Stroked by my Dad's Best Friend_A Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “I told you, bro,” Blake said heavily. “We’re exclusive.”

  “I just didn’t know.”

  Sophia huffed. “You should have known. I mean, the other day you even told me you didn’t have any other girlfriends! You were lying!”

  “I’m sorry. I really don’t have any other girlfriends. I just thought you meant, you know, like any committed relationships. You are my only one that way.”

  “But you’re fucking other women?” she demanded. She felt betrayed, but her anger was dissipating. Adam looked genuinely remorseful, an expression that Tony had never shown her when she had caught him cheating. Plus, there was the real possibility of a misunderstanding here.

  “Yes,” he admitted, addressing the floor. “I’m so sorry, Sophia. I was just really horny.”

  “You are such a horn dog,” Blake said reproachfully.

  “Blake, could you stay out of this?” Adam snapped.

  “No,” Sophia said firmly. “We’re all in this together. That means we even fight together.”

  “So, I didn’t lose you? God, I would hate to lose you, Sophia.”

  Sophia had to turn away for a moment and breathe. Then she let all of her breath out in a big gasp. “No, you didn’t lose me. But this better be the last time I catch you with another woman, or you will. I can see it was a misunderstanding, but from now on, you better be faithful to me.” She pointed at Blake. “That goes for you too. When we agreed not to date other people, I implied that you couldn’t date other women, either. It’s me and me only. I guess I have to make that clear. I just assumed it was known to all of us. Is it clear now?”

  Both brothers nodded, looking like whipped school boys.

  Sophia regained her composure. “If you’re that horny, then how about you fuck me?” Then she began to take off her dress.

  Eagerly, Adam seized her and began to suck on her breasts. Blake knelt between her legs.

  “I want you to both fuck me against the window.” She pointed toward the big windows in their living room, visible through the bedroom door. “Let the whole world see.” She didn’t really want the whole world to know her secret, but caught up in the moment, she relished the idea of them both fucking her in the open. It was a sly way to be public without actually being public. How many people would see, anyway? She hoped that maybe that slut from the night club was downstairs and could see them. She wanted to reaffirm that Adam was hers and all hers.

  Adam hoisted her up over his shoulder and deposited her on the table where they often shared breakfast together after spending the night together. She leaned back, exposing her perfect body to them, her nipples hard as nails and thrusting up into the air. Blake bent before her, suckling on her delightfully full and pink flesh, slipping his tongue in and out of her wet, warm cave.

  “I’m so sorry. You’re the only one I could ever want. No other woman compares to you,” Adam told her.

  She just looked at him to shush him, and then took his full length into her mouth. She enjoyed the sensation of him filling her mouth, pressing into the back of her throat, almost making her gag. He had a very full cock and she rubbed her lips up and down the shaft of it, relishing in its thick fullness. With one hand, she cupped his balls and began massaging them. They were swollen and full, ready to burst already. She slid her tongue in circles around his tip as Blake did the same to her clit.

  Then suddenly Blake filled her with his full, hard cock. She had to let go of Adam’s cock to let out a loud moan. With a sharp grunt of desire, Blake began to thrust into her, filling her and making her entire body tingle with ecstasy.

  Adam continued fucking her mouth. The feeling of them inside of her almost pushed her over the edge. She felt so full as they both thrust into her, finding a tandem rhythm that rocked her world. This was all so so hot, none of them could stand it a moment longer. Incredibly, they once again came together in an intense, earth-shattering three-way orgasm.

  Seeing that Sophia was still in ecstasy, Blake knelt before her and licked her pussy while rubbing her clit. Sophia was especially tender and sensitive and still quite horny, and she soon succumbed and came a second time, arching her back and tipping her head backward so that she could see outside the window. No one seemed to be watching; they had the whole world to themselves. As the two men worked tirelessly to pleasure her, she leaned up and began to stroke both of their cocks until they were hard again.

