His Secret Baby (A Bad Boy Romance)

by Waltz, Vanessa

  He’s asleep.

  She touches my arm again, and even though it’s through my suit it blazes across my skin. I grab her arms and force her out of the baby’s room. Christine fights me, trying to twist out of my grip. I remember how we used to be two years ago, the fire I felt for this girl. I rip the cheap hoodie from her shoulders, which falls on the floor in a thick heap. All she’s got on is a thin V-necked t-shirt that makes my cock jump, just because of the curves barely hiding down that shirt.

  I fucking want her, and I don’t know how much longer I can take of this.

  “I’ve been looking for you for two years.”

  She places her palm on my chest, pushing me slightly as those beautiful eyes beseech me. “I didn’t ask you to.”

  “You’re my wife.”

  “I didn’t want to marry you!”

  I run my fingers through her impossibly blonde hair, and remember the girl with a head of hair just like this in the playground. I was never free, but she was. Christine. The girl who, even as a boy, made my heart nearly burst with affection because of her hobby of catching grasshoppers in the park. I was jealous of her. Those visits to the park were the only times of my life that I can still look back upon and feel joy. Then I was ripped away, and I didn’t see her for another fifteen years.

  “When I married you, I told you that we were meant to be together. You don’t understand how real that is. You don’t remember.”

  She looks at me hopelessly, not knowing what the fuck I’m talking about or who the fuck I am. There’s not a shred of the girl I knew as a kid.

  “I understand why you kept him away from me. I don’t like it, but I understand.”

  Christine’s back hits the wall as I wrap my hands around her waist, inhaling the scent of her body through her rain-soaked shirt. It’s driving me wild with lust. My cock strains against my pants, almost painful. Her full lips part, her chest rising and falling rapidly as my hands touch her soft skin. I can’t take it anymore.

  I bend my neck until I can feel her short, trembling breaths, and then I touch my lips to hers. The moment I taste her lips—strawberries—it’s as if I’m transported to two years ago. She tastes the same. I’m crazy about her. I dig my fingers into her hair as I crush my lips against hers. Her palm pushing against my chest becomes a caress, and her back leaves the wall as she leans into me, kissing me back. She breaks away from my lips, breathing hard, her mascaraed eyes heavy.

  “Thane, I’m not staying here.”

  “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go now that I finally have you back. Your place is here, with me.”

  “You don’t get to decide where my place is!”

  “Of course I do.” I smile at her fury, some of which must be directed toward herself. “And right now I’ve decided your place is in my bed.”

  Her eyes harden with desire as I throw the jacket from my arms. I take her hips as she reaches up without hesitation, wrapping her arms around my neck. Christine’s lips press against mine with a hunger that surprises me. I grab the shirt at her waist and rip it from her head, and then she takes her bra straps off her shoulders. I twist the clasp around her back, and the bra falls to the floor. She crushes my mouth with her kisses, nearly tearing my skin as she yanks the shirt off my back, and then finally I’m pressed against warm, wonderful tits.

  Suddenly, it doesn’t matter that she fucked off for two years with my kid. All I can think about are the two creamy tits in my hands, the round, pink nipples hardening against my palm. She leans against my body, her hand moving down my waist to grab my cock, and it’s hard enough to smash bricks. I can’t wait to feel her warm, wet pussy wrapped tight around my aching cock. I push her on the bed, and she bends her knees to help take off her jeans. The rough fabric drags on her hips. It snags her panties and pulls them down her smooth thighs. I spread my hands over them as soon as the last of her clothes fall from her legs.

  Seeing my wife’s naked body sprawled on my bed makes my veins run with fire. I spread her thighs as her back arches from my touch, my mouth watering at the pink pussy swollen with arousal. Christine sits up, her tits bouncing on her chest as she reaches for my slacks and pulls them off my hips. There’s a wet spot on my briefs. Goddamn, I’m already soaking with precum. She drags my tight briefs down my ass as my cock springs free and damn near smacks her in the face. She fists my cock, sitting at the perfect height for a blowjob. I’m consumed with an image of her pink lips wrapped around me as I thrust into her pretty mouth, my fist in her hair, but I know that if I go that route I won’t last five minutes, and I want to finish inside her.

