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

by Liz K. Lorde

  I shrug again and sip the amber liquid. Mason narrows his eyes and studies me.

  “Everything okay with your parents? With Dana?”

  I nod and swirl the whiskey in the tumbler. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Dana is staying with me now.”

  Mason raises his eyebrows. “That’s a little fact you forgot to mention. Why is she staying with you?”

  “Financial difficulties,” I say. “I offered her a place to stay for a while.”

  Mason nods slowly. A grin spreads over his face. “So, your hot stepsister moves into your house just after I find out how badly you want to jump her bones? Interesting.”

  He takes another sip of his drink, eyeing me over the rim of his glass. He swallows and purses his lips. “You tap that, yet?”

  I roll my eyes and groan. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist asking. It’s why I didn’t say anything. God, you’re a dirty fuck.”

  Mason chuckles and holds up one hand, his palm turned to me in defense. I watch him raise his glass to his lips again, lowering his hand.

  “And yes, I have,” I add.

  Mason chokes on his drink. It dribbles over his chin as he coughs and sputters.

  “Tell me I just heard that,” he says when he recovers. He wipes his chin with a napkin.

  I shrug, but I can’t help grinning. I was pleased with myself after the first time. I’m not trying to brag to my friends, but the truth is, I feel like a god.

  “Holy shit,” Mason says. “I can’t believe you did it.”

  “You were the one that encouraged it,” I say.

  Mason nods. “I know. I didn’t think you were going to do it, though. You’re too nice.”

  I pull a face. “It doesn’t sound like a compliment when you say it that way. I mean, look at what happened with Liz.”

  I shake my head. I don’t want to think about Liz. I hate that Mason brought her up. The only reason she managed to rip out my heart was because I was too soft when she was a manipulative bitch. I was too nice.

  “Thanks for bringing her up,” I say sarcastically.

  “Sorry,” Mason says. “Poor form.”

  Very poor, I think. He’s spoiled my mood.

  “Tell me about it,” Mason says. “The sex.”

  He’s wise enough not the mention what Dana is to me. There are ears everywhere, even when the paparazzi aren’t allowed inside. I never know who will run and spill to the tabloids.

  I sigh. “God, I don’t even know where to start. She’s a total minx, it turns out. She’s not half as innocent as she comes across. But not in a bad way.”

  Just thinking about her and our sexcapades the past nights makes me hard again. I shift in my seat. She’s my weakness, turning me on with a mere thought. Not even Liz did this to me, and we were together three years.

  In my mind’s eye, I see Dana naked again, her breasts in my face. Or her lips around my cock, her eyes looking up at me like something out of a porno.

  “So, you’re going to do it again, I gather?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” I say.

  Mason grins and holds up his glass in a salute. “To the men who dare to go where no other will.”

  I shake my head but clink my glass against his.

  “So, what does that mean now?” Mason asks after we both drink to the salute. “Are you going to be official or what? I assume she feels about you the way you feel about her?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t think she’s that serious, to be honest. And I don’t know what I feel for her, either.” That’s a lie. I have an idea what I feel for her, but I’m not going to tell Mason that. “Besides, the press will eat this shit up, you know? Especially with how things are going with the business. I don’t think I can afford a scandal right now, and you know that’s what it’s going to be.”

  Mason nods. He finishes his whiskey and signals for another.

  “I guess that makes sense. How does she feel about this arrangement?”

  “She’s the one that suggested it,” I say.

  At the time, I was relieved she still wanted to sleep with me. The more I think about it, the more I wonder about her reason for asking that we keep it private and purely physical. She’s holding up her end. There’s no cuddling and being close and holding hands when we’re not fucking.

  Mason receives his drink.

  “She sounds like the perfect woman,” Mason says. “They all want to get attached, and she’s just in it for the sex.”