  Then they each entered her again, Adam going first this time. She felt as if she were on a seesaw of pleasure as they drilled in and out of her. The feeling of their strong arms around her and her nipples rubbing against Blake’s chest made her reach a third orgasm, the strongest one yet.

  Gasping for breath, she relaxed into Blake and let them each finish again. Their warm seed filled her. They were all panting, and each mopped the sweat off of their brows.

  “Shall we take a shower?” Adam proposed. He was still slightly hard. Sophia licked his cock, enjoying the taste of him as well as her on it.

  Fortunately, or as they might have once designed, the shower was huge – big enough for the three of them to fit in comfortably. In the shower, both men rubbed her body down and lathered her with soap. They massaged her back, making her groan as relaxation spread throughout her body. She had not realized how tense she was from both work and the stress of catching Adam with another girl earlier. To please her, they would flick her nipples and her clit, making her cry out in pleasure.

  Then it was her turn. She wanted both men to be happy, too. She rubbed them down with soapy lather and then stroked their hard cocks while the hot water washed them clean. They caressed her and she caressed them. When they touched tongues, her heart almost burst from beating so hard. How was it possible that she could want them both again?

  After drying off, they collapsed in bed, Sophia lying between both men. They wrapped their arms around her and cradled her as she drifted off into a deep sleep. Not only was she thoroughly exhausted from the great sex, but she was comfortable knowing that both men were now committed to her. She honestly trusted them and felt that she had nothing left to worry about. And she had let go of all anger against Adam, for she knew that he was genuine and did not mean to hurt her. It was nice to be in a relationship where she did not have to feel worried and lied to and betrayed. For once, she could sleep soundly in the arms of a man, well two men, who really loved her and wanted nothing but her happiness.

  Chapter 9

  Sophia had never been happier. She had settled into her job, was getting along great with her co-workers, and was really enjoying going to work each day. Her writing was being well reviewed and she had recently been given a regular column to write about business executives and social events they attended. It was perfect! On her own social front, things could not have been better because she was dating not just one handsome, interesting, wealthy man, but two!

  Things went swimmingly for Sophia, Adam and Blake for several months, with Sophia being wined and dined four or five nights a week. All that food and alcohol, however, were taking their toll. Sophia vowed to step up her exercise routines to match her increased calorie intake. She had been going to the gym a couple days in the mornings before work, but when she noticed a little pudge developing on her hips, she started going pretty much every morning.

  Sometimes, however, when she had stayed out too late or was suffering from a bit of a hangover from the night before, Sophia missed her morning workout. On one such morning Sophia woke up feeling a bit queezy, which was strange because she hadn't had much to drink the night before. She had, however, been out with Adam and had consumed a tray of oysters, and so attributed her upset stomach to that. She felt better by the afternoon and so made up for her missed exercise by going to a hot yoga class after work.

  The next morning, however, Sophia once again work up with a queezy feeling in her stomach but decided to fight through it figuring she would feel better once she got out for a jog. She was normally a very healthy and energetic person, and it
was not like her to ever get sick, so after about the third day of nausea, Sophia made an appointment to see her doctor.

  She had been seeing Dr. Martinez since her family had settled in New York. He was distantly related to them somehow, which is why they chose him for their medical care after coming to the States. Early in her relationship with Tony, when they first got engaged and began having sex, a good year before they decided to start conceiving, she had gone to him for birth control pills. Many times she had also visited him concerning her troubles conceiving, and he had always assured her that she was fine and that she just had to keep trying.

  It was good to see his warm, kindly face again. He was a kind man. “Hello, Mrs. Garcia,” he greeted her.

  “Dr. Martinez, Tony and I are getting divorced. It’s Miss Nueva now,” she replied. That felt liberating to say.

  He did not seem surprised. Probably the news had already reached him since her mother and Angela both went to him almost weekly for various imagined health conditions they thought they had. He had probably only called her Mrs. Garcia out of politeness. “I am sorry to hear that.”

