Bastard's Baby: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance (Barone Crime Family) (Includes bonus novel Smash!)

by B. B. Hamel

  I quickly walked through the hallways, heading back toward my room. But instead of going inside, I walked past it and went down toward Kaley’s place. I quickly knocked on the door.

  She answered after a minute, holding Alexei.

  “Vince,” she said. “What do you want?”

  “Let me inside.”

  She moved and let me slip past. She shut the door behind us and turned toward me.

  “What do you want?” she asked again.

  “Pack your stuff,” I said. “You’re coming to stay with me.”

  She looked at me strangely. “What are you talking about?”

  “Get your stuff and Alexei’s stuff. You’re coming to stay in my room.”

  She bit her lip. “Why?”

  “You said you felt unsafe, right? Well, there’s no better way for me to keep you safe.”

  “I don’t know. Alexei cries all night sometimes, especially in a new room. He’s just getting used to this one.”

  “It’s fine,” I said. “We’ll survive a crying baby. Come on.”

  She looked at me for a second and then sighed and nodded. “Okay. But just to be clear, this is for Alex. To keep him safe.”

  I grinned at her. “Sure it is.”

  “Here,” she said and handed me the baby. “It’s for him. Don’t forget that.”

  I watched her ass move across the floor and felt my cock stirring in my pants.

  We both knew it was for the kid. But we also both knew it was because we wanted to be near each other, couldn’t get enough of each other.

  “You’re coming to live with me, little man,” I said to Alexei. “Your mommy pretends like she hates me, but we both know she doesn’t.”

  He just smiled up at me.

  31

  Kaley

  I didn’t know how I’d ended up here.

  One second I was staying in my own room thinking about how I could keep distance between me and Vince, and the next I was staying in his room, practically on top of him.

  “You can have the bedroom,” he said.

  “What about you?”

  He shrugged. “I have an apartment in the city. Most of my stuff is there, so it doesn’t matter to me.”

  “Really? I didn’t know that.”

  “Sure. I don’t live here.”

  “I would understand it if you did.”

  He laughed as he carried my bags into the bedroom. “It’s nice here, sure, but if you stay too long, you can go soft.”

  “And you don’t want to go soft.”

  He grinned. “Do I seem like the type that can be soft?”

  “I guess not.”

  He finished carrying my stuff into the bedroom and walked over to the little side table with liquor on it. He poured himself a whisky and held it up to me.

  “To mother and father living together,” he said, smirking.

  “Good one.”

  He knocked his drink back.

  “Make yourself at home,” he said, pouring another and then sitting on the couch.

  I watched as he loosened his shirt, unbuttoning a button. I stared at him for a second before quickly disappearing back into the bedroom.

  I shut the door behind me. “This will be good,” I said softly to Alexei. “This will be good. There won’t be any problems.”

  And as soon as I said the words, I knew that was totally wrong.

  I understood why he wanted me to stay in his room. Logically, it made sense. If there were problems in the mob and people wanted to see me get thrown out, it made sense to keep me as close to Vince as possible.

  But it was also so dangerous. My attraction to him was only growing stronger every day, and I was still pissed that he wasn’t backing down from murdering the Russians. It was dangerous to get too close to him, because Alexei and I might have to run at any time.

  Still, this was the right move. As I rocked Alexei, I couldn’t help but picture what I could do with Vince while living in his room.

  He’d be there every morning. Maybe he’d even come into my room, wake me up with his strong hands slipping down between my legs. I’d pretend like I was angry, of course, but truthfully I’d be soaking wet. I’d been having these dreams where I wake up in bed with Vince and he instantly begins to press his mouth against my pussy, eating me with an incredible hunger.

  I could feel myself getting excited just thinking about this fantasy, and so I quickly turned on the little television and sat in bed with Alexei in my lap, talking to him and bouncing him slightly.

  I couldn’t let myself get drawn into any fantasies. I needed to keep my head on my shoulders, because this little game was getting more and more dangerous every day.

  * * *

  Three hours later and Alexei still hadn’t stopped crying.

  He had started almost as soon as I’d put the television on. I didn’t understand it. I tried everything, tried feeding him and changing him, but nothing worked. I sang him and bounced him, I put him in his little chair, I walked him around the room, and nothing.

  I had been afraid this would happen, had even warned Vince of it. Alexei didn’t do well with change, and since we were in a new room, he was likely just reacting to that. He’d probably be crying on and off for the rest of the night, and I could already tell that I was in for a rough evening.

  It was so frustrating. I hated that I kept dragging Alexei around. I knew it wasn’t his fault, that I needed to give him stability, but I just couldn’t. And it wasn’t like I could explain that to him rationally or something like that.

  I felt terrible since it was getting late, but I couldn’t do anything. Alexei just kept crying.

  Vince lasted another ten minutes before he knocked on my door. “Kaley, open up,” he said.

  I went over to the door and pulled it open. “I’m sorry,” I said. “He gets like this when you change his surroundings. He likes stability and routine.”

  Vince stared at me. “Give him.”

  I cocked my head. “What?”

  “Give him to me.”

  “You want a crying baby.”

  Vince held out his arms. “Now.”

