Running Back's Baby: A Secret Baby Romance

by Roxeanne Rolling

  Table of Contents

  Epilogue

  Chloe

  Dan

  Billionaire Boss’s Baby

  John

  Sarah

  Running Back’s Baby

  A Secret Baby Romance

  Roxeanne Rolling

  Buena Onda Press

  Contents

  1. Chloe

  2. Dan

  3. Chloe

  4. Dan

  5. Chloe

  6. Dan

  7. Chloe

  8. Dan

  9. Chloe

  10. Dan

  11. Chloe

  12. Dan

  13. Chloe

  14. Dan

  15. Chloe

  16. Dan

  17. Chloe

  18. Dan

  19. Chloe

  20. Dan

  21. Chloe

  22. Epilogue

  Billionaire Boss’s Baby

  23. John

  24. Sarah

  25. John

  26. Sarah

  27. John

  28. Sarah

  29. John

  30. Sarah

  31. John

  32. Sarah

  33. John

  34. Sarah

  35. John

  36. Sarah

  37. John

  38. Sarah

  39. John

  40. Sarah

  41. John

  42. Sarah

  43. John

  44. Sarah

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY AUTHOR

  Copyright © 2017 Roxeanne Rolling

  This is a work of fiction. Everything in this book is fictitious and nothing in this book represents real persons, groups or events. All characters in this book are over 18.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without express permission from the author.

  Chloe

  The windows of my old car are steaming up. I’m breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling.

  Dan is next to me, his massive and muscular body turned towards me from the passenger seat. He’s over six feet tall and easily 200 pounds of solid muscle.

  His hair is a gorgeous brown, with just enough wave to it. His eyes are a piercing blue that seem to see right through me.

  “It’s so great seeing you again,” says Dan, looking right into my eyes.

  “You, too,” I say, hoping I don’t sound too breathless with desire.

  We’re parked at the edge of a deserted park. The dark trees rise up around us, and if the windows weren’t fogged, we’d be able to see the bright stars in the pitch-black sky.

  “We never got to spend much time together in high school,” says Dan.

  “It’s almost midnight,” I say.

  “Won’t you stay out with me a little while longer?”

  I nod my head shyly. “Of course,” I say, my voice almost a whisper.

  “You’ve become so beautiful,” says Dan.

  I don’t know what to say. It feels like my voice is stuck. I can’t believe he’s telling me I’m beautiful! I can’t believe it! These thoughts race through my head, exploding like firecrackers.

  Dan was the football star in high school. Every girl wanted him, and he seemed to want them all.

  I want to tell him that I can’t believe he’s sitting in the car with me here at midnight. I want to tell him that he’s the most beautiful, handsome, hot man I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to tell him so many things, but instead, I say something inane, because I don’t know what else to say.

  “So you really like college, then?” I say.

  “Sure,” says Dan, laughing. “It’s amazing. I’ve got a ton of friends from the football team, and Coach really likes me. The parties are amazing. You should think about visiting sometime.”

  “I’d really like that,” I say.

  “Plus,” says Dan. “It’s nothing like high school. People aren’t as divided into cliques the way they were. In college, you’re just who you are. People don’t judge you.”

  “That’d be nice,” I say, laughing nervously.

  Dan was the star jock in high school, the popular kid. We were in the same class, but we rarely talked, even though we lived on the same block. I was the shy nerd, the good student. I was on the total opposite social spectrum from Dan.

  I never thought he’d look my way. I never thought he’d be looking at me as he is now, only inches away from me in the steamed up car.

  “I’m glad we had you and your dad over for dinner tonight,” says Dan.

  “Me too,” I say.

  I’m trying to stay calm on the outside, but inside my mind is racing with anxiety. I want so desperately to kiss him. But does he want me? Could he possibly want me?

  I can’t believe I’m sitting so close to him.

  Does he notice my rapid breathing? Does he see my nipples?

  Dan is home from for Thanksgiving, and because of my dad’s situation, his family invited us over for dinner. Dan somehow wrangled me into driving him to the store, and then suggested we drive to this deserted park, and that’s why we’re here now.

  Dan’s in his first year at college, at the big university, Cratemore, playing football on a scholarship. I should be at college too now, but I’m at home taking care of my dad.

  “You know,” says Dan. “I meet a lot of girls at school…”

  I hold my breath. Where is he going with this? He doesn’t want me after all? My pulse feels like it’s skyrocketing again, my heart beating fast. I worry that I’ll break into a cold sweat.

  I want him. I want him so much, like no one else I’ve ever seen.

  “But you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” says Dan.

  My heart stops for a moment. I can’t believe my ears. I open my mouth but no words come out.

  Dan chuckles. “I’m serious,” he says. “It’s not just some line.”

  “I know it’s not,” I say, finally finding my voice.

  Dan gazes into my eyes. He’s leaning in, across the gap between our seats that now seems impossibly large.

  He places his large, strong hand gently on my shoulder.