  I chuckle and finish my own drink. I signal for another, the same way Mason had, and my glass disappears, replaced by a refill. They know who I am here, and they serve me faster than I can ask for it. The perks of being famous, I guess.

  I know what Mason is getting at. Usually it’s the women who get attached, and it’s the men who just want a booty call, a one-night stand, someone on retainer to chase away the blue ball blues. This is different, though. I want to be with Dana and in more ways than just sex. I want to be able to spoil her a little, take her out, and maybe buy her flowers. I want to be romantic. I want to care.

  And I don’t know if I can.

  “So, you’re not going public with this at all,” Mason confirms.

  I shake my head. “I can’t. They’ll judge me, and they’ll never leave her alone. After everything that she’s been through lately, she doesn’t need that, too.”

  I sigh. The alcohol has me on that level where I become pensive. I don’t like thinking about it all so much. I don’t like that Dana sees us as fuck buddies, but I understand where she’s coming from. What bothers me the most is that I have to agree with her because I can’t see any other way of handling it.

  I don’t want the public to know. There is enough scrutiny on me as it is. And I can’t let my dad find out. Susan might be calm about it all. She’s always been the make-love-not-war type, but Chris is my dad, and he’s a bit more uptight about everything. I can’t bear to disappoint him, and I know how he’s going to feel about this.

  It doesn’t matter that I liked her before he met Susan. It doesn’t matter that my dreams were ripped away because he decided to get married to the one woman that ruined my love life. At least, when I was in seventh grade.

  I just can’t tell him. He still won’t understand.

  “You know,” Mason says. “I know this is difficult and everything, and you will always get assholes opposing you. But you’re old enough to do what you want, and you have more than enough money. You can do whatever you want. Fuck their judgment.”

  I nod. “I know,” I say. “It’s just not that simple. It will affect Dana, too, and it’s not a decision I’m going to make on my own. I’ve gotten used to cameras in my face, but it was all because I’ve done something good. If they start to hound us both, because of something we’re doing that they find wrong, it will just be that much worse.”

  Mason shakes his head. “You know I’ve got your back, right?” he asks.

  I nod. Mason is a loyal friend, supportive and able to keep a secret. I realized how important that was after Liz, a woman I had dated before my fame and glory came along. She’d run to the press and told them things about me.

  I was lucky back then. She didn’t expose anything I didn’t want the world to know about. Not really. But with fame and money in my corner, I learned fast enough who my real friends are and what loyalty really means.

  My phone rings in my pocket. When I pull it out, Dana’s name flashes on the screen.

  “Hey,” I say, holding the phone to my ear.

  “Hey, I won’t bother you for long,” she says.

  I shake my head. “You’re not bothering me. I like hearing from you.”

  “Mom and Chris invited us to dinner tomorrow night.”

  I’m silent a moment.

  “It’s going to be weird, you know that, right?” she adds.

  “Yeah,” I say, nodding.

  Susan knows, and even though I don’t think she’ll rat us out to Chris, I don’t know how to be around her or around Da
na when she’s watching now.

  “Well, I just wanted to let you know. I’ll see you back at the apartment later?”

  I don’t know if she’s asking because she just wants to know, or if she’s trying to find out if I’m going home with someone else tonight. I need to tell her that if we’re sleeping together, no matter how attached or unattached we might be, I’m exclusive. I don’t want her thinking that I fuck around with other girls behind her back.

  “Of course,” I add. “I’ll see you later.”

  We end the call, and I glance at Mason.

  “Was that baby love?” he asks.

  I shove him, and he laughs.

  “We have to go have dinner with the folks tomorrow,” I say. “I’m not looking forward to it.”

  “Why not?” Mason asks.

  “Because her mom knows,” I say.

  Mason raises his eyebrows. “Oh, snap.”

  Keagan

  I drift in and out of a restless sleep. Sometimes, only a minute has passed when I look at the clock again, and sometimes, it’s more than an hour later when I open my eyes again.

