by J. L. Beck
“Well yeah, she fucking lied. I’m the father and I’m not going to let her run away with Lola. I’m not going to let her leave without fully understanding what happened. I didn’t betray her. She’s fragile, and broken, and that’s my fucking fault I know that but I wouldn’t ever hurt her again, not like that.” Shame laced my words. I would never been able to take away the pain I had caused Mia, but I could try and ease it. I could make her life easier by being a permeant fixture in it. By taking care of her every single need.
“Damnit Jake. I promised her I wouldn’t tell you.” Donovan seemed to be the one struggling through his emotions now.
“I would never ask you unless I knew it was the right thing. I love her D. I fucking love her, and I want to make things right with her. I want her to know that I would never hurt her like that. That it wasn’t me and instead it was Sofia. I pushed her away.” I confessed to Donovan hoping he would believe me.
He sighed, “Alright. She’s at the cabin. The one we went to when we were kids down by Kerplunk Lake?”
“Thank you D!” I could’ve kissed him right then and there. I grabbed my shit and shoved my feet into a pair of sneakers making a beeline for the door.
“She’s going to kill me….” Donovan mumbled under his breath.
“No she won’t. I’ll explain everything.” I slapped a hand to his back hoping the little scuffle we got into was behind us. At the end of the day Donovan was still one of my best friend and I didn’t want something so small to come between all the memories we had made.
“Let’s hope it works out.” He sighed running his fingers through his hair. I knew him telling me where she went put his neck on the line but I had to let Mia know that nothing happened between Sofia and I.
I had to make my entire family whole again.
The drive to the lake was long, but enjoyable. It gave me time to clear my head and run through what it was I was going to say to Mia. I needed an approach because the second I walked through that front door she was going to tell me to get out, and if what I said didn’t click somewhere inside her head then she was as good as gone.
But I couldn’t think that way. I sped up, rounding the corner ahead. I had so many memories of this place with both Mia and Donovan. The boat house where Mia and I would slip off to make out when her parents weren’t looking, and the tire swing that Donovan and I always jumped off of and into the water.
I slowed down, shoving the memories to the back of my mind. If I couldn’t get this shit sorted there would be no new memories to create here. I turned onto the dirt road that led up to the cabin. By now Mia knew someone was approaching, you could hear a car a mile down the road before you saw it.
My hands felt clammy and my stomach was a ball of nerves. God. The air left my lungs as the cabin came into view and so did Mia’s car.
Deep Breathes. Keep it together.
One would’ve thought the military taught me discipline and strength but Mia was both of those things to me, and without her by my side I was a weak, weak man.
“Come on Lola!” I heard her yell, just as I parked the bike, killing the engine, and removing my helmet. Gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked to the huge front porch of the cabin.
“I know you think I kissed her, but I didn’t. I pushed her away. I don’t care about her Mia. I never have. It’s always been you. Even when I left, it was you. I knew one day I would come back and make you mine again, even if you had a husband, and kids. In my heart you would always remain mine.” The words poured from within me seeping into the space between us.
“I saw you though…” Mia croaked and the need to go to her was nearly overpowering me. “I saw the kiss, she… she kissed you Jake.” The tears that fell from her eyes were because of me. The pain that lingered in her heart was because of me. The insecurities she had were mine, and I needed to build her up. I needed her to see that she was the most beautiful thing to me.
“That’s just it baby, she kissed me…” I couldn’t stop myself I had to touch her. I moved up the steps and into her space, cradling one of her smooth cheeks in my hand. She smelt like heaven, and for the first time all day I felt like I could breath. I could see the light bulb go off inside her head the dots were connecting.
“It hurt to see it though. It made me think things. I’m scared. You know that.” More tears fell and I stared down into her Emerald green eyes, wanting to take all the pain away.
“I love you Mia. You can run to the ends of the fucking Earth to get away from me but I’ll still come for you. You’re my all, my every-fucking-thing and nothing, nor no one will ever mean more to me than you and my daughter…” I couldn’t emphasize it enough.
A sob ripped from her throat and within seconds she was leaning against my chest, her tears soaking into my t-shirt.
“I hate you for hurting me.” She whispered so softly I almost missed the words. She clung to me like I was a lifeline, telling me how much I had hurt her. Pouring every single emotion she felt over the last four years into her words.
“I want to be angry, to hit you, to lash out at you, to run away, but I also want to hug you, and kiss you, and tell you how much I love you. I’m conflicted with my emotions and it’s because of you…” Her small fist slammed into my chest, making my heartbeat faster.
“Give it to me baby, give me all your anger and pain, and let me turn it into something glorious, let me give you your happily ever after.”
Her sobs got louder, and Lola grew concerned as she watched us from inside the house, a frown marring her beautiful features.
“I’m no prince Mia, but I’m going to do whatever I can to treat you like the queen you’re. I’ll protect you. Stand by you. I’ll be your strength. I’ll be whatever you need me to be, just let me be something for you, anything.” I couldn’t see through the tears that had started to form in my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around Mia so tight I was sure I was going to cut off air supply to her lungs.
