to a whole fucking lifetime with my shitty fucking self.

  So why the fuck do I still feel shaken by Avery? Maybe it’s just that she’s the first person I’ve seen that I feel I can truly help. The demons of my past still fucking haunt me, but maybe I can redeem some of my former self by saving her.

  All of this races through my mind as I lower Avery into the tub. She moans ever so slightly at the sensation of the hot water against her soft skin. It’s melodic.

  “Too hot?” I ask.

  Makes me remember some of my old flings. Wouldn’t even sleep in the same bed as me during the summer. Oh, Jack! They’d whine. No way. You’re too hot, you’re burning up! Call me in December and we’ll talk, okay?

  “It’s perfect,” she assures me. “I’m always so cold…I’m impressed you got it hot enough.”

  “You’re thin,” I point out. Like a fucking idiot. “Probably why.”

  “Yeah,” Avery laughs. “Mommy—uh. I mean, my mother. She had me on a pretty strict diet before the wedding. No fat, no carbs, no protein.”

  “Fuck did you eat, then?”

  Avery blushes. “Vitamins and water. And salt.”

  “I’m making you more fucking pancakes,” I say without even thinking about it. Christ. Now I really feel like even more of a jackass. No wonder she wolfed those down so fast.

  “Jack?” She looks to each side as if she isn’t sure what to do next.

  “Need something?” I ask.

  I sound so fucking eager, hopping to attention like I am for this girl, you’d think I was back in the fucking military again.

  “You’re not gonna like it,” she warns me. “You’re doing more than I deserve already.”

  “Want to help,” I respond.

  I can’t even form complete fucking sentences right now, I want to help so bad.

  “Well,” she says with hesitation. “I’m just so sore. I don’t think I can do this alone,” she continues. “Would you possibly be able to stay in here and…wash me?”

  My cock salutes this fucking girl through my pants like she’s the goddamn stars and stripes. Not only have I been unable to keep my eyes off her, now she needs me to touch her body.

  My rough, rugged hands are only used to making shit dirty. Blackening up everything I touch with my bad decisions and my fucking mistakes.

  And sweet little Avery wants me to somehow use them to make her clean.

  “I can do that,” I say, nodding.

  I’m trying my best not to show how nervous I am or how quickly my heart is thrashing beneath my breastbone. Thank God I’m already sweating, or she’d notice that too.

  It could turn bad if she gets the wrong idea about what I’m trying to do. Don’t want her to get the wrong idea.

  Because the wrong idea is exactly what I’m having as I roll up my sleeves.

  She leans forward, and I take the sponge from the stand next to the tub. I dunk it into the warm, soapy water. I squeeze it out and place it gently on her back. I rub it around in a circle on her skin to lather it and get some of the dirt off.

  She takes a deep breath and exhales at the warm water hitting her back. I continue to rub the sponge against her body. I take my time and am careful as possible to not discomfort her.

  She’s relaxed as I make my way over her arms and legs.

  But then come the problem areas. Her…chest. I can’t think of her breasts as breasts right now, though they’re big enough and womanly enough that it’s hard to think of them as anything but. Still, breasts need to be cleaned too. So does her, uh…

  Her lower half.

  She looks up at me expectantly and I take a deep breath.

  Ten years without a woman and fucking now, of all times, it’s like I have no fucking restraint.

  I bring the sponge over her breasts and lather her up. As contact is made with them, they jiggle in the water.

  I swallow, but my throat is dry. I’m really not sure how I’m supposed to do this. It’s been so long since I’ve even looked at a woman. Let alone allowed myself to have any desire to please her. But the way Avery moans as the sponge grazes her tits, I’m questioning her intentions.

  There’s one place left untouched…her pussy. I look at her face as my hand lowers down her stomach. I pause before I can get all the way down.

  “Jack…I’m dirty,” she says shakily. She turns her chin up at me and there’s an entirely different look on her face.

  It may have been a long time, but as I haven’t forgotten what that look means. There’s no mistaking how she feels right now: desire.

  I recognize the look, because I might be going to Hell for it, but I’m feeling it too.

  Avery

  The steam rises up all around me, carrying the scent of jasmine and lavender and wrapping me up in it.

  I’ve been to a lot of spa weekends in my silly little life, and this trumps every freaking—fucking—one of them.

  Jack is being too kind. I’m not used to kind men in my life.

  He’s welcomed me into his home, nurtured me. Even now, he’s bathing me in his tub with his limited supply of hot water. I know it means more to him to provide all of this to me than he’s letting me see.

  The point is, I’m feeling more loved by a stranger than I ever felt with Adam. It’s incredible what a difference there is between someone who’s supposed to take care of you and doesn’t, and someone who just blindly cares for the well-being of others.

