The Daddy Dilemma: A Secret Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  “I’m sorry. They’re both whiskey sours.”

  The woman nodded slightly before she turned and awkwardly walked off. When I turned back to Marcus, his jaw was practically grazing the table.

  “Okay, spill. Who is she and what the fuck has she done to Kason?” he asked.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

  “At any other point in time, with any other woman in any other place, you’d already be gone and receiving some blowjob in the back. She was practically begging you to go with her, and you turned down those tits and those red lips just to keep talking to me? I don’t buy it.”

  “Dude, I’m not feeling a blowjob,” I said.

  “Bullshit. What’s her name?”

  I felt like I was cornered. I knew I couldn't tell him. I couldn’t tell him that every single woman I’d ever been with paled in comparison to his little sister. I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t want any more blowjobs from other women because all I could think about was fucking Hanna’s face. I couldn’t tell him I had never come across a woman who wanted to be punished and cherished like Hanna did when we were in bed together.

  I couldn't tell him there was no other woman who made me feel more like a man taking care of his good little girl than his sister had when we’d been together.

  “Well, maybe I have found someone,” I murmured.

  “Two whiskey sours,” the woman said. She set them down on the table and practically pressed her tits into my face. All I did was take out a bill and shove it in her cleavage before I thanked her for her service.

  “Oh shit, dude.” Marcus chuckled. “You got it bad.”

  “Look, Marcus, I don’t...I don’t really know what’s goin’ on with this chick. She’s a bit out of her mind, and she’s a pretty headstrong person, but I—”

  I couldn’t even find the words. Marcus’s eyes were locked on my face while I tried to search for the right words that would get him off my back and me out of the lie. The truth was, I’d promised my best friend I wouldn’t fucking touch his sister, and now here I was not even wanting to sleep with other women because I'd rather have her.

  I had it bad, and I was inching closer to giving Hanna exactly what she wanted just so I could have her again.

  “All I know is that I don’t want to be around any other chicks. I don’t want to kiss them or have sex with them or have them give me blowjobs or whatever. I just…I just want to be with her.”

  “Even though she’s a bit crazy,” Marcus said.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

  “Well, sounds like I’m not the only one who has it bad.” He grinned.

  The problem was, I was scared he was right.

  Chapter 15

  Hanna

  “Hanna? Sweetheart? You awake yet?”

  “Moooom.” I groaned.

  “Honey, I’m sorry, but Kason’s mom needs help setting up for a cocktail party.”

  “God, another party?” I sighed.

  “I know. It’s so terrible how we throw all these fun parties for you kids,” she said. I could practically hear the smirk on her face.

  “What time is it?”

  “Ten.”

  “Uuuuugh,” I groaned.

  “Thanks, honey! I knew I could count on you!”

  I rolled out of bed and slowly dragged myself to the bedroom. Out of all the things our families could do, they had to throw and attend party after party and then expect us to help set up. Oh, well. I guess I needed to get up anyway. I dragged myself to the bathroom and cleaned myself up a bit. I decided that if I was going to be helping set up a party, I'd wait to take a shower until after I was done sweating.

  I put on some work clothes, traipsed on over next door, and helped Mrs. Marx point people places. She’d hired people do to the hard, dirty work, and we simply stood there and dictated. I was in charge of tables, chairs, and picking out the last-minute tablecloths Mrs. Marx forgot to order earlier. Mom was in charge of setting up areas for the drinks and plates, and all the guys got to sit around and take credit for everything else. None of this required me to be out of bed until at least noon, and I could feel my eyes drooping even as I directed the men lugging around heavy chairs.

  “Over there in the corner is fine.”

  “Yeah, guests will sit there, too.”

  “The bigger tables are over here, so just lean them against the wall.”

  After all our dictation was done and the men had set up everything, we all gathered in the kitchen and Mrs. Marx divvied out drinks. The adults got wine and I was handed grape juice in a wine glass so I could feel “more adult.” My mother gave me a cute little smile, and the men promptly left so they wouldn’t be roped into any more hard work before the cocktail party. Soon, my mom and Kason’s mom got to gabbing about boring stuff.

  They talked about husbands and how painful it was to raise kids. They talked about Stacey and what was happening with her and Brad—to which I sorely interjected because it wasn’t any of their damn business. They continued on about the decorations for the cocktail party and the drinks that would be served. Mrs. Marx walked my mom through all the food that would be served. They ogled over dresses in Mrs. Marx’s closet, and I rolled my eyes while giving half-hearted compliments on her outdated old-lady wardrobe. But then Kason’s mom said something that caught my attention.

  “You know, I think Kason has finally found someone.”

  “Really?! Oh my gosh, what’s she like? I had no idea Kason was dating someone!”

  “Well, I don’t really know for sure,” Mrs. Marx said, “but he’s giving off all the signs.”

  “Like what?” I asked.

  “He’s been staying in a hotel a little more since he came home. You know, hasn’t spent all his nights here. Sometimes whenever he goes out with Marcus, he doesn’t come back in until late, and a couple of the events we’ve invited him to, he’s ditched last minute. He tells me he’s not feeling well, but I think he’s seeing someone.”

