Quarterback's Secret Baby (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)

by Ivy Jordan

  “Next time, I want the full experience,” he winks.

  When we finally get out of the shower and dry off, it is almost time for me to head home. We’re both quiet as we get dressed and head downstairs, knowing we have to return to real life. It’s been an incredible time, and I don’t want it to end, but reality is crashing into my thoughts.

  We make small talk during the drive to my place and plans to have lunch that include Alan in a few days. Cade pulls into my driveway where Ashley’s car already waits. I lean over to kiss him and he pulls me in for a hot, searing kiss that I won’t soon forget.

  “I’ll call you tonight,” he promises. “And, I’ll be thinking about you for every second in between, especially the face you make when you cum.”

  I blush and kiss him again. “Goodbye, Cade,” I say, a little breathless when I pull away from him. I hurry to my front door and turn back, waving at him as he watches. When I’m inside and the door is closed, I lean back against it with a sigh.

  “Well?” Ashley demands, popping out of nowhere and startling me.

  I place my hand over my heart. “Ashley!” I admonish her. “You scared the crap out of me.”

  She doesn’t reply, instead studying me intently before her eyes go wide and a huge grin breaks out across her face. “You had sex with him!” she says in a loud stage whisper.

  “Shh!” I hush her. “Where is Alan?”

  “Napping. He just went down like ten minutes ago. And, don’t change the subject. Give me the details.”

  “I am not telling you about my sex life,” I tell her as I start for the kitchen.

  She follows. “Was it as good as you remember? Is he as sinful without clothes as he is with? Is he packin’?”

  “Ashley!” I laugh. “Oh my God. Are you not getting laid enough that you need to hear about this?”

  “Oh, I’m getting laid plenty, just not by anyone half as handsome as Cade Thomas. Come on, Serena. Give me something.”

  “Okay, fine. It was better than I remember. So much better,” I giggle.

  “How many orgasms?”

  “Six.”

  “Six?!”

  I nod “Two last night, and four since we woke up this morning.”

  “Sounds like he’s got one hell of a magical dick.”

  “Even more magical fingers,” I sigh, thinking back on the last several hours.

  “So, this is for real?”

  “I think so.”

  “Did you tell him?”

  The question immediately throws an ice-cold bucket of water on my good mood, and I shake my head.

  “You have to tell him, Serena. You’re in too deep now. It’s going to be a mess if he finds out and it’s not from you.”

  “What if...”

  “What if what?”

  “What if he leaves?” I ask quietly.

  “You really think he will?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s life altering.”

  “He wouldn't.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “Is this about-”

  I cut her off. “No!” I say adamantly.

  She lets it drop, and I’m relieved I don’t have to continue down the path she was headed.

  “Look,” she starts. “If he leaves, then he isn’t man enough to be a part of your or Alan’s lives. But you need to tell him before this gets too out of hand. You’ll regret it if you aren’t the one to tell him.”

  “I know, I know. I just never thought I’d meet up with him again, let alone start seeing him. It’s weird, and it’s not like it’s a simple thing to bring up in conversation. I’m going to tell him, I promise.”

  “Soon.”

  “Soon, I swear. Now, tell me what you and Alan did for New Year’s.”

  “After you tell me how big Cade is.”

  “I am not telling you that...but he’s very filling,” I tease.

  She groans. “Of course, you would win the lottery with the football stud in bed.”

  I laugh. “I’ll see if he has a friend; he did mention owing you some sort of thank you for watching Alan last night.”

  “I’ll take a tall, dark, and handsome, please and thank you.”

  Later that night, after I’ve gotten Alan to bed and I’m relaxing on the couch with some wine, I text Cade.

  “Ashley says as a thank you, she’ll accept a date with any one of your football buddies, assuming he’s tall, dark, and handsome.”

  “Maybe I should introduce her to Malcolm. He still plays for the Condors. He was a rookie during the last Super Bowl I won. I introduced you to him last night, do you remember?”

  “With the curly black hair and gray eyes?” I ask.

  “Well, can’t say I know what color his eyes are, but I’m pretty sure that’s him.”

  “Ashley would DIE if you set her up with him.”

  “I’ll call him tomorrow, see if he’s a free agent. So, how was your day?” he asks.

  “Quiet. Alan was napping when you dropped me off, and Ashley left about an hour after I got home. I watched Finding Nemo with Alan, made dinner, and then we played with his cars before his bath and bedtime. Now, I’m enjoying a glass of wine on the couch. What about you?”

  “I have a meeting with Tyler tomorrow about our show, so I’m going over some notes from our producer. I’d rather be with you, though.”

  “You mean, you’d rather be naked with me.”

  “I wouldn’t say no to that. I’ll never be able to look at my table the same again,” he teases with a wink.

  “I was pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong about the physics of sex on a table.”

  “Next time we can try the desk in my office. Or your table. You know, for scientific purposes,” he jokes.

  “Or maybe my desk in my office?” I suggest.

  “Why, Serena Jacobs, you little she-devil. Was that a proposition?”

  “Maybe...” I type, adding a wink.