  His massive chest is coming towards me. His mouth is just an inch from mine, getting closer and closer.

  I bring my lips to meet his, and he kisses me, and I kiss him back. It’s the most incredible sensation, but I’m almost distracted from it by thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening! I can’t believe it! Dan! I’m making out with Dan!”

  Dan’s lips are just perfect. His hand is brushing across my shoulder, towards my breasts, and I’ve never wanted someone to touch me more. Come on, I think, touch me. I need to feel you on me breasts, on my chest. I need you to feel my hard nipples and massage me and I need you to make me moan.

  Is his cock hard? I want to reach out and touch it like I’ve never wanted anything before. I want to swallow up his hard cock, wrapping my lips around it. I want him inside me, deep inside me, thrusting into me as he makes me moan, as he grunts in pleasure.

  There’s a loud rapping sound at my window.

  “What was that?” says Dan, pulling away from me.

  I already long for Dan’s lips again to be on mine. He feels so far away now, and I feel alone, so alone. He’s less than a foot from me in the passenger’s seat, but it feels like miles.

  But my lingering is replaced by fear. Who’s at the window? I’m terrified. My heart is pounding, about to leap through my chest.

  “Roll down the window,” says a commanding voice from the outside.

  “I think it’s the police,” says Dan, sounding calm himself. “Come on, roll it down. It’s fine.”

&n
bsp; But the fact that it’s the police doesn’t make me feel any easier. Aren’t we breaking the law by being here? We’re not supposed to be at this park after hours, especially not at midnight.

  “Won’t we get in trouble?” I whisper to Dan.

  “It’s fine,” says Dan, grinning at me.

  I take him at his word and start to roll the window down. The car is an old beater, all that I can afford, and the window makes crunching sounds as it rolls down.

  Sure enough, it’s a tall police officer shining a light in our faces.

  “License and registration,” he says, not sounding the least bit friendly.

  “Officer,” I say, my voice a pleading tone. “I’m sorry. I know we’re here after hours, but…”

  “License and registration,” says the officer, sounding even less friendly before.

  He’s going to arrest us. I know it. I’m going to have to have my sick dad come down to the jail and bail me out, and who knows how much this is going to cost me. It could be thousands of dollars, and it could go on my permanent record. I don’t even have a record, and now I’m going to have a criminal one. I’ll have to let my employers know I have a criminal record. I’ll never get a job again.

  “Sir,” I say. “I can explain…”

  “It’s OK, Chloe,” says Dan in a soothing voice.

  “Step out of the car,” says the officer, almost shouting at me.

  I start to cry.

  “Step out of the car,” he says.

  Like a robot, I do what he says, opening the car door that squeaks on its rusty hinges. I’m certain this is the end of any opportunities I’ll ever have.

  “Both of you. Step out of the car.”

  I’m standing in the cold, shivering, with the officer towering above me. He shines the bright light in my face and I go blind for a moment.

  I’m just waiting for the handcuffs to be slapped around my wrists.

  Now he shines the light at Dan.

  “Dan!” he suddenly says, his whole tone changing. Now he doesn’t sound like a strict and gruff police officer. “Is that you, Dan?”

  “Yup,” says Dan, holding up his hand against the blinding light.

  “Sorry,” says the officer, lowering the light. “Man, I can’t believe that’s you, Dan. You used to kill it on the field at Randolph High. You’re playing for Cratemore, now, right?”

  “That’s right, sir. Starting linebacker.”

  It turns out the police officer is a huge football fan, and he’s been following Dan since his freshman year at Randolph High. And he’s a huge college sports fanatic, and watches every one of Cratemore’s games.

  “I know you all are going to make it to the championship this year,” says the officer.

  “I sure hope so,” says Dan, looking impossibly cute, impossibly hot as he says it.

  The red and blue siren lights of the cop car are still flashing, and I’m still feeling anxious.

  But, without even checking our papers, the officer bids us a good night, and tells us to more careful next time.

  “Give ‘em hell in the next game,” he says, waving at us jovially, before turning to his police car.

  “Nice guy,” says Dan, getting back into the car.

  “I thought he was going to arrest us for sure,” I say.

  “Nah,” says Dan.

  With the anxiety fading, my desire for Dan returns, and it returns strong. I want his lips to be on mine again, and I want his hands on me. I want him.

  But I figure we can’t exactly sit here in the car. The officer was nice, but he’s clearly waiting for us to leave the deserted park, so I crank the engine and drive slowly towards home.

  I don’t know where to go. Will it seem like I want Dan too much if I pull over the car and just start making out with him again? The spontaneity of the park moment is long gone, and I just can’t figure out the strategy of it this time… How did Dan make it seem so casual?

  “Well,” I say awkwardly as I pull up to Dan’s house. “Here we are.”

  I look over at Dan and he’s staring at me and grinning.

  “You want to come in?” he says.

  “Oh,” I say, conscious that I want to come in more than anything in the world. “But what about your parents?”

