One in a Million: A Single Parent's Second Chance (Lost in the Woods Collection Book 1)

by Mia Woods

  “This is heaven,” I moaned, grabbing another onion ring. “I love it.”

  Billy laughed. “God damn I’m glad you like to eat,” he said. He snickered. “So many girls are like, get me a salad. You know? It’s damn annoying.”

  I laughed. “I stopped caring about that stuff before I turned thirty,” I said. And when I had my son, I added mentally. “Not that I’m much older than that,” I said quickly, blushing hotly. “I’m only thirty-one.”

  “I’m thirty-five,” Billy said. “It ain’t a bad thing. Women in their thirties are a little calmer, a little more confident anyway. I don’t mind.”

  I held my breath. I knew it was now or never. The last bite of food turned to ash in my mouth and I swallowed as quickly as I could.

  “I have a son,” I said, staring straight out the window. I crumpled the wrapper in my hands, then began tearing it into little bits.

  “So?” Billy turned to me. “I donated sperm once – strictly as a joke, mind you, but hey. It doesn’t matter.”

  I sank against the seat. The relief washed over me in a cool wave and I sighed again.

  “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I know I should have told you sooner – it’s just…well, I don’t date much…and I was having so much fun with you.”

  Billy smiled. He leaned over and kissed me, pressing his lips to mine.

  “It’s totally fine,” Billy said. He pulled away. “I get why you didn’t ask me to come in now,” he said with a smirk.

  I blushed. “Right,” I said sarcastically. “Because I was totally about to jump your bones anyway.”

  Billy raised his eyebrow. My blush deepened to a crimson red and I cleared my throat.

  “So,” Billy said. He let his hand rest on my thigh. “You got any other secrets?”

  I laughed. “Hardly.” The sensation of his fingers skimming across my denim-coated thigh was almost too much to bear. Electric thrills shot up and down my body with each touch of Billy’s fingers, and I found myself nearly squirming from excitement.

  “So you’re not a serial killer?” Billy leaned close, kissing my neck. Lust shot through my body and I moaned softly, arching my back and tilting my face to the ceiling. Billy kissed and nibbled his way down my exposed skin until he was nuzzling my collarbone. It felt so good that I wanted to cry out. My palms were sweating and my hands were balled into tight, excited fists.

  “I’m not,” I managed to say.

  “Hmmm…” Billy trailed off. He slid a hand under my shirt, caressing my lower belly. I moaned softly at the scorching sensation of his rough fingertips gliding over my body.

  “Do you have any secrets?” I moaned softly. Billy’s hand was inching towards my breasts and I desperately wanted him to stroke me there.

  Billy chuckled. His breath tickled my skin and I shivered. “Nope,” Billy said. He gently bit my neck and sucked until I moaned softly.

  I pulled away, breathing hard. When Billy looked at me, I could see lust etched on his face. In the dim light of the parking lot, his blue eyes were so dark they looked black.

  “I want you to come home with me,” I whispered softly. “But you have to promise to be quiet, okay.”

  Billy smirked. I blushed and swallowed in an attempt to still my frantic heart.

  “I can be quiet,” Billy said in a cocky voice. “But you? Well, that’s gonna take some real effort on your part.”

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  Once we got back to my house, Billy parked on the street and I led him inside on nervous, jellied legs. Elisabeth was passed out on the couch – I didn’t want her to ask any questions, so I decided I’d wake her up later, after Billy had gone home.

  “Be quiet,” I whispered again, creeping down the hallway and pushing open the door to my bedroom. Behind me, Billy was as silent as a ghost.

  When I closed the door to my bedroom behind me, I breathed a sigh of relief. Before I could think about what I was doing, Billy pulled me into his arms and kissed me. It was the first time we’d kissed standing up – I had to strain on my tiptoes to meet his mouth. Billy’s tongue slid between my lips and I moaned softly. He slid his hands down my body, squeezing my ass through my jeans, then scooped me up in the air. I wrapped my legs around him and Billy pushed me against the wall, kissing me intently.

