His Baby to Keep: A Forbidden Romance

by Katie Ford

  But Fiona’s gasp had nothing to do with being shocked at the drama. One look at her and I know she’s in labor.

  “Call a doctor,” she breathes in pain. “The baby’s coming!”

  My heart pounds in my chest in excitement. Oh shit, is the moment really here? Am I about to become a father? Suddenly, I know that this is the best moment of my life … and I’m ready for it.

  Chapter 14

  FIONA

  Dylan didn’t leave my side during Rosie’s birth, and hasn’t left my side since. She’s six months old now, and asleep in the cradle in the next room. I’m in that sweet, delirious half-sleep, between awake and dreaming, only vaguely aware of the rising sun throwing its shadows across our bed. Dylan’s sound asleep next to me, his soft snores coming from the crease between my body and the mattress - he likes to sleep with his body curled around mine, his face pressed into my skin and one arm flung across my waist.

  He sold his penthouse the week after Rosie was born; it wasn’t hard to sell, and he had few personal belongings he truly cared about. So he mostly left it to his agent, throwing his attention into finding and buying our own home, just outside the city. A luxurious six-bedroom home on Long Island, with not another soul in sight for miles. We’re paying for the privacy of being alone together in our little world of bliss. I can hear the crashing of the waves through the open French windows, matching the rhythmic breathing of my sleeping family: Dylan next to me, and Rosie in the next room.

  I’m awake now, but then again I’m always awake it seems. Having a baby girl has made for constant awareness and vigilance. I hear her whimper, as she often does this time of morning, and immediately stir to go feed my daughter. But Dylan, who had apparently been more awake than I gave him credit for, presses his strong arm down, holding me in place, groaning sleepily.

  “What?” I whisper laughingly.

  “It’s my turn. Go back to sleep,” he answers groggily. “It’s okay, baby, I’m awake anyway,” I answer, and start getting out of bed again. But Dylan sleepily pulls me back in bed and towards him, kissing me on the nose.

  “Stay. It’s okay, you've been up all night with her. It’s my turn. Try to sleep a couple more hours.” And before I can protest, he swings his agile body, clothed only in a pair of designer black boxers, out of bed. He winks and staggers out of our bedroom to our now crying baby girl.

  Deliriously happy with love, I close my eyes and feel myself drifting back to sleep as I hear Dylan crooning to Rosie in the next room. Once or twice, on the edge of sleep, before I fall into the dark, welcoming abyss, I open my eyes just a crack. Through the doorway I catch a glimpse of my tall, broad-shouldered, Adonis of a boyfriend in his boxers, cradling our adorable baby girl in his arms as he feeds and sings to her. And I allow the darkness to welcome me with a contentment that can’t possibly ever be topped.

  But I'm wrong.

  I must have slept for longer than I planned, because when I wake up the sun is casting shadows on the other side of the room. I stir and squint, finding myself entirely alone and in perfect silence. Where are Dylan and Rosie? They must have gone for a walk. Rosie loves the sand pipers on the beach and Dylan can’t resist giving her whatever her little heart desires.

  I stretch lazily, feeling curiously rested. I haven't felt this fresh in months, to be honest. It’s a perfect time for a nice, long, hot shower, so I step into the en suite and let myself relax under the pounding water. Coming out again and stepping into our bedroom almost a half an hour later, I feel incredible. And my feeling of euphoria is immediately met by a vision I wasn't expecting: there’s a dress hanging from a hanger on the outside of my wardrobe. It’s absolutely gorgeous: long, cobalt blue silk material cascades to the floor in elegant folds. I gasp - it’s the Versace I made a passing comment about last week when we watched the Oscars! The one Selma Hayek had been wearing. Holy shit, Dylan’s actually gone and bought it for me, and I see a note dangling from the sleeve. Coming closer I see it’s written in his handwriting:

  My beautiful Fiona, please wear this dress and meet me on the South Lawn. Rosie and I will meet you there.

  I giggle into my hands, unable to contain my delight. The South Lawn is a wide stretch of private beach immediately behind our house, shielded from the breeze by glass wind breakers, and lined with flower boxes full of roses. It’s incredibly romantic, and my favorite place for a picnic - and Dylan knows it. Suddenly overcome by an intoxicating rush of excitement, I throw my towel on the floor and take the cobalt blue dress off the hanger.

  It fits perfectly. The thin straps are long, allowing for a very low neckline, just above the nipples. The bodice of the dress hugs my huge tits, now even bigger and more swollen than usual because of breastfeeding. It presses them together so that I look like some kind of fertility statue. The rest of the silk folds cascade down my body, draping me in delightfully soft and airy material. I look in the mirror and actual tears come to my eyes: I look like a queen. Even I have to admit that. I feel like I’m seeing myself through Dylan’s eyes - I’d been feeling so blubbery and large after giving birth to Rosie, but Dylan always insisted he loved my body just as it was, telling me I looked like a goddess. I never believed him - until now. Because the dress is ravishing on my curves, and with Dylan’s love and support behind me, I finally believe it. My heart pounds rapidly, and I take a deep breath, smiling at myself in my reflection before tussling my long brown curls. I decide against make-up. I'm feeling beautifully natural.

