Babymaker: A Best Friend's Secret Baby Romance
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And to prove his point, he went back down, licking and sucking with a new intensity.
I moaned loudly and wildly, unable to stop myself. I’d never experienced this sort of intensity from a man before. He was going down on me like it was his favorite thing in the world, licking and sucking and fucking me with his fingers. He wasn’t holding back at all and there was no hesitation as I arched my back and let him do whatever he wanted with me.
The pleasure rocked through my spine and brain, making me forget everything else. I knew in the back of my mind that this was wrong, that I should be back downstairs with everyone else, but I couldn’t stop this. I just felt the pleasure building and building in my core, growing more powerful with each moment.
And suddenly, he stopped. I gasped as he grabbed my hips and turned me, putting my ass up in the air. He took my hair and pulled my head back toward him. I looked over my shoulder at him and he kissed me.
“Beg,” he whispered simply in my ear.
“Gates,” I said. “Please.”
He slapped my ass hard. I moaned.
“Beg louder,” he said.
“Please, Gates,” I said. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
He slapped my ass again and I moaned. Just then, he took my hips and I felt his cock press deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” I gasped, grabbing the sheets. Pleasure and pain sliced through me as he slipped easily deep inside of me. I was dripping wet, and so he could push without any problems, but he filled me to the brim. He was thick and long, and I couldn’t believe how easily he went deep between my legs.
“Shit,” he groaned. “You’re tight as fuck, Piper.” He slowly began to fuck me, hands gripping my hips.
He took my hair again and slapped my ass as his cock moved deep in and out, fucking me harder, rougher. I worked my hips back against him, needing his every inch. Pleasure blinded me completely, and I knew that this was what I wanted, what I really needed. Since the second I first saw him, I wanted that strong Navy SEAL to fuck my tight pussy from behind and make me beg for it.
He pressed my face down into the comforter as he fucked me harder. I moaned, rocking my hips back against him as he fucked me rougher, deeper. I wanted every inch, needed every inch. I was so outside of myself that the only thing I knew was more pleasure, more cock, more Gates.
He slapped my ass then took my hips again and spun me back around onto my back. He spread my legs wide and pressed himself deep inside of me again, holding my hips as he fucked me roughly.
I held onto the comforter as he put a hand over my mouth. “You’ll wake the whole fucking hotel,” he said, grinning. “You dirty fucking girl.”
He continued fucking my pussy, thrusting in and out, deep and rough. With his other hand, he began to work my clit with his thumb.
That was too much. It sent me over the edge as I held onto the sheets. I couldn’t help myself as I moaned loudly against his palm. He fucked me, working my clit, hand over my mouth. I couldn’t stop myself anymore.
I came hard on his thick cock. My whole body went into spasms as my back stiffened and arched. He grunted as I came, working me harder, faster, his cock deep between my legs. My orgasm passed through me, throwing me deep into pleasure.
“That’s right, come for me,” he said. “Come on my big fucking cock, Piper.”
The orgasm slowly passed, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me, cock pushing deep into me, his eyes intense. I knew he was close, and so I worked my hips, moaning for him, wanting his hot cum.
Suddenly, he pulled out. He pulled me down off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I quickly took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him fast as he jerked his own shaft.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and I tasted his cum in my throat. I sucked him faster, taking every drop as he came in my mouth. I swallowed him, loving his taste, loving that he came in my mouth like that.
Slowly, I finished, licking his cock clean.
“Good girl,” he said, and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me hard and deep and I kissed him back, an amazing ache between my legs. I felt like I was floating from the orgasm, and I wouldn’t ever come down.
“Fuck, Piper,” he said, grinning at me. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Yeah,” I said, breathless.
He pushed me down onto the bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked him. “We should get back downstairs.”
He laughed. “You thought we were done?”
I stared at him, surprised. “I guess so.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re mine for tonight.”
“But, the reception.”
“Fuck the reception.” He got into bed next to me. “Tonight, you’re mine. All night. We’re just getting started.”
I wanted to argue, but I knew it was useless.
I was putty for him. I was a melted mess of need and lust. I was still wet, despite my orgasm, and I knew I wanted more. If he could give me more, I’d take it all.
I’d take every inch of Gates and beg for more.
6
Gates
Piper was fucking insatiable. Which was good, since I wasn’t going to go easy on her.
That night, we fucked and sucked each other until we both collapsed from exhaustion. I couldn’t remember the last time I came that much in a single night, but the girl sucked me fucking dry with that perfect mouth and tight little cunt.
We fell asleep together, wrapped in sweaty sheets, spent and exhausted. I had no clue how long we fucked, but it was very late by the time we finished.
Early morning light streamed in through the window. I snuck out of bed and went into the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, looking at myself in the mirror.
The night before had been incredible, and Piper was amazing. But I knew I couldn’t get involved with someone, not yet at least. Not with my job still hanging over my head.
