A few minutes later, we were in the back seat of the last coaster car. The safety bar down, the car was ready to take off. My mask now sitting atop my head, I had to say that The Pier looked beautiful at night all lit up. Like a box of glittering jewels. Then, to my surprise, in the clear navy sky, a Goodyear blimp floated by.
“Look at the blimp,” I shouted out to Drake, pointing at it and happy for the distraction.
He looked up and then I couldn’t believe my eyes. The LED panel lit up and words that lit up my heart scrolled by.
D-baby, I love you from here to the moon and back.
“Oh, Drake!” I cried out, flinging my arms around him as the coaster took off. As the car slowly started its ascent, he cupped my head in his hands and kissed me passionately. I was lost in him. At the apex, he broke the kiss, and the screaming that would last all night long began as we plummeted down the track.
“Baby, you can scream louder than that,” he said with a laugh as he bunched up the voluminous skirt of my wedding gown. Once again, his hand crawled up my leg, making its way between my thighs.
“Drake, what are you doing?” I asked in a panic as the coaster whipped around the track.
“Practicing what I preach. I’m going to take you to the moon and back.”
I gasped again as his fingers returned to my clit. He began to rub it vigorously.
“I only have three minutes to make you come, baby.”
Oh, God! I didn’t think I’d last that long as I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped the safety bar. The feeling of going over the edge in more ways than one consumed me. The soaring pleasure this man was giving me competed with the roar of terror that spilled from my lips. I was more than going to fall off this thrill ride; I was going to fall off the earth as he took me to the edge. I gripped the safety bar more forcefully, worried it wouldn’t hold me in when I came. In my heart, I knew Drake was loving every second of this extreme torture. Loving every tortured moan and groan that fled from my O-shaped mouth.
I screamed. I cried. I whimpered.
I prayed. I swore. I begged.
“Drake, please make me come!”
“Hold on, baby!”
Then as the car swerved around another sharp curve, he plunged a finger into my pussy. He pumped it up and down while his other fingers continued to work my needy clit. Oh dear Lord! My life was going to be over. I clenched my muscles around his long, thick digit, hoping by clinging to it I wouldn’t fall off the coaster.
As my body climbed to its apex, waves of ecstasy began to roll through me, and as the coaster came to a halt, I fell apart. In record time.
I opened my eyes, noticing people in line were giving me funny looks. Why was this crazy woman in a wedding gown still shrieking and panting when the ride was over? Because I was still riding my roller coaster of an orgasm out.
Lifting the safety bar, Drake stepped out of the car and then helped me out. I wobbled. My legs were like Jell-O from my outrageous orgasm. He held me up and steadied me.
“D-baby, that was amazing. I fucking love this roller coaster.”
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” I breathed out, smoothing my gown. Beneath the layers, I was still pulsing between my thighs.
“C’mon.” Drake looped an arm around me as we made our way back to the limo. “There’s one last thing we need to do before we head over to the hotel.”
We were staying at the oceanfront Casa Del Mar, steps from The Pier, before we flew off to Cabo in the morning.
“Like what?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t another ride.
“We need to visit someone special.”
He has a friend here? Gah! I was in no condition to make friendly conversation.
Without questioning him, I let him lead the way along the crowded pier, and five minutes later we were standing once more before none other than the mechanical fortune teller.
“Say hello again to Zoltar.”
“Drake!” I laughed, now recovered from my orgasm. “He can’t hear me.”
“Be nice to him. He holds a lot of power. I want to know what our future has to bring.”
I couldn’t believe we were doing this again, but I gave in to his whim. Making me go first, I inserted a dollar bill, courtesy of Drake, and waited patiently for my fortune to spew out. When it did, I read it immediately and burst into laughter.
“What does it say?” asked my new husband.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s the same fortune as last time. You will meet a tall dark handsome stranger.”
He chortled. “Well, it did come true.” He flicked my nose. “You just better not meet another one, Mrs. Hanson.”