  I see them immediately when I exit the porch and head down the South Lawn. Dylan is wearing white linen pants and a white shirt, and has Rosie on his arm, who is dressed in a little cobalt blue dress to match mine. They see me at the same time: Rosie shrieks happily, bouncing in her daddy’s arms. Dylan is simply beaming at me while flashing that incredible smile. And with anticipation, I approach them as if I’m gliding on air, riding the wings of love with the cobalt blue silk billowing softly in the breeze.

  “You look absolutely incredible,” Dylan whispers in awe as I approach him. I kiss him and then turn to Rosie, scooping our adorable little smiling girl up in my arms and smothering her with kisses. “Why don’t you put her down here?” asks Dylan quietly, pointing into the sand. It’s only then that I notice a gorgeous, elaborate picnic laid out in the sand, with champagne on ice and all my favorite foods. Rosie’s little beach chair is tucked off to the side.

  “Wow!” I exclaim, laughing. “Oh my god, Dylan, this is amazing! What’s the occasion?” I ask him, putting Rosie down.

  “You are,” he says in his deep, gentle voice. I look up in surprise and find him close to me, smiling that gorgeous smile with its irresistible dimple. Before I can ask him anything else, Dylan gets down on one knee before me, pulling a little black velvet box from his pocket. Holy shit. My hand goes to my heart, as it feels like it’s skipped a beat, and my mouth falls open. Down from her little seat on the picnic blanket, Rosie giggles excitedly.

  Dylan is looks up at me full of love and hope, and opens the box. Inside, glittering in the afternoon sun, is an enormous diamond ring. I gasp, unable to help myself.

  “Fiona,” says Dylan. “I love you so much. You’ve made my life an actual dream - looking back I don't think I even knew I was alive before I met you. And now you've given me everything: a purpose, a life, and a beautiful daughter. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

  I’m stock still for a moment before responding.

  “Yes,” I exclaim through a fit of tears and laughter, my heart pounding a million miles a minute. “Yes, I will!” I reiterate. I see tears coursing down his face as he places the diamond ring on my finger - it fits perfectly. Then I fall into the sand on my knees beside him. And he kisses me as lovingly as he did in those feverish dreams of mine, back when I was without him during my pregnancy. Back when I used to dream about Dylan proposing to me and living happily ever after. Because who could have predicted that our real life happily ever after would be even mo
re incredible?

  After all, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I was a girl in an impossible situation. A woman who had dated twins and through a twist of fate, slept with both of them within one week. It’s not your usual set-up, and I didn’t expect either man to stick by my side. But my one true love, Dylan Masterson, came through for me. He showed me the power of passion and steadfast strength, and as a result, I live this life now, with my man and baby girl by my side, and a ring on my finger. What could be better? After all, sometimes a girl really can get lucky … and with Dylan Masterson by my side, good fortune will always shine.

  Epilogue

  FIONA

  The sun has long gone done. Stars wheel overhead, and I don't know whether it’s the champagne I’m drunk on, or my love for Dylan and Rosie, or my excessive happiness. After Dylan proposed to me and I said yes, my mother showed up beaming.

  “It’s part of the plan,” Dylan had grinned. Elaine is very much in the picture now that she has a grandchild, and she and Dylan are as thick as thieves.

  “What plan?” I had asked him.

  My fiancé grins.

  “I wanted Rosie to be with us when I proposed. To be a family when I asked you to be my family,” he explained. “But now it’s time for you and me. Your mom will watch Rosie until tomorrow.”

  I gasped because it’s the first time I’ve spent more than a couple of hours away from my daughter, but my fiancé was right. It’s good for Dylan and me to be alone together. Especially now, on this momentous night.

  Because I’d been feeling so sexy since I gave birth to Rosie - like I had really found this incredible source of feminine charm after delivery. My tits were so swollen, my nipples so sensitive, my pussy awakened by nature’s gift. But I’d been so preoccupied with her and so tired around the clock that actual sex with Dylan had rarely happened. So the fact that we had time alone together on a romantic moonlit night was incredible.

  Dylan and I have just been talking and eating and drinking together as we watched the sun go down, but now my body is responding to his presence. I find myself wanting him more than I've been able to allow myself all these months. And reading my mind, my man suddenly stops talking. Without a further word, he puts down the champagne glass he’d been holding, and leans down over me to kiss me. With a moan, I welcome his lips onto mine, responding hungrily. His hands slide under my torso, pulling me up towards him.

  “Oh, Fiona,” he whispers in my neck. “You’re so delicious.” It sends shivers down my spine.

  “I’ve been wanting this for months now,” I whisper back, and he gently cups my breast in his hand. I clasp my hand onto his with a sudden urgency he wasn’t expecting. “No, Dylan. I want you to take me,” I breathe through my passion for him. Suddenly my hunger for his enormous cock is too much. He nods, grinning, and reaches into my dress, carefully pulling each of my huge, swollen tits out of my dress, ogling my large, dusky nipples. “What are doing?” I whisper to him, wanting him to fuck me hard and strong. But he has other ideas.

