Small Town Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  But he did end up at my apartment, and I did hear him turning her down pretty loudly.

  I was sitting there, frustrated and lonely, when my phone started to buzz. I ignored it at first, assuming it was Harper feeling bad for leaving. That girl needed to spread her wings and fly away to the closest place serving beer, and stat. She was a good friend, but really, there were limits.

  The buzzing didn’t stop, though. Eventually I grabbed my phone, determined to turn it off.

  Instead, I saw Gibson’s name.

  There was a text and two missed calls from him. I quickly called him back.

  “Avery,” he said when he answered. “I was worried you were asleep.”

  I looked at the clock on the cable box. “It’s only eleven thirty,” I said.

  “I don’t know. I hear you pregnant ladies go to bed early.”

  “Not when us pregnant ladies are young and beautiful.”

  He laughed. “Listen, I want to see you.”

  “Right now?”

  “Right now. Come meet me.”

  I sighed. “I don’t know. This pregnant lady is young and beautiful, but she’s also tired.”

  “I know I’m an asshole for running out on you, but I’ll make it worth your while if you come see me.”

  “Where are you?”

  “Standing by the statue.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Come on, the night is beautiful and nobody is around. Come meet me.”

  “Fine. I’ll be there soon.”

  “Can’t wait.” He hung up.

  I sighed and got off the couch, my stomach a mess of butterflies. I quickly went into my bedroom, threw on some clothes, and fixed myself in the bathroom mirror. Ten minutes later, I was ready in record time. I headed out the door, grabbed my bike from out front, and headed to campus.

  It was a short ride, maybe five minutes, over smooth pavement. I realized that I’d need to stop riding my bike eventually, maybe in a few months when I began to show a little bit. I pushed that thought out of my head when I saw the stadium up ahead.

  I took the right-hand path and skirted along the stadium. I slowed down as I saw the statue up ahead.

  Gibson was leaning against the base, a black duffel bag at his feet. He stood up and grinned as I approached.

  “I’m glad you showed up,” he said.

  “I was pretty bored, I guess.”

  “You’d have to be to meet a boy out in the middle of the night.”

  “This boy is pretty safe,” I said, parking my bike and getting off.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

  “What did you want to see me here for?”

  “I wanted to tell you something.”

  I walked over to him and leaned against the statue. He leaned next to me, our shoulders touching.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I just wanted you to know that no matter what happens, I’m here for you. I’m broke right now, but I’m working on getting some money for you and the baby.”

  I shook my head. “Gibson, seriously, you don’t need to do that. I have money, and the medical stuff will be mostly covered by the university.”

  “Mostly isn’t totally. Babies are expensive, Avery, and I’m not letting you do it alone.”

  “You have enough to worry about.”

  He smirked at me. “Maybe I like worrying about you.”

  I stared up at him, and the kiss from earlier came rushing back into my mind. “Why?” I asked him. “You don’t owe me anything. Why are you doing all of this for me?”

  “You make me feel something I thought I had lost,” he said.

  “What’s that?”

  He leaned forward, taking my chin. “Hope. I’m not perfect, Avery, but you and this baby, maybe it’s something I can do that’s bigger than me, something more important than football.”

  I stared at him, surprised by the depth he was showing me. I thought he was just some silly jock, but Gibson was constantly surprising me.

  I kissed him. I couldn’t wait another second. I threw my arms around him and pressed my lips against his. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me against him.

  There was nobody else around. Campus was totally empty, since most people were out at parties, and nobody had any reason to walk past. Besides, we were in the shadows, hidden from the main path. I pressed my body hard against his, kissing his rough mouth, his tongue and lips working against mine. I felt a rush run through me again, that same rush I always felt with him. I couldn’t help myself when he pulled me tight.

  Gibson took me places I had never experienced before. Gibson made me feel things I couldn’t even begin to explain. He was a mystery and an asshole, a cocky bastard with a gorgeous body. I could barely understand where he came from and all the hardships he dealt with in his life.