I was a Navy SEAL. The government owned my ass. I went where they told me, when they told me. I was lucky to get some time off, but I knew that time was quickly coming to an end.
In a few days, I was supposed to report to my base in Virginia, and from there I was shipping out to Syria.
I had no clue how long I was going to be overseas. It could be a few months, or it could be a few years. Piper didn’t know, hell, nobody really knew. I was keeping this to myself. I’d done enough tours of duty, and a lot of guys in my position would have retired from active duty already.
But I couldn’t imagine giving it up. I lived for the battlefield. It was the only place where I felt alive, felt right. I needed the feel of metal in my hands as I hunted down America’s enemies and destroyed them. That was what I was trained to do, and it was what I did very, very well.
I wasn’t supposed to get attached to anyone when I was home. And truthfully, I barely knew Piper, but I could already feel something tugging me toward her. I’d never felt something like it before, and didn’t know what it meant. But I knew that I wasn’t going to be staying around for long, and I couldn’t risk letting things go to far.
“Good morning.”
I looked up. Piper smiled at me. She was wearing my dress shirt from the night before.
“Morning,” I said.
“Last night was . . . “
“Yeah,” I said. “I know.”
“We need to get down for the breakfast. I should get going.”
“Okay.”
“See you later?”
I nodded. “Sure.”
She smiled and went back into the main room. She got changed back into her dress and then left.
I sat back down on the bed and breathed in the smell of sweat and sex. The memory of the night before came tumbling back through me, and I was practically hard already just thinking about Piper.
She was something fucking special. I’d never been with someone like her before.
I stared at the door and could see myself wanting more, needing more.
That was
exactly what I couldn’t risk.
“Fuck,” I said out loud to myself softly.
Fucking Syria. I shouldn’t have done that last night, shouldn’t have let myself feel something like that. SEALs weren’t supposed to get close to anyone, since we could be called on to die at any moment. I was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for my country, but I didn’t know if it was fair to ask someone else to be involved with a man like that.
I stood up and automatically began to pack. I didn’t have much to put away, since everything I carried fit inside of my field pack. I was trained to pack light and fast, which I did. Once I was dressed and everything was tucked neatly into the bag, I stood there, surveying the room.
I knew that I was expected at breakfast. I looked down at my watch and shook my head.
Another time, maybe.
I quickly left the room, getting away from the smell of Piper that still lingered in the air. I grabbed a cab out front and it drove me out to the airport.
I stood in line at security and let my mind wander. I only had a few days before I had to ship out, which meant it just wasn’t worth trying to see Piper again. Besides, we didn’t even live in the same city.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. I didn’t know why I kept thinking about her. It didn’t matter. We had one night together, just a one-night stand. I’d never left a woman like this before and wanted more, and yet there I was, still daydreaming about Piper.
I couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking. Maybe she was angry that I skipped breakfast and disappeared, or maybe she didn’t care. I had no clue if she saw it as just another one-night stand, or if she wanted to see me again.
It didn’t matter. I didn’t fucking matter. I was going to war. I had to forget about this fucking girl and move on with my life. I couldn’t afford to be distracted, not when my job was so demanding.
Soon, I was through security and I found myself sitting at the terminal, flipping through my phone. My flight wasn’t for another couple hours, and so I had plenty of time to kill.
And plenty of time to think.
I leaned back in my plastic padded chair and sighed. I was going to keep obsessing about seeing this girl again. I just fucking knew it.
I might as well do something about it.
I found the hotel’s phone number on their website and called the front desk.
“Hello, how may I help you?”
“I’m looking for a guest that’s staying with you.” I paused, realizing that I didn’t know her last name. “She’s there for a wedding. Her name is Piper.”
“Last name?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t have it.”
There was a pause. “One moment.” I heard her typing. “We have a Piper Bowers here.”
“That’ll work.”
“I’ll put you through.”
There was a pause and then the line began to ring again.
It rang and rang. I was about to hang up, figuring she was still at breakfast, when suddenly someone grabbed the phone.
“Hello?” she asked, breathless.
It was her. It was Piper. “Hey,” I said.
She paused. “Gates?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Oh. Why weren’t you at breakfast?”
“Had to get going.”
“Oh.” I heard the disappointment in her voice. “Well, okay.”
“Maybe this is crazy, but in my line of work, you can’t afford not to just go for what you want.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding a little surprised. “What do you want to say?”
“I want to see you again.”
“I’d like that.”
“But I can’t,” I went on. “I’m shipping out to Syria in a few days. I’ll be gone for a while, probably.”
“I see.” She sounded disappointed. “I understand, I guess.”
“I don’t know why I felt like I needed to tell you that, but there it is.”
“Can I write to you?”
“You can,” I said. “I might not be able to write back.”
“That’s okay.”
“Good. Write to me if you want. Otherwise, good luck with life, Pipes.”
“Yeah. Okay. You too, Gates.”