  I was hoping I could talk to Dana about going public soon. I know that it might damage my career, but I’m confident enough in my social media program to know that despite my personal scandals, the venture won’t fail. People are too reliant on new technology and software.

  And I want to be with Dana. I hate hiding everything we’re doing. I’ve cared for her for a long time, and I want to be able to call her mine.

  If she doesn’t want it, there is nothing I can do. I didn’t know she was so against it. Her actions, her sex and the way she is with me, told me a different story.

  I know she said those things to Susan to get the woman off our backs. Susan can be a handful, at the best of times. Dana’s words stung, though, and I don’t know what to make of them. I don’t know how much what she said is true. Dana is open and honest with her mom about everything. Why would she lie about something like this, then?

  It doesn’t make sense to me.

  It bothers me that Dana wants to keep it casual and private. It’s not what I want. I want to be serious. I want to get into a relationship with her, date her, spoil her, and go the full mile. I want it all. When I date, I’m the kind of man that will dote on his woman. I can’t do it if we’re restricted to the apartment. We barely spend time here as it is.

  I turn onto my side, trying to get comfortable. Tonight, the sheets scratch against my skin. I’m irritated and horny. After everything, including the emotional upset, my body still has needs. And it wants Dana. I want Dana.

  My cock grows hard when I think about her, and I move around in bed, turning and turning again to get comfortable. I lift my head and look at the clock again. It’s three in the morning. I don’t know how much sleep I got in. Most of it was so light, I don’t think it counts. Still, I’m not tired. I’m wide awake and I have only one thing on my mind.

  In my mind’s eye, I flash on the image that is now my favorite. Dana crouching in front of me, my cock in her mouth and those big blue eyes staring up at me. I palm my dick and move my hand up and down. It’s the motion I have done for years to the thoughts of Dana doing something like that to me.

  It’s just not the same. I can’t jack off to my fantasies about her, now that I’ve had the real deal. I can’t do it with her just down the hallway, sleeping in the next room.

  I roll over again, frustrated. My cock throbs, and my balls hurt like I’m sexually frustrated. You wouldn’t think I’d had the best orgasm of my life just two nights ago.

  I close my eyes and conjure up more images of Dana’s body. Her curves, her breasts, her nipples. Her pussy. I lick my lips, and I realize how hungry I am. Hungry for her body.

  I get out of bed. I’m only wearing boxer shorts. My cock strains against them, pushing the elastic away from my body so I can see right into my shorts.

  I creep down the hallway, silent as the dead. Moonlight falls into a window with open blinds and lights my way. I put my hand on Dana’s doorknob and swallow before I carefully turn it. The door opens without a sound. I let myself in and close the door again.

  She hasn’t drawn her curtain, and the moonlight lights up her room more than enough for me to see by.

  Dana is curled on her side, her covers tucked around her waist. She’s small in the middle of the double bed. I get into bed next to her. The mattress dips under my weight. I lie behind her.

  I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I don’t usually do things like this, but Dana’s forward attitude the other night makes me confident that I can get away with this.

  I reach for her and turn her gently. She shifts in her sleep, laying on her back. She stretches her leg down, the other still pulled up. Her breasts are flatter on her chest without a bra and with her on her back. I put my hand on her breast and massage it, rubbing my thumb in circles over her nipple through the material of her t-shirt. She sighs in her sleep. Her nipple responds to my touch and hardens beneath my fingers.

  I slide my hand down her body, over her ribs, her flat stomach and then her hips. When I reach the hem of her shirt I tug it up. She’s wearing French cut panties, and they look fantastic on her. I tug them down a little and push my hand between her legs.

  She moans when I open her lips and push my finger into her slit. She’s not as wet as she usually is. I pull up her shirt even further with my other hand, balancing uncomfortably on my elbow, and take a nipple into my mouth. I suck her nipple and stroke her clit, drawing slow circles. She gets wet as I go along, and she starts moaning. Her breathing speeds up, even though she’s still asleep.