“Just be my forever, and I’ll be yours too.”
And I would be until the day we died.
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Lola shouted a million times from her bedroom where her and her Daddy were painting a mural on her wall. I hobbled up the stairs nine months pregnant with our second daughter we had decided to name Ellie.
“Oh my Gosh!” Tears welled in my eyes as I entered the bedroom taking in the wall that they had spent the last week painting. It was a beautiful love story, of how we came together, fell apart, and came back together again.
It started with the boathouse and ended at the cabin where we came together as one all over again.
“Please tell me those are happy tears because if they aren’t I swear I’ll paint right over all of this right now.” Jake my rugged, now husband spoke up with a paintbrush in hand. Our journey had been a rocky one, full of hills, and jagged rocks but we came out of it stronger and hand in hand.
“Please no, it’s…” There just were no words to describe the feelings I was feeling. He had all but painted our entire love story on our daughters’ bedroom wall, making it into a magical fairytale love story.
“Do you love it?” Lola gazed up at me her blue sparkling with happiness.
“Yes! I love it, sweetheart!” Jake stood wrapping his arms around me. We had come such a long way together. He pieced my broken heart back together when I was sure there was no piecing it back together.
“I didn’t do this to make you cry, baby…” He soothed, rubbing his hand down my back. I melted into his touch. He was everything. Him, Lola and Ellie were all I needed in this world.
We had told my parents everything when we returned from the cabin, making it known to everyone that Jake and I were together and Lola was his. There was no point in hiding anything anymore.
“I know you didn’t. I know you did to show our daughter that even real love has its ups and downs.” I blinked away the tears.
“Do you think Sissy will like it?” Lola asked admiring the wall they had pa
inted. I stared at for a moment without answering. There was no doubt in my mind that Ellie would love it just as much as Lola.
“I think she will love it, baby,” I answered pulling away from Jake well rubbing my belly. Ellie kicked at the movement of my hand.
“I think so too…” She answered.
I admired my entire family in that moment loving the story we have woven together. Now we had something we could look at every night when we put our sweet little girl down to bed.
“I love you, Mia. I love you so much..” Jake whispered into my ear, placing a kiss just below it. I melted into his kiss. This was my happily ever after. My forever.
Hung
A Secret Baby Romance
J.L. Beck
Zane’s lips pressed against mine urgently, as our hands pulled at the clothing we were wearing. He had my dress off of me in record time and I had his pants unbuttoned and down to his ankles faster than I ever had before.
My hands snaked under his polo shirt, my fingers gliding across all six-chiseled abs. Zane was gorgeous, his blond hair was just long enough for me to pull at while he was between my legs devouring my pussy and his eyes were a mixture of green and blue that reminded me of seaweed that had just washed up on the beach. His strong fingers possessed me, playing me like an instrument and I never wanted the song to end.
“Zane…” his name fell from my lips on a sigh. He smirked like the asshole he was, all while knowing how weak I was for him. I could never say no to him, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. He always had a way of undressing me before I could get a single word out.
“Brooke baby…” he moaned, my nails digging into his backside as he peppered my chest with kisses. I was melting into the mattress. I had come to tell him we couldn’t do this anymore and look where it got me.
Naked, on his bed, and at his mercy.
“We can’t keep doing this Zane.” I tried to fight the lust and pleasure that was rushing through my veins. Zane pulled away ever so slightly, his lips leaving my skin and sending a ripple of goosebumps over my chest. He stared down at me with so many emotions swimming in his eyes.
“I’m not giving up what I have with you. I don’t care if it’s wrong. Not when it feels so right.” He smirked, his cock pressing against my entrance and making my already wet core convulse with excitement. We’ve had sex three other times aside from this and each time things seemed to get better and better. I was at fault as much as he was since I strutted around the house we shared in barely any clothing.
“I agree but…” I couldn’t even get the words out that I wanted to say. Zane shut me right up, his cock slipping between my wet folds without warning. My head tipped back and my lips parted as pleasure rocked through me.
“You can’t resist my cock Brooke. Just like I can’t resist your pussy. They were made for each other.” He growled in my ear as his spicy cinnamon scent filled my nostrils, every thrust deep inside of me making me forget all logic.
“Oh God!!!” My back arched against the mattress and my heels dug deeper into his backside urging him to fuck me harder. His hands slipped underneath my back holding me in place as he pumped in and out of me.
“Next time you consider ending this…” He slammed into me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Remember this….” He rolled his hips, his cock brushing against my g-spot. God, he was hung and he knew exactly how to use his cock for his own benefit and well, clearly mine as well.
“Ahhh…” Butterflies erupted in my belly as my pussy squeezed his length in a vice-like grip, a hiss of pleasure slipping from his lips.
“That’s right Brooke baby, remember who it is that fucks you like this…” Another thrust and then another, his thumb honing in on my clit rubbing furious circles against it. All the air left my lungs as my body seemed to rise up, heat rushing through my veins as waves of pleasure slammed into me like waves against the beach. My nails scratched at Zane’s perfectly sculpted back.