“Ha-ha. Very funny. Now, your turn.” I watched as he repeated my actions. His brows knitted as he read his fortune.
“C’mon, tell me. What does it say?”
“It says: A surprise awaits you.”
He showed it to me. “That is so generic. Do it again.”
“Fine.” I watched as he inserted another dollar into the machine before retrieving his new fortune. “What does this one say?”
This time a wicked smile lifted his lips. “You will be fucking someone’s brains out soon.”
“I don’t believe you. Show me.”
“I’ll show you.” Slipping the fortune into his breast pocket, he hauled me into him and gave me a fierce, passionate kiss. As he held me, he pressed my hand against his crotch. His hard, hot, pulsing length seared my palm.
“Trust me, D-baby,” he breathed in my ear. “Zoltar is never wrong…”
EPILOGUE
Drake
One Year Later
Shortly before Dee and I got married, I came clean about my sperm donor past with both my parents and my buddy Brock. Brock assured me that I had nothing to worry about; the sperm bank was legit and would adhere to keeping my identity secret. In the unlikelihood some mom or kid ever did come after me, he said he’d have my back and cited some California law. Well, that was reassuring. Yeah, right. I found out there were exactly a dozen little Drakesters and Drakettes running around out there. Let me re-phrase and add a word…only a dozen. While you’d think I would be relieved, my ego was somewhat deflated. I thought with my profile and genes, hundreds of women would have picked me to be their baby daddy. Guess not…there were dudes out there who were more appealing than me. Or better liars. Only one thing mattered: the woman, who I fell heels in love with and whose child is the apple of my eye, chose me.
My parents had a more positive reaction than I anticipated. My mother thought I was heroic—giving a family to so many women and couples who yearned for one. I thought my father would fall off his rocker, but he simply rolled his eyes. I’d done a lot of dumbass things in my life, but this wasn’t one of them. Marrying Dee Walker was the smartest thing I ever did and they had a granddaughter they simply adored. And more.
Today’s our first anniversary. It’s hard to believe a year’s gone by. So much has happened. We have a lot to celebrate.
“Happy anniversary, D-baby.” Spooning her warm, bare body in my arms, I nuzzle the back of her neck.
“Mmmm.” Her sexy, groggy moan knocks at my morning wood. My erection presses against her as she acknowledges our special day. “Are you going to bring me breakfast in bed?”
I wish she could see the fiendish smile on my face as I respond. “Baby, I’m going to give you breakfast in bed.” On my next breath, I wrap my hand around my length and guide it into her. As she moans again, my other arm wraps around her soft belly and I begin to grind into her. Her moans turn into groans as she rocks her hips back to meet my thrusts. Gripping her harder, I grind deeper and faster. Her groans grow louder, more desperate. Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day.
“Drake, we’re going to wake everyone up,” she pants out.
“I don’t give a fuck if we wake the whole neighborhood up,” I grunt, bringing us both closer to the edge and to the reality we actually may wake the neighbors of the tawny Santa Monica neighborhood we
now live in. I can feel my balls tightening, that tingling between my legs. I want us to come together so fucking bad.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she shrieks as my breathing grows harsher.
“Hold on, baby.” A few more deep thrusts and bam! We both detonate. With a scream, she shudders against me as my own body jerks forcefully. My nuclear release spills into her atomic pussy. Insane pleasure blasts through me as her body unleashes one crashing wave after another around my explosive cock.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter before kissing her everywhere I can.
“Drake, I’m going to feel this all day.”
A few minutes later, she’s rolled over, her naked body against mine and her head on my beating heart. Our go-to after sex position. Sunlight streams through a crack in the drawn curtains. I steal a glance at my sexy wife and harden at the sight of her. She’s got that gorgeous just-fucked look going on. That slight flush. Her hair a sexy tousled mess. Her lips stretched wide with a dreamy smile. My cock is crying out for more: I’m insatiably yours.
My thumb circles her puckered nipples that complement her spectacular, still swollen tits and then I trace her luscious lips. “How ’bout you suck my cock and then we’ll take a quick shower together?”
