Quarterback Baby Daddy (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)

by Claire Adams

  I reached down and opened his fly so I could pull out his cock. He rolled over onto his back, and let me slip my hand over the shaft. When I took it out, it stood up on its own, a towering monument to masculinity and the force that drove my pleasure.

  “You don’t have to…”

  I swallowed him whole, taking in every inch. It was hard at first when it hit the back of my throat, but I kept going because I needed to hear him sigh and moan as my lips moved over him, up the shaft then onto the head, where I pulled back and flicked my tongue over the tip.

  He reached up and rested his hand on my shoulder. His voice drew out, a long and soft moan. I responded by grabbing his cock by the base, letting it slip over my palm while I turned my head, twisting and pulling on the foreskin.

  The second his cock popped out of my mouth, he grabbed me under the arms. “Come here.” He pulled me up, closer to his lips so he could kiss me.

  His cock ground against my thigh, his hips moving back and forth. While his lips moved around, behind my ear, where his teeth dug in deep. The static shock became a storm raging inside me, driving my tongue deeper into his mouth while his hand crept under my shirt to unhook my bra.

  He threw it down onto the floor and with a roar, flipped me over so that he was on top of me. His shoulders blocked out everything else. He was so big, so solid. I’d be safe in his arms. He kissed down my neck, his teeth dragging along with his lips while he pulled up on my shirt.

  When he threw it onto the floor, I sat up so he could see my naked chest. I wanted him to know that it was his. He could do whatever he wanted with it, and I didn’t care if he was gentle or not, just so long as I felt his touch and it came from the heart.

  His cock was moving up the back of my jeans, his hand slipping up and down it, pressing in deeper. His hands found their way to my nipples. He didn’t clamp down on them like he did before or bite them. Instead, he let his fingers tease the edges, like flames tickling my skin.

  His touch fell just below the threshold and back again. The pressure between my thighs became a tingling sensation, and I felt the moisture building up, filling the dry cracks and hidden places that’d been neglected for so long.

  The next thing I knew, he’d flipped me over onto my back, and he was on top of me again. His cock pressed between my legs, pressed through my lips, and rested in the space between. He unbuttoned my pants and began raining kisses down on my sensitive, exposed neck.

  He inched my pants down slowly, more focused on paying attention to the rest of my body. His tongue flicked over my nipple. Flint ground against steel, and a spark flew deep into my gut. I was flowing now. I clenched my legs closed, only to have them forced open.

  He ripped my pants off and tore my panties away like tissue paper. “It’s not about where you’re going.” His thumb grazed my clit, and I threw my head back. “It’s about how you get there.” He slid down to the edge of the bed and dove his head between my legs, taking my clit in between his lips. His tongue became a bow, sliding over a violin string, and he was the first chair. The wet pressure, sliding across the surface, became gas to a fire.

  I was throbbing, trying to take him in. He noticed the jolt instantly and drove his finger deep inside me. He could read my body and respond to its needs before I even knew what they were. I didn’t want to be selfish. I wanted to do the same for him, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. He was too giving.

  His finger was moving faster now. He slid my clit through his lips and looked up to see the expression on my face.

  “Oh,” I gasped.

  He pulled his body up. His forehead pressed against mine. “I don’t think I’ve wanted anyone more than I want you.” He grabbed his cock by the base. The head ran over my lips and pierced through slowly.

  The jolt started on the outside with a soft tickle that spread out down my thighs and into my body. He didn’t pound through. He let his dick pass over the ridges, through to that spot where he let it rest while he moved his lips over mine. It was like he said. It wasn’t about the destination; it was how we got there.

  His hands cupped my breasts, and his thumbs flitted over my nipples. He was pulling farther out now, slowly and gently. When he dove back in, a shiver spread throughout my body. Fire met ice, collided, and danced together, creating a steamy cloud of passion.

  A shock rolled through me. He caught me off guard and slammed down deep, resting the head of his cock on my spot. As the tempo increased, the passion flared and became a part of me, fueled by his cock pressing further and further inside me.

  His mouth never once left my lips. There was something carnal about the way he pushed his tongue through, in time with his cock. It was as if he couldn’t control himself. I didn’t think he could. His face was strained, and his hips were moving so fast that I lost track of what was happening.

  The throbbing sensation became an ache. He needed to push further and drive into my core. He was pressing against it now, piercing the shell, moving into places that I didn’t even know existed. He knew my body better than I did.

  His face was strained, and his teeth bared. Deep grunts were bubbling out of his mouth. His movements became fierce, a rush that pulled us both in. The world seemed to flash in and out as if the sensation itself was real and the rest was just a dream.

  He pulled out, his cock dripping, dove down, and kissed me, then slammed through straight to my core. A wave of moisture poured out. His cock rested against my spot, spewing out warmth and jolts of lightning that spread over my skin and dug in deep, through my muscles, into my bone and marrow, surging through me.