  Pleasure and arousal swirled through my body in an intoxicating cocktail of lust. I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from moaning as Billy nudged my head up, nipping and kissing at my neck. As he carried me through the air and gently dropped me on the bed, I crawled on all fours and pulled him down on top of me. Despite being big and muscular, Billy was as graceful as a lion. He lay with one of his bulky, brawny thighs in between my own, pressing at my crotch. The sensation that shot through my body was heavenly, and I moaned softly as he pressed down hard, right over my clit. I was soaking wet inside my panties, and every movement was torture. Every time I moved, every time I breathed, the wet fabric of my thong pulled across my clit and sent heavenly pleasure gushing through my body.

  Billy was breathing hard and fast. He kissed me roughly, biting my lip until I moaned into his mouth. He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and pinned them over my head, holding down on the bed until my body was bucking against his. With his other hand, he reached up my shirt and gently stroked my stiff nipples through my bra until I was quietly begging him for more.

  “You’re so sexy,” Billy whispered. He nudged my head to the side and suckled at my earlobe until I moaned with pleasure. He traced his way down my neck, planting a line of scorching kisses from my chin to my collar. As eagerly as I could, I shoved my body against his, wanting more, wanting him completely and utterly.

  Billy made a groaning sound as he reached behind my back and snapped the clasp of my bra through my shirt. He pulled my shirt over my head and nudged my bra to the side. My nipples were stiff and when he ran his fingers over them, I thought I would die of pleasure. Billy dipped his head to my chest and sucked at the swollen skin until I was whimpering and biting my lip to keep silent. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, mingling slight, sharp pain with the torturous pleasure that was flowing through my body like mine. Underneath him, I wriggled and writhed.

  Billy let my hands free and I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him close. I slid my fingers under his polo shirt and pushed it up and over his head. The only light in the room was the moonlight filtering in through the window, but I could tell that he was muscular and covered with tattoos. Another pulse of arousal shocked my pussy and I moaned as he lowered his body to mine. The feeling of Billy’s amazingly smooth skin against my bare breasts made me flush all over. As he fumbled with the snap of my jeans, it was difficult to resist thrusting my hips in the air.

  Billy slid my jeans down my legs and tossed them to the side. He spread my legs with one of his big hands, tracing delicate circles on the inside of my thighs. I moaned, covering my mouth with both hands. The feeling was worse than torture – it was causing me to feel every cell, every nerve in my body with astonishing precision. Billy smirked as he traced a finger down the sodden crotch of my panties.

  “You smell fantastic,” Billy whispered. He crawled between my legs and nuzzled my crotch. Bucking my hips through the air, I pushed my pussy against his face. Billy tugged my wet panties down my legs. He climbed between my legs and kneeled there, leaning down to kiss me. I blushed when I smelled the faintest hint of arousal clinging to his nose and chin.

  I reached between our bodies and fumbled with the snap on Billy’s jeans, but my fingers were clumsy and thick. Finally, Billy chuckled and reached down himself to ease his jeans down.

  “Do you have a condom?” Billy whispered.

  “I have an IUD,” I said softly in his ear. “And this is the first time I’ve been with someone in years.”

  “Well then,” Billy said. He licked my earlobe and a shiver of lust crawled down my spine. “I’m honored.”

  Glancing down, I gasped when I saw his cock. It was as massive as a p
ole, and a small shudder of fear sailed through my body. He’s huge, I thought. I didn’t even think that was possible!

  Steadying himself with a hand against my hip, Billy slid inside of me. It felt so good that I cried out and threw my head back against the pillow. Billy buried his cock to the hilt, groaning and arching his back. We stayed like that for a few seconds, then began rocking our bodies in a sensual rhythm that made me gasp with pleasure.

  Everything was electric, sensual, bursting with energy. As Billy moved in and out of my body, I couldn’t keep from moaning and gasping and writhing on the bed. Pleasure filled every muscle and I closed my eyes to a bright kaleidoscope of colors swirling behind my eyes. Just when I felt myself building up to the peak of a powerful orgasm, Billy slid a hand between our bodies and gently rubbed at my swollen clit. I spread my legs as wide as I could, arching my back and grinding my pussy into his cock and hand as the intense arousal peaked in my lower belly.

