by Amy Faye
“Sure you are,” I protested.
She chuckled, touching my face. “I'm pretty annoying sometimes, and you know it.”
We both laughed, and then she pounced on me, hugging me close to her. She smelled like that old perfume, her favorite perfume that she wore in high school. It made me forget everything, and for just a second, we were teenagers again. Those four years never happened, and we were just happy to have each other.
“Alright, I'll get help.”
–
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity, where I was bustling around and meeting with the realtor and Brant was taking up all of my down time. My nausea was just as bad as ever, but I tried to hide it as I met with old friends from high school.
I'm not sure why I was hiding it. It wasn't really a scandal that I might be pregnant with Brant's baby. I just didn't want them to know.
I also saw my old primary care doctor for confirmation of the pregnancy, and scheduled an appointment for an ultrasound. Brant was so cute when I told him about that, he was nearly bouncing up and down and wanted to come with me!
Everything had changed when I told him about my pregnancy. He became a little bit gentler, and a lot happier. He even promised to give up drinking, and followed through on it for the most part. I don't think he was ever an alcoholic, or at least he's not addicted to alcohol.
We were having dinner when he said the words that would make all of the pieces fall together.
“I want to go to Ann Arbor.” He said it with conviction, looking at me straight on with his jaw set. He almost looked like he expected me to protest, though I had no idea why.
I had made us steaks and mashed potatoes, broccoli, and lemonade. We were sitting at my old kitchen table. “Really?” I asked. Even though he told me he would follow me anywhere, I didn't really expect him to.
“Yeah. I think I need to get away from this town for a while to figure out what I should be doing. Plus, I want to see what you love so much about Ann Arbor. It sounds like a pretty cool place.”
I grinned as wide as I could. “That's great! When do you want to go?” I clapped my hands together.
“I don't know. Tomorrow?” He smiled.
Taking another bite of my steak, I considered that. “Well, we don't really have anything keeping us here, do we? Sure, let's go tomorrow. I'll book the hotel. How long should we stay?”
“How about until the day before your ultrasound?”
Placing a hand on my stomach, I nodded. “Good idea. That gives us about a week to explore. It's a pretty big city, but a week is more than enough time to check it out.”
He nodded and we went back to eating. Things were comfortable with Brant. What was awkward at first had melted away and turned into a really happy relationship. No doubt there would be problems, there always is, but I knew that we could work through them easily.
All that mattered was that I loved him, and he loved me, and we both loved the tiny human growing within me. It was still surreal, the idea that I was pregnant. It didn't feel real, aside from the nausea and swelling boobs.
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We got a room at the Hilton near University of Michigan. It was large and beautifully decorated, but even more beautiful was seeing Vivian in her element.
It was clear that she was more comfortable in the hilly city of Ann Arbor than she had ever been in Bell Bend, and everywhere we went she waved to a diverse group of friends and acquaintances, telling me how she met Joe at school or Trish at a nearby farm where she buys her eggs and milk.
Ann Arbor itself was a diverse place, with faces of many colors and stores catering to all ethnicities.
“What do you think?” She asked as we walked down the road our hotel was on. She glanced into the window of a chocolatier, where a huge chocolate rabbit was staring at us.
I thought for a moment, looking around me. Even though it was a large city, the streets weren't crowded. The only smells were of good food wafting from restaurants. There were pubs and bars, more than I could visit in two weeks. “I love it,” I said finally, smiling wide. “It's an interesting place.”
“I thought so, too! When I first moved here, it was really terrifying, but Ann Arbor is so charming. The houses are expensive but they're so cute. It's always been a dream of mine to have a house close enough to walk into the city.”
She pointed at the string of houses behind the line of businesses. They were thin and tall, and all different colors. In front of one, a group of teenage boys played football.
We continued on our walk until we came across an old man. He came out from a building holding a sign that, once he put it on the window, we saw read For Sale. Looking up, I read the name of the building. Power Gym.
My heart stopped then and there. “Excuse me, sir?” I said, stepping towards the man who turned to look up at me. His hair was gray but he was probably only about 50, maybe 60 years old.
“Yes, son?”
“Uh, sorry to bother you.” I stuck my hand out. “My name is Brant. I was wondering why you were putting your gym up for sale?”
The sadness in his eyes even broke my heart. “I just can't afford it anymore. My wife died of cancer left year. We tried to fight it, and I have the bills to show for it.”
It was so clear to me. There was a door in front of me that I had never noticed before, and it was suddenly opened. “Viv,” I said, turning around to face her. She looked confused. “Stay here while I talk to this man for a moment.”
“My name is David,” he said.
I nodded. “David, could I speak with you inside?”
He led me into the building. “I'm interested in buying your gym, for full price. And I'd also like to keep you on as co-owner, because I don't know how to run a business.”
He raised his thick eyebrows at me. “Are you sure about that, son?”
“Yes. I am. I'm a former MMA fighter and my girlfriend is pregnant. I'm looking for a way to use my talents without smashing in faces.”
