Babymaker: A Best Friend's Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “I didn’t think you got them.”

  “I did,” he said. “You can’t imagine how they made me feel.”

  “Why did you ignore me, then?”

  He was quiet for a moment. “I was in another country, surrounded by violence and danger. I didn’t think I was going to make it back home.”

  “So what? You knew that going in.”

  “It’s one thing to know it, but it’s another thing to see it. When I got your letters, I realized that I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t string you along.”

  “Bullshit. You could have told me that.”

  “It’s the truth. I couldn’t respond because I didn’t think I was strong enough to. But those letters got me through some serious shit for a while there.”

  I chewed on my lip, unsure about how to feel. On the one hand, the pain of him ignoring me lanced through my chest and made me want to curl up into a ball and cry. I had a feeling he was just a one-night stand, but to have him completely ignore me just plain destroyed me. I got over it, of course, but at the time it was very, very painful.

  On the other, I understood what he was saying. He was in a war zone and he couldn’t allow himself to get involved with someone back home. Maybe it was for my sake or maybe it was for his own, but he had to do what he needed to survive. I couldn’t fault him for that.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “It doesn’t matter now.”

  “It does matter. I wanted to respond to you.” He reached out and took my hand suddenly. “I wanted to tell you exactly how I felt so many times, but I never had the chance.”

  “How did you feel?” I asked softly.

  He stood up and came around the table. He knelt down in front of me and put one hand on my cheek, eyes staring deep into mine.

  For a second, I thought he was going to say something. I thought he was going to confess some deep, inner secret to me. I could practically see it there, boiling under the surface.

  Instead, he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me.

  That was better than a secret. I’d take a kiss over a secret any freaking day, especially a kiss from Gates.

  His mouth worked mine, our tongues touching, and something came over me. I didn’t know what it was, but I had to see how far this would go.

  He took my hair, pulling me close, kissing me hard. I moaned against his lips as he pulled my shirt off and tossed it away, kissing me again. His mouth moved along my neck as he pulled me to my feet and pushed me against the wall. He took my wrists and pinned them up above my head, holding them there, keeping me firm and steady.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked me softly. “Have you been thinking about this?”

  “Yes,” I admitted. “Since the day you left.”

  “Good. I’ve been thinking about your lips, your breasts, your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Fuck, Piper, I’ve been thinking about you sucking me until I come deep in your mouth.”

  “I missed you the second you went away,” I heard myself say.

  “I missed your taste.” He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my pants. I moaned as he pulled them down over my ass and began to suck at my pussy over my underwear.

  “God, I love this,” he said, breathing deep. “Your smell, your taste. Everything about you.” He yanked my panties down and left them around my knees. His tongue slowly slid up along my wet spot until he found my clit.

  I moaned, lacing fingers in his hair as he began to suck and lick me. I was pressed against the wall, his face between my legs. His tongue rolled along my dripping wet pussy, lapping up my juices, licking my clit. He slid his tongue down further and pressed it inside of me, his hands on my ass. I moaned loudly, head tossed back, shudders of pleasure rocking through my body.

  “I missed this taste,” he said, looking up at me. “I missed those moans. I missed this ass.” He squeezed and smirked at me.

  “You’re the one that left,” I reminded him. “I’ve been here all along.”

  “I know that.” He stood up and cupped my chin, pushing my head back against the wall as his other hand found my pussy. His fingers spread me wide before plunging into my pussy, sliding deep inside of me.

  “I thought about you over there,” he said softly as he slowly fucked my pussy with his fingers. “I thought about you when things got hard. I’d stroke my cock and think about your pretty little lips wrapped around it. You like to suck my cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I gasped as his fingers continued to fuck me.

  “I know you do. Because you’ll do exactly what I want you to do.”

  “Gates,” I moaned, but he kissed me then, making me swallow my words. His fingers continued to fuck my pussy, sliding in and out, spreading my little pussy wide open. I moaned into his mouth and knew that I needed more from him, needed it badly. He was pushing me up to my limits and he knew it. I could tell he knew it by the way he smirked at me.

  “Please,” I groaned. “Give me what I want.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want to come.”

  “Not yet.” He pulled back and took me by the hair, pulling me over to the couch. He sat down on the back of it and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

  I quickly got his pants off and slid them away. He held onto the back of the couch with both hands as I began to stroke his thick cock, marveling all over again at him. He was so big, and I could barely remember how I fit him inside of me.

  I took his cock between my lips and slid him deep into my throat. I wasn’t holding anything back for him. I finally had Gates again, finally had the man I’d been secretly needing all these years. This was our second chance, and I wasn’t going to waste it.

  I began to suck him faster, loving the way he groaned. He took my head and pressed it down, pushing his cock into my throat before pulling me back up.

  “I love that pretty mouth on my cock,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl. You like it when I make you take it, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, and he pressed his cock into my throat again. I let him fuck my mouth like that, wanted him to keep doing it. I reached between my legs and rubbed my own dripping clit as he fucked my mouth. Pleasure rocked through me, intense pleasure and desire for him.