  Jack is a beautiful person, despite whatever stupid things he feels about himself. I can tell he’s got his own troubles, but he hasn’t let any of that get in the way. He’s just been caring. Caring a
nd careful.

  Everything that Adam couldn’t even manage to be when he was trying to play pretend.

  I have to wonder if Jack even knows what I’m trying to show him here. I never had any desire for Adam to take me as his. I was dreading the very thought of our consummation.

  I knew it would hurt, and I knew that even if it didn’t at first, Adam would make sure it did by the time he was done.

  But with Jack, I want to know what his touch is truly like. He’s put his hands, not all directly, all over my body, and now I want him to touch me how no one has before. I give him my most sultry I want this look.

  With Jack, I want it to hurt.

  “You sure?” he asks, his hand paused before my pussy.

  “I’m sure,” I respond quickly.

  I feel a weight off of my shoulders as he moves his hand all the way down. His finger travels down and teases my pussy lips. I shimmy my hips in response.

  He watches my face as his finger moves up to my clit, and my eyes widen. He rubs his finger against it, slow and rhythmically. I feel myself sink down into the tub further and moan in approval.

  The sheer anticipation of him entering me is killing me. I can see his cock bulging against the seam of his pants and throbbing for me, but he’s so focused on me I don’t even acknowledge it.

  My heart races at the sexual tension in the air and at his finger on my clit. I’ve never known such a feeling, especially for it to be so incredibly…tingling.

  Before we go any further, Jack wraps his arms around my torso, sliding his hands under my arms. I go with it. I’ve never done anything like this before, not even with Adam…the man I’m supposed to be married to right now.

  Knowing what I do now, I’ll never go back to Adam. Seeing how kind and gentle someone can be has really opened my eyes about what a rude and narcissistic man that asshole is.

  Jack, on the other hand, is so sweet and loving. I can tell by his light touch and his respect for me. Any other man I know would definitely have used this opportunity to try to sleep with me.

  And here Jack has been, trying to do anything but.

  And here I am, seducing him. It’s funny how it works. Show me you respect me and I’ll let you undress me and bathe me apparently.

  It’s kind of sad that Jack is the first man I’ve known who’s been deserving of that.

  Jack lifts me to the edge of the tub. I’m astounded at the way he’s able to carry me with little to no pain to me. He’s got such consideration for my body.

  We stare deep into each other’s eyes. Mine widen and I let out a deep, breathy moan as Jack’s finger slides into me and finds what must be my G-spot.

  I realize why every woman raves about this. My god, this feels so amazing.

  He slides his finger in and out, just pressing firmly against there. With each pump, I find myself more and more turned on. More desiring. More lustful.

  My pleasure only soars higher when Jack pushes another finger into my pussy. I’m feeling sensations I’ve never felt before in my life.

  My nipples have grown incredibly hard. I honestly believe I could cut a diamond with them if I tried. There’s a slight aching that comes with it, but it’s nothing less than enjoyable.

  I can feel my entire body relaxed at Jack’s hand. If he continued endlessly, just like this, I think I could die knowing true bliss.

  I notice there are now goosebumps on my skin, which has got to be from all of the activity from Jack. Mmph.

  His fingers continue to plunge into me. I love the way the muscles on his arm flex as he pushes in. God, it’s so sexy.

  Everything about Jack is incredibly attractive to me. He’s not all prim and proper. In fact, he’s the exact opposite.

  He’s filled out, burly, and under-groomed. But for a man of his ruggedness, he’s surprisingly hygienic. He smells amazing. Even when he’s all sweaty…I know men who would happily pay to wear Jack’s sweat as cologne.

  The way he’s watching my face as he fingers me is enrapturing. I’ve never known someone to care so much about what I want or how I’m feeling and responding to them.

  Not that I ever let it come close, but I can imagine how this would go with Adam. It would be minimal at best, or it wouldn’t happen at all.

  I don’t want to think about Adam right now, though. Right now, he’s the furthest thought from my mind.

  Jack is here. Jack’s fingers are inside me. Jack is giving me so much pleasure that I don’t know what to do with myself.

  In fact, I’m feeling every thrust of his fingers even more than the last. Every time he goes inside of me, I feel a jolt through my body.

  When his fingers hit my G-spot, my vision starts going slightly fuzzy. All of this rush is so much…I just lay back and tilt my head up and moan at him.

  He sees me leaning back…and thrusts his fingers in and out faster. Oh my god. I—I don’t—what is this?