  I grab her the back of her head by her hair, which feels like silk in my fist. She winces with pain as I arch her head back and grab her neck with my other hand.

  “I’m not going to stop until I fuck another baby inside you.”

  Her mouth curves with a small smile. I’m sure that she thinks that I’m joking, but she doesn’t know about the state of my family. I’m the only man left standing, and if I want my family’s name to keep living I better start fucking. If I’m going to be perfectly honest, though, tonight’s not going to be about legacy or duty, it’s going to be about making up for lost time. Two years without so much as touching a woman. My balls are going to burst.

  I crush my lips against hers before she has a chance to retort, and then my body falls over hers. I’ve spent hours, hell, days, thinking about all the filthy things I’d do to her once she was mine again. Now that I have her, I can’t remember any of those things. I can’t string together a coherent thought. Her hair spills over the dove-gray sheets as I push her over the bed. The sting of her hands bites my skin, not because she’s cold, because I haven’t felt a woman’s hand on my naked skin in two years. She touches my chest, and slides over the muscles of my neck, anchoring there. She pulls me down, my hand still buried in her hair. Hunger claws at me the moment she presses her lips to mine. I open my mouth as her tongue flicks inside, too aware of her tits sloping gently over her chest and my cock, so fucking hard that I’m pressing a brand into her thighs.

  I want to feel her surrender to me.

  I dig my fingers into her hair to break the defiance from her eyes, and she responds by sucking my bottom lip into her mouth and biting hard. I growl against the pain and break from her lips. She pants as redness spreads across her chest in blotchy patches. Her cheeks burn just as brightly. I want to laugh at the fury in her eyes.

  “You’re not fucking another baby inside me.”

  Her legs are wrapped around my waist. She couldn’t want this more if she screamed it out loud.

  “Are you going to stop me?” I run my finger under her jaw and tip her chip to force her to meet my gaze.

  Stop me, I fucking dare you.

  “Like I have a choice.”

  “I’m giving you one right now. We can fuck without a condom, or not at all. Two years, Christine.” I search her face. “And if I’m not mistaken, it’s been just as long for you.”

  She turns away as the rosy pink hue on her cheeks turns darkens into magenta. “I didn’t ask you to stay celibate.”

  “I’m a man of my word, baby. I made a vow. We both made vows.”

  “Sure, if you call being forced into that train wreck of a ceremony a vow.”

  Anger punctuates the lust circling my chest. “Do you want me to stop, Christine?”

  “No,” she says in a breathless sigh. “I must be crazy, but I don’t want you to stop.”

  She lifts her head, her lips softened for a kiss, but I hang back. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my life.

  “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now.”

  “Thane, I want you.”

  We meet again in a fiery kiss as an explosion seems to take place in the pit of my stomach. Christine’s lips part when I shift my hips and let my cock glide over her pussy. Damn, she’s so wet for me, so ready to be fucked. I loosen my hand around her hair, grabbing her tits instead. Then I low
er my head to them, my cock jumping at the sight of my white fingerprints against blazing red skin. Her gasp hits my ear when I sweep my tongue over her hard pink nipples. Her skin sprouts with gooseflesh, and I suck her into my mouth, knowing how she would grab my ears and force my mouth against her tits years ago. Her chest rises and falls, and her fingers twine themselves in my hair, pushing and pulling as if she can’t decide whether she wants to throw me off or yank me closer.

  “Thane…Goddamn it.”

  I bite her before rising above her body, admiring the red marks before I lower myself again, kissing her neck. “We made a beautiful boy. Let’s do it again. And again.”

  “You’re fucking crazy,” she says in a voice that’s breathless.

  I nudge her again, and she squeezes her eyes shut. My head slides up and down as she bites her lip, not quite preventing a moan.

  “Maybe, but you have to admit that it’s hot as hell.”

  The back of my neck stings with pain as she digs her fingernails in my skin. “Just fuck me already!”