  “Fuck,” he said, pulling me back. “I love it when you moan with my cock down your throat. I love that you’re so fucking impatient for my cock that you fuck your own dripping pussy.”

  “I need it,” I moaned. I felt like I was a dripping wet mess of need and desire for him, and I loved it. I wanted to get messy with Gates, wanted to let all the dirty thoughts and needs and messy wants come to the surface.

  “Let me see that ass,” he said. “Stand up.”

  I stood up. I took off my bra and tossed it aside. I was completely naked as I turned around for him.

  “Bend over,” he instructed.

  I bent over, looking over my shoulder at him. He licked his lips and slapped my ass hard. I moaned and he did it again, harder, before grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him.

  He slowly pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy then slid me down his length. I moaned and grabbed onto his knees as I took him. Pleasure and pain burst through my mind as I eased down his considerable size, shocked again that I could take him and amazed at how good it felt. I began to slide back up, my body relaxing.

  “That’s right,” he aid, feeling my breasts, teasing my nipples. “Slide that tight cunt along my cock. I want you to feel every fucking inch.”

  I moaned as he pulled my hair back. I began to move faster, rolling my hips, taking his thick cock inside of me. I rode him like that as he pulled my hair and slapped my ass. He began to thrust along with me and I took his hard cock deep inside of me, filling my every inch, making moans escape my lips. I bucked back against him, sliding and working, rolling my hips.

  He pushed me off suddenly and grabbed my hair. I moaned as he roughly bent me over the kitchen table. I gripped its top as he slammed his cock back inside of m
e with a grunt.

  “Fuck, I needed this,” he said. “I needed this pussy, Piper. Your tight fucking cunt drives me insane, you know that? Your fucking body makes me harder than I’ve ever been.”

  He fucked me rough and deep like that. I loved how he controlled me so easily. His big body made me look tiny as he rocked into my pussy. He could easily pin me down and take whatever he wanted from me, and that thought made my pussy dripping wet.

  Pleasure was filling me as he fucked me. I could feel my orgasm coming on, and I needed it to overtake me. All of the bad shit that had happened recently was completely gone as Gates took my body and made me his. I knew I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me, and that thought only drove me to the edge.

  He suddenly pulled back and spun me around. He got me up on the table and on my back, spreading my legs wide.

  “I want to see your face as you come,” he said.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged as he slammed his cock deep inside of me. I was so dripping wet that he easily pressed inside completely.

  I held onto the tabletop as he fucked me, his muscular body rocking mine. He began to work my clit with his thumb, and I knew I was going to come. I’d been teetering on the edge for with felt like hours as his strong body worked mine. Sweat dripped down my breasts as he fucked me deeper, harder.

  “Go ahead,” he said softly. “Come for me. Come on my big, thick cock.”

  I moaned and gripped the table, my whole body tightening. My muscles tensed and began to spasm as a wave of pleasure and intensity overtook me.

  I came hard. His strong body held me as I came and he fucked me relentlessly, not holding back. Nothing else in the world was real to me except for that moment, and that moment was all that mattered.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “Watching you come like that makes me so fucking hard.” He thrust harder, deeper, destroying my pussy.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Come for me, Gates. Please, come for me.”

  As my orgasm ended, he pulled his thick cock out and began to stroke himself. Spurts of cum covered my chest as he groaned. I tipped my head back, loving every bit of his come.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as he slowly finished. He collapsed onto a chair as I laughed to myself.

  “Shit, Gates,” I said. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

  “Yeah, me too.” He got up and quickly found a towel. He helped me clean off as we laughed together.

  The trials of the last day were forgotten, if only briefly. In that moment, we were just two people alone together, post-sex and happy. My orgasm buzzed through my mind, making the world seem right.

  I knew it couldn’t last, but it didn’t matter. That moment was the culmination of years of dreaming and needing, and it exceeded everything I could have hoped. Gates was still the man that could get me off harder, faster, and more intense than anyone I’d ever met.

  For that brief time, that was all I needed.

  14

  Gates

  I felt light for the first time in nearly two years. It was like the heavy weight that had constantly been bearing down on me suddenly lessened. It wasn’t gone, but it was manageable. I felt like I could breathe again.

  As we slowly got dressed, I couldn’t help but smile and laugh. We laughed about basically nothing, but we both felt so damn good in that moment. Alone in my father’s cabin, I could almost forget about the men that were chasing after her. I could almost forget that bastard Tony’s dead evil eyes.

  “What was it like out there?” she asked me suddenly.

  I looked at her as I pulled my shirt on. “Out where?”

  “You know. In Syria.”

  I shook my head. “It was hard.”

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

  “Don’t be sorry. It’s just hard to talk about.”

  “Why? Painful memories?”

  “Painful memories, sure. But more that civilians can’t really understand anything I’m saying, not really. Not unless you’ve been in a war zone.”

  “I see. I’d have to experience it.”

  “Right, but that’s the last thing you’d want to do.”

  She smiled. “Good point.”

  “Just be happy I’m here with you.”