I paused, wanting to tell her how I couldn’t get her out of my head, but instead I hung up.
Closure. That was what I needed. I couldn’t say why, but I needed closure from that one-night stand. I knew that if I let it, that night could become much more. Piper could become much more.
I wouldn’t let it. Not while I was about to deploy.
I had to focus now. This thing with Piper is finished. I allowed myself one second of weakness, but no more.
I was a soldier, a SEAL. I was a trained killer shipping out to fight.
No more distractions. I couldn’t afford it.
7
Piper
Two Years Later
I stretched up toward the top of the cabinet, up on my tippy-toes, fingers straining to grab the jar. I managed to slide it inches, inches, but I couldn’t get my hand around it. I made a quick hop, knocked the jar, set it wobbling, and watched as it slowly dropped from the shelf.
And then he was there, another pair of hands. He grabbed the jar before it hit the ground.
“Tony,” I said, surprised.
He looked at me and smiled. “Careful.”
“Sorry.”
He handed me the jar of organic peanut butter. “This stuff is gross, you know. I hate that you have to stir it.”
“It’s better for you.” I took it from him and gave him a quick kiss. “Now go get dressed.”
He nodded and grumbled. “Yeah, okay.”
“We’re leaving in a half hour.”
“I know, I know.”
“We can’t be late. Lauren and Greg have been good to me over the years.”
“Yeah, babe. I get it.”
I sighed. Tony was a decent guy. He owned a night club downtown, and we met through the TV station that I worked for. He was promoting his place and I was reading the weather, and it was love at first sight.
Well, not really. Frankly, I didn’t like Tony the first time we met, but he eventually grew on me. We started dating about six months ago, and only just moved in together recently.
Tony wasn’t the man of my dreams, but he was nice enough. Lauren didn’t approve of him, but she could be so picky sometimes. It was hard to live up to her standards, and besides, she didn’t have to approve. Tony was my boyfriend, not hers.
I finished making the peanut butter and jelly sandwich on whole wheat bread and put everything back before sitting at the kitchen table and eating. I looked at my phone and Tony was still in the bedroom although we had to leave in ten minutes.
“Tony,” I called. “Are you almost ready?”
“Yeah, babe. Whatever.”
I sighed. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”
“I know, okay? I get it.”
Tony had a temper and was always late. I had to constantly be on his ass, or else we never would get anywhere on time. That was a big stress in our relationship. I tried to work around him, but sometimes he was just impossible.
I finished eating and put on my strappy sandals. I walked back into the bedroom and found Tony standing near the dresser in his underwear.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“What about these pants?” He held up some chinos.
“Tony, they’re great. Put them on. Come on, we’re going to be late.”
“Don’t nag,” he said. “We’ll get there. Relax.”
“You know there’s always traffic.”
“Sure, babe. Sure. I’m going.”
I sighed and left the room. I sat down in front of the television and stared at it absently. There was a commercial for the Navy on, and I frowned.
It reminded me of Gates. I hadn’t thought about him in almost a year, but suddenly that night came rushing back to me. The intense attraction
, the amazing feelings. I remembered it all so vividly.
I also remembered writing to him. I remembered hearing nothing, even after a few letters. I stopped writing because I felt totally crazy. We barely knew each other. We had that one intense night of passion, but that was all. The phone call the next morning sounded like he wanted something more, but it didn’t matter. He disappeared to Syria, and that was that.
I did nothing wrong. I didn’t feel bad. But every time I heard something about the armed forces, I couldn’t help but remember Gates. At least up until I met Tony and we started dating.
But watching that commercial made me remember that weekend. Probably also since we were going to Lauren and Greg’s housewarming party, and Gates was Greg’s best friend. I hadn’t heard anything about Gates from them, and I didn’t ask. I figured if something happened, they’d tell me. No news was good news, and I’d rather not know anything else.
“Okay,” Tony said, emerging from the bedroom ten minutes later. “Let’s roll.”
I stood and we headed out of our apartment. We found where he parked his black Lexus and climbed in, heading out into New York traffic.
Lauren and Greg bought a house out in Connecticut, in the suburbs. It was actually really close to the city, but the traffic made the drive take forever. Lauren used the train to commute to work every day, and Greg worked at a local VFW. They were renting for a while, but when Lauren got pregnant she decided that they needed to get a house. As soon as that baby popped out, they bought, and the rest was history.
The drive ended up taking ten minutes longer than anticipated, which meant we were twenty minutes late. I was pretty pissed with Tony as we pulled up, but I tried not to let it show.
“Be nice in there,” I said to him as we walked up the front steps. “I know you don’t love these guys.”
“I’m always nice, babe,” he said, although I distinctly remembered him and Greg nearly getting in a drunken fist fight two months ago over some stupid sports argument.
Lauren answered the door, a big smile plastered on her face. “Sweetie!” she said, and we hugged. “Pipes, how long has it been?”