  “You don’t have to. I’m sorry. You can go sleep somewhere else if you want.”

  He just stared at me. “Kaley.”

  I sighed. “Fine.” I carefully handed Alexei over to Vince.

  And marveled at how the tiny baby basically disappeared into Vince’s large arms.

  “Okay, little man,” Vince said, walking away and into the living room. “I know it sucks in here, but it’s okay. Papa Vince has you now.”

  I just stared, completely floored, as Vince walked around the room, bouncing Alex slightly and talking to him softly. He seemed like it was a totally normal thing for him to be doing, not at all completely unexpected and strange. I knew he was able to get Alexei to sleep the other day, but I hadn’t actually seen it.

  And he was calling himself “Papa,” which was even stranger. Vince kept saying over and over that he didn’t know what he wanted with Alexei, wasn’t sure if he could be a father.

  But the proof was right in front of me. Vince was wrong.

  Being a father wasn’t about being perfect. Nobody was perfect, and everybody screwed up sometimes. Being a father was all about being there for your child, and Vince was clearly able to do that. When the pressure was on, Vince stepped up.

  Even better, it actually worked.

  I sat down slowly on the couch, absolutely blown away, as Vince kept walking circles. He went around and around for nearly ten minutes, rocking Alexei, talking to him, even singing to him at one point in Italian.

  And slowly but surely, Alexei calmed down. He went from bawling at the top of his lungs to only crying intermittently to finally falling sleep in Vince’s arms.

  I absolutely couldn’t believe it. He walked over to me, holding the little guy in his arms and grinning like mad.

  “Easy,” he whispered.

  “Holy shit,” I said.

  He s
mirked even bigger and then walked back into the bedroom. I followed and watched as he slowly and incredibly gently placed Alexei into his crib and stepped back.

  Alexei didn’t stir. He slept soundly, breathing deeply. Vince walked away and softly shut the door.

  “Holy shit,” I said again.

  “Right? Kid loves me.”

  “Vince, I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never been able to put Alex down when he gets like that.”

  “Guess he just needs a man’s touch.”

  I laughed, completely mystified. Vince poured himself another whisky, knocking it back.

  “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

  “Sure I did,” he said. “The kid kept crying, and I knew I could fix it.”

  “Shit,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Come here, mommy,” he said, grinning.

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “What? You’re my son’s mommy. I’ll call you what I want.”

  Reluctantly, I walked over to him, feeling something beginning to spread through my chest. He poured me a drink and handed it to me.

  “Here’s to crying babies,” he said.

  “I don’t want to drink to that.”

  He clinked my glass. “Too late.”

  I laughed as we both knocked our drinks back. I made a little face. “Gross.”

  “That’s some good-ass whisky you’re calling gross.”

  “Doesn’t matter what it is; I’m not a fan.”

  He laughed and shrugged. “More for me then.”

  “Seriously, Vince, how did you do that?”

  He poured himself another drink. “No clue. The kid just likes me, I guess.”

  He sat down on the couch, and that feeling spread through my whole body.

  It was desire. I knew suddenly in that moment what I wanted. My son needed a father, but more than that, I needed Vince. I needed his body, his face, his skin, every inch of him.

  I walked over to him and dropped down onto my knees in front of him, putting my hands on his thighs.

  He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Well hello there, mommy,” he said.

  “Don’t talk.” I reached forward and began to unbuckle his belt.

  He just grinned and nodded at me as I unbuckled his pants. I tugged them down and took them off, tossing them aside. I knelt in front of him and began to stroke his cock through his boxer briefs, surprised at how hard it was already.

  “Fuck, girl,” he said. “Don’t tease me like that.”

  “Why not?” I asked. “I want to tease you a little bit.”

  He leaned forward and grabbed my hair. “And I want to see you suck this cock.”

  I gasped as he kissed me hard. I kept stroking him as he kissed me, desire and need flooding through me.

  I pulled back and slid off his boxer briefs, revealing his thick, hard cock.

  I stroked it slowly in my hand as he watched me. I looked back up at him and quickly pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside. He reached forward and kissed my neck, felt my breasts, and then pulled off my bra, tossing it aside.

  I pushed him back down and he laughed. I slowly licked him from root to tip, savoring his taste, loving the way he grunted.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he said. “Mother of my fucking child. I want to watch you suck this cock.”

  I took his tip between my lips and began to suck him. I hadn’t realized how incredibly soaking wet I was until I began to suck him. I could feel that my pussy was soaking wet.

  “I want to see you touch yourself,” he said. “Reach down and touch that pussy while you suck my cock.”

  “No way,” I said.

  “Rub that fucking pussy,” he said. “Fuck yourself with your fingers while you suck my hard dick.”

  I moaned and slowly slipped my hands down my panties. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I began to slowly rub my clit, pleasure running through my body.

  With my other hand, I stroked him and sucked him. I spread my legs wider, and he grunted his approval as I softly moaned while I sucked his cock.

  “Nothing fucking sexier than you moaning while you suck my cock,” he said.

  I kept sucking him, jerking him, taking as much of his big cock into my mouth as I could. I let my spit roll down his skin, and I used it to jerk him off as I rubbed myself faster and faster.