  I was stuck in a whirlpool, my head resting above the surface as the water rushed over my skin and pulled me deeper, sucking my head farther and farther down until I was drowning, falling now toward the earth, where I saw Archer lying by my side, his head propped up in his hands.

  “I’ll never get tired of seeing that,” he said.

  “It’s what you do to me.” I stood up and started getting dressed. “You’ve got this way—I’ve never felt anything like it.”

  “I wish we could spend all day, every day exploring each other’s bodies. I could show you things you never thought possible.”

  “That sounds like my version of heaven.” I put my bra on and pulled my shirt over my head. “I should go.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “I’ve got to get home. I haven’t been there in more than a week, and I’ve got things to do.”

  “Zoe, are you sure it’s safe?”

  “I have to find out at some point.” I pulled my pants on, staring down at my torn white panties sitting next to them.

  He shot up off the bed. “You’re going to wait and see whether or not he tries to hurt you? Is that your plan?”

  I sighed and sat down at the edge of the bed. “You’re right. I’m being dumb, but I can’t hide out forever.”

  “Stay tonight.”

  “Okay.” I laid down next to him and rested my head on his shoulders.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Archer

  Zoe was hesitant to stay any longer than a day. She was anxious to get back home, and I didn’t blame her. But I couldn’t let her go back with Mr. Beetle still running around. I needed to know that she was safe, so the next day I stopped by the bakery with the promise of dinner and took her back to my place, where I sat her down in the living room.

  I took the armchair across from her. “I need you to understand something,” I began.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s this guy, Mr. Beetle. He worries me.”

  “He hasn’t been back at the bakery since you hired the guard.”

  “That worries me even more. He’s obsessed with you. If he can’t get to you at the bakery, he’ll go to your apartment if he has to. It’s not safe for you to go back there, not until we find him and send him to jail.”

  “I know, but I can’t stay here forever.”

  “And I can’t sleep knowing that you’re not here
and that you could be in danger. I want you close to me. Can we look at this realistically?”

  “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. I love it here, and I love being with you and the boys. I know I should stay. I’m just not used to being away from home for so long. It makes me feel like I don’t have any control of things. I have to rely on you for everything, and I’m not that girl.”

  “I understand, but I don’t want you to get hurt. Can you commit to staying for a little while longer?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  We went back to her apartment so she could get some of her things while I guarded the door. Then we came back to my place.

  It became easy and natural having her there. As the days went by, we slipped into a schedule. We ate together, slept together, and left for work at the same time together. We even took turns putting the boys to sleep.

  I was in a comfortable spot, living with the woman of my dreams and sharing the burden of taking care of the twins. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to lock her up and keep her there with me forever.

  By the sixth day, I’d slipped so deep into the experience that it became normal. Having her there wasn’t just a treat. It was the way things were supposed to be. Even with Cara, I couldn’t get used to having a girl living with me. When I woke up the next morning, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to have Zoe at my side.

  She was sleeping in her spot, between my arm and my shoulder. I lifted my arm up slowly so that I didn’t wake her and pulled on a robe so I could go down and check on the boys. They were asleep when I walked in, but they needed changing. I had to be careful.

  I picked Andrew first. He was starting to stay asleep longer without waking up. I lifted him up the way Mona taught me and put him on the changing table as carefully as I could. He shifted around and wiped his eyes, but he didn’t wake up until I took his diaper off.

  The second he caught sight of me, his face bunched up and turned bright red. The sound of him howling woke his brother up.

  “Hey,” Zoe said as she walked in. She pulled Abel out of his crib. He stopped screaming right away. “It’s okay, little guy.” She sat down with him on the rocking chair.

  “Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that.”

  “You know I love it.”

  “I still don’t get it. I swear one of these days I’m going to buy you an island or a star or something. I don’t know, but it won’t be enough.”

  “I don’t want, either. I just want to be here with you and the boys.”

  I finished changing Andrew and set him back down in his crib. He sniffed, then sat down. “They aren’t waking up as much anymore,” Zoe said.

  “I know. I blame you.”

  “Really?”

  “You’re really good with them. Sometimes it takes me ten or twenty minutes to put them to bed, but with you, it’s completely different. They stop crying as soon as you pick them up.”

  “I’m just glad to be able to help. I know it’s been hard on you having to take care of them yourself.”

  “Remember what happened the night we first met?”

  “You mean when you fell asleep halfway through my striptease? How could I forget?”

  “They had kept me up all night. They gang up on me. One will cry and wake up his brother. Then as soon as I get his brother to sleep, the other one will wake up. Abel’s the instigator.”

  She laughed. “You’re not doing it on purpose, are you, Abel?” She swept her hand over his cheek.

  “Hello,” Mona called from the bottom of the stairs.

  “I should go meet her.” I walked downstairs. Mona was wearing a pair of black leggings and a purple tunic. Her hair was the perfect shade of blond, and she was wearing cherry red lipstick.

  “Well?” She turned around with her hands stretched out. “What do you think?”

  “You look twenty years younger.”

  “You think so?”

  “Oh, yeah. You’re a cougar.”

