Heart: BWWM Secret Baby Romance

by Kara Jones

  He pulled away and helped me off of his bike before he unlocked our door and pulled me into the house, peppering my face and neck with kisses. I placed my hand on his back, my nails digging into his flesh through his shirt and making him groan. He placed both of his hands on my ass and he hitched me up, making me wrap my legs around him as we continued kissing each other. He carried me like this all the way to the living room where he put me down to sit on the couch with him, going down on his knees in between my legs.

  “I want to taste you,” he said, his teal blue eyes clouded over with lust. They looked almost black. I helped him unbutton my jeans and pull them off of me, slinking his thumbs underneath my panties and pulling them down along with my pants.

  My head fell back as Dave immediately went and did what he wanted, giving my pussy one long lick before sucking on my clit and making my back arch up, my hand going to the back of the back-rest to anchor myself up as I pushed my core closer to Dave’s mouth. He started probing one long finger inside of me, slipping it deeper and deeper before adding another finger in the mix and curling it slightly, the tip of his fingers brushing at one spot inside that I never thought could possibly be triggered.

  I came hard in his hand, feeling my wetness start to pool inside and come out of me. He lapped at my juices, forcing me into another powerful orgasm that left me breathless and boneless on the couch. He got up from his knees and pulled his shirt off of his body, giving me an opportunity to explore every inch of his skin – the bulges and dips of his muscles – with my eyes and hands.

  He was so beautiful and strong and wild, but at the same time, he felt safe and secure. He felt like home – my home.

  “I want you, David,” I whispered. It was my turn to go down on my knees as I removed his belt and pulled his zipper down. He groaned as I held his groin, pressing it slightly through his jeans so I could see him hiss with pleasure. I partially removed his jeans, pulling his briefs down with it, and marveled at the size of him. He was large; large enough that I was worried he might not fit inside me. I blew a cold breath on the tip of his cock, teasing him slightly by moving my hands back and forth until I opened my mouth and wrapped the tip of his cock with my lips. I took him deeper into my mouth until the tip was touching the back of my throat, and I swallowed.

  Dave gasped and pushed me away, making me frown at him. I barely even started giving him a blowjob. What gives?

  “One more move like that and I would’ve been coming all over your mouth, and I want to come somewhere else inside of you,” he said, giving me a deep kiss before turning me around to hold on the back of the couch. I felt him right outside my entrance and he pushed inside of me slowly and effortlessly, in which all I could do was sigh in ecstasy.

  He leaned over and held onto my breasts as he pumped faster and faster behind me, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we worked for that sweet release.

  I screamed loudly as my walls undulated around him, my orgasm racking through me like a shockwave. He followed soon after, blowing his load inside of my walls before he pulled out, his cum starting to leak out as soon as he did.

  We collapsed on the couch in exhaustion, me lying on my stomach and him lying on top of me, and I bore all that delicious weight for as long as I could before I complained that I couldn’t breathe. He slid to the side of the couch, taking his weight off of me, and then proceeded to snake his arm underneath my body as he cuddled me closer to his chest, our skin sticking to each other from our sweat.

  We stayed quiet for a while, just basking in the afterglow of sex, when he finally spoke.

  “If that wasn’t clear enough for you, then just for tonight, I’ll use words to make you understand,” he tilted my head back to look at him, his breath fanning my face as we looked into each other’s eyes.

  “I’m in love with you, Brooke Peters, and I don’t know if you love me the same way or if this was just some random fuck, but I’m not going to give up until you love me just as much as I love you.”

  I blinked at him before putting my hand in his cheek, making small circles on his cheekbones as I smiled lovingly at him.

  “I already do,” I said simply, and he smiled.

  Chapter Nine

  David

  If someone had warned me that after a series of good fortunes would come a horrible comeuppance, then I would’ve been more careful about living my life so that it didn’t end up the way it did.

  I was all set. Running the gang as always was a full time job. I knew that much. Many of our members didn’t have a family to go back to, and without someone leading the unit, our so-called family would crumble. I’ve accepted my fate, and I was pretty content with my life, all things considered.

  Next was Brooke, we were a couple months into our relationship, and we were still stronger than steel. Sure, we still had our moments when she wanted to shoot me, and I wanted to strangle her while we debated on who gets the last two slices of bread for breakfast.

  Work was fine. Brooke and I were fine, and I really thought nothing would be able to bring me down from that.

  Chapter Ten

  Brooke

  I let go of the breath I was holding and tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t hear Dave talking anymore, so he was probably done with his call. I took one last breath of air before I went out of the bathroom, a huge smile plastered on my face.

  A smile that slowly disappeared as I realized he was packing his weapons and gear, the ones he used when he was going to do something illegal and stupid again.

  “Where are you going?” I asked, and he glanced up at me before continuing to pack.

  “I’ve got a job today. I might be home late,” Dave said.

  “But I told you we needed to talk.”

  “Can’t we talk later when I get home?”

