Heart: BWWM Secret Baby Romance

by Kara Jones

  “You’re insane. You’re actually mental.” She climbed into her car and slammed the door shut. “Stay away from me.”

  “But why?” he pushed his arm through the window and held her hand tight. “We were good once, weren’t we?”

  She nodded.

  “That was a long time ago... before you committed armed robbery.”

  He sighed.

  “Look… Can’t I talk to you for a minute? I gotta explain something.”

  He looked deep into her eyes.

  “Please?”

  Again, she nodded.

  “I’ll give you two minutes, but Lord knows why? I should call the cops and get you sent right back to jail,” she leaned over and opened the passenger door for him.

  Climbing in beside her, he knew he had to tell her the truth.

  “I’m not that much of a bad guy. I know you think I am, but really… I had good intentions, I really did.”

  “You had good intentions about holding up a gas station? Please explain.”

  “It wasn’t for the MC, for the gang… I know I said it was, but… it wasn’t.”

  She raised an eyebrow as she listened.

  “It was for you, Brandy.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “It was gonna be my one final act of being an outlaw, and I was gonna quit the gang and leave that all behind me. You had a baby in you after all, and I wanted to be there, but I knew you deserved the best, and for that, we needed money. I had this stupid idea that if I got enough, we could run away together; you, me, and the baby.”

  “Are you kidding me? You robbed that place for us?”

  She didn’t believe a word he said until she looked into his eyes and saw there was a single tear on the cusp of running down his face.

  “I don’t know what the hell to think anymore,” she leaned back in her seat. “You’re crazy.”

  “You don’t have to think anything right now, but can you at least let me see my son. You haven’t even told me what his name is.”

  She thought about her little boy, the most precious person in her world. He deserved to know who his real father was.

  “Ok,” she nodded. “You can see him.”

  Chapter Eight

  After picking up Ricky from the next door neighbor, she brought him home. Rex was smitten the moment he held the boy in his arms.

  "You're the cutest kid I've ever seen," he kissed him on the cheek and felt overcome with emotion.

  Looking to Brandy, he explained:

  "I know this ain't gonna mean much now, but... when I was inside, all I thought about was you two. I've been waiting for this day for as long as I can remember."

  Brandy could see the tenderness in the way he held his son, and could clearly see the love in his eyes. Could he maybe deserve a second chance? Just maybe? Neil was definitely out her life now, so perhaps things worked out the way they should... but still... that ridiculous story about committing robbery to pay for her and the baby? There was no way that was true... was it?

  She watched the two of them play together on the floor, grappling each other and pretending they were wrestlers. Ricky was giggling and squealing while his father looked as though he was having more fun than the baby. She felt herself soften to his company once again, but tried to reign in her feelings. Remember what he's like, she reminded herself. He's an ex-con, a biker.

  But, the more she watched him and Ricky together, the more she considered that prison had changed him.

  "Hey..." she called out.

  Both Rex and Ricky looked up as though caught in the act of making mischief. Brandy couldn't help but laugh.

  "Er... Rex... Can I have a word with you a moment?"

  "Sure," he got up off the floor.

  "Erm... I mean upstairs."

  "Oh!"

  As they entered the bedroom, she closed the door behind her.

  "We shouldn't leave him alone downstairs, should we?" Rex, trying to be the responsible father, panicked.

  "He'll be fine. The TV's on. He won't go anywhere, I promise."

  "So... What's up?"

  "I was thinking…"

  This is madness, she thought. I shouldn't be doing this.

  "I was thinking maybe... er..., if you're not mad at me for running off with Neil, that...," she was stumbling over her words, not quite sure what she was feeling or trying to say.

  "Maybe we could try again," she blurted out. "I mean... You're a madman Rex, but that's why I fell in love with you in the first place."

  He smiled and cupped her face gently in his hands.

  "I'm willing to let bygons be bygons and start again if you are," he whispered as he brought his lips close to hers.

  "I am," she closed her eyes and let him kiss her.

  He was gentler than she remembered; more caring and soft in the way he held her. All those feelings she had for him now resurfaced, and she wanted him more than ever.

  Reaching down and unzipping his jeans, she was desperate to feel him. It was the first time Rex had been touched in two years, and he felt wild and out of control as her fingers wrapped around his girth.

  "Oh God, Brandy I've missed you so much!"

  He picked her up with one hand and flung her onto the bed. Pulling himself out, he stroked his length as he watched her undress.

  "You're even more perfect than I remember."

  His eyes were all over her body, then so were his hands. He was on top of her, his enormous frame pushing down into her frail body. They were kissing hard, eager to feel every part of one another's body.

  "I can't stop myself. I gotta have you." He grabbed hold of her breasts and sucked on her nipples.

  "I want you so much," Brandy opened her legs wide to reveal the moistness between her legs.

  He pushed himself inside her roughly and listened to her scream. Pressing his hand over her mouth, he spoke gruffly.

  "We can't let the baby hear us," he grunted, as he pushed into her over and over again.

  She bit into his hand, but he relished the pain as a welcomed distraction from ejaculating too soon. But, it wasn't long until he couldn't hold it much longer.