  “I think I like this vixen side of you,” he replies.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Please do.”

  I yawn, and although I want to keep talking to Cade, my bed is calling me. It’s been a long twenty-four hours, and I need some sleep if I am going to keep up with my son tomorrow on the trip to the park I promised. So, I tell him just that and follow with, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight, Cade.”

  “Goodnight. Sweet dreams, Serena. I know mine will be.”

  Chapter 23

  Cade

  The first part of the new year passes quickly, and things with Serena are beyond good. We are in a great place with our relationship, and I’m happier than I think I’ve ever been. We’ve seen each other nearly every day over the last two weeks, and I’ve been able to get to know Alan more, too. We’ve spent some time at her place throwing a football around and, for a three-year-old, the kid is a natural. I am amazed at how good he is for his age. I even mentioned to Serena that she should think about getting him involved with a kid’s league.

  On this January morning, nearly halfway into the month, I get up earlier than normal and head over to her place to have breakfast with her and Alan. We banter back and forth over pancakes, and it feels a little like we’re our own little family. It’s a feeling that makes me all warm inside. After breakfast, I help Serena by doing the dishes while she helps Alan gather his things, and then we walk outside together. I steal a quick kiss before she leaves to drop Alan off at daycare, and I head off to get in a workout. I’m disappointed I won’t see Serena again today, but I’m already working on something romantic for Valentine's Day.

  Tyler is meeting me at the gym, and as I cross the parking lot, I spot him. He lifts a hand to wave when he sees me.

  “Hey, man. You’re late,” he greets me.

  “I’m not late. We said nine-thirty and it’s nine twenty-nine,” I insist.

  “You’re always here before me, and I get here ten minutes early.”

  “I came from Serena’s; traffic was wor
se than I anticipated.”

  His eyebrow shoots up. “Serena’s? You spent the night at her place, finally?”

  “No. We’re not quite there yet. I mean, Alan still thinks me and his mom are friends.”

  “It’s been a month,” Tyler states.

  “That’s not that long. She doesn’t want him to get confused, and I get it. What if this doesn’t work out?”

  Tyler gives me a knowing look. “Do you see this not working out?”

  “Well, no. I mean, I seriously like her.”

  “You love her?” he questions.

  “I don’t know.”

  “But you see this as something serious?”

  “Yes. It’s something serious to me.”

  “Does she feel the same?” he asks.

  “We haven’t really talked about it like that, but I think so.”

  “You should have that conversation. Look, I understand not wanting to rush it or confuse her kid. That’s probably smart. But if you two haven’t had the talk, you should. And don’t fuck it up. Tamara really liked her. I did, too. She’s good for you.”

  As we walk inside, our conversation switches over to the training we have planned for the day and we go to work. After our workouts, we drive over to the studio to film our commentary show. Our meeting with the producer before we shot for the day took a couple of hours and a little more than we’d planned. Shooting ran long after a problem with the microphones. When we finally finished taping, it was nearing eight at night.

  Tyler left before me so he could get home to Tamara, and I finished up a few loose ends. Twenty minutes later, I walk outside to my car to head home. I have my phone in my hand, ready to call Serena on the drive, when I notice a figure leaning against my car. My steps falter and the physical reaction I have is immediate. My stomach turns and just like that, I feel a headache coming on.

  “What the hell are you doing here, Josephine?” I bite out as I walk toward her.

  She pushes off my car and moves forward, reaching out as if she might embrace me. She huffs when I sidestep her. “It’s been awhile, Cade. How about a hug?”

  She holds her arms open. “No, thanks,” I say. She mumbles something under her breath, but I don’t care. I want her gone. “What do you want?” I haven’t spoken to her in well over a month, and I don’t want to be speaking to her now.

  “I just thought it would be nice to catch up, Cade. It’s been so long. I miss you,” she says as she sidles closer, placing her hand on my arm. I push it away.

  “You miss me?” I ask sarcastically.

  “Of course. We’ve been together for such a long time.”

  “No. We were together,” I stress, “but we’re not now.”

  “I’ve been waiting for you, Cade,” she whines.

  “Waiting for what?”

  “For you, to realize how good we are together.”

  I roll my eyes in disbelief. “We are terrible together, Josephine. I was miserable, and I’d bet my house you were, too. We fought constantly and went back and forth more times than any sane couple should. It took breaking up with you for good to realize just how awful you were.”

  “How awful I am?” she screeches “How about how awful you are?”

  “I will take full responsibility for my part in our relationship horror show, but it was toxic for both of us. I will not go backward, Jo. There will never be an us again. We’re done, and you should move on.”

  “Who do you think you are, Cade Thomas?” she yells. “You’re just a washed-up football player, and I am Josephine Lowell. I am a fucking star, and you’re just a d-list has been. Screw you! You will never, ever find anybody better than me.”

  “That's just it, though, Jo. I have found somebody better than you. And, I’m happy, ridiculously happy. I hope you’ll be this happy someday. And, that you can one day be happy for me, just like I would be happy for you if you were to find someone better suited for you.”

  “You’re seeing someone?!”

  “Yes,” I answer calmly. “I am.”

