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

by Liz K. Lorde

  And at this point? At this point, I don’t fucking care.

  That’s the beauty of being this high up in the mountains, after all.

  She can scream all she wants.

  There’s no one here to fucking hear it.

  No one but me.

  Avery

  It’s like flipping a switch. Basking in the darkness of midnight then turning on a light.

  That’s where I was before this. Before Jack.

  Before sex.

  My virginity left me in the dark, and my innocence didn’t even give me a flashlight. I’ve seen flashes of pornography before, sure. My friends were always bolder than me—less afraid of getting caught.

  But a few seconds of two anonymous, detached porn stars rubbing up against each other?

  It’s nothing compared to this.

  Jack is a wild man. Mad with something that I don’t have a name for.

  The look in his eyes is insane. Unhinged. He forces his cock into me a fraction of an inch at a time, but even then—there’s only so much my pussy can take.

  Jack is huge. Not just his cock—well, that too—but really, all of him is mountainous. His biceps ripple with raw power. His pectorals twitch as he tries to fight the primal urges that still live in his muscle memory, no matter how hard he tries to hold back and repress.

  He has so much power behind his every thrust that I can tell it’s all he can do to stop from splitting me in two right now. Just like those logs he’s been chopping outside every time I remind him that I’m a woman and he’s a man and the two of us together like this must be the most natural thing in the entire world.

  Then his cock twitches.

  Something inside me snaps as it does.

  It feels like a supernova between my legs. Like the haloed explosion of a dying star. I cry out in—not pain, but not exactly pleasure, either.

  It’s a sensation. Pure and visceral and intense, beyond anything else I’ve ever felt.

  I’m not a virgin anymore.

  The pleasure comes after. It spirals up my spine, through my arms and legs and all the way to the cold little tips of my fingers and toes. It feels like hot little needles made of golden warmth.

  I’m suddenly not so cold anymore either.

  Inside me, Jack’s cock pulsates. I can feel the thick, engorged tip forcing my delicate inner walls apart and filling the space with his thickness, his length.

  Then Jack’s thickness fills me in a way that I never thought possible. In a way I never could have imagined before, even if I tried.

  His tip slides against what I guess must be my G-spot. I read somewhere that the G-spot is a myth, but when he moves against it, my whole body is wracked with pleasure.

  When he moves against it again as he pulls out, I lose control.

  It’s not just an orgasm. It’s an epiphany. It’s every cliché I’ve ever read or heard of about sex finally clicking in my mind—coming together and making sense.

  And it’s an unraveling. I’ve been a Very Good Girl for so long now that I never imagined I might have a darkness within me. A Very Bad Girl waiting to be unleashed. But my inner dark side doesn’t smoke cigarettes beneath the bleachers at the football field or dip in to Mommy’s expensive wine collection while the parents are in Bali…

  My dark side is all nails and animalistic snarling, moaning and screaming and teeth.

  I dig my French tips into Jack’s shoulder blades, raking them down his hot, hard skin. I can feel his muscles rippling beneath my nails in pain or pleasure or some mix of the two. He growls like an animal, fucking me even harder. It only makes me dig my nails in more.

  When I first saw Jack, I thought he was more wild animal than man.

  Now with his cock inside me, I’m just as wild as him.

  We fuck like we’re feral. Like nature and instinct have taken over our bodies and twisted our minds.

  When I used to think about losing my virginity, I imagined that it would be soft, sweet, loving, and kind.

  This isn’t kind. This is horny, lust-driven madness.

  My body responds to it like it was made for this.

  It’s not just my virginity that I’m losing beneath Jack’s gorgeous, muscular body. With every orgasm I have around Jack’s thick, hard cock, I feel like I’m losing myself too. Little by little. Piece by piece.

  My brain is being flooded with endorphins and hormones that make me dizzy. Make everything around me feel surreal.

  What sensation I can feel, I have to hold onto so I can ground myself on it—or else, I’ll fear I’ll lose myself entirely. Float away on a cloud made of orgasmic dreams.