  Which was why I could hardly understand why it was me. I didn’t understand why he was doing all of this for me, if it was just because of the baby or if it was something else.

  But it didn’t matter. In the end, he was doing it for me. He was here for me, kissing me, pulling me against his hard body. That was all that mattered.

  He began to kiss my neck and then easily unbuttoned my jeans. I felt his hands slip beneath my panties. His fingers found my soaking pussy and began to gently work my clit in slowly circles.

  “Oh shit,” I gasped. “Gibson.”

  “I knew you’d be soaked,” he said. “You’ve been wet as hell since the moment we met.”

  “My apartment is empty,” I said. “Take me back there.”

  “No,” he said, slipping two fingers deep inside me. I gasped again, holding his ripped arms tightly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m taking you right here.”

  “We can’t,” I protested, but he began to work my pussy, rubbing my clit and then fucking my pussy, his lips kissing my neck. “We’re in public.”

  “Don’t pretend you don’t like that,” he said, smirking. “I can see it in your eyes. You want me to fuck this pussy right here where anyone could find us.”

  “Gibson,” I gasped, and then kissed him hard. I had to admit that he was right. I was beyond excited by the idea of him taking me right here. I wanted his thick cock between my legs and had been desperate for it ever since I first met him.

  I was afraid, but I was so excited. That excitement completely overwhelmed anything else as he worked my pussy, his fingers deep inside me.

  “I want you pressed up against this statue, your dripping wet pussy in the air, begging for my big dick.”

  He stood up and pulled me by the hand around behind the statue, putting it between the main path and us. We were blocked on both sides by large bushes and by the statue. It almost felt like our own private little room, but the excitement of getting caught was still there.

  He pushed me up against the statue, sitting me down on the ledge. He easily worked my jeans off and slid my panties down around my ankles. His hand was instantly between my legs, working my wet pussy. The stone felt cold beneath my ass, but I didn’t care so long as he kept working me, fucking my little pussy with his fingers.

  His lips felt amazing, and I loved his taste as he worked me. My hands slowly roamed down his body until I found his cock, hard as hell, pressing up against his jeans. I began to stroke him, and he grunted his pleasure into my mouth.

  I couldn’t help but moan, though I tried to be as quiet as possible. His fingers felt incredible, pressing deep inside of my soaking wet pussy, working up along my clit. Pleasure rocketed through my body, sending shivers along my spine. I could barely think as he kept working me.

  “You like when I fuck this little pussy with my fingers, don’t you?” he whispered. “I love listening to you try not to moan, but I think you want to get caught.”

  “No!” I gasped. “I don’t!”

  “I think you do, you dirty girl. You want everyone to see you sucking my big fat cock.” He reached down and unzipped his jeans. I bit my lip as he pulle
d them down, revealing his hard cock, standing straight. I grasped him with both hands and slowly began to jerk his shaft.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “I love when you work this fucking cock. You’re always so fucking hungry for it.”

  I dropped to my knees, sliding off the cold stone. I was dripping wet, and part of me really did want to get caught. I began to suck his cock, sliding his big tip between my lips, sucking him hard. I worked him with my tongue, taking his thick cock down my throat.

  I wanted someone to see us. I wanted someone to catch me sucking Gibson’s big cock. I wanted everyone to know how dirty I was and how much I loved taking his cock down my throat. That thought drove me absolutely wild, and I began to suck his cock faster and harder, not caring about anything but this moment.

  I used my spit to jerk his shaft, not afraid to suck his cock nice and sloppy. He groaned, clearly loving it, and pressed my head farther down.

  “I love feeling my cock in your throat,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl.”

  I worked him, letting him fuck my throat, my hands jerking his shaft as I worked him.

  “You have such pretty lips all wrapped around this cock,” he said. “You love sucking me off in public. You’re going fucking wild for it, aren’t you?”