  But that makes me sound like I want him! I think to myself, nearly screaming at myself in my head.

  Dan chuckles. “They’re asleep,” he says.

  I’m going to do it, I think to myself. I’m going to go in, and I can barely wait until I wrap my fingers around his hard, naked cock. I can almost see it before me, massive and hard in my imagination.

  I stare ahead of me, out the windshield, looking at the cold white glow from the streetlights.

  Suddenly, I remember I need to get home. My dad’s going to be needing his medication before he goes to bed. Shit, it’s always something.

  “Sorry,” I say. “I really would like to, but my dad… I need to get home…”

  “Oh,” says Dan. “That’s OK. I understand. It must be really hard for you, with him being sick and all…”

  I nod my head stiffly.

  “Well,” says Dan. “I’m not heading back to school for another few days. Want to hang out tomorrow?”

  “Of course,” I say.

  “Great,” says Dan, kissing me again full on the lips.

  We almost fall into another intense make out session, but I force myself to pull away from him, saying I’ve really got to get going.

  Dan winks at me as he gets out of the car, and I watch him jogging lightly up to his parents’ house.

  I drive back in silence to my dad’s house, where I sit in the car in the driveway, thinking about tonight, and, honestly, dreading the moment I have to go in and see my dad. Each day, his illness gets more severe and harder to take. It’s just hard seeing him deteriorate like this right before my eyes, no matter what I do.

  Dan

  I went to sleep with my cock rock hard, and I wake up with it absolutely straining the sheets.

  I can’t stop thinking about her. All last night I thought about her, the way her body looked and felt. I can almost still taste her lips on mine, the memory still fresh and delicious.

  I never noticed her before, honestly. But now that I’ve come back from college, she’s grown curves like nothing else. She’s a woman now, a real woman, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Just thinking about her drives me completely wild.

  I close my eyes and picture the curve of her breasts, and the way her thighs looked sitting in the driver’s seat. I picture her ass as she had her back facing me, talking to the cop.

  My hand is moving along my cock, slowly at first, and now rapidly. My breathing is getting faster.

  In my mind’s eye, Chloe and I are all alone in the middle of the football field (yeah, yeah, I know, I know), and there’s no one else around. It’s the middle of the night, and she faces me and gives me a shy but seductive look, beckoning me forward.

  My imagination goes rampant now. In my waking-dream, Chloe pulls off her top and her breasts pop out.

  My cock is raging hard against my hand. My hand’s moving fast now, in a blur, as my imagination runs wild with the image of Chloe.

  My whole body tenses and my breathing is ragged. I come, my cock exploding into the tissue paper.

  I head downstairs to the kitchen and pour myself a couple glasses of milk to go along with some cereal. Coach recommends that I drink up to two quarts of milk a day, to get stronger, to help me bulk up.

  Tossing the dishes into the sink, I head into the hallway, towards the front door. I’ve got a hankering, as my dad would say if he was hungry, to see Chloe. Doesn’t matter to me if it’s morning.

  “I’m going for a walk,” I call out, already putting on my coat.

  “Where to?” says my mom, appearing from the living room, holding a thick book she was reading.

  “I thought I’d see if I could help Mr. Parsons with something,” I say. “Just last night he was talking
about needing some help with the attic.”

  “You don’t fool me one bit, Dan,” she says, peering at me over her reading glasses. “You don’t care about his attic.”

  “But I want to help him,” I say.

  “Only because you’re… interested in Chloe. I saw the way you were looking at her yesterday during Thanksgiving dinner.”

  “What’s the problem?” I say.

  “She’s a nice girl, Dan,” says my mom. “Don’t mess with her head. You’re going back to college.”

  “I know what I’m doing,” I say, heading out the door.

  Chloe’s house is only a couple houses down. It’s funny I didn’t see her much in high school, but then again I was always running off with the football team, driving around chasing the cheerleaders and girls from the nearby private schools.

  The wind has a chill to it and the dead leaves are blowing through the streets.

  Chloe’s dad’s house was once a fancy Victorian, common in this part of Pennsylvania, but it’s since fallen into a state of disrepair. Ever since Chloe’s mom died, and her dad got sick, the house hasn’t been a priority.

  Chloe appears at her door almost as soon as I ring it.

  “Hey,” she says, shyly grinning at me. She’s peeking around the door, holding it open just a crack, but I can still see that she’s wearing some gym shorts that she probably slept in and a halter-top. I can see more of her skin than I could yesterday or last night—after all, it’s cold out.

  “Hey there,” I say.

  She stares at me, and giggling a little.

  I can’t help but grinning at her. Are we both thinking the same thing?

  “You going to let me in?” I say.

  “I have to get changed,” she says, making as if to close the door.

  “You’re not going to close it in my face, are you?” I say.

  “Of course not,” she says, after a pause.

  She lets me in and I can’t keep my eyes off her. Her legs shine and her skin is smooth and silky looking. I can’t wait to touch it again.

  I’m halfway towards her, headed for an embrace, when her dad appears.