  “God,” I moaned, clamping a hand over my mouth.

  Billy grunted and thrust and slammed against me. We were like one slick machine, moving and panting and sweating together. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close as I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to shed my own self and become one with my lover. Billy rubbed my clit harder and faster and my orgasm crested over my head like a tidal wave. It felt amazing and magical, like something gripping me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe. As my orgasm ripped through my body, Billy groaned and slid deeper inside than ever. He buried his face in my neck and bit, groaning into my sensitive skin. Inside of me, his cock twitched and pulsed and gushed.

  When it was over, my heart was still racing. Billy stayed inside of me, his muscles relaxing and his body softening on top of mine. My skin was so hot that I felt like I was on fire.

  “That was incredible,” Billy said softly. He pulled out of me and flopped to the side, holding out his arm. “Come here.”

  I was panting hard as I snuggled up against Billy and rested my head on his sweaty shoulder. The tingling sensations were still racing through my body as I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. My bedroom smelled like sex and excitement – something that I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

  “It was,” I said quietly. As much as I just wanted to lie back and enjoy intimacy and alone time with Billy, I knew that in a very short amount of time, I’d have to return to my duties as Alex Harding – mother extraordinaire.

  “You okay?” Billy brushed my sweaty bangs away from my forehead. He peered into my eyes. Even though the room was dark, I swear I could how beautiful and blue his deep eyes were. There was almost something familiar about them, like I’d known him for years.

  I nodded. “I am,” I whispered. “I’ll be right back, though.”

  As quietly as I could, I pulled a robe over my naked body. My skin was still flushed and warm from our lovemaking, and it almost felt like a crime to cover myself up again. But I knew I had to take care of Elisabeth before she woke up – or worse, before Jacob woke up.

  When I padded into the living room, Elisabeth was still there. She yawned and twisted into a more comfortable position, mashing her head down on one of the throw pillows. I swallowed nervously before walking over and gently shaking her shoulder.

  “Hey, Elisabeth,” I whispered. “You fell asleep. Time to go home.”

  Elisabeth slowly opened her eyes and yawned directly into my face. Then she gasped and rubbed her eyes with both fists.

  “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry,” Elisabeth said as she sat up on the couch and straightened her wrinkled shirt. “I can’t believe I fell asleep. Is everything okay? Is Jacob okay?”

  I nodded. “He’s fine,” I said. I made a big show of yawning and rubbing my mouth. “I’m exhausted, though, I’m going back to bed.”

  Elisabeth narrowed her eyes. “You already changed,” she said, nodding to my robe. “Everything okay?”

  I desperately hoped I wouldn’t blush as I nodded, trying to remain as businesslike as possible. As much as I was dying to gush about Billy, I knew that would have to wait for a less risky time…like after he’d already left my bed!

  “Yeah,” I said. “I’m totally fine. You need anything before going home?” I smiled painfully, hoping that Elisabeth would pick up on the hints I was hurling in her direction like shards of glass.

  Elisabeth shook her head. She grabbed her bag and jacket, and walked towards the front door.

  “Oh, Alex,” she said, turning around. “I’ve been meaning to ask, what are we—“

  “We’ll talk about it later,” I said, gently pushing her shoulders towards the door. “I really need to get some sleep.”

  We hugged and then Elisabeth finally left, closing the door quietly behind her. As I walked back to my bedroom, I felt like a burglar or a spy in my own home. This is ridiculous, I thought as I shed my robe and slipped into bed. I shouldn’t have to sneak around like a criminal! But then a wave of guilt crested over me and I knew that I was doing everything exactly right – there was no way I could think about bringing a man around Jacob unless things were really serious.

  And while Billy had been great in bed, I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be seeing much of him in the future.

  “Hey,” Billy whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “You alright?”

  I nodded, yawning and happily snuggling against his warm chest. “I’m fine,” I murmured drowsily. “Just so tired.” I yawned. “I really wore myself out with you.”