  “Oh!” my mother squealed. “I’ve been begging Marcus to settle down for a while. Hanna, too. Their clocks are ticking, and I want to be a grandmother so badly. I’ve raised two children who will be wonderful parents, and I want to live long enough to see them become one!”

  “Oh, you’ll be a wonderful mother, Hanna.” Mrs. Marx smiled.

  I grinned back. “I know, and the day will come eventually.”

  Mrs. Marx switched the conversation back to Kason. “He’s just acting a bit differently. A little more uptight in some respects, but much looser in others. Whoever she is, she’s doing him a lot of good,” she said

  “Do you think he’ll bring her to the cocktail party?” my mother asked.

  “I wonder what she looks like…” I mused. I had to keep up my ruse, but I knew exactly who they were talking about. Blood rushed through my ears and my stomach did somersaults. Could Mrs. Marx actually be talking about me? Was I having that kind of effect on Kason? Because if I was, it meant he was probably considering my offer. It meant he couldn’t stay away from me like I couldn’t stay away from him. He might compromise just to be with me!

  His features would be absolutely beautiful on a bouncing baby girl’s face, but his son would come out tall and strong just like him. God, we would make the most incredible children, and hearing his mother go on and on about the different ways he was acting solidified my resolve.

  Kason was just as disoriented with me as I was with him, and it was only a matter of time.

  The three of us talked until well after noon, and then my mother and I made our way back to the house. The cocktail party didn’t start until six tonight, so I decided to go into town with my mother and pick out a new dress. She was wary of why I suddenly wanted to go shopping, but all I had to tell her was that the dress I’d been going to wear had ripped. She instantly felt sorry for me and threw me in the car with her.

  It didn’t take me long to remember why the hell I hated shopping with my mom, but after four different s
tores and dozens of different dresses, I came across the dress that would drop Kason’s jaw to the floor. It was a hunter-green dress that brought out the color of my eyes. It fell just off my shoulders and cinched tightly at the waist. The fabric fell lightly over my hips and swished to just below my knees. I found a pair of 3-inch black peep-toe heels that flexed my calves just right, and for the first time in my life, I watched my mother shed tears over how I looked.

  “My god, you look just like a young woman,” she said.

  I twirled a bit in front of the mirror and knew this was the dress to wear. It would knock the socks right off Kason’s feet, and—if I did my job right—it’d knock the condom off him, too.

  I smiled. “I’ll take it.”

  My mother swiped her card and handed me the bags, and then we were out the door. We went searching for a bit of makeup to match our new outfits. She picked up a new necklace and earring set for herself for tonight, and then we finally made our way back to the house. After grabbing a little snack for lunch, we didn’t make it back until almost five, which meant we had less than an hour to piece ourselves together before the men would come beckoning for us.

  Well, Kason wouldn’t come beckoning for me. But maybe one day he would.

  I smoothed my hands over my dress before I stepped out into the hallway. My father’s jaw hit the floor. He took my hands and pulled me into a hug and whispered about how beautiful I looked and how proud he was to have me as a daughter. It honestly choked me up, but part of me was ready to get to the party to see Kason.

  Dear god, I hoped he fucking showed up.

  We walked over and went into the house. Everyone was standing throughout the interior of the Marx home. I gave Mr. and Mrs. Marx massive hugs around their necks before I waved at my brother, who had actually decided to come. When I rounded into the kitchen, I saw Kason standing over the drinks. He was pouring something over the whiskey in his glass, and when he turned around, his eyes hit my chest before they slowly ran up to my face.

  I smiled. “Hey there, Kason.”

  “Hanna.” He nodded.

  He began to walk by me but brushed a little too close. His fingertips dragged along the waist of my dress, and it was enough to make me shiver in my heels. I went over to the juices and poured a concoction into the glass, but when I turned around, Marcus quickly cracked open an airplane bottle of alcohol and poured it into my drink.

  “Marcus!” I hissed.

  “You look like a grown-ass woman tonight, Hanna. Drink like one.” He smiled.

  “Thanks, Marcus,” I said, smiling back. “You don’t look half bad yourself.”

  He gave me a hug before I tried my drink, and I couldn’t help the grimace that wafted over my face. Marcus shook his head and walked away. When something moved in the corner of my eye, I turned to see what it was.

  It was Kason, standing there watching me. He leaned against the archway that separated the kitchen from the living room, and he looked incredibly sexy in the number he was wearing. He had on a black pair of slacks with a silk stripe down the outside of each leg, his black shoes shone in the lights of his home, and his polo shirt was covered by a tailored suit coat that was buttoned once at his waist.

  He was the epitome of delicious, and I could tell by the way his eyes devoured me that he felt the same about my dress.

  “So,” I said as I walked toward him, “how was your day today?”

  “It was all right. A little bit of this and that,” he said.