I can’t give this up, this pleasure….
Zane’s moans of pleasure filled my ears, pushing me further over the edge, heightening my already hot as hell climax. Zane’s fingers dug into my hips as he thrust one last time, his hot semen filling me to the brim. I relaxed against the mattress, relishing in the feeling of Zane’s body against mine, the beating of his heart matching the rhythm of my own.
“You want to give this up…?” Zane’s seductive voice whispered in my ear. His breaths were uneven just like my own and as I turned my head to meet his eyes I nearly came undone. He was staring at me like I was his reason to breathe, eat, and sleep. Like the world turned in his eyes because of me.
“I don’t want to give this up Zane but I know as soon as our parents discover what we’re doing, it’s all going to go to shit. They’re going to separate us.” I couldn’t hide the fear from my voice. I couldn’t lose Zane. Before this he had been my best friend, until our parents decided to get married my senior of high school.
“We’re adults Brooke….” His touch set my soul on fire, one of his fingers trailed tenderly against my jaw coming to a stop against my bottom lip.
“I know that, but they pay for my college…” I had so much more that I wanted to say, needed to say, but I stopped dead in my tracks. Zane was five years older than me and held a high-ranking position at his father’s office. He had more than enough money to pay for my college and then some, the problem was letting him.
“We don’t need them.” He nipped at my earlobe. His persuasion was in the things he could do with his mouth, cock, and fingers and he had persuaded me in more ways than one.
His firm lips slipped down to the skin below my ear, sucking furiously at my flesh, making my already worked over body ache more.
“Zane….” I had to stop this, even if I didn’t want to. It was wrong and not just because our parents didn’t know.
“Don’t tell me to stop….” His voice cracked as he pulled away slowly, his seaweed blue eyes staring into my hazel ones. He was pleading with me, on the verge of begging me to say yes to him and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t and not because I didn’t want to, but because sometimes the biggest temptations came with the worst punishment.
“We can’t.” The words fell from my lips and I regretted them almost as soon as they came out. Zane clenched his handsome jaw, pushing from the bed, leaving me cold and alone. He placed his swollen cock in his jeans, buttoning them, my eyes dropping to the place where his throbbing member had just been.
“I fucking love you Brooke.” The words hung in the air between us.
“No you don’t Zane. You love the idea of us. No one even knows about us, we’re a secret.” I tried to convince him differently hoping what I said would change his mind. It seemed to do anything but that.
“Then I’ll tell everyone. I’ll make our relationship public.” There was so much conviction in his words that I knew what he said was true. He would tell everyone and even though I wasn’t ashamed of being with him, I knew that our parents would be. I knew that nothing but backlash would come to both of us.
“We can’t do this again.” Zane’s face constricted with pain, his fists clenched at his sides. All the muscles in his body tensed as he stared down at me.
“It doesn’t change anything Brooke. I still know your body’s reaction to mine. I still know how weak I make you. I still know you crave my cock like I crave your pussy.” He licked his lips taking a deafening step toward me. I grabbed the sheet next to me, holding up one of my hands to stop him, begging him to listen to me with my eyes. This couldn’t work, no matter how much both of us wanted it to.
“It changes everything Zane. We’re done.” I held back the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes. Zane shook his head, an angry scowl marring his features. He plucked his white t-shirt up off the floor and turned walking toward the door.
Zane had been my first kiss, my first fuck, my first everything. Giving him up was like giving up a piece of my soul.
“I’ll prove you wro
ng, Brooke, baby. I’ll make you wither, beg, and plead for my cock next time, and when I finally give it to you, you’ll understand just how good we are together.”
The sound of the door slamming as he walked away echoed through my mind. Had I just made the worst decision of my life?
Brooke listened to our fucking parents too much, always trying to be the perfect person and do the right thing. We both knew the consequences of what would happen if they ever found out about us, so what was the problem now?
I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel of my BMW. I wasn’t the type of man to wait but I waited for Brooke, knowing that if anyone had the power to make me love it would be her. The feelings she gave me were pure joy. The sex we shared was just an added bonus.
I watched eagerly as she left the house we shared together. Our parents thought it was a good idea to shove us together so that they could do their own thing. I snickered. Little did they know it had lead Brooke and me to fucking. Yeah we had started out as friends, but things soon changed not long after that. Brooke was still young though, so knowing her mother like I did, I knew if she found out she would throw a fit of epic proportions. My father would then have to make things right, and that would hurt Brooke and me.
As I watched her cross the street and head onto campus property, my body begged me to go to her. Her hips swayed with every step she took. Her beautiful brown hair that seemed to have a red tint to it when the sun hit it just right shimmered in the sunlight.
I squeezed the steering wheel, forcing myself to stay in my car. I had given her two days without my presence. Forty-eight long hours to think over what she had said to me, to reconsider things between us and yet here she was acting as if she wasn’t struggling to get through each day without me.
My eyes dropped to the watch at my wrist and then back up to the place where Brooke had just been standing. She was long gone, probably entering the south hall to go to her English classes.