Babymaker: A Best Friend's Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  My knee was aching, so I took my time. I was the last guy dressed, and I walked slowly out of the facility, heading back toward my apartment building. I probably should have gotten a car, just to minimize any work on my knee, but I felt stupid getting a car for a ten-minute walk.

  Just as I left the facility, I noticed someone suddenly step onto the sidewalk up ahead of me. I usually didn’t mind that sort of thing, but I suddenly tensed.

  It took me a second to recognize him. Tony smiled as I slowed down.

  “Hey there, buddy,” he said.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  Tony was tall, though not as tall as me. His hair was cut short and he had tattoos all along his chest. He wore slacks and a clean white dress shirt, and he was smiling at me casually.

  “I just wanted to check in with you.”

  “This is not okay. We can see my fucking practice field from here.”

  “So what? They don’t know who I am.”

  “Fucking asshole.” I started walking, and he fell into step next to me. “Extorting me for cash isn’t bad enough?”

  “I’m not extorting you. I’m just implying that you should make some legitimate bets with my organization.”

  “Right. Because if I don’t, you’ll ruin me.”

  “We’re friends, Owen. We don’t ruin our friends.”

  “You just extort them.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “We’re going to go in circles at this rate.”

  “What do you want?” I asked again.

  “I just want to say hello, remind you that we’re around.”

  “I thought that phone call was for that.”

  “You sounded unhappy on the phone. I thought I needed to come see you.”

  “You saw me.”

  “Don’t forget what we did for you, Owen. We made your life good. We helped your career.”

  “And now you’re making me place bets on my own sport just to keep me in your fucking back pocket. And for what?”

  He shrugged. “We like to cultivate favors. One day we’ll need something, and we’ll come to you.”

  “Like the fucking Godfather.”

  “Just like the Godfather. It may have been a movie, but it had some good ideas.”

  “I placed my bet. Now leave me alone.”

  “You’re our man. Don’t forget that.”

  I stopped and faced him. “Nobody owns me.”

  He smiled and kept walking. “We own you, Owen. Don’t forget it.”

  I watched as he waved and then crossed the street. He didn’t look back as he headed down and away, disappearing from view.

  “Fuck,” I said to myself, and slowly started back toward my apartment.

  I didn’t know what I was going to do about them. Between the mob and Taylor and my knee, I had enough to worry about for one damn lifetime.

  At least Taylor made me feel good. The others were just a drain on me, a stress. Taylor might have been difficult, but god damn if that wasn’t a good thing. I wanted the chase.

  Most of all, I wanted the feeling of finally getting what I wanted.

  13

  Taylor

  I didn’t know what to do or say around Owen.

  After I got home from his apartment, what had happened really began to sink in. I had done what I hadn’t wanted to do, given in where I’d wanted to stay strong. I had known what I was doing, and I’d wanted it, but it was such a big risk.

  He would be fine if we got caught, but I was expendable. Really, they were giving me a huge opportunity here, and I repaid them by sleeping with their up-and-coming star.

  That was just bad form.

  I was stressed all the next day at work. I went through our usual routine, but I kept it professional even when he wanted it to be more.

  But every time I touched his body, I felt something. It was a stinging spark rolling through my spine, a deep and dark feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew what it meant, but I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to give in to myself, no matter how badly I wanted it.

  Monday passed and Tuesday passed, and I managed to bite my tongue around him. I managed to not say what I wanted to say, even though I wanted to say it badly.

  I wanted to tell him that the feeling of his fingers deep inside me was something I’d never experienced before. I wanted him to know that I was dripping wet every time I touched him, that all I thought about was him fucking me rough, his strong hands gripping my hips as his cock slammed into me.

  I wanted him to know that I was a soaking, dirty girl for him.

  Tuesday night, I was alone in my apartment. As I sat there watching crappy reality TV, feeling tired and trying not to think about Owen, my phone rang.

  I answered it without thinking.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello. Were you just thinking about me?”

  Of course it was him.

  “No,” I lied.

  “I’m thinking about you.”

  “I thought I told you I wanted to keep this professional.”

  “I’m at the training facility right now. I was thinking about getting some extra work in tonight.”

  “I remember what that meant last time.”

  There was a pause. I could picture the big grin on his face.

  “It means the same thing this time.”

  I bit my lip. I liked how forward he was. I liked how he didn’t pretend like he didn’t want me. He told me what he wanted and wasn’t afraid of that.

  “Send a car,” I heard myself saying, surprised by the words.

  “See you soon.”

  I sat back on the couch and crossed my legs for a second. I knew what I was doing, but I did it anyway. I knew, even when I pretended not to.

  I got up and put on my work clothes. I knew that was stupid and that I wasn’t fooling anyone, but I did it anyway. The car was waiting for me outside by the time I was dressed and ready.

  I sat in the back, nervous as hell as the car drove me over. Idly, I wondered who the driver was, and if he suspected anything. But the drivers were probably paid well and didn’t dime out the athletes.