  Pleasure ran through me, exploding through me as I sucked his cock. He took my head and pressed me down, pushing himself down into my throat. I took him as much as I could, but he was so fucking big. I pulled back and gasped as I used my spit to jerk his big dick off, staring up at him. I kept rubbing my soaked clit, and then I slid a finger inside myself.

  “Fuck I love that face,” he said. “That fucking sexy face. You like fucking your little pussy for me?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “I love your big cock and sucking you off.”

  “Dirty fucking girl,” he said and pushed me back down onto his cock. He began to fuck my face, thrusting between my lips, and I relaxed and let him. I took his cock between my lips while I fucked my own pussy, pressing my fingers deep inside myself the way I loved.

  “Fuck, Kaley, your mouth is incredible,” he said. He let me take over, and I rolled my mouth down, kissing along his length to lick the base of his cock. I rolled my tongue up along his length and began to suck him faster, harder.

  I moaned on his cock as I sucked him. He grunted his pleasure, staring down at me.

  “I love that body, those fucking lips. God girl, you can suck cock like you were born for it.”

  I kept working myself, rubbing my clit, pressing a finger inside myself, back and forth, driving myself crazy. The way he stared at me, the taste of his cock, it all drove me absolutely wild.

  I kept sucking him faster, lips pressing hard, tongue rolling around his big tip.

  “Oh shit, girl,” he said. “Let me fuck that face. I want to see you take my big cock into your throat.”

  I moaned as he pressed himself down my throat and let him fuck me. I took his big dick, fingers working myself, moaning.

  I couldn’t help myself. Pleasure was flying through me, filling me up as his cock moved between my lips.

  And then he pulled me back. “Fuck. I’m close,” he said.

  “Come down my throat,” I said. “Oh my god, come in my mouth.” I kept rubbing myself faster and faster.

  “No. I want that pussy,” he growled.

  “No,” I said, pushing him back. I began to suck his cock again, faster and harder, rubbing my clit just as fast. Pleasure built and built, incredible pleasure.

  “Fuck, you dirty girl,” he groaned.

  I sucked him with a wild, hungry abandon. I didn’t know I had it in me, but with my fingers working my clit and his groans, I was just going wild. I wanted to taste his cum, wanted to make him come deep in my mouth. I wanted to make him feel good.

  And as I sucked him, my orgasm began to build. It was so fucking hot to have his cock in my mouth, sucking him off while he watched me play with myself. I pressed a finger deep inside myself, fucking myself faster, the pleasure rolling, rolling, and I was so close.

  “Fuck I’m going to come,” he said. “Oh god yes. Suck that dick, you dirty girl.”

  I sucked him faster, harder, working him with my free hand, and I could feel my orgasm tipping.

  It rocked through me. I moaned loudly with his cock in my mouth as I came, my whole body shaking. And that pushed him over the edge.

  I tasted his cum as it filled my mouth and he grunted and groaned loudly. I took every single drop down my throat, loving my orgasm mixing with his. I took every single drop greedily as my orgasm slowly rolled past and we both came down together.

  I licked off every inch of his big dick, cleaning him up nicely.

  “Oh shit,” he said. “There’s nothing better than you moaning while you swallow my fucking cum.”

  I laughed and stood up and then got onto the couch next to him, so tired.

  “Shit,�
� he said, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close. We just sat like that for a while, breathing together, mostly naked.

  I didn’t realize it, but eventually we fell asleep together.

  And Alexei slept through the night.

  32

  Vince

  I woke up with a start. “The fuck?”

  “Sorry,” Kaley mumbled. “My phone.”

  She quickly grabbed it from the floor, looked at the screen, and then answered it.

  “Hello?” she said, but she quickly walked out of the room.

  I watched her go. “Fuck.” I grunted as the memory of last night came back to me.

  We had fallen asleep on the couch together. Neither of us had said a word; we’d just fallen asleep.

  I had never done that before. I wasn’t the type to fall asleep while cuddling on the fucking couch. I fucked and then I left, that was my deal, but something about Kaley made me just feel right. Probably had something to do with the incredible way she sucked my cock while making herself come. She was incredible, insatiable, and drove me absolutely wild.

  I got up from the couch and knocked on the bedroom door.

  “Come in,” she called out.

  I went inside. “Morning, mommy,” I said.

  She just nodded vaguely at me, holding Alexei. She looked weird, but I was just chalking that up to having slept weird. I grabbed some clothes.

  “Showering. Want to join me?”

  “Maybe later,” she said, smiling.

  That wasn’t the response I’d expected. I’d assumed she was going to make some dig at me or some shit. I just shook my head and got into the shower.

  I didn’t have time to try to decipher her moods. I was going on patrol today, and while that was normally pretty easy, it was a much bigger deal in light of what had happened with the Russians.

  When I got out of the shower, Kaley was in the living room with Alexei. She was changing him, and I just made a face.

  “I’m out of here,” I said. “Stay in this room. Call my cell if you have issues.”

  “Okay,” she said vaguely.

  “You all right?”

  She blinked at me and smiled. “Yeah. Fine. Go do your thing, papa.”