David considered me for a few moments, and for a second I thought he might refuse me, but then he nodded. “I suppose I'd rather have someone like you buy it. And you're sure you want to keep me on?”
“Absolutely. I think if we work together, we could make this a very profitable business.”
–
“What was that all about?” I asked him. He came out of the building grinning, shaking David's hand.
“I just bought this place,” he answered with a grin.
I didn't know what to say. I just squeaked out a “What?”
“Yeah. I don't know, it just felt like fate. I saw David and I just knew, I knew that we took this walk for a reason. This is what I'm going to do, Viv.” He took me by the shoulders. He was so happy. “I'm going to run a gym, and teach others how to fight. There are a lot of kids around here that could use a gym that caters to them while still being serious, and I'm keeping David on to help me figure it all out. Everyone wins.”
Seeing him so excited, so happy, made my heart swell. “That's awesome!” I chirped, leaping into his arms for a hug. “I'm so proud of you!”
“Do you think we can make this work?” He asked. David waved to us as he left.
I nodded. “I do. I know we can. Now we just have to clean out my mom's house and get it up on the market. Plus, we need to find someplace nearby.”
“I'll still have plenty of money left after I buy and refurnish this gym. About half, actually. So let's enjoy our week here, and we can look at apartments, too.”
I nodded, taking his hand. We walked close to one another, just enjoying the cool night air. Everything was falling into place. I was with the man I was meant to be with, and he was putting his life back together.
All we needed to do was to work hard.
As we returned to our hotel room, I was feeling giddy and excited. “We're going to have an awesome life,” I said, more to myself than to Brant.
He swept me up into his arms and kissed me hard. “Yes we are,” he answer
ed, kissing me again. I stepped away from him and admired the hard, sharp lines of his muscular body. His thick legs, his strong arms. All of that was mine.
Brant leaned in, looking down at me like a wolf looks at a hare. I stopped breathing, for just a second.
I closed my eyes. He tipped my head up, slowly, running his fingers down my neck. I shivered, easing closer to his hot body. Brant's tongue flicked between my lips, prodding me to open my mouth. He invaded it, his sweet saliva mixing with mine.
He picked me up in his powerful arms, laying me out on the couch. Touching his forehead to mine for just a second, he looked into my eyes. “Let's have some fun.”
I nodded with a gulp, my body still tense. His long fingers popped the buttons of my blouse, one by one. Leaning forward, his lips explored my neck. Teeth dug into my skin, making me gasp and grab hold of Brant.
Pushing my shirt aside, he revealed my bra. Black and lacy, with a clasp on the front hidden by a bow. He took each side and slowly undid it with ease. The cups were slowly peeled away from my breasts until both of my pink nipples were unveiled.
He drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me moan. I reached down, rubbing his cock through his pants. He was already hard, and huge! Working to push his pants down, I finally got my hand around his cock. Every time I touched it, it seemed bigger than before.
I rubbed up and down the shaft, amazed that it fit inside of me. It grew even larger and harder. I was practically salivating as I pulled him closer to me, making his mouth leave my breast. I licked the tip of his cock and enjoyed his moan. Then I took the whole thing down my throat.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, his hand on my head. “You're fucking good at this.”
Smiling around his cock, I bobbed my head and sucked hard. I went so deep that I ended up gagging on him, which turned me on. I did it again before pulling away.
“God, I was so close.” Then he grinned down at me. “but that's now how I want to cum, anyway.”
I realized how fucking hot it was for him to cum in me. There wasn't any danger anymore, I was already knocked up, but I wanted his seed inside of me. I wanted him to fill my womb.
“Stand up,” he said.
Feeling like a dirty whore and absolutely loving it, I did as I was told. I bent over the couch, spreading my legs and looking back. “You want me like this? With my ass up?” I arched my back, presenting my pussy to Brant. It was so dirty but so sexy.
Reaching below myself, I spread my pussy and bit my bottom lip to muffle a groan of pleasure.
Brant's eyebrows shot up. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. Rubbing his cock against my pussy lips, he made me arch my back more. I wanted to desperately to be filled by him.
His hot skin pressed against my clit. I pushed against him, wanting to feel more of him, to experience more of his pleasure.
Just when things started to feel really good, Brant pulled away. I whimpered with disappointment, wiggling my butt and looking back at him. Grinning, he pressed himself against my hold and prepared to enter me.
Though I was afraid it might hurt, I was more excited and desperate to finally have him inside of me. Brant looked down at me, rubbing my ass cheek gently. He pressed into me, not too rough. Just right.
The feeling inside of me was indescribable. Like off of my nerves with shivering. My fingers clenched and my toes curled at the fullness, the aching pleasure and pain.
Pulling out, Chet pounded back into my cunt with loud grunts. His nails dug into my hips, forcing me back and forth onto him. He hit my cervix, but it didn't hurt. It felt amazing. I wanted him so bad, and I needed him to cum in me.