  “I am happy about that. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

  Just then, I heard a noise outside. I froze and Piper cocked her head at me.

  “What?” she asked.

  I held up my hand for silence and she looked concerned. I heard the noise again and quickly moved to the counter where I had left my gun. I grabbed it and moved to the front window, looking outside.

  There, coming up the long drive, was a pickup truck. It was red and rusting, the sort of beat-up old thing that guys kept running for years and years out in places like this. It was coming up slow, and I could only see one man in the cab.

  “Truck’s coming,” I said.

  “Who is it?” I could hear the fear in her voice.

  “Can’t tell. It’s one man, but I don’t recognize him.”

  “Could it be the mob?”

  “Maybe,” I said. “But I doubt it. Mobsters don’t usually drive beat-up trucks like this.”

  She came up next to me and peered out. “I don’t recognize it, either. Looks like a farmer’s truck from a movie or something.”

  “Stay inside. There’s a back door straight down that hall. If something happens, you go out that door and you run as fast as you can into the woods. Understand?”

  “And then what? I’ll get lost.”

  “There’s a town east of here, maybe ten miles off. You can cover that in a day if you try. Just look up at the sun and make sure it’s setting at your back.”

  “Okay,” she said softly. “But I don’t want to leave you.”

  “Do as I ask you,” I said sternly.

  She nodded as I stepped to the door. The sound of the approaching pickup got louder. I gave her one more look before turning the knob and stepping out onto the porch.

  The truck stopped about twenty feet away. The man that stepped out was in his sixties with a round belly and a thick bushy white beard. He looked like Santa Claus, except harder and meaner. He wore rumpled jeans and a dirty flannel shirt, despite the heat.

  He didn’t look like a mobster, not one bit. But the mob didn’t always do its own dirty work.

  “That’s far enough,” I called out. I held my gun loosely at my side, finger off the trigger, but in plain view.

  He took note of the gun but didn’t seem phased. “Who are you?” he asked.

  “I was about to ask you that.”

  “I’m Randy. I live around here.”

  “I’m Gates. This is my cabin.”

  Randy shook his head. “Ain’t your cabin. Last I heard, Ron King owned this place.”

  “Ron died a long time ago.”

  “Hmm. I guess he did.” Randy grinned at me. “Said your name was Gates?”

  “I’m Ron’s son.”

  “So you’re little Gatesy, eh?”

  “Just Gates.”

  “Your daddy used to talk about you. Used to say you were the smartest little kid he ever met in his life.”

  “How did you know him?”

  “Your father used to come out here all the time. I live not three miles away. We used to fish together, do a little hunting, play a little poker, get into trouble. That sort of thing, you know.”

  I nodded. My father knew all about getting into trouble. He was a bookie among many other professions, including a stevedore down at the docks and the owner of a very shady bar. I was pretty sure that he used to collect bribes for the Democratic Party back in the day, too. My father was not a stand-up guy, but trouble was something he always seemed to find easily enough.

  “Why are you here?” I asked Randy.

  “I been taking care of this place for years. I saw you pull up here, wondered who the hell you were.”

  “What took you so long getting up here?”

 
“I’m fuckin’ old,” he said. “Besides, the game was on the TV. I figured there’s nothin’ worth stealin’ in there, anyways.”

  “That’s true,” I said.

  “So what are you doing here? You wanna put that gun away now?”

  “I’ll keep the gun out.”

  “Suit yourself.” He started walking closer to me.

  “Stop,” I said.

  “Son, if you wanna shoot me, then fuckin’ shoot me. Lord knows I’ve lived long enough.”

  I sighed. I didn’t sense any threats coming from this old man, and his story seemed plausible enough. I could tell that he didn’t have any obvious weapons on him, and I figured that even if he did, I could outdraw him anyway.

  I slipped my gun into my jeans. Randy smiled big.

  “Well now, that’s better. You wanna tell me what you’re doin’ here after all these years?”

  “Hiding,” I said.

  “That so?” Randy said. “Not a bad place to hide, you know.”

  “I agree.”

  “How much supplies you got in there?”

  “Just what was already stocked.”

  “So my stock, then.”

  “My cabin. My stock.”

  Randy smiled. “Sure, Gatesy. Sure.”

  “Just Gates,” I grumbled.

  “Look, Just Gates. Why don’t we go inside? I’m tired and I know there’s a good bottle of whisky in there.”

  I stared at him for a second, not sure what to do. He was clearly just a nice old man, but I didn’t want to put Piper in any danger.

  “What did my father used to wear on his left hand?” I asked Randy.

  “That damn stupid Mason ring or some shit, whatever it was.” He grunted. “The hell you still testin’ me for? Must be hidin’ from somethin’ serious.”

  That was right. In every picture I’ve ever seen of my father, he always wore his masonic ring on his left hand ring finger. He rarely wore his wedding ring, though. I didn’t want to put Piper into danger, but this man clearly knew my father, and probably knew him better than I did.

  It was hard to pass up on the chance to talk to someone that really knew him. It was probably an unnecessary risk, but we were relatively safe. Plus, there was plenty of time to kill.