  I got out of the car and walked into the facility. The place was empty, and I headed down to the training room. The lights were on when I walked inside.

  “Owen?” I called out.

  “In here.”

  I headed toward the back. As I got closer, I heard the jets of the hot tub. I walked into the back room and saw Owen sitting in the hot tub, grinning up at me.

  “Get in,” he said.

  I stood at the edge and had to make a decision.

  I could pretend like this was just another professional business call. I could pretend like I was there to help rehab his knee. I could do what my rational brain was telling me to do.

  Or I could do what I wanted to do. I could do the thing that I knew I really needed.

  As I stared at Owen’s smirking face, his muscular body wet and covered in tattoos, I knew what choice I was going to make.

  I slowly pulled my shirt off, all the while staring at his smirking face. He didn’t look away or even act surprised when I took my bra off, then my shorts, and finally my panties. I stood there, completely naked in front of him.

  “Get in,” he said again.

  This time, I obeyed. I slowly lowered myself into the hot water.

  I had made my choice. I knew what I wanted. I wasn’t pretending anymore.

  He pulled me into his lap and kissed me hard.

  14

  Owen

  Watching her strip down in front of me made my cock harder than it’d ever been.

  There was no pretending between us anymore. We both knew why she’d come to see me. She was finally giving in to what she wanted, what I knew she wanted.

  She was fucking gorgeous. Full, perky tits with small pink nipples. I loved her ass and her tight little pussy. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her hard, feeling her tongue in my mouth, loving the taste of her. She was a fuckin
g dirty girl getting into this hot tub completely naked, and I was going to reward her.

  I kissed her neck and teased her pussy with my other hand. She was dripping wet, even under the water. I could feel her slick pussy as I rolled her clit softly. She moaned, arching her back and kissing me harder.

  I pulled back and stood. She looked up at me, surprised. I got out of the tub, walked across the room, and shut the door. I flicked the little lock.

  She smiled as I walked back over.

  “Your turn,” she said.

  “My turn for what?”

  “Strip.”

  I grinned at her. “You want me to strip?”

  “Even things out.”

  I shrugged and pulled off my soaking wet briefs. My cock was hard, and she bit her lip, looking at me. I stepped toward her and she pulled me closer, kneeling down on the bench as I stood outside the tub.

  She bent her head down and took my cock between her lips. She began to suck me hard, like a starving fucking girl. She took my big dick between her lips and down her throat. I took a handful of her wet hair and pressed her down, pushing my cock down her throat, needing to feel every fucking inch of her.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. “I love seeing that fucking cock down your throat. Look at you. You’re such a fucking dirty slut for me, aren’t you?”

  She moaned and nodded as she pulled back, sliding my cock from her throat. A line of spit connected her lips to the tip of my dick.

  “Say it,” I commanded her, taking her hair in my hand and squeezing it hard.

  She groaned. “I’m a slut for you.”

  “That’s right.” I pressed my cock between her lips. “Suck that cock, you dirty fucking girl.”

  She worked me, her hands gripping the edge of the tub. I held her hair and worked her head that way, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. I pressed her down and held her there, groaning.

  “You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth,” I said as she pulled back, taking a deep breath.

  “Is this what you like?” she asked.

  “I fucking love it. I love pushing my big cock down your little throat.”

  “I want to suck you off. I want to taste your cum in my mouth.”

  “Then get back to work,” I commanded, and she began to suck me harder, faster.

  I groaned, pleasure rolling through my body. I wanted to own her, more than anything else I’d ever experienced. I wanted to make her mine in a way I’d never thought about before. I wanted to make every inch of her body mine, make her come for me again and again, make her beg to suck my cock. I wanted to come down her throat, come on her tits, come on her face, come in her tight little pussy. I wanted to fill her up and make her beg for more.

  I pulled her back.

  “Stay,” I said. She was kneeling, her ass in the air up out of the water, her hands gripping the edge of the tub. “Don’t fucking move.”

  I walked over to my jeans and pulled a condom from my wallet. I slid it on as I walked back over to her, loving that she had obeyed me, not moving a muscle. I got back into the tub.

  I got behind her and pulled her hair back, tipping her chin toward me. I took her hips and slowly teased her pussy with my cock.

  “Beg,” I commanded.

  “Owen, fuck me.”

  “How badly do you want me?”

  “I’m so wet. I need it. Please.”

  “Are you my fucking slut?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. I pressed my cock deep inside her.

  She moaned as I grabbed her hips and filled her up. I grunted, groaned, as I slid in and out slowly. Her pussy was tight as fucking hell, gripping my cock like a vice. I slapped her ass hard and pulled her hair back.

  “Tell me you fucking love this.”

  “I love your cock,” she moaned. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that.”

  “I can. You’re my fucking slut now. You’ll say whatever you have to.” I thrusted hard once, twice, three times and held it there. She gasped as I reached around her hips and found her clit with my fingers.