  She screams with a fury I’ve never seen before, drawing the attention of the security guards who make their way toward us. I try to wave them back as Josephine lets loose.

  “I will ruin you, Cade! You’ll be a laughingstock in this town when I’m finished! Whoever it is you’re seeing, I’ll ruin her, too.”

  “Is that really necessary, Jo? We’re better off apart; why don’t you see that?”

  “No one,” she hisses, stepping closer to me, “no one – not even you, Cade Thomas – dumps Josephine Lowell and gets away with it.”

  “Mr. Thomas?” a security guard inquires as they approach us.

  “You need to leave, Josephine, or these guys will forcibly remove you. I don’t think you want that kind of scene or publicity. Let’s just walk away today and forget all about each other. We’re both better off this way.”

  She stomps her foot and lets out a guttural growl of frustration. “You will regret this, Cade. You will regret all of this,” she promises as she finally storms away.

  I apologize to the security guards and get into my car. I’m so stunned by what has transpired that I just mull it over on the drive home, instead of making the call I had planned to make. Once I'm home, I go straight to my bedroom, strip down to my underwear, and sprawl across my bed to call Serena. She answers on the second ring.

  “Hey,” she says quietly.

  “Sorry; bad time?”

  “No, you’re fine. I just put Alan to bed, and I’m walking out of his room.”

  “How was your day?” I ask her, settling back onto the pillows.

  “Just getting ready for the first day of classes tomorrow. I’ve got a full schedule. Did I tell you they added a second Physics at the Movies class this semester?”

  “Congratulations, Serena. That’s amazing. I know how much that class means to you.”

  “I’m really excited. How was your day?”

  “I worked out with Tyler after breakfast. Filming got delayed today, so I left the studio really late.”

  “Oh, I'm so sorry, Cade. Did you eat dinner?”

  “Honestly? No. I just got home and really wanted to hear your voice. I’m so on edge, I didn't even think about eating.”

  “Why are you on edge?”

  I pull in a breath before answering. “Josephine was waiting for me when I left the studio. We had words. Well…she had words. I did good. I kept calm, but I think that she thought I was going to come crawling back again; the fact that I haven’t is killing her, in a narcissistic way, that is.”

  She’s silent, and I am kicking myself for even mentioning it. “You know I don’t have feelings for her, right?” I assure her.

  She sighs. “I know that it was all very complicated between you two.”

  “It’s in the past, though. I promise you, Serena. You’re the only one I have eyes for. You’re the only one I have anything for. Just you. Only you. I hope you know how much I care about you and that you are very special to me.”

  “We don’t know each other that well,” she tries to argue.

  “I know you well enough to know that I want to do this with you, that I want to see where it goes. I want you in my life, Serena. You and Alan.”

  “Cade,” she breathes out softly, and I can hear the hesitation in her voice.

  “I like you more than I probably should, Serena, but I know what I feel. I want to be there for you. Will you let me be there for you?”

  The other end of the phone line is silent for a moment as I wait for her response.

  “Yes,” she finally whispers.

  “Yes?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “So this, we’re in it together, me and you?” I ask.

  “Me and you, Cade.”

  “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

  “I might be able to guess.”

  I chuckle. “How happy do you guess?”

  “Hmm… About eleven inches.”

  I sit up,
a little surprised by her words…and a little turned on. I didn’t think that was going to be her response, but I definitely want to see where this is going now so I decide to go with it. “Is that right? So…what are you wearing?”

  “Cade,” she giggles.

  “I’m in my underwear, the blue ones you like.”

  “Are you…” she trails off breathlessly.

  “Hard? Damn straight, I’m hard.”

  I hear a whimper in my ear, and I shift. Just the sounds she makes get me all worked up. “Tell me what you’re wearing, Serena.”

  “I’m wearing your t-shirt, the one I took from your place last week and didn’t tell you. It’s so soft and worn in, and it smells like you.”

  “Take a picture and send it to me.”

  She doesn’t say anything, but I can hear her rustling through the phone before my phone dings in my ear to alert me of a new text message. I pull my phone away and put it on speaker before clicking to her text message, thanking everything holy for the invention of the smart phone.

  Serena is lying in her bed; her hair is brushed to one side, and her eyes are downcast. She has her legs curled to the side and the hem of my shirt — a gray V-neck that I remember her wearing as we made breakfast last week — barely covers her in that position. Her nipples are two hard little peaks underneath the fabric, and I have never known a shirt to look that good before. I might buy stock in men's shirts for this woman.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her reverently. “Whenever we’re alone, I want you in just one of my shirts.”

  She laughs softly. “That could be arranged. Now fair is fair. Picture up!”

  I settle back against the pillows on my bed. I angle my phone so the screen shows my bare chest and I grab my dick through the cotton of my boxer briefs and smirk as I take the picture and then send it.

  I hear Serena’s sharp intake of breath and then a breathy “Mmmm.”

  I can’t resist asking. “What are you doing, baby?”

  “Touching myself, wishing it was you,” she whispers.

  My dick gets harder, if that was possible. “How wet are you?”