She twists her lips as if in deep thought and fiddles with her wedding ring. A trinity ring…the three diamond stones symbolizing the past, the present, and the future. Dee, Ty, and me. Our eternal union.
“C’mon, Dee. I’m hard again. I’m making it so easy for you.” I put her hand to my rock-hard cock to make sure she knows. “All you have to do is wrap your sweet lips around it.”
My eyes stay on her as her lips curl into a seductive smile. I mentally punch the air. Score one for me. She sits up, crawls down the bed, and just when I think she’s going to go down on me, she scoots off. What the fuck!?
I shoot up to a sitting position. “Where are you going?”
Heading across the room with a sexy bounce in her gait, she looks over her shoulder. “I’m giving you a time out.”
“Seriously? Have I been a bad boy?”
‘You’ve been a very bad boy. And I loved every minute. I have something for you.”
Okay, she’s got me intrigued, but I swear tonight I’m going to tie her up. Fuck her until she’s begging me to stop. But I won’t. I’ll show her how naughty I really can be. My eyes stay on her fuckable ass as she squats down and slides a large, flat gift-wrapped box out from under our dresser. She carries it to the bed and hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I ask as she hops back onto the bed and sits cross-legged, facing me.
“Your anniversary present. Open it.”
Eagerly, I tear off the paper and the big bow and then slide out the contents from the box.
“Careful,” says Dee. “It’s fragile.”
Encased in bubble wrap, it must be a framed painting or photograph. With Dee’s help, I remove the wrapping, and my eyes grow wide. Holy shit! It’s an oil painting of Tyson and me at the Santa Monica Pier, my sweet Mighty Girl riding piggyback on my shoulders. Her sixth birthday. The magical day our roller coaster of a life took off.
“Do you like it?” asks Dee.
“Fuck. I love it.” I smack a kiss on Dee’s lips. “Is this what you were secretly working on in your studio?”
Dee has a studio in our spacious backyard where she paints. We converted the guesthouse. Last month, she had her first major exhibition at Jaime Zander’s art gallery and it was a huge success. Instead of teaching, she now paints full-time, but on weekends, gives painting lessons to a few lucky kids. It allows her to be a stay-at-home mom and have a fulfilling career at the same time.
After a nod, a wistful smile crosses her face. She casts her eyes down at the painting and then back at me. “That day will always be special to me.”
I tenderly brush the side of her face with my fingertips. “How, baby?”
“It was the day I fell in love with you. I saw the way you connected with Ty and her with you. That connection was so powerful. So beautiful. And I knew then how much my…our…baby girl needed a loving father in her life…how much I needed you.”
Her voice grows watery and trails off. I carefully set the painting on the bed and then tap my thigh. “Come here, baby.”
I watch as she repositions herself on my lap, her bent legs straddling me and her arms wrapped around my neck. Her soulful brown eyes lock with mine and I think about how our little girl brought us together. I move in for another passionate kiss when the bedroom door handle jiggles and is followed by a loud knocking.
“Mommy, Daddy, open up!”
Ty. “Coming.” I wish, but I’m not going to let an opportunity pass. My mouth consumes Dee’s with a hot, tongue-driven kiss. I force myself to pull away and before heading to the door, grab the pajamas strewn on the floor after last night’s love making. We scramble to put them on.
“Happy Anniversary, Mommy and Daddy!” shouts out my Mighty as I swing the door open.
I give her a big hug and lift her into my arms. “What’s that?” I ask after noticing the folded piece of paper she’s holding.
“It’s your card! I made it myself!”
“Cool! I want to read it with Mommy.”
A few seconds later, we’re all on the bed. Dee and I take turns reading the adorable card with the whimsically drawn family aloud. The little girl with pigtails is wearing a red cape just like the one Mighty is wearing over her PJs.
Me: “Happy Anniversary to the Bestest Mommy and Daddy in the World!”