  I rubbed her there and slowly began to slide in and out again. I wanted to get her to the edge and hold her there before finally giving her what she wanted. I fucked her like that, my cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, our bodies mostly out of the tub. I loved her full ass and the way she moaned as she took my cock.

  I worked her clit with my other hand, rolling it in circles along her slick spot. She tipped her head back and moaned as I kissed her neck and wrapped my hand around her throat.

  I held her there as I started to fuck her harder. I slammed my cock mercilessly deep inside her, holding her throat and fucking her. I didn’t use any pressure; I just kept her head still as I fucked her, made her know that she was mine and she wasn’t going anywhere.

  She moaned and gripped the tub harder as I fucked that pussy hard. I knew what she really wanted as I pressed my cock deep inside her. I gripped her throat harder and she moaned, taking my big cock, letting me fill her up.

  I released her throat and took her hips, slamming myself into her. She moaned, loving my big, thick cock. I slapped her ass and pulled her hair, fucking her roughly and without mercy.

  I pulled back and turned, sitting back on the bench of the tub. I pulled her along, turning her around, facing her outward. She moaned as I pulled her back, sliding her down onto my cock.

  She began to ride me, my cock fucking her from behind as I braced myself against the side of the tub. I felt her tits and teased her nipples as she rode me up and down, sliding along my thick cock.

  “I want you to come on my big cock,” I told her. “I want you to come for me like the fucking dirty girl you are.” I pushed her forward, making her bend over as she rode me up and down.

  “Yes, Owen,” she groaned. “I’m so close. I want it so bad.”

  I reached around the front of her and rubbed her clit as she slid along my shaft. She rode me like that faster and faster, our skin slapping together, her pussy dripping wet as she slid along my length.

  I turned her face toward me and kissed her as she rode me faster. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as I slammed my hips into her, fucking her and holding her there, making her take my big cock.

  I released her. She leaned forward, her hands on her knees as she bucked back against my dick. I leaned back and spread my legs wide, letting her slide up and down my full shaft.

  She moaned, her head curled forward. She bucked back harder and harder, and I slapped her ass as she went. She moved faster and faster, her moans getting louder and deeper as she went.

  “I want to come,” she moaned, begging.

  “Go ahead,” I said. “Come on my big fucking dick.”

  She groaned and moved faster. I pulled her hair, holding it tight as her whole body tensed. I watched as she came on me, sliding back and back harder and fast, working my cock and sliding along it.

  I slapped her ass as she came, making her moan louder. Watching her get off drove me insane. Her whole body tensed and shuddered, going into slight spasms as she rode me.

  She slowly finished. I pulled her off and stood up on the bench. I ripped the condom from my cock, took her by the hair, and pushed my cock down her throat.

  “Suck it until I come,” I commanded.

  She moaned and went to work, letting my cock fuck her mouth and slide down her throat. I was so fucking close, and the idea of coming in her pretty little mouth set me on fire.

  I slid my cock deep into her throat, pushing her down by her hair, fucking her lips.

  “Oh fuck,” I grunted. “Swallow my fucking cum.”

  She moaned in response, and I could feel it building, building. I was inches away when she moaned again and looked up at me.

  I came in that moment. My orgasm burst through me, and I shot my cum right down her throat. She didn’t hesitate, just kept fucking sucking me, taking my big cock in her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed every single drop.

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p; I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. Finally, my orgasm ended. I sat back down on the rim of the tub as she breathed deeply, staring at me.

  I’d been needing that so fucking badly. I pulled her against me and held her as I breathed deeply, slowly coming down.

  “Damn,” I said finally.

  “Yeah,” she answered softly. “I agree.”

  I held her there, floating, feeling incredible. I’d never felt like that before in my life, and I knew that only Taylor could get me there.

  I wanted to stay in there forever as I held her, the warmth of the room washing over my body.

  15

  Taylor

  I couldn’t get the taste of him out of my mind. All that week, it felt like I had an amazing, pleasurable ache between my legs every time I was around him.

  We couldn’t see each other much outside our usual routine. The coach had him doing double time in the film room, studying up for the weekend’s game. It was a huge match, and the staff wanted him to be ready to carry the load.

  I knew that what had happened was a mistake, but I wasn’t going to obsess about it. There was just no reason. I had given in to what I’d wanted, and I had thought that would finally get Owen off my mind.

  It didn’t. In fact, it only made me want him even more. The memory of the way he made me feel kept me awake at night, dreaming about his body against mine.

  The man was incredible. He had taken me and owned me the way I wanted to be taken, the way only a man like him possibly could. There was no going back from someone like that. Once I gave myself to him, I knew I was his for as long as he wanted me.

  But I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I couldn’t read his mind. He was just so stressed about the upcoming game, so busy, which only made me worry about his knee more. His rehab seemed to be doing good, and he looked strong on the field, but I couldn’t tell with him. Owen was good at masking his pain.