  When she’s wet enough, I push my finger into her and pump it in and out, as much as her panties will allow. My cock aches with desire, but I won’t fuck her while she’s sleeping. Finger fucking is plenty.

  She moans a little louder and opens her eyes. She looks at me, her face confused for a moment. Her eyes close for a second again as she relishes the feel of my hand between her legs, and a smile spreads across her face.

  When she opens her eyes again, she looks at me and shakes her head.

  “You’re being naughty,” she whispers.

  We’re alone in the apartment, but something about the quality of the night makes us both stay quiet. I keep fingering her. She moves her panties down, pulling them off. She pulls her shirt up and over her head, and then she’s naked, bathing in a pool of moonlight, no sign of self-consciousness at all.

  She rolls against me, and my erection presses against her stomach. She frowns and looks down.

  “Looks like someone wants attention,” she says.

  She takes my hand and removes it from between her legs. She kisses me before she pushes me to lie on my back and moves down my body. God, I know where this is going, and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been in her mouth before, and the anticipation alone gets me hot and bothered.

  She peels my boxers away, and my cock springs free. Her hand wraps around the shaft, and a moment later, her lips close around my cock. I close my eyes and give myself over to the feeling. She bobs her head up and down on my cock, taking me into her mouth the way she did at first in the bathtub. She closes the rest of the distance with her hand. I don’t think she’s at the right angle to deep throat me, but I’m not complaining.

  She’s fantastic at sucking me off.

  I’m getting closer and closer. My worked-up state already gave me a head start. When I look at her, glancing down my body, I nearly come immediately. She’s sitting on my legs, her hair brushing against my thighs every time she moves down, and I can see my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, glistening with her spit.

  “I don’t want to come yet,” I say, reaching down and stroking her hair.

  She slows down her pace and sucks me slowly a few times before she lets me go. I exit her mouth with a pop.

  “What do you want?” she asks me, the way I asked her before. Her voice is almost a whisper and seductive as hell in the darkness.


  “I want to fuck you,” I say. “But first, I want to taste you, too. Fair is fair. A good blow job deserves a return.”

  She smiles, but she shakes her head.

  “I don’t mind,” she says.

  I sit up and take her by the arms, pulling her toward me.

  “I do,” I say and I turn her, laying her down on her back.

  She doesn’t fight me. I push her legs open and dive between them, finding her pussy. I lap at it with my tongue, and she shivers. I lick at her like a lollipop, flattening my tongue and drawing it over her lips, from her entrance to her clit. She gasps.

  I don’t want her to come, either. Not yet. I want her to experience pleasure, anticipation, and desperation. The same emotions I’m feeling.

  I start licking her clit, flicking my tongue over it. Every now and then, I slide my tongue to her entrance and tongue fuck her a little. I can’t go very deep, but I know the sensation is different because it’s my tongue. Her moans and whimpers let me know I’m right.

  I close my lips over her clit and suck. She squirms beneath me. I press my hand down on her hips so she will lie still. I push a finger into her, sliding in and out slowly. I don’t want her to orgasm. I want her just on the edge.

  Her moans get louder, her body shudders, and I know she’s getting close. I stop sucking on her and flick my tongue over her clit again. She jerks. Her scent is in my nose, covering my face, on my fingers, and it’s driving me crazy. I want her so badly. My cock throbs, and my resolve to make her wait for it is disappearing. I want to give in myself.

  When I can’t bear it anymore, I stop. She moans in protest. I love it when she does. It makes me feel like I’m still in control. Even though I’m barely holding onto it.

  “Bend over,” I command.

  Dana sighs, and it sounds like one of pleasure. She rolls onto her stomach and pushes up on all fours. Her ass points at me, and she’s ready for me. She waits patiently as I admire her ass and her glistening pussy. I run my hands over her back and her ass, worshiping her body. She’s beautiful.