  I pulled back, taking a deep breath, jerking him off. His eyes were burning down at me with lust and desire.

  He reached down and practically lifted me up. He kissed me hard, our bodies pressed together, as his hand began to work my pussy again.

  “I need you to fuck me,” I gasped at him. “Oh shit, Gibson, please. Fuck my little pussy.”

  He grinned and grabbed his jeans. He pulled a condom from his pocket, but I reached out and stopped him.

  “We don’t need it,” I said.

  He frowned at me. “Are you sure.”

  “I’m sure. I want to feel you, Gibson. I trust you. Plus, you already got me pregnant.”

  He smirked at me. “Good point.” He pressed me back against the statue’s base again, sitting me back up on the ledge. He lifted my legs up, pressing one foot flat. I leaned my back up against the statue’s legs as his arms wrapped around my lower back.

  “I’ve been thinking about this,” he whispered in my ear as he slowly slid his cock inside me, “since that night in my truck.”

  “Fuck,” I moaned as his cock slowly filled me.

  “Shit, Avery,” he said. “You’re so fucking wet. I love this soaking pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  “I love feeling you,” I said as he slowly pressed deeper and deeper and then pulled slowly back, kissing my neck. He was so thick I could barely breath. Every inch of me was filled to the brim with his cock. I was full of his big dick, his body against mine, his smell in my brain.

  He began to work slowly in and out as pleasure rocked around my body. “God damn, fucking you skin on skin. Nothing is fucking better than this tight pussy around my cock.”

  “I want to come on your dick so badly,” I moaned.

  He began to fuck me harder, deeper, holding me tightly against him. I wasn’t even thinking about someone catching us anymore, but I was still smart enough not to make too much noise. I loved feeling his cock inside me, no condom between us, just our bodies working together. It was incredible, the pleasure moving through me.

  He took my hips and started to fuck me harder, deeper. I took him deep inside me, not caring about anything as he fucked me roughly.

  He pulled my shirt up, showing my breasts still covered by my black bra. “I love your fucking body,” he said. “These tits, your lips, I love every inch of you.” He kissed my chest, my neck, his cock buried deep between my legs. I began to move my hips, grinding myself against him.

  I ran my hands along his ripped arms, feeling his hard muscles. I loved the way he felt against me, the way he controlled me and took what he wanted.

  He pulled back, pulling his cock out of me. I gasped as he pulled me down off the statue’s base and turned me around. I put my palms flat on the stone as he spread my legs wide and slapped my ass.

  “Look at this pussy dripping,” he said. “Fuck, girl, you want this big dick back inside you, don’t you?”

  “Please,” I begged, looking over my shoulder. “I want to come so badly. Please, fuck me hard. Do whatever you want with me, Gibson.”

  He took my hips and pressed his cock deep inside me. I moaned as he filled me up from behind.

  He began to fuck me harder. Before he had been gentle and slow, but now he was fucking me however he wanted. He was fucking my pussy rough and deep, and I loved the slap of his skin against mine. Pleasure rocketed through my body, and I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself.

  He reached up and put a hand over my mouth. “You’ll wake up the whole fucking campus,” he said, laughing. “Fuck, Avery, do I need to keep you quiet?”

  “Yes,” I said between his fingers.

  “Oh, you dirty fucking girl.” He began to fuck me again, one hand over my mouth. I tried not to moan too loudly, but I couldn’t help it. He kept his hand firmly covering my mouth, muting the moans as he fucked me rough.

  I bucked my hips back up against him, working myself, taking him deep inside me. I was practically dripping; I was just so wet. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm as he fucked me.

  There was nothing else in my mind but Gibson taking me. I was his, every inch of me was his, every fiber of me was his. Gibson fucked me rough and deep, taking my pussy like an animal. I was sweating, but I didn’t care as I moaned into his palm.