  But focusing on the sensations that Jack is giving me only makes me orgasm harder. Faster. More.

  The moments that he tries to slow himself, tries to shut out the beast inside him that’s ravaging my body, are the only moments that keep me sane.

  But slowly, I feel even those gradually fading away into something darker. Even more primitive. Something violent and terrifying and delicious and full of aching intensity.

  Jack warned me that he would hurt me.

  He warned me, and I didn’t listen.

  It’s not that I’m afraid of him. I’ve looked death dead in the eye as my own fiancé curled his hateful fingers around the bodice of my wedding dress. I saw it again when my car hit that black ice. I’ve been flung down an entire fucking mountain and lived to tell the tale.

  I’m not afraid of Jack. Nothing he could possibly do to me would be worse than what’s already been done.

  What I’m afraid of is what I’ll become if he fucks me any harder. Makes me orgasm even just once more.

  But my body doesn’t care about fear. Fuck, my body might actually enjoy it. Even as my pleasure-drowned mind races, trying to find some kind of traction or guidance, I can feel another orgasm building between my legs.

  And this one? It’s going to be the biggest one yet.

  I have to think.

  But I can’t fucking think.

  I might not be innocent or naive anymore, but Jack’s cock has made me fucking dumb.

  I can’t come again.

  If I come again, I don’t know who I’ll become when the orgasm is over.

  So I do the only thing I can think of.

  I kiss him.

  Our lips clash together like the soldiers of two warring armies out for blood. Jack’s warrior lips are curled into a snarl while he fucks my cunt hot and wet and raw. His kiss is just as powerful as everything else about him.

  If there’s any such thing as winning a kiss, Jack is certainly trying.

  But I’m strong too. Not in the way that Jack is—no, in my own little way. My kiss isn’t brutal. It’s not violent. I don’t even kiss him all that hard.

  It’s love, I think.

  As the orgasm hits me, dissolving the final lingering pieces of my old self beneath its fire and flame, I kiss Jack with all the love in my heart.

  And against my lips, I feel Jack change.

  A deep, dark sigh escapes his nose. His breath is hot. I inhale it, breathing in his scent. It’s so good, my eyes roll back and my eyelashes flutter.

  Inside me, his cock throbs. But now his thrusts have a different power behind them. The slow, intense force of something even better than sex. Better than fucking.

  Making love.

  Jack is making love to me.

  Together, we’re making love.

  Our bodies move in the way the universe does. A cosmic ballet directed by forces stronger than either of us on our own. United like this, with my freshly warmed, pale thighs wrapped around Jack’s waist and his lips on my arching body, pouring hot kisses down my neck and collar bones and breasts—it makes me feel like together, we’re complete. We’re invincible.

  Together we could take on the world as one and nothing would stand in our path.

  When Jack comes inside me, he erupts. It’s like ten years of passion and desire pouring into my virgin womb all at once.

  He pumps m
e full of his creamy white-hot heat, giving me every ounce his balls have been saving up—for me. All for me. Only for me.

  A condom. I should have made him wear a condom. But there aren’t any in this cabin—this cabin where a woman hasn’t set foot in since it was built. And I was so cold…and I wanted him so bad…

  A baby, a greedy little voice inside my head whispers. Jack might have put a baby inside you just now.

  The greedy little voice makes my pussy glow with pleasure, and then I’m coming. And Jack is coming. We’re coming. Both of us. Together. All at once.

  In the aftermath, we’re both panting, dripping with sweat and too lost in pleasure to even form words. But when our eyes meet, I know that nothing between us will ever be the same again.

  And when Jack’s lips meet mine, I know I wouldn’t change it for all the warmth in the world.

  Jack

  Little beads of sweat roll down the middle of my back. If I were alone in bed, I’d take the covers off.

  But I’m not and I don’t want to expose her delicate body to the cool of the cabin. The fire is dying down and I don’t want to get out of bed to re-stoke it. At least my body heat will keep her warm.