  My hands fly to her shoulder and neck as I shove forward with so much force that her mouth opens in a wide circle. She doesn’t make a sound as my cock buries into her deep, almost as if I fucked the air out of her chest. Then finally she moans, my back stinging with her grip. Her wet warmth flows around my cock, hugging it like a tight glove.

  Slow the fuck down.

  But I can’t slow down. I hammer at her cunt, her tits bouncing wildly as every instinct screams for me to fuck faster. Her hands unstick from my back and anchor over my ass. Then I grab her hips and give her a violent thrust that makes pain join sharply with pleasure. It takes a few strokes before her tight walls start to loosen. She cries out, her voice shaking with my rhythm, and then she digs her fingers into me, urging me faster when I slow down. I drive into her, yanking back her hips so that our bodies connect with a loud smack. Every thrust tears a cry from her lips, a moan from mine. My heart hammers against my chest as my cock throbs with the need for release, almost as if it senses that it’s already knocked up this girl and can do it again. My blood runs wild with the thought of her belly growing with my kid who will carry my name, just like the baby we already made.

  Another wet thrust, and my balls tighten, releasing a flood of cum inside her. I hammer her hard as a sliver of ecstasy escapes the dam, and I feel another hot surge. Christine keeps digging into my ass, but I pull out with threads of white, still fucking hard as a rock. She lifts her dazed head.

  “I’m not done.”

  I grab one of her ankles and yank her across the bed, and then I pick her up in my arms. I’m going to fuck her in front of a mirror so that she can see how much her body needs me. Then I shoulder into the bathroom, the door banging on the wall as I flip on the light. She lets out a shriek as I drop her. Then I grab her shoulder and shove her over the sink.

  Fuck, it’s a sexy sight. Me, standing behind her as she braces herself on the bathroom counter, looking at me as her entire face flushes with heat. I wind her blonde ponytail in my fist as I palm her back, forcing her to bend over. Then I sink my dick into that primed cunt and I pound away. Christine launches forward, extending her arms to the wall to prevent herself from falling. I watch her tits swing, her ass jiggle as I nail her. My fingers gouge into her ass cheeks, enjoying the view of my thick cock sliding in and out of her. Her hands slip on the mirror and leave damp marks.

  “Thane! Oh my God!”

  I look at her face in the mirror, and I lift my hand to smack her ass. The sound cracks through the air.

  This is what you’ve been missing for the last two years.

  And I don’t know if I’m saying that to her or myself. My fingers almost slip and I grab for purchase on her bony hips, and then I yank back, hammering her sweet ass. The bathroom fills with the sound of her body smacking against mine. I lean forward, and she flattens against the counter, her elbows bending with the force of my thrusts. I wrap my hand around her and pinch her clit, and her breathing reaches a high pitch. Her arms buckle as a surge of energy rips through my cock, filling her a second time as I drill her. Another jet floods inside her as the blood drains from my head. My heart thundering, I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my chest.

  Holy. Shit.

  Her hair’s a mess from my antics, but she still looks beautiful. She looks properly fucked, her lips swollen from kissing me, her eyes, dazed. Then I kiss her again, my heartbeat pounding in my lips. Her arms slide around my naked back as she rests her head on my chest.

  “Thane…”

  I sweep her off her feet, my cock still throbbing as I admire her naked curves pressed against my body. The blaze of desire banks to a smaller flame, but it’s still there. It’ll be awhile before I’m satisfied. I take her to my bedroom, setting her on the mattress as I grab the wedding ring perched on the nightstand. The ring she left behind when she ran off and had my baby.

  Something stronger than disappointment makes me taste acid as I look at the diamonds facets, which attempt to shine in the low light. Christine pulls back her legs as I approach her. Her eyes flick from the ring to my face, and her lips tremble. All I want to see is resignation, but I still see defiance.

  “You’re going to put on this ring, and you’re going to keep it on. There’s no way out of this place.”

  She crosses her arms and thins her lips, looking like just the picture of stubbornness. “You’ll never convince me that this place is safe for us.”

