Heart: BWWM Secret Baby Romance

by Kara Jones

  His other hand found its way to her breast; squeezing it a little and making Sarah arch her back upward with a gasp. Jake groaned, as he realized Sarah wasn’t wearing a bra, and his fingers went to the hardening bud of her nipples and pulled until Sarah cried out.

  He got up and pulled his shirt over his head; watching her as her eyes swept over the rippling muscles of abs, as well as his pelvic muscles showing from the low rise of his jeans. He saw the slight bob in her throat, as she explored his body with her eyes, but he wanted more from her. He took her hand, holding it by her wrist, and guided it to her chest, letting her fingertips brush against his skin. He felt her pulse quicken, as she shivered and he shook his head at her.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Jake whispered, and Sarah looked at him nervously. He moved on top of her again and kissed her softly; taking her mind off of her nerves. Her hands crawled up his back, feeling his skin and his warmth. Jake groaned; deepening their kiss, as his hand roamed over her body, moving downward to the top of her jeans and removing the clasp. Sarah gasped as she felt his hand creep inside her pants and cup her mound, his fingers pressing down on her slit through the fabric of her panties. He moved his mouth to the shell of her ear and whispered.

  “Are you wet for me, baby?” Sarah shivered at the velvety tone of his voice and nodded helplessly. Jake smirked and pressed down harder, making Sarah whimper. “Take your shirt off, baby. It’s not fair that I’m the only one half-naked.”

  Sarah gulped and pushed him off of her, as her hands trembled. She clutched the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, and Jake immediately placed his hands over her newly uncovered skin. His hands were hot against her skin and she shivered again.

  “Jake, please…,” Sarah whimpered, not even knowing what she was asking for. He pulled on one pant leg of Sarah’s jeans, yanking it sharply, and she fell back toward the mattress. He yanked again until she was clad only in her underwear, and he drank in the sight of her; his eyes darkening with lust.

  Sarah felt shy and moved her hands over her breast in an attempt to cover herself, but suddenly, Jake was lying over her, swatting her hands away, as he lowered his mouth and took one bud in, sucking her nipple hard. She moaned at the flick of his tongue on her nipple before he switched to her other breast, biting and nipping.

  She shut her eyes tight, as her mind was filled with streams of violent color. She was feeling something tighten within the pit of her stomach and going down to the inner muscles of her sex. She didn’t know what it was, and she was caught in between the idea of release and letting the torturous pleasure go on forever.

  “Jake, I want… I need,” she begged.

  “I know,” he murmured against the valley between her breasts. His tongue gave it one long lick before he got up and removed his jeans; Sarah bracing her upper body with her arms, as she watched him with a new kind of hunger. When he pulled his pants off together with his boxers, Sarah’s eyes widened, as she looked at him, but he didn’t give her enough time to be nervous again, as he leaned forward and pulled her panties off of her.

  Jake climbed over her once more and Sarah met him midway; grabbing his shoulders and head, as she kissed him fervently, unable and unwilling to hold her feelings back any longer. He reciprocated her kiss, as he lowered her back to the bed, positioning himself over her entrance. She gasped, as she felt the tip of his cock brushing against her clit. She moaned, as he circled his hips, teasing her before finally putting it in bit by agonizing bit.

  She screamed, as he broke through her barrier; Jake shutting her up with a kiss, as his brow beaded with sweat. He pushed further, distracting her from the pain with his mouth and his touch until he was completely inside of her. He waited for a few moments; waiting for her to adjust to his size before pulling out almost completely, making her gasp, as she felt each and every vein pulsating in his member.

  Jake strained to keep it as slow as possible, but when he felt her move her hips a little bit, all of his self-control went out the window and he drove himself inside her, going faster and faster until Sarah could do nothing but moan in rhythm with his thrusts.

  Sarah could feel her walls starting to tighten around him, feeling the hairs on her arms going up, as she reached the peak and exploded, crying out and grabbing onto his shoulders, as she soared. Jake pumped once, twice, before he roared his climax, spurting his huge load inside of her in long spurts until he collapsed on top of her; the both of them breathing heavily.

  Their love-making was both beautiful and shattering at the same time like the pleasure and pain that she felt were a prelude to a life of being with him. She felt the music ringing in her ears, but this time, it was Jake who was the pianist and she the instrument; taking her higher and higher until she reached a crescendo.

  “Have my feelings reached you, Jake? Are we finally on the same path together? Do you finally see me as someone important?” was her last thought before exhaustion overcame her and she fell asleep with Jake still on top of her, snoring slightly.

  Chapter Six

  Light peeked in from the curtain and hit Sarah’s head; waking her up from her stupor. She blinked sleepily, as she wondered where she was before the dull ache between her legs reminded her of what transpired last night. Her cheeks reddened, as she remembered every kiss and every touch that she and Jake had shared; the thought so surreal for her to believe.