I cried out as he bottomed out on me again. Brant let out a stream of curse words as he fucked me harder, faster. He held me so tight that I wouldn't be able to get away even if I wanted to.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, lowing my head and letting my wobbly elbows collapse under me. With my face buried into the couch, I let Chet do whatever he wanted to do to me. With a few final, brutal pushes he finally came deep within me.
I could feel the heat of his cum, the pulsating twitches of his spent member. I didn't want it to end. When he pulled out, I couldn't help but pout. My own orgasms came to a rolling end, and a soft bliss overtook the sharp ecstasy.
Brant let me go, and we both collapsed onto the floor. He looked at me with adoring eyes and a lopsided smile.
“We're going to raise some gorgeous, bad ass babies,” he said.
“Yeah, we are.”
Billionaire’s Baby
Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance
Amy Faye
Published by Heartthrob Publishing
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Trying to save face, Max decides to at least wrap his arm around her waist while they climb the stairs. Poppy giggles and then stops before they enter the room. Max ogles at her, her breasts still uncovered. They look wonderful even though they are small. She opens the door, then looks to Max and lifts up her arms.
“Alright, carry me from here!”
Max laughs, then swings her small body up into his arms. His muscles ache from the beer, but he carries her to his huge bed and sets her down gently with a kiss before spreading her legs again. He gets between them, dragging his hands up and down her skin.
He marvels at how soft she is. Her skin feels like silk.
“Take me, Max.” Poppy pulls up her skirt. Her panties are wetter than before.
Max slides her panties down her legs and then climbs up to her. Poppy unbuckles her best friend's belt and pulls his pants down, her eyes never leaving his cock. It's larger than she expected, just a bit larger than average. A bead of sweat falls down her neck.
Max wraps his hand around his manhood and pumps it a few times, trying get it even harder. “I'll go slow,” he says. “At first, at least,” he adds, a sly grin on his face. He places himself against her entrance, savoring her virginal heat before entering her and pushing past that last layer of skin.
Poppy gasps with the small jolt of pain, but then it subsides before Max has even pushed himself in all the way. By the time his balls gently tap at her ass cheeks, she's gripping Max's sheets and moaning loudly.
Her inner walls ripple and move with her moans, showing off her desire. Her muscles try to pull him in deeper. As Max pulls out, they protest.
He pushes it back in slowly, and pulls out again slowly. The third thrust is faster. Poppy screams as his cock hits her in just the right place, and Max does his best to do it again. His thumb rests on her clit between them, rubbing with each thrust, giving Poppy even more pleasure.
Her legs are wrapped around his hips. His hands are holding onto her hips tight, pulling her down onto his cock quickly. His balls are starting to tighten, and he know he'll cum soon.
That's when Poppy finally explodes, her orgasm filling the room with a shrill shriek and then panicked gasps. “Oh fuck, oh fuck! Don't stop Max!”
And he doesn't. He keeps fucking Poppy until he explodes deep within her and then, allowing the liquor to finally win over his body, he rolls over and passes out next to her. The last thing Max remembers is Poppy wrapping her arms around his chest and whispering, “It was better than I imagined.”
1
In the heat of the afternoon, two people tangled up in sweaty bed sheets writhe with ecstatic gasps. Their touches are charged, full of primal desire. The woman's dark skin glistens with water that the man laps up at her neck. The salt brings his taste buds alive. The sensation of his slick tongue against her skin makes her clench around his manhood and moan out his name.
Gripping his back with her hands and wrapping her legs around him, she throws off the bed sheets. The man's face dips down, his soft lips sucking in her nipple.
They move in time until the woman's toes curl, her legs gripping him tighter. She orgasms ar
ound him, and then he follows her, spilling into her.
Falling down with a gasp, Charlotte Spencer's black hair cascades over the bed like serpents. The man leans over her for a kiss, which she turns away from. His hand hovers over her forehead, wanting to push a stand of hair from her skin, but she pushes him away.
“Thanks for picking me up, Max.” Leaning to one side, Charlotte grabs her phone from the table next to her bed. “I don't know what I would have done without you. I hate with Louis calls in sick, this is the third time in two months!”
Maxwell Cooper, a tall, buff man with wild brown hair and a scruffy beard that Charlotte hates, grins down at her. “No problem. You've repaid me enough.” Max nuzzles his face into her shoulder, his perpetual five o'clock shadow scratching her skin.
Today, like every other day that Charlotte might call Max to her, was nothing more than her way of dealing with stress. Friends with benefits, no strings attached. That was the deal they made after Max made his little mistake and forced Charlotte to break up with him.
Max, on the other hand, has never cut those ties. His heart lies with this woman with hair like the darkest night and eyes fierce as any lion's. He has been fighting for her love ever since they broke up, but Charlotte has never relented.
Reaching around her curvy body, Max gropes Charlotte's breast. Her brown nipple stiffens in response, but the rest of her body tenses as she sighs. She sits up, her lips tight. The sheet slips from her shoulders, her brown back glistening in the fading afternoon sunlight that streams in from the Southern window behind her bed. At all times, Charlotte looks like a goddess. Breathtaking, inspiring, terrifying. Capable of compassion and creation, or brutal destruction.