  “Where did you and the boys get off to after all the hard work this morning?” I asked. I fluttered my eyes up to him, and his pupil-blown eyes connected with mine. When he knew no one was coming around the corner, he dipped his lips dangerously close to my ear.

  “That dress is fucking gorgeous, but I’d rather see it on the floor.”

  I let out a shuddered breath before he leaned away and walked into the kitchen. My nipples puckered under the fabric of my dress. I thanked the stars I had decided to wear underwear because I could feel myself leaking into them as the feeling of his breath lingered on my neck. I wanted him, and I wanted him bad. I wanted him in any way I could have him. In any room, in any hotel, in any position, for any amount of time. My legs grew weak at the idea of him, and when I craned my neck behind me to look at him pouring himself another drink, my plan echoed back to me in the back of my mind.

  He hadn’t yet agreed to give me a child.

  I simply had to wait it out a little bit longer. Or maybe I just had to ask again. Either way, I was having him tonight. Someway. Somehow.

  After all, I didn’t need his body thrusting deep into mine in order to come anyway.

  Chapter 16

  Kason

  I spent the entire party trying to keep my eyes off Hanna. She looked absolutely gorgeous in that dress, and she knew it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it looked new and that she had bought it just to rile me up during this cocktail party.

  As much as I wished it wasn’t, it was working.

  I talked to everyone who showed up, and it didn’t shock me one bit when Hanna’s mom pulled mine off into a corner. The two of them gossiped like little old women, but their friendship made them both happy, so the rest of us were forced to put up with it. They held their drinks to their chests while they giggled and laughed over the whos and whats of the town. Every time I rounded a corner, it felt like Hanna was there. She would eyeball me and I’d catch her stare, and then she would sashay her hips a little deeper than usual.

  The dress fit her perfectly. It showed off those luscious tits I wanted in my mouth, and it tapered in at the waist I wanted to sink my fingers into. The fabric lightly fell around the hips I wanted to bury my throbbing dick deep between. She was an absolute vision, and it was only accentuated by the fact that I now knew what was underneath that dress. I was familiar with every inch of her skin. I could still hear the sounds she had whispered and squealed echoing off the corners of my room, and for a little while, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom.

  I went upstairs and shoved my pants down. I leaned my back against the wall while I wrapped my hand around my throbbing dick. I thought about how tight Hanna’s pussy had been around my cock. I thought about how silky smooth her skin was and how luscious her juices had tasted pouring onto my tongue. I thought about how her curves had jumped for me and how fiery hot her kisses were. I thought about pushing my thick cock into that tight little asshole of hers while shoving her pussy full of a vibrating toy. I would have bet a woman like her would love being filled to the brim like that.

  I pumped my cock and released myself into a handful of tissues, Hanna’s name getting stuck in the back of my throat just as my balls pulled into my body.

  I knew it was only a temporary fix. Ever since Hanna had made her intentions clear, she had been the sweet, forbidden fruit I couldn’t taste. Then I’d convinced her to let me taste her just once without the risk of ruining her life, and now I was hooked. I was hooked on the chase as her scent wafted up my nostrils. I was hooked on wooing her while my eyes scanned her thick curves. I was hooked on the feeling of pounding her into the mattress while she kept denying me what I truly wanted.

  Again, I found myself caving a bit more to her whims just so I could have another taste of her forbidden pleasures.

  I cleaned myself up and stuffed my dick back inside my pants before I washed my hands and checked my appearance. It would be nice not to walk around the cocktail party with a throbbing dick, but I knew the moment Hanna gave me one of her sly little grins, I’d be done for again. I ran my hands through my hair and took a few deep breaths, but when I swung the door open, Marcus was standing right there.

  “Dude, you have no personal boundaries, do you?” I asked.

  “Not really. So, listen. Our mothers were talking, and I sort of overheard their conversation.”

  “You know that means you’re just as bad as your mom, right?”

  “I mean, if they aren’t talking about anything interesting.”
Marcus shrugged.

  I sighed. “All right, you’ve got me. What were they talking about?”

  He smirked. “Your mother knows you’ve got someone special in your life.”

  My body froze. Blood rushed through my ears and I shoved my hands into my pockets. In order to counteract the feeling of being backed in a corner, I rolled my shoulders back and drew in a deep breath.

  “Well, you know how women gossip,” I said.

  “Come on, Kason, I’m your best friend,” Marcus said, his eyes boring into mine.

  “Look, if there was something to tell, I would.”

  “Dude, you haven’t randomly hooked up with a chick in days. Something’s going on and people are starting to notice. Are you going to talk to me or are you gonna let them postulate?”

  I grinned. “That’s a big word for a guy who likes gossip.”

  “Look, your mother was talking about how you’re backing out last minute from some of these parties and how you’re getting random hotel rooms for the night. I’d say you were getting them for random chicks, but I saw how that little bunny hit on you at the speakeasy a few nights ago. You didn’t even bite! What gives, dude? When you first got here, you had no issues letting her suck you off in the back room.”

  “Could you keep your voice down?” I murmured.