  "I'm coming," he whispered. "Oh fuck!"

  And, his legs began to shake as he reached climax, every muscle in his body convulsed with the ecstasy of orgasm.

  After he was spent, he lay by her side and kissed her cheek. Holding her close, he looked into her eyes.

  “You're so beautiful. I'm sorry for everything.”

  “I'm sorry too,” she kissed him. "But, I've got to ask you something?"

  "Anything," he smiled.

  "Can we do it again?”

  The End

  Bear All The Way

  Lucia Jordan

  Chapter 1

  The wind was blustering through the night, smacking the tree branches up against Rochelle’s window. She was tossing and turning beneath her covers, unable to sleep. The nightmares were getting worse and they were only fueled by the terrible weather. When the first bolt of lightning hit the back yard, she sat bolt upright and resigned herself to a sleepless night.

  “Urgh…. My God,” she rolled out of bed straight into her slippers.

  Pulling on her dressing gown tight around her body, she shuffled out her room and downstairs in search of snacks and a cold glass of milk. Illuminating the dark kitchen with the glow of the refrigerator, she pulled out the milk and a half eaten dish of apple pie that her mother had made earlier. Then, she reached into a nearby drawer for a fork and got stuck by it. She was shameless about her big appetite, and it was one of the things that her mother loved about her. She was always relishing home cooked meals and rustling up fancy dinners during the holiday season; not that her trim body would show it though. Despite her eating at least four meals a day, she was no bigger than a size four and constantly envied by her girlfriends. She could hear her mother’s voice in her head, as she tucked into the pie.

  “As soon as you hit your twenties, you’ll balloon into a beast.”r />
  But of course, Rochelle didn’t care about that right now. As she polished off the last bite, she reached for her cellphone and tapped the name at the top of her call list. As she listened to the dial tone, something shone beside her and she noticed it was her father’s sheriff’s badge. She fiddled with it for a moment before putting it back in its place.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey… Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?” her sister Anna seemed confused.

  “Because I can’t sleep and the thunder and lightning is scaring me,” Rochelle whispered.

  “Oh yeah? Is the weather real bad down there?”

  “Oh, just awful,” Rochelle sighed. “When are you going to be home?”

  “Why… you miss me?” her sister chuckled. “I keep telling you, when the semester’s over.”

  “But, that’s not for ages!”

  Since Rochelle’s older sister had moved up north to go to college, she had been feeling lonely at home. She was always finding excuses to call her up at all times of the day and night, but lucky for her, Anna thought she was cute.

  “You do know that it won’t be long until you have to leave for college?”

  “I know…..” Rochelle sipped at her milk.

  “You have applied haven’t you?”

  “Yes….”

  “Good… and what’s Dad thinking about you finally leaving the nest?”

  “I think he’s happy,” Rochelle lied, as her voice quivered.

  “Happy? That bastard’s never happy about anything!” Anna was enraged just thinking about him.

  “Hey, it’s ok. He’s not been too bad recently, I promise.”

  “You’re lying. I can tell sis, he’ll never change.”

  Rochelle, too scared to talk about him anymore, hung up in a panic and flung her phone across the kitchen counter. It slid all the way to the other side before falling to the floor with a loud clatter.

  “What the hell is that noise?”

  She had woken her father and she could hear him rising from the creaking bed in anger. Gulping down her anxiety, she huddled in her seat praying he wouldn’t come into the kitchen, but it was too late. He had already noticed her sitting there through a gap in the banister, and he came marching in with his heavy footsteps shaking her plate on the table.

  “What the hell are you doing up at this time of night?”

  “I was just… scared of the storm,” Rochelle whimpered.

  “Scared? I’ll give you something to be scared about!” He raised his hand as though he was about to hit her.

  He moved just a fraction of an inch and she cowered beneath him, flinching at his sudden movement. He laughed at the fear he had inflicted on her and pulled back with a proud look on his face.

  “I’ve told you a hundred times. When you go to bed, you stay there. I swear to God girl, you’re gonna eat us out of house and home.”

  “But…”

  “But, what... Eh?”

  As per usual, he was furious and there seemed to be little reason for his outburst, but Rochelle and her sister were used to it and grew up under his reign of terror. If anything, it had made the sisters closer and they never went a day without checking up on each other.

  “Next time, you’ll get more than a warning,” he snarled. “Bed…… Now!”

  Rochelle ran as fast as she could; taking the stairs two at a time. Once in the comfort of her bedroom, she slammed the door closed and burst into tears. It wasn’t fair. Other girls’ fathers weren’t like this. She looked around her bedroom and felt a wave of sadness engulf her. It wasn’t long until she left home for college, but it was still months away and she couldn’t stay any longer.

  Thinking about Anna, she desperately wanted to speak to her again, but as she reached for her phone, she realized it was still in the kitchen.

  “Oh no!” her tears became heavier.

  There was no way she could go back into the kitchen. She could still hear her father down there on the prowl. But, she had an idea…

  The storm was still raging outside and the noise wasn’t any less frightening, but remaining in the house was just intolerable. As she pulled on her jeans and coat, she thought about her mother and how she’d suffer without either of her daughters at home. But, she needed to live her own life because she was finally at the end of her tether.