  “It is for the best.”

  “Well, what brings you in today?” He pulled out her chart. It was long, covering the past twenty-eight years, from her first baby shots to her most recent fertility tests.

  “I have not been feeling well. I had oysters and think I caught some sort of stomach bug, I think. I was wondering if you could see what is going on and maybe prescribe me something to help. I miss feeling normal and I’m tired of being sick.”

  Dr. Martinez asked a few more questions and they spent a few minutes going over her symptoms.

  “And this is something that Vicks hasn’t cured?” He smiled.

  It took Sophia a second to realize he was making a Mexican joke. Mexicans swore by Vicks to cure almost all ailments. “I doubt Vicks can help my stomach, but I suppose I should have tried that. Don’t tell my mother.”

  He laughed. “Well, let’s take a look. I’ll do a couple of tests and see if you have the flu or food poisoning and we’ll go from there.” He got up to get his nurse, then paused. “Have you taken a pregnancy test?” he glanced at her awkwardly.

  “No,” she responded quickly. Taking a pregnancy test was not something that she ever considered doing anymore. “There is no way I could be pregnant,” she added. She didn’t want Dr. Martinez to think that she was being a whore.

  “OK. Well, just to be sure, we can do a pregnancy test.”

  “You know that I can’t get pregnant, Dr. Martinez.”

  He sighed. “We’ll just test to rule it out. It’s standard protocol.”

  She nodded. She would get to endure yet another negative pregnancy test. Great.

  The nurse came in and drew her blood. Then Sophia read a magazine as they ran the results. Dr. Martinez reentered the room suddenly and Sophia smiled. He would not look her in the eye as he took a seat.

  “So? What is wrong with me?” she prompted.

  Dr. Martinez still wouldn’t meet her eyes. She began to panic. Was something seriously wrong? He had never delivered bad news to her before.

  “Sophia,” he said, finally looking at her. “I know you are not expecting this. But you tested positive for HcG.”

  “What’s that?” She was bewildered. Was that some new disease? Did she contract some type of STD from the Franklin brothers? They were playboys before they met her!

  “It is the pregnancy hormone. It means that you are expecting.”

  Sophia gaped. Then she laughed. “There must be a mistake.”

  He handed her a sheet of paper with the declaration of pregnancy. “There is no mistake.”

  “There must be. Maybe you mixed up my blood sample with someone else’s.”

  “You are welcome to take a second test or get a second opinion. But I assure you, there has been no mistake. You really are pregnant.”

  “Oh my God.” She stared at the proof of pregnancy, just baffled. “This is unbelievable.” Then she looked up at him. He appeared to once again be averting her eyes and he did not seem approving. Clearly he was not interested in knowing who the father might be. And honestly, Sophia had no idea, either. What was perfectly clear, however, was that if somehow she really was pregnant, it would not be Tony’s. It had been over nine months since she had been with him last. So it had to be…

  She left the office in a hurry, barely saying good-bye to Dr. Martinez and his secretary. She prayed that they would not disclose anything to her mother or Angela. The first place she ran to was the CVS down the street, where she picked up a First Response. Then she rushed into the restroom and used the test.

  Two pink lines appeared.

  “This can’t be real,” she muttered. She had to lean against the sink to steady herself as she almost fainted. The world spun around her. Again, she wondered if she was locked in some sort of dream state. This couldn’t be real, right? For years she had tried to conceive and gotten tests with only one line, one line that seemed to mock her. Sometimes she would hold it to the light, hoping to see some faint second line that was hiding from her because the test was too early. But now, that second line was glaring and there was no doubting it. The papers in her purse also screamed the same news: she had a baby forming inside of her womb! And clearly it was a Franklin baby, but whose?