  “No, it has to be now!” I exclaimed, and he looked at me weirdly.

  “Well, what is it then?” he asked, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

  I stared at him for a long moment before shaking my head.

  “I’m not going to tell you until you tell me you won’t go, and then you have to promise me you’re never going to take these kinds of jobs again.” I said, issuing an ultimatum. I was not going to raise our kid in this dangerous kind of life. I was not having it.

  We yelled at each other afterward, our conversation ending with him slamming the door behind him on his way out. I had proceeded to call the others, asking them about the job Dave was referring to. I went out of our apartment with every intention of following him to stop him from doing this and tell him why I wanted him to quit.

  But I was too late.

  Chapter Eleven

  David

  A couple of weeks after that, we were asked to receive a package from an anonymous phone call. Usually, I’d ignore such orders, but a down payment was sent, and I had no choice. I brought one of them with me just in case the person who ordered wanted me to send over something on the way back, but when I got there, I realized that I was trapped.

  They came from everywhere, surrounding and overpowering us. One guy placed chloroform on top of my mouth, so I passed out. By the time I came to, I was surrounded by cops… and huge quantities of drugs.

  I was framed. I was turned into a scapegoat.

  I shook my head as I raised my hands up as instructed. The kid that came with me was nowhere to be found, so I surmised that he was one of them. They had split as soon as they set this up around me.

  A couple of hours later, the cops walked me over to their car as the people walking down the street looked on, wondering what kind of crime I did to garner such attention. The hairs at the back of my neck stood up and I closed my eyes, realizing why my body reacted like someone dumped cold water on me. I turned my head, fearing for the worst before opening my eyes.

  It was Brooke. Brooke was standing in the middle of the small crowd looking on from the street, her eyes filling up with tears as she watched me get arrested. I wanted to get out and hold her, tell her everyt
hing would be okay, but no. Brooke would get tired of waiting around and look for another way out. And as I tried my hardest to express everything I was feeling with my eyes, I felt my heart plummet when she wiped off her tears. She looked at me with part hatred and part determination before turning around and walking away, not looking back.

  She didn’t have to tell me for me to know it was all over between us, and today was the first time I regretted not listening to her when she asked me not to leave.

  Chapter Twelve

  Brooke

  I clenched my fist as I willed myself to continue walking away from the scene while David was taken away by the authorities. I knew I felt something sketchy about this deal, and I told him about it, pleading with him not to go. But like all of my appeals to him, it fell on deaf ears, and he went with it anyway. Now, he’s gotten himself arrested.

  I needed to tell the gang quickly and get them all to a safe place. Now that Dave was in custody, no one was there to lead anymore. I wasn’t going to take that responsibility, and it was high time our gang did something more than distributing drugs. All of us had to start over, and Dave’s arrest would only spur us on.

  My eyes were pooling with unshed tears when the sky darkened and the rain poured down. I spotted a nearby awning and dove under it as the rain got stronger. I looked around and I scoffed as I realized where I had ended up.

  This was the exact same place Dave and I met. The day I was lost, and then I was found; the day Dave saved me in the rain. Today mimicked that moment in so many ways, except this time, it was Dave I was crying about, and I just lost him.

  I sat on the ground, pulling my knees up in the exact same position I in was all those years ago, and I cried my eyes out.

  How was I supposed to go on now?

  I put my hands on my stomach as I remembered the last time Dave and I talked.

  Walking back home in the rain, I went to the bathroom carrying a pregnancy test with me. I put the lid on the toilet and sat down, tapping my foot on the floor incessantly. The five-minute wait felt like forever. I held the stick between my thumb and forefinger so tightly that my hand started to shake, but that was probably because I was nervous. I mean, this stick had the power to change the course of my future, after all.

  I didn’t even know how I would feel about the result – positive or not. Was I ready to have a baby? Were Dave and I ready to be parents? Would this even be the kind of life he or she deserved?

  My alarm sounded and I looked down at the stick, holding my breath as I stared at it.

  Okay. I guess there was no point in thinking about it now.

  “It’s just you and me now, sweetie,” I said softly, feeling a little stupid for talking to a small cell growing in my stomach, but doing it anyway. “Mommy’s going to protect you, okay?”

  Epilogue

  David

  Fifteen years later…

  The rays from the sun were harsh and I shielded my eyes from it, scanning the road for anyone waiting for me. After fifteen years behind bars, I was still foolishly hoping that someone was waiting for me to get out of jail, ready to welcome me back with open arms.

  It was stupid of me to hope for such a thing after watching the love of my life walk away from me on that stupid day I got arrested.

  I was still amazed they let me out of there, really, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and just gave a quick prayer of thanks to whoever was up there who had my back.

  Fifteen years… Man, I wonder how Brooke is doing now. The only thing that kept me going was thinking about her and how the first thing that I was going to do when I got out was to find her, then beg for forgiveness. I didn’t even want to consider the possibility that she was dating or even shacked up with someone else, but I couldn’t deny it scared the hell out of me.