Dee: “Love, Your Cupcake (“Mighty”) and Milo.”
A big red heart and lots of X’s and O’s follow.
“Oh, cupcake!” gushes Dee with a kiss. “I love this! Such a perfect picture of us.”
“Me too,” I add, smacking a kiss on her other cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart!”
A smile as wide as the sky lights up my precious girl’s face. She’s missing several teeth now, and the front one has come in crooked just like mine did when I was her age.
“I signed Milo’s name for him. I couldn’t get him to hold the crayon.”
Dee and I laugh while Ty’s attention shifts to the painting on the bed. “Mommy, did you paint this?”
Dee grins. “Yes, cupcake. I made it for Daddy for our anniversary. I want him to hang it in his new office.”
I now occupy my father’s large corner office. After the Gunther Saxton debacle, my father decided not to sell our company but to retire anyway. Following the overnight success of Mighty Girl, he handed me the reigns and I’m now President of Hanson Entertainment.
“I know exactly where it’s going to go…on the wall right across from my desk so I can see you all day long,” I tell my daughter.
“YAY! What did you get Mommy?”
My pulse rate quickens with excitement. I have the most fucking awesome present for the love of my life—a pair of dangling diamond earrings, each heart-shape diamond symbolizing the two other loves of my life. My little gems. Just as I’m about to retrieve the little box hidden under my pillow, a loud wail sounds.
“Mommy, Milo is up!”
Our three-month-old son. Conceived on our wedding night. Though I wasn’t wearing protection, Dee was still on birth control. The chances of getting her pregnant were slim. What can I tell you? My sperm are still Olympians. And Zoltar was right as usual…a surprise awaited us.
The wail grows louder as we hop out of the bed. What a set of lungs this kid has! A screamer just like his mother. My present will have to wait. Tonight, over a romantic dinner at the Casa Del Mar hotel, I’ll give the woman I love with all my heart, body, and soul the earrings. I would give her the world if I could.
A few moments later we’re gathered in the nursery adjacent to our room. I lift my baby boy up from his crib and he calms. His eyes, the color of mine, gaze up at me. He coos and this little miracle, the spitting image of me, totally melts my heart. My eyes follow his around the room Dee hand-painted. A colorful
mural with barnyard animals and a cow jumping over the moon. Yup, I’d made many babies. But this one was as special as the little girl who changed my life forever. His wide eyes land on the three colorful words painted above his crib and he coos again. I smile. Yeah, my little man, you were…
MADE WITH LOVE
Tyson
Twenty Years Later
When I was little, Dad told me I could be anything I wanted to be when I wore my red cape.
I no longer wear that cape, but its powers have stayed with me.
An Olympic figure skating champion at the age of eighteen, I’m a writer now, a bestseller in love with a Pulitzer prize winning ginger, who’s convinced he once barfed all over my father.
This is my story…
All I will tell you is….
They lived happily ever after.
THE END
Thank you so much for reading Baby Daddy. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and that you fell in love with Drake, Dee, and Tyson. As a special bonus, here’s a link to Trainwreck, Ari and Sarah’s story. Ari Golden is a sexy as sin billionaire who lets aspiring toy designer Sarah Greene into his life despite the dark secrets they both harbor. Told in dual POV, it’s filled with steamy passion, suspense, and many twists and turns. And it’s FREE!
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
As always, it takes a village to write and publish a book. A big shout out to all of the following:
♥ My Bestest Betas: (In alphabetical order) Auden Dar, Kashunna Fly, Dawn Myers, Kristen Myers Kim Pinard Newsome, Jenn Moshe, Karen Silverstein, Jeanette Sinfield, Mary Jo Toth, Shannon Meadows Heyward, Joanna Halliday-Warren
♥ My Eagle-Eyed Proofreaders: Mary Jo Toth and Gloria Herrera
♥ My Amazing Cover Artist: Arijana Karcic, Cover It! Designs
♥ My Fabulous Ebook and Paperback Formatter: Paul Salvette, BBebooks
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