  Billy snickered. He stroked my hair and it felt so good that I almost moaned. It had been so long since I’d had anything like this – just cuddling and being close to someone, sharing their heat and enjoying their skin against mine. It couldn’t hurt to snuggle for just a few more minutes, could it?

  “You should go,” I whispered to Billy’s neck. “I’ve got to be getting to bed soon.”

  “Aw,” Billy groaned softly. “Come on, Alex. Just five more minutes, okay?”

  I knew that I should say no, but he was impossible to resist. I nodded.

  “Okay,” I whispered sleepily. “Just five more minutes.”

  Chapter Six

  “Mom?”

  My eyes flew open. Jacob was standing at the foot of my bed. His pajama shirt had ridden up on his chest, exposing his slight pale belly, and his blonde hair was sticking up in every direction possible.

  Bright sunlight was filtering in through the window. Panic shot through my veins and I bolted up in bed, yanking the sheet with me to cover my breasts. Glancing behind me, I noted with a cold wave of relief that the bed was empty. Thank god, I thought, wiping my brow with the back of my hand. He must have left hours ago.

  “Hi, sweetie,” I said, gritting my teeth. “What are you doing out of bed?”

  “Mom, it’s late,” Jacob said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other in a little impatient toddler dance. “I’m hungry.”

  “I know, baby,” I said. “Can you give me just one minute, please?”

  Jacob frowned. He was normally incredibly well behaved, but sometimes he got a little petulant if too much time passed between meals. I had a sinking feeling that this morning was one of those times.

  “Mom, I’m hungry,” Jacob said. His voice grew louder.

  “I know,” I said. “Just give Mommy a minute to get dressed, okay?”

  Jacob frowned. “There’s someone in the bathroom,” he said.

  “What?” My jaw dropped. “Are you sure?”

  Jacob nodded. “I’m hungry.”

  Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  I grabbed my robe from the floor and pulled it on, leaping out of bed and trying to cover my naked body before Jacob could get too much of a peek. Racing down the hall, I saw that the bathroom door was closed. There was a strip of light at the bottom of the door…and the unmistakable sound of off-key, masculine humming coming from inside.

  I knocked on the door.

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh, it’s me,”
I said quickly. “You need to leave.”

  The humming stopped. A few seconds later, the light vanished and the door opened. Billy was standing there, a towel wrapped around his naked waist. When he saw my expression, his broad smile faded.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Billy stepped forward and put a hand on my shoulder. “You okay, Alex?”

  I nodded. “You need to leave,” I said. “My son woke up and I don’t want him to know you’re here.”

  Billy nodded. “How about a breakfast date? The three of us,” he said quickly. “I’d love to meet Jacob.”

  I shook my head. “No,” I said. “Sorry. Billy, I really just need you to go.”

  I groaned as I heard the pitter-patter of little feet running down the hall behind me. When I turned around, Jacob was standing there. When he saw Billy, he blushed, then ducked behind my legs.

  “Come on, Jacob,” I said, reaching down and scooping my son into my arms. He was so heavy now that it almost hurt my back to carry him. “Let’s go make something to eat.”

  Jacob kept his eyes locked on Billy as I carried him into the kitchen. All of the happiness and satisfaction I’d felt the night before was quickly draining from my body, leaving me feeling tired and guilty and unhappier than I’d felt in a long time. What the hell was I doing, sneaking around with man like this? It wasn’t a good idea – Jacob was young, impressionable, and needed one hundred and ten percent of my attention all the time.

  I sighed as I set Jacob down in the kitchen. “What do you want for breakfast, honey?”

  Jacob stared up at me, pouting. His lower lip was jutting out so far that it almost looked swollen. His blue eyes were stormy, and I had the sinking feeling that a tantrum was coming on.

  “I don’t care,” Jacob said. He narrowed his eyes.

  “Sweetie, how about pancakes?”

  Jacob shook his head. “No.”

  “Waffles?”

  “No!” Jacob stamped his foot on the ground. “Who is that?”

  Shit.

  “He’s just a friend of Mommy’s,” I said quickly. “He’s leaving now, baby. It’s all okay – I promise nothing bad will ever happen to you.”