  Resting her forehead against the window, she looked down into the back yard and decided it wasn’t too much of a jump onto the garage roof, and then to the ground. It was now or never.

  Hurling as many belongings as possible into her backpack, she took a deep breath and opened the window. The cold air lashed at her face with her wet hair whipping at her eyes. The rain was beating down hard with the noise of the nearby trees creaking and groaning ominously.

  “I love you Mom,” she whispered into the night, and then leapt.

  Chapter 2

  She regretted her escape as soon as she landed in the soft mud of the garden, but as she looked up to her bedroom window, she knew there was no going back. Running headlong into the night, she knew it was likely she wouldn’t even make it to the city, but it was worth a shot. In fact, anything was worth a try to get out of the hellhole she knew to be her home.

  Reaching the edge of the house, she climbed into her car and wondered how she could start it without waking her parents. She figured there was no use in even trying to conceal the sound. Her home lay on the edge of a deep valley with no one around for miles and any sound would travel far and wide. She’d have to be quick, turn the key and be down the drive in a matter of seconds. For the first time in her life, she prayed the thunder and lightning would come down to disguise the sound of the engine, but as she turned the key, she wasn’t so lucky. The car roared into life with the headlights beaming into the kitchen window.

  Her father was sitting there, blinded by the light for a moment before he stood up in a rage. She could see him, as he made his way through the house. Pushing her foot to the floor she sped away as fast as possible, kicking up dirt and gravel as she drove.

  The open road stretched out ahead of her, and finally, she was free. All the way through the valley, she was terrified that she’d see the lights of her father’s truck shining in the mirrors, but he never came and, as she slowed down to a steady speed, she wondered why.

  Thinking about her mother once again, she tried to swallow back the tears, but it was no use. She felt terrible for leaving her behind without even a hint of an explanation, but she knew she’d understand. However, the tears became heavier and heavier until she was sobbing with her chest heaving, as she gasped for air. She soon became blinded by both the tears and the rain, but she drove on relentlessly with the force of the wind shaking the car along the isolated road.

  Taking a quick, but blurry glance to the dashboard, she saw she was almost out of gas and the thought of being stuck out here in the wilderness terrified her.

  “Oh my God!” she wailed. “This can’t be happening.”

  Then, it came; something rock-hard and heavy with an insurmountable force. It hit the hood of the car at speed, and it brought Rochelle to a screeching halt. She screamed in terror, as she saw the creature that was attached to the front of the hood. As a devoted animal lover, the thought of injuring something so innocent broke her heart. It would seem that her night was getting worse by the minute.

  However, the rain was brutal, as it lashed down around the vehicle making deafening noises against the roof. She had to squint to see what kind of animal it was and she wiped at the windshield to see it better. With a gasp, she saw the large paws that were digging into the car and the enormous torso they lead up to.

  Her breath stopped at the realization she’d hit a bear. It was wounded and lying face down with its blood mingling with the rain drops. She leaned further forward in her seat until the steering wheel was digging hard into her chest. She had to see if it was alive. For a second, she was sure she saw its great body rise and fall with each breath, but she could
n’t be certain.

  Creeping closer until her nose was against the glass, she looked for a sign that it was alive, but still, it didn’t move. Then, a flash of green hit her through the darkness. The bright eyes of a beast glared at her through the windshield, and she screamed, stumbling backward into the back seat. The bear was awake and it was angry.

  It leaned back with pain in its eyes and growled with Rochelle screaming along with it. Despite all her years living in the wilderness, she'd never seen a wild animal so close. Its claws were digging into the windshield while its teeth were menacing and sharp. She figured one foul swoop to her face would maim her for life. Shaking uncontrollably, she clutched her hands desperately at the leather upholstery.

  Eventually, she let go, but only because she was ripping her fingernails from their beds. The pain was a temporary refuge from the fear and she looked down at her broken nails for a moment, but in that split second, everything changed because when she shifted her eyes back up to the windshield, the bear was moving away.

  Its anger had dissipated and had been replaced with a deep sadness. Rochelle could see the pain in his eyes and his gaze softened just long enough to look her in the eye once again. Then, it shuffled away. It was badly hurt, and as the fear subsided, the young girl was left feeling guilty. She watched the beast limp off the road and into the nearby woods where it instantly became enshrouded in the darkness.

  With the urge to help it, she stared out the window praying that the animal would be ok. Meanwhile, the rain was pummeling the car. She knew she had to escape the area as fast as she could in case her father was on his way, and she felt herself grow cold at the thought. With great trepidation, she climbed back into the driver's seat and took a deep breath. For the first time, she could see the damage done to the front of the car and she gasped.

  "Shit!" she slammed her hands on the steering wheel.

  Taking a quick glance out the window to keep her eye on the bear, she saw its vague outline amongst the trees. It wasn't running away anymore; it seemed to just be.... keeping an eye on her. Something about the vibe it gave off sent a chill down her spine. She didn't understand what it was doing. With her eyes darting between the road ahead and the bear, she felt her heart race, but then, it raced even faster when she saw the bear move.