  Equally, I don’t want to get out of bed and take a cold shower to cool myself down. It would break the spell Avery has cast over me. Those eyes of hers, I swear if they were green I’d believe she’s a witch.

  But then again, maybe there are witches with blue eyes?

  Part of cannot help but wonder if she’s really real. The entire experience feels so fucking surreal.

  Maybe this is an altogether different kind of night terror I’m having. It’s filled with pleasure and love and happiness only to go up in smoke just before I wake up to being all alone. Just a different kind of torture.

  I blink a couple of times, but Avery does not disappear.

  It definitely wasn’t a dream or nightmare, she’s real. And she’s really here in bed with me.

  As I lie here, one arm wrapped around her curves, I think I’ll never take a shower ever again.

  Each and every one of my pores is covered in her, and yet I still want more of her. She’s well and truly got into and under my skin. And I don’t think I’ll ever let her go.

  “Love…awesome…best ever…”

  Her lips are moving, but the words are barely audible, she’s speaking so softly. Those ocean eyes of hers are closed.

  Mine on the other hand are drinking in every part of her I can see. I’m getting intoxicated by staring at this woman and I can’t get fucking enough of her.

  I use my free hand to run it through my own hair. A sigh escapes my lips. It’s not a sad, depressed, I-wish-my-life-were-over kind of sigh. On the contrary, it’s at the very opposite end of the scale. It’s the kind of I’m glad to be fucking alive sigh.

  Her Rapunzel-like hair tickles my chest and I twirl some of it around my fingers. The long strands, soft and shiny like silk.

  I find myself thinking about life. The things that brought me here. And the things that brought this woman to me.

  Life.

  Strange, beautiful, sad and intense, that’s what life is.

  A cocktail of fucking emotions and experiences. Life’s a rollercoaster, there’s no other way to describe it. I’ve read something about it once. Something about, ‘You need to check your pulse if you’re not stressed, elated, frustrated, happy or angry, because you’re probably dead.’

  I know all about the myriad of emotions life throws at people. I’ve had my fucking share of highs and lows. The lows have been extremely fucking low. And now this.

  One minute I’m fighting for my fucking life, the next I meet the most exquisite angel in the form of a woman. If I were spiritual anymore, I’d believe she’s been sent from heaven. Who knows, this experience might turn me from fucking cold-hearted skeptic to a believer.

  But what would be waiting around the corner? A rich father who comes looking for his daughter? Avery’s own desire to return to the life she’s used to? I’ve been alive long enough to know there’s always a catch. Besides, I need to face fucking reality, she’s not a mountain woman kind of girl, my Avery.

  I shake my head at myself.

  More reality for you, Jack, she’s not yours. Just because she fucked you doesn’t mean you fucking own her.

  And even I don’t like to think the thought through to its conclusion. It hurts already to think about her not being here in the fucking future.

  “Jack…my Jack…hero…love you…” Avery continues to mumble, and I can’t work out if she’s speaking in her dreams or if she’s half-awake.

  Wait.

  Love.

  Four letters.

  Those fucking four letters can do so much fucking damage. Even hearing her suggest she loves me in her no doubt dreamlike state, is tearing at my fucking heartstrings.

  Like a fucking puppy dog, I hang on every fucking word she’s muttering at me. If I’m not fucking careful, I’ll start drooling shortly.

  And of course, it hits me like a speeding train. I guess I’m getting rusty in here because I wasn’t able to dodge it. I, Jack Lawson, mountain man, former oh-so-special leader of a top-secret anti-terror fighting unit, am not immune to the hopes and dreams attached to those four letters.

  I sigh again.

  Life really is a fucking roller coaster. So. Is mine about to tumble down a steep cliff with no breaks, swerving all over the track before crashing at the very bottom? Or will it be kind to me and take me on a fucking joy ride?

  “I mean it,” Avery whispers and interrupts my thoughts.

  Fucking navel gazing isn’t good for anyone, especially me.

  My eyes find hers and I can see right into her soul. Her delicious red lips are curled upward a tiny bit. She’s trying to assure me.