  I shook my head, purging the thought from my mind for who knows how many times I’ve done it. Brooke was and always would be the one for me, and once I found her, I was going to prove to her that we belonged to each other.

  This was the catch: I needed to find her first.

  Brooke

  “Jacob Lucas Peters! You get your butt down here right now, and I better not call you again!” I yelled, setting the plates down on the table and looking up at the stairs impatiently.

  I heard footsteps stomping on the second floor, and soon my fifteen-year-old son descended down the stairs in a hurry, his hands busy buttoning up his shirt as he walked into the dining room.

  “Sorry, mom,” he said, giving me a big kiss on the cheek before taking his seat at the table and piling his plate with food. I smiled as I watched him eat his fill. He was looking more and more like his father every day. It was a little scary. His eyes were mine, but the rest of him was all David – even the way he moved sometimes.

  I may have lost his father to the law, but Jacob dulled the pain just by being him, and that was more than enough to heal me.

  I shook my head at the amount of rice and hot dogs he planned to consume, and if I knew him, was definitely going to demolish within minutes. He was a growing teenage boy who is a part of many sports-related clubs in school, so I had to keep our fridge stocked with lots of food for him. I swear to God; you’d think he hadn’t eaten in a long time by the amount he ate.

  “Hurry up or you’re going to be late,” I reminded him.

  “No football practice this morning, so I’ll be fine,” he assured me, but I wasn’t completely convinced.

  “Still, you should’ve woken up earlier. You’re always hanging on to the last minute. Didn’t you almost get a detention for coming to Mrs. Rutherford’s class late?”

  “‘Almost’ being the operative word, mom,” he shoveled the last bite of his meal before taking his plate to the sink and washing it. I wasn’t about to raise him like a slob, that’s for sure. If he eats, he cleans. That’s just one of the rules of the household. He kissed me on the cheek again and I smiled at him. Other fifteen-year-old boys were embarrassed to kiss their mothers, but not my Jacob, who was a very affectionate young man.

  “I’ll be home a little late today. I need to finish up on my history project at the library and the materials aren’t allowed to be brought home,” he said, and I nodded before I kissed his cheek and he went back upstairs to grab his stuff for school. I took my planner out and checked my schedule for the day, frowning as I saw a red circle on the date today. I was pretty sure I didn’t have anything special going on that day, so I couldn’t have marked it down. It must be Tim who did it. I wonder why?

  Tim was one of the veteran gang members left over and remained loyal to the members of the group. He pleaded for me to give him a job, as well as a fair number of our members, and I looked into different ways of making money through legal means.

  I sold the bar and invested parts of it in stocks I researched were going to increase their value, and part of it in relocating all of us somewhere far away from the police sniffing around Dave’s case. The ones who framed Dave were probably out to get all of us, so the farther away we were, the better. Next, I checked into a few businesses we could use to get ourselves by with half suggesting delivery of goods and documents at rush hours while the others suggested transport. We ventured into a few others, but those two brought in the most profits, and the members could finally live comfortable lives without having to worry about losing them.

  I had admitted that I was pregnant with Dave’s child a month into moving on with our lives, and though they were reluctant to do it, they all agreed to help me keep it a secret, and not to try to see him in jail for fear that our enemies were still watching our every move and tracking us down. We hadn’t heard a thing about Dave ever since.

  It was wrong, I know, to abandon him like that, but I had others to think about, the most important being my son. I don’t regret it at all.

  I must admit, there are still days when I think about him, wonder how he’s doing, or if I’ll ever see him again, but I have other things to think about now and that in
cludes what I should cook for breakfast.

  David

  I’m lost.

  Tim is the worst with directions, and I shouldn’t have been surprised that I got lost because of it. The fact that I knew that he sucked and still counted on him to help me makes it even worse.

  I turned my head everywhere, desperately hoping for a sign of some sort. I gritted my teeth and just chose a random corner to turn to, squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. It was the wrong time to do it, because I immediately collided into something hard, making me step back. I opened my eyes in annoyance, ready to shout at the person who bumped into me, only to freeze as I saw at a guy who looked exactly like me.

  By the shocked look on his face, he was just as stunned as I was at meeting each other’s doppelganger.

  I blinked my eyes rapidly, and I realized that his eyes were different from mine. They were a darker shade of blue. Now that I think about it, they remind me of…

  My eye’s widened.

  His eyes.

  He has Brooke’s eyes.

  “What are you looking at?” he asked warily, his brows furrowing in the same way I did and I swallowed, trying to keep my cool.

  “I don’t know if it escaped your notice, but we kind of look alike,” I said, looking at him incredulously.

  “So?”

  Oh, so he was going to be difficult, huh? Fine. I ignored his question and asked him something else.

  “I’m looking for someone. She’s about this tall,” I indicated with my hand, placing it just by the level of my armpit. “Blonde, in her early thirties, and has the same eyes as you do,” I told him, and his jaw clenched.