  I stand over her, my voice grinding to a coarse growl. “They know you’re a risk. You won’t be allowed to leave the floor. If you disobey me, you won’t be allowed to see Daniel, either.”

  “I’d like to see you try and keep me from my son!”

  She stands up, but I grab her shoulder with one hand and force her back down to a sitting position.

  “I can and I will. Daniel will be in the daycare when I’m gone.”

  “You can’t take my baby away from me. Don’t you dare try and take him away from me!”

  I push her back down, and she grips the hand holding her hostage, trying to throw me off.

  “I don’t want to, but I don’t trust you.”

  “Is that what this is about? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you! Fuck me, beat me, but don’t take my son away.”

  I gouge my fingers into her bony shoulder. “Shut the fuck up. You’re not my whore—you’re my wife.” I grab her hand and slide the ring that I bought her years ago back on her finger.

  “Wife? You mean captive, right?”

  Accusing blue eyes stab at me. I try to think of the girl at the park. The girl I fell for, all those years ago, but all I see is the woman who stole my son.

  “Get some sleep,” I tell her, already walking out of the bedroom. “Tomorrow he gets blessed.”

  6

  Christine

  Blessed.

  I stay up all night trying to figure out what the hell that means.

  Sleep doesn’t come, even after a hot shower. Even after he fucked me until my body was numb. I tried to get some sleep on Thane’s bed but my head kept pounding with the crazy hot, yet incredibly risky unprotected sex.

  I roll out of bed, giving up on sleep completely to look out of the long rectangular window over the gray buildings awash in orange light. There must be some way out of here. I did it before, didn’t I? Something tells me it’ll a lot harder than it was last time. If Thane’s right, the whole building will be watching for a woman with a baby leaving the syndicate.

  I leave the bedroom, grabbing one of Thane’s button-up shirts and wrapping it around me. The apartment is shrouded in darkness. I spot a bundle of blankets and a pillow on the couch, undoubtedly where Thane spent the night, and then I walk into the nursery.

  “Thane?”

  A dark shadow sits in the rocking chair, and I walk around it as a man’s angular profile comes into view. He wears a pair of black sweatpants, which glide up his long legs. Thick biceps bulge out of his white tank
top as he cradles Daniel loosely in his arms, his face tilted back into the chair.

  Sometimes I’d picture them together. When I was really lonely, I’d imagine us together. I always convinced myself that it was ludicrous. Thane couldn’t—wouldn’t be a good father. Finally seeing them together knifes at me. For a moment I feel something almost tender for the man holding my baby, because if it weren’t for him Daniel wouldn’t exist.

  I give Thane’s face a wary look, but he’s out like a light. Then I lean forward, brushing Daniel’s plump cheeks with my fingers, and then the hand that looked loose around Daniel’s body shoots up and grabs my wrist. Thane’s eyes crack open as his fingers bite into me.

  “What are you doing?”

  Daniel lets out a loud wail, his tiny eyelids fluttering.

  “He needs to be fed.”

  Reluctantly, his grip loosens from my wrist, his eyes never straying from my face.

  “Do we have any baby food?”

  Thane stands up with Daniel still nestled in his muscular embrace, pointing at one of the bags near the crib. It’s full of little jars. I grab one of them, and Thane takes it out of my hand. I unwrap the plastic spoon that comes with it as Thane pops open the jar with one hand. He sits down as Daniel begins to cry in earnest, taking the spoon from my hands to feed his son.

  Bemused I watch as he patiently spoons the food in his mouth, smiling to himself when Daniel practically spits it all out.

  “Tell me what a blessing is.”

  He barely glances at me. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

  That can’t be good.

  I pace the apartment as Thane feeds Daniel, and then I come across an envelope on the floor right next to the door. A message? I pick it up. It’s blank. I fish the letter out of the envelope as Thane’s shadow falls over me. It’s the paternity test, confirming that Thane shares half his genes with my son.

  “Good. It’s not like I had any doubts—”

  “Clearly, you had some.”