  I cry out a loud, long moan. My toes curl up and my hands tense, locking my fingers around the edge of the tub. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I see a white light spread out behind my eyelids as a giant wave of overwhelming pleasure crashes over me.

  In mere seconds I’m warm from head to toe and my entire body is gyrating against Jack’s fingers. I feel a fullness at my pussy and start gushing all over his hand.

  After that, my fuzzy, warm feeling starts to dissipate and I open my eyes. I see Jack. He’s smiling at me.

  “Jack?” I ask. I’m concerned about what just happened. It almost feels like I maybe peed on him.

  Oh god. The most perfect man I’ve ever met, and I just peed on his hand.

  I’m going to die for real now. Of like, embarrassment.

  “Shh. You’re alright,” he replies. “You came so good for me, Avery.” He stares down at me with a very smitten gaze.

  OH. I…I orgasmed. That’s so enlightening. It’s funny how sometimes you really have no idea what something is until you’ve experienced it.

  Okay. I’m going to need that to happen again…just to be sure. I see that he’s quiet, awaiting my follow-up to his comment.

  “It felt better than good,” I blurt. “I’ve…I’ve never felt that before.”

  “No?” Jack raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me. Why the fuck would I lie about that, though? “Well…we’d best make sure you feel it again, then.”

  He’s looking at me more hungrily. He wants more of me too. I can see it in his gaze.

  Jack’s skills are remarkable. It’s enough to make anyone go crazy. And with as long as he’s saying he went without? I can’t imagine what he must be like when he’s well practiced.

  Well, there’s only one way for me to find out. I don’t know if this means I’m turning into a slut or a sex addict or whatever, but I really want to come for him again.

  Jack

  As I’m beside Avery, my nerves return. I hope she’s not regretting what just happened. I hope that I didn’t take it too far.

  As I open my mouth to speak, I see Avery bring her hands over to me. She grips her fingers into my shirt and pulls me to her.

  I’m caught off guard, so much so that I fall right into the tub of water, clothes on and all. I wipe my face and see Avery above me, an apologetic look in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry!” she explains. “I got so caught up in the moment that I wasn’t thinking about the water.”

  “Not a problem,” I say. “What exactly is it that you wanted to achieve here?” I hate to ask…especially with such boldness on her behalf.

  “I’m, um, just hoping for something more from you,” she expands. She spreads her legs apart and caresses her thighs outward to her knees.

  “I see,” I say, smiling at her.

  I bite my lip and wink up at her. I take my arms and wrap them around her legs, my hands resting at the crease of her hip and thigh.

  My movements are slow and calculated. Everything for Avery must be perfect. I can’t fuck anything up, and I’d hate myself if I hurt her after her injuries f
rom her car accident.

  Her skin is so soft. I’m eye level with her torso right now, admiring her gorgeous exterior. I can hardly believe that she’s got a personality to match it.

  She sighs deep in anticipation. I bring my focus to what’s in front of me. I lower my face slowly to her pussy. She’s already so wet.

  I just don’t know how much sexier she can get. She’s so beautiful and so horny and all mine. I need to make sure she’s as satisfied as possible.

  I let out a breath of hot air against her pussy, teasing her. Her legs twitch just slightly in response. She can’t see it, but I’m smiling.

  I take my tongue and flick it once against her swollen clit. She winces in delight. I love when a girl isn’t afraid to show what she likes.

  I let my tongue travel down her pussy lips, picking up that sweet taste of her pussy. I salivate instantly.

  I flick my tongue against the hole of her pussy and wiggle it around some, exploring what she’s into. I want to know what she enjoys most and hone in on that.

  I stick my tongue out and slide it into her pussy. I pull and push in and out and feel her legs tighten against my arms. She lets out small whimpers and pushes her hips forward.

  I pull away for a moment and bring myself up to her face. I look deep into her eyes before I lean in and kiss her for the first time. Her lips are soft and supple.

  My tongue slips into her mouth, finding hers and flicking against it. Our mouths are one just for a moment as our tongues dance together, the taste of her pussy now on both of our lips.

  I slide my tongue back into my mouth and bite my lip at her. She stares deeply at me, hunger in her eyes.

  I travel back down to her clit and keep flicking my tongue against it. She brings her hands to my long, tangled hair and finds a place to slip her fingers through and grips it.

  She moans and breathes in deep as I pull my lips over her clit and suck on it as my tongue laps at it. Her leg muscles tighten and squish my face between her thighs.

  “Oh, Jack. That feels amazing!” she shouts. Good. I want her to be blown away. She deserves nothing less.

  I lap at her clit suctioned in my mouth more and start rubbing the tops of her thighs gently with my hands. She moans loud in delight. I think I’ve found her weakness.