  Her innocence is palpable. How could anyone want to hurt this precious fucking thing? All I can think of is wanting to protect and look after her. She’s too fucking precious to let back out into the real world, among those who sent her crashing down the mountainous road at breakneck speed.

  I kiss the tip of her nose.

  “Shhh,” I say and nuzzle my face into her neck. “You should get some rest.”

  Her hands reach up toward my face. I feel her fingers follow my cheekbones and drop to my chin. There she traces along my bottom lip. It’s as if she’s trying to put a spell on me. I keep perfectly still, resisting the urge to kiss the tips of her fingers.

  I’m like fucking putty in her hands. For a fragile tiny being, she’s got a lot of power. I bet she’s totally unaware of how powerful she really is.

  Mental note to self, don’t let her know.

  “No one…” she starts and her eyelids flutter. She’s struggling, fighting against the wave of tiredness about to transport her into the land of dream. I want to cover her face with kisses—to kiss those eyes, cheeks and nose—but at the same time I don’t want to disturb her, so I don’t. “…has ever treated me like you…you’re the best…gentle giant.”

  Her words hit their mark. My insides are melting. In appreciation, I just want to hold her tighter.

  Her body goes heavy and her breathing steadies to a regular rhythm. I’m pretty sure she’s fallen asleep. I can see her lips move a little but if she’s saying anything, I can’t hear her actual words.

  My mind starts to wander.

  Who would have thought I’d find this diamond on the side of the road? Well actually, who’d have thought I’d get to rescue this diamond from a near fatal car crash and then take her back to my fucking cabin? And then the snow storm set in, which meant she had to stay here, of all places.

  I stroke her soft long hair with my free hand. She nuzzles into me.

  It’s a wonder how her body seems to fit perfectly into mine. It’s like she’s the missing puzzle piece to complete me.

  Fuck Jack, what the fuck are you doing?

  I shake my head. The movement triggers her head to roll to the right. She moans.

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p; Well that was fucking stupid. I knew I was nothing more than a big fucking elephant. Soon Avery will realize what a fucking oaf I was, and she’d run a mile.

  Then she’s be lost forever.

  No one but yourself to blame, Jack.

  My own eyes are getting heavy. I fight sleep because I don’t wanna have another fucking nightmare. I never learned how to properly deal with these. Can’t flush it out of my system, and can’t do anything about it either, aside from enduring it. Nobody can help me out of this.

  The shrink I saw after I got rescued out of the last fucking gone-oh-so-horribly-fucking-wrong-operation, suggested weekly therapy sessions. At five hundred a pop, he could go to fucking hell. Oh sure, the government was going to pay, but I’d rather they give those poor fucking families left behind of the men I lost as much fucking money as possible.

  Of course, money wasn’t going to replace those lives, but it would make it easier for the families who lost their sole breadwinner.

  I don’t need much, and I certainly don’t need to lie on a leather lounge pouring my fucking heart out. My cabin in the wilderness is enough to keep me going.

  None of the shitty things people think they need ever had any appeal for me anyway, even before I turned into a fucking recluse.

  I mean, what the fuck do you need all those electronic gadgets for anyway? Take a look at the world and take your face out of the screen, I say.

  The world is such an amazing fucking place. People should spend more time living in it than reading about it online.

  Avery pushes her back into me a little further, and I’m brought back in the moment.

  Where her naked skin touches mine, fire ignites within me. I lean over her to kiss her gently on the neck.

  Even in the dim light, I can see her bruises.

  She’s been through a lot. She’s damaged the way I’m damaged.

  I can feel my own eyes flutter. At some point in time I know they shut all together and I drift off to sleep.

  Avery

  I’m in that delicious place just before I wake up. I call it the in-between world.

  Not quite in dreamland anymore, but reality is still shrouded in a kind of cloud.

  I make the most of it and let my body melt into Jack’s.

  Slowly, images of the previous night enter my mind. And, of course, it occurs to me, I’m no longer a virgin.