  She growled and clawed at the air. “How are the boys?”

  “They woke up and cried for all of two seconds when I started changing Andrew. Then Zoe walked into the room and pulled her human tranquilizer trick.”

  “I told you they needed a woman’s touch.”

  “You did, and thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me yet. You still haven’t heard my surprise.”

  “I don’t like surprises.”

  “Then I’ll tell you quick. I’m kidnapping the boys.”

  “Did I say you could take them?”

  “No.” She started walking up to the nursery. “I decided to take the initiative. You two have been holed up in this house for too long. You need a weekend together. Get your groove on.”

  I stopped on the stairs to think about it. “That’s not a bad idea. I think I can live with that.”

  “You never had a choice.” She walked into the nursery to check on the boys. When I walked upstairs into my room, Zoe was smoothing out the covers and tucking the ends of the bed spread underneath the mattress.

  “You’re picking up on my military bed making skills.”

  She stood up to admire her work, then pulled a nickel out of her pocket. She dropped it onto the bed, and it bounced. “I think I’ve mastered the art of bed making.”

  “You have.” I came up behind her and kissed her neck.

  “Mmm.” She pulled away and started walking to the bathroom. “I have to shower.”

  “Can I come with you?”

  She shook her head and walked inside. I let her take her time while I chose my clothes for the day. When I walked out of the shower, butt naked, she was pulling her pants on with her back turned to me. I slapped her on the butt and collapsed onto the bed with my legs open. “I wish we didn’t have to go to work.” I grabbed my cock by the base and swung it around.

  “I’d gladly quit my job for a full day of lovemaking, but I have to live somehow.”

  “How about two days?”

  She pulled her shirt on. “Two days?”

  “Mona told me that she’s keeping the children for the weekend, and there’s nothing I can do about it. You should see her. She got a makeover. She looks good.”

  “I have to see that.” She pulled on her socks and grabbed her shoes out from under the bed.

  “It’s surreal.” I went back to getting dressed.

  There was a group of Navy men coming to the warehouse that morning to watch the feed from the Palantir. I hated standing around, answering all their questions. They wanted to know everything, and they expected me to know the answer to every question they asked. I decided to throw Rick to the wolves and let him handle it. After the Navy guys left, I went down to the warehouse.

  He was sitting in the office, drinking coffee, when I walked in. “Where were you?” he asked.

  “You know the Palantir better than I do. I figured my presence would be redundant. How’d it go?”

  “They wanted to know the entire molecular makeup of the device down to the atom. One guy spent twenty minutes grilling me on the placement of the heat sensor. He had no idea what he was talking about.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You owe me.” He took a drink of his coffee and poured himself another cup from the coffee pot sitting next to his desk.

  “Another bonus?”

  “That, too.”

  “And?”

  “A night out. And I’m not taking no for answer. You’ve been way too stuck on that girl. You’ve got to diversify before you get whipped.”

  “I’m not cheating on Zoe.”

  “Cheating? What’s next? You going to give her your credit card?”

  “I’m not discussing the legitimacy of my relationship. If you don’t understand love, that’s not my problem, and I’m not going to keep moving from one girl to another. I need some stability in my life, and so do the boys.”

  “You just met her, and you’re talking about stability.”

  “I get it. You’re worried
that I’m rushing things.”

  “You are rushing things.”

  “But you don’t know what this is like. If you were in my shoes, you’d understand.”

  “You’re crazy.” He downed his coffee and poured himself another cup. “You’re going to get tired of her eventually, and by that time, it’ll be too late, and you’ll have to sneak around on her.” I walked out without saying anything else.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Zoe

  I loved looking out at the city from the limousine window. People would stare and point; some would take pictures. My entire life, I’d dreamed of what it would be like to be successful. I wasn’t there yet, but at least I got to feel what it was like.

  I pretended that I was a dignitary, driving to the UN headquarters, or a starlet, hiding from the paparazzi. At that moment, I was somebody, and people were watching me. I never liked being spoiled by men. I refused to allow them to do it, but it felt nice to have a little luxury.

  Archer made me feel like a queen. To him, our relationship was all about appreciation. He was constantly thanking me for taking care of the boys, and he made sure I had everything I needed. Every night was another romantic dinner, another fiery session in bed, and then there were those few precious moments when we’d bask in the afterglow of lovemaking and hold each other until we fell asleep.

  When we pulled up to the bakery, Chloe was out back, trying to hide the fact that she was smoking a cigarette. I humored her and gave her a moment to snuff it out before I grabbed my keys and got out. She glared at me while I shuffled around trying to find the right one.

  “Okay, what is it?” I asked.

  “You’re living with him.”

  “I’ve had it.” I opened the door and walked in to pull on my apron. “I don’t want to hear another word about him. I want to be with him. I’m happy, and that’s all there is to it. If you have a problem with that, keep it to yourself.”

  “You’re moving way too fast, Zoe.” She pulled her apron off the hook and tied it on. “Real friends will tell you when something’s wrong. If I didn’t care, I’d stay quiet.”