  “Teasing you,” he says, with that same cheeky grin. Then he lowers his tongue onto my nipples and starts licking them. They’re so hard and sensitive that my pussy immediately creams and I start moaning.

  “Oh god, Dylan, wait,” I pant. But he continues. I lick my nipple on one breast while he gently dusts the other with the tips of his fingers. I’m moaning as if he’s actually fucking me, that’s how good it feels. My pussy clenches in lust and I find myself wondering whether it’s possible to come just from nipple play because I already find myself desperately close.

  But I don’t have to wonder. It’s Dylan who can’t hold himself back. With a needy groan, it’s he who suddenly pulls out his cock and rears over me. I glance down and see the enormous hard rod he’s got in his fist. I see the lust in his eyes.

  “Oh, yes, Dylan, fuck me with it,” I moan. It’s when he pushes my dress up over my hips and pins me down, shoving his huge cock into my pussy, that I realize how close he’s made me by licking my swollen nipples and tormenting me. I gasp as he slides his long, thick, hard cock in and out of my creaming cunt and already find myself on the edge.

  “Wait for me,” Dylan groans, and I try, I honestly try. But as he grabs me tight by the hips and fucks me harder and harder, I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve wanted this for months.

  “I can’t, Dylan,” I moan. “You’re gonna make me come.” He thrusts himself into me, pushing down deep and hard repeatedly, making my tits bounce so far up I can feel them hit my chin, and it makes him wild.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans under his breath, his lips almost on mine and our mouths open in lust. He grinds his cock against my G-spot and my clit at the same time.

  “I’m coming,” I moan, and with that, my pussy contracts around his thrusting cock at the same time I feel him shake and pulse.

  Together we erupt for the first time in months, holding our arms close around one another. And as I feel his seed unleash inside my channel, I open my eyes, thinking I’ll be seeing the stars. But instead it’s Dylan’s handsome face swimming above my vision. He grins, looking deliriously happy.

  “I think we may have just made another baby,” I mewl, his cock still pulsing inside my clenching pussy.

  “I hope so,” he answers out of breath, and pulls me up into his body as he closes his arms around my torso.

  Because we’ll never know whether Dylan’s biologically Rosie’s father or uncle. The special test that Dylan alluded to back in the hospital room was inconclusive. So much for cutting edge new technology. But it doesn’t matter anymore because in the ways that count, Dylan is Rosie’s father. He’s her sun, moon, and stars, and also my everything. And with this man by my side, I know that anything can be done. Because I had the good twin’s baby … and we’ll never be apart again.

  THE END

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  “Please,” I moaned, grinding against his hand. “I need it!”

  “No worries, girlie,” he rumbled. “It’s coming … umph!” he grunted.

  And with that, he plugged me with his dick, his cock so fast, hard and enormous that I shrieked in surprise, completely airtight and overtaken with his maleness. He was so big that his pole literally lifted me up into the air, my little cunny struggling to fit him, stretched and pulled uncomfortably against that massive glans. But I kept trying, wriggling, moaning and writhing against him, and with the help of my juices, soon he was fully seated in me, that monster cock buried all the way up to the balls.

  I wish I could tell you this was a soft, delicate fuck as we sweetly explored each other’s bodies. But it wasn’t. We were strangers, and I didn’t even know his name as he drilled me like an animal, hips lifting me with each thrust, pussy forced to accommodate, drooling with cream.

  But the man turned out to be my new stepbrother … and the fucking wasn’t stopping just because we were siblings.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Kristen

  The man suckled me wildly, his lips vibrating against my clit, pussy humming and bucking beneath his attentions.

  “You like that little girl?” he asked darkly, his blue eyes gleaming as they gazed at my body.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, more, just like last night,” I panted, my breasts heaving, the nipples sensitized, jutting out like hard pebbles.

  He looked at me oddly for a moment,
but turned back to my vulva, lightly tracing his lips over my sensitized flesh, making me twist and scream beneath him. Through my lust-clouded brain, I registered the funny gaze but didn’t dwell on it. After all, I’d met this man only yesterday during a hot tryst in the back of the club. Didn’t he remember me? It seemed impossible that he’d forgotten our impassioned session already, the way he’d made me come again and again, his fingers skimming over my body even as his cock buried itself in my secret spaces.

  But he seemed to be exploring my figure anew, focused on each curve and cranny with unabated lust and a sense of discovery. And was it my imagination, or wasn’t that tribal tattoo on his left shoulder last night, and not his right?

  I brushed my misgivings away as another wave of lust overcame me, making me tremble and course hotly in the dark stranger’s arms. I wouldn’t worry about that now … I needed to come and this man was my answer.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Kristen

  The beat pounded heavily in my ears, deafening, making my head throb. I was sure I’d have tinnitus the next day.