  Sophia had a date planned that night with Blake. But she was in no mood for a date. “Emergency meeting,” Sophia texted both brothers as she rode a taxi home. It was rush hour and the taxi was moving with infuriating slowness. “Meet me in my place in an hour,” she sent another text. As she typed, her fingers shook. It was hard to form words properly. Her mind was numb but her text came out jumbled and several times she had to use autocorrect to form her sentences correctly. Even the taxi driver asked her if she was all right, and she had to fake a smile and tell him that she was fine.

  “Everything OK?” Blake texted back immediately. Shortly after, Adam texted the same thing.

  “I am alnost home. We need to meet ASAP. Its importnt,” she wrote. Her hands were shaking. All of her body was shaking.

  Finally, in her penthouse, she craved wine. But that was no longer an option. She paced and bit on the ends of her nice acrylic nails as she waited for the brothers to show up. They both said they were stuck in traffic back from the office as well.

  When they finally came in, they both looked concerned. “What’s wrong?” they demanded when they saw what a nervous wreck she was.

  Sophia didn't know how to begin. So she suggested the boys both sit down. She poured them each a stiff scotch. After a few moments of rambling and fumbling about what to say, Sophia decided she had better just show them, and cautiously pulled out the positive pregnancy test and the proof of pregnancy letter. She could feel how pale her face was, and she expected each of their faces would soon look the same.

  “What?!” Adam cried. Then Blake sat down, rubbing his thighs.

  “I thought you said you couldn’t get pregnant,” Adam went on.

  “I really thought I couldn’t.” She gestured toward the paper. “I was feeling nauseous, so I went to see my Doctor. The blood test came back positive. At first I really thought it was some mistake. So I went to the CVS and bought another test. The First Response was positive, too."

  “What?” both brothers repeated. They were in shock.

  “I'm sorry,” she said. Sophia was terrified of what they were going to say. She held herself tense, even her vocal cords tight with apprehension. She searched their faces with terror, looking for signs of anger or abandonment or coldness. Coldness would be the worst possible reaction! Neither man was ever cold to her but that’s how Tony always was and she could not bear it. Coldness meant total abandonment and emotional detachment. It meant that she did not matter. And she prayed that that would not happen.

  Neither brother looked cold or angry, however. They just seemed confused, making their faces unreadable.

  Adam was the first to find his voice.
“Sophia, it’s not bad news. It’s good news, actually. I’m just…I’m just really surprised right now.”

  “Me too,” Blake uttered.

  “So whose is it?” Adam asked without thinking. After all, it was the question that they were all wondering about.

  Sophia threw her hands in the air. “There is no way to tell. I have been having sex with both of you. It could be either of yours.” She let it sink in for a moment. "The one thing for sure is that it's one of yours - one of you is the father."

  “We could get a DNA test,” she finally volunteered when neither brother said anything. “They even do them in utero. We could find out soon whose it is.”

  “I think it is mine,” Adam declared. “I always knew I would have a son first. And we had sex first.”

  “You always knew that, huh?” Blake snorted. “That’s so dumb. Just because you came in first doesn’t mean that baby is yours. We have both doing that without any protection for the past few months.”

  “I just know it’s mine.”

  “I guess everything has to be yours, right? You always have to be the winner?” Blake’s eyes were hardened and he seemed to be antagonizing Adam. Sophia had never seen that side of him before.

  Adam’s face turned red. “I’m so tired of you competing with me.”

  “Stop!” Sophia spread out her arms. Both men froze, then turned to face her, surprised by the sudden shout.

  “Do you really think arguing about who the father is is accomplishing anything right now? We will not know without a DNA test. And I frankly don’t care who the father is right now. I have bigger problems on my mind. We’re all in this together, or so I thought.”

  “I guess that’s true,” Adam finally conceded.

  “We are all in this together,” Blake agreed. He seemed sheepish, embarrassed that he had shown Sophia his ugly side. She sensed that some sort of brotherly competition existed between them and thirty years of that competition had caused him to become so bitter and heated so fast. Maybe even work problems were part of it. But she forgave him instantly.