  And slowly, the orgasm built and tipped as he worked my body. I gripped the base of the statue, my fingers digging into the stone, as he fucked me savagely and deeply, his cock filling my every inch. He held his palm tight against my mouth as I came, losing control of myself completely.

  I couldn’t have been quiet even if I had wanted to. He fucked me harder, deeper.

  “Oh shit,” he moaned. “Fuck, hearing you come. I’m going to fill you up.”

  “Please,” I said, muffled. “Come inside me.”

  He grunted as he stiffened. My whole body was twitching, contracting, as he came deep inside my pussy. His cum filled me as he fucked me rough and deep. It drove me absolutely insane, pushing my orgasm to deeper heights.

  Slowly we came down together. The orgasm lingered in the corners of my mind as he slowly pulled his cock out from inside me. I collapsed against the statue, breathing deeply.

  He pulled me tight against him, holding me. “Fuck, Avery,” he said. “God damn. I nearly blacked out. Fuck, your pussy is incredible.”

  “You’re incredible,” I said, kissing his lips.

  “I aim to please.”

  I pressed my head against his chest. The orgasm had passed and I was back to reality. I couldn’t help but wonder if someone had heard us, but it didn’t really matter.

  All that mattered was that I was in his arms. The moon was bright and clear in the sky as we stayed there, hidden behind the statue. I felt like we were in our own little world out there as he pressed me close against him.

  Maybe it was just the orgasm, but I felt so completely at peace. The thought of my parents, the stress of being pregnant, everything with Gibson, it was all gone.

  There was just him and me. That was perfect.

  19

  Gibson

  The ball left my hand in a perfect spiral.

  I threw again and again, hitting the targets each time. I practiced my footwork, dropping back and maintaining balance, before throwing the ball like a laser.

  Throw after throw, ball after ball. I kept thinking about that night, about Avery’s body in the moonlight, about the way it felt to press myself deep between her legs. Playing football and fucking weren’t so different, really. It was all about body mechanics, about doing the right thing at the right time. Of course, in fucking there was that extra special layer of passion and desire that you couldn’t really replicate through practice.

  The ball left my hand,
a tight spiral. It hit the receiver in his hands. I was sweating, my body tired but strong, as the ball left my hand and hit the receiver.

  Sunday morning practices after a game were light and easy. There was no hitting, no hard running or lifting, just basic skills stuff. I was throwing and doing footwork drills, but nothing that left me exhausted. My body still ached from the game, but it felt good to move around.

  Last night, after we had dressed, I walked Avery back to her apartment. I’d wanted to tell her about what was in the duffel bag, but I was afraid of how she’d react. We barely knew each other, and I figured she might freak out if she knew what I had done to help her out. Still, I wanted her to know how far I was willing to go for my child.

  It never came up, and so we never talked about it. I had kissed her goodbye at her door and then left. She showed up at my place before practice to take my vitals, walked me to the field, and left when I went inside. We talked about nothing in particular, but there was a comfort that hadn’t existed before.

  I needed to fuck her. I needed to feel what it was like to be inside her again. I needed to remember that, to remind myself why I wanted this girl so badly. It was more than just her body that I wanted, but her body made it so much sweeter.

  Drills slowly wound down, and eventually we headed into the locker room. Coach took me into a back room and set up some game tape for me to watch to prepare for the next game.

  But today was something different. Instead of tape for the upcoming game, Coach put on tape of the previous game, in particular the first half.

  “Watch,” Coach said as he started the game. I saw myself dropping back to pass. “See this?” I stepped up and threw the ball, but it was wildly overthrown.

  I remembered doing that. I had done it on purpose.

  “What happened there?” he asked.

  “I didn’t judge the distance,” I said. “I was getting rushed.”

  “You don’t look rushed,” he said. “You were eyeing the receiver the whole damn way, and you still overthrew him.”

  He switched over to another play. This time I was dropping back to pass as the defense was closing in on me. I tried running at the last second, but it was way too late, and I got knocked to the ground.