  She turned around to look at Jake lying beside her, only to find him already sitting on his side of the bed wearing jeans and cradling his head with both hands. She frowned and got off her back, pinning the sheets to her chest to cover herself up before tapping Jake on the shoulder. He turned toward her, startled. Sarah smiled at him until she noticed that he was looking at her weirdly, almost as if he couldn’t believe she was there.

  “Jake? What is it?” Sarah asked. The look on his face was beginning to worry her.

  “Sarah,” he whispered. Sarah moved her hand to his cheek and he flinched, getting off the bed and standing in front of her; his eyes still wide and fearful. “I am so sorry,” he said.

  Those four words came crashing down on her, shattering the beautiful moment they had together and instantly obliterating any future she had dreamt of between them. She blinked back tears, as he continued his apology.

  “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. Oh God, Kimberly,” he said hurriedly; bringing his hand to his mouth, as he worried what his girlfriend would say once she found out. “Sarah, please forgive me,” he pleaded. He leaned on the mattress grabbing one of Sarah’s hands. “I’m sorry.”

  A million things were going on in Sarah’s head, all of which caused a blow on her heart. She wanted to tell him to take it back, to take back his apology because she didn’t need it, and for him to not ruin the most magical moment in her life, but she did none of that.

  Instead, she nodded her head, avoiding his searching eyes.

  Because what else could she have done at this point?

  “I’m going to get dressed,” Sarah mumbled, and Jake readily agreed; nodding his head vigorously, grabbing his shirt from the floor, and hightailing it out of the room. And, as soon as the door shut, Sarah wept.

  Sarah avoided the Shepherds like the plague including Mae, who after spotting her in the kitchen wrapped around another senior from their class, inquired her about how she was. Sarah told her that she mistakenly drunk a cup of beer and she slept off her headache in one of the rooms, and Mae seemed to accept her explanation without suspecting anything.

  It was graduation day, and the students did their customary march and lining up to get their diplomas and do their final bow on stage, surrounded by the people who love them.

  Sarah had been feeling a little queasy for a couple of days now, and adding with it the knowledge of how disappointed her parents were that she didn’t graduate with any honors, she was not looking forward to her turn. But soon, the surnames starting with ‘M’ were called and she crossed the stage and shook hand
s with the Principal before walking front and center. She took a small bow, and when she looked back up, Mae’s parents were cheering loudly for her while Jake gave her a small smile. Her stomach did somersaults until she forcibly quelled it; reminding herself that she didn’t mean anything to him except a drunken one night stand. She made her exit on the other side of the stage and sat back with the other graduates, waiting for it to be over.

  She didn’t throw her cap over their heads when the ceremony ended, instead she made her way to her parents car, having watched her parents already going over there. She had managed to avoid Mae and her parents by moving along the crowd, but she was surprised when Jake came out from behind the tree and grabbed her hand, stopping her.

  “Sarah,” Jake said softly, and Sarah kept her gaze on the ground. “Congrats,” he said.

  Sarah nodded and was about to walk away when Jake stopped her again.

  “Look, I… I’m really sorry about what happened between us. I still want to be your friend. Don’t avoid Mae because of my mistake,” he pleaded. Sarah looked at him sadly.

  “I want to be alone, Jake,” she said, pulling her arm away from his grip, and then running to her parents’ car. She jumped in the back seat and slammed the door to the annoyance of her mother. Mae texted her a few minutes later, asking her where she was and to go to their house to celebrate, but she didn’t bother to reply.

  She’d explain everything to Mae once she got a handle of her emotions, and then she’d resolve to forget everything she felt about Jake Shepherd and that one mistake they shared.

  But three weeks later, she’d realize that she would never be able to forget about it at all.

  Sarah’s hand trembled, as she stared at the stick, the end of it glowing pink. She had read the instruction on the box over and over to be sure of the result. Blue for negative. Pink for positive.

  The result was positive. She was positive; positively pregnant.

  She covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her cries, as she sat on the lid of the toilet seat imagining what her parents would do to her once she told them because she had to tell them now that she was sure. She had been feeling nauseous for weeks and her parents were already suspicious of her behavior.

  She walked out of the bathroom still holding the test and entered her room, making a beeline for her phone. Jake had left the day after their graduation, so she couldn’t tell him in person. It would have to be a call.

  She listened, as it rang once…twice…three times until a voice that was distinctly not Jake answered his phone.

  “Hello?” a female voice asked, and Sarah blinked, thinking she dialed the wrong number until another voice spoke.

  “Baby? Who is it?” This time, she was sure that it was Jake’s voice she heard, and Sarah slammed the phone down completely distraught.

  “He called her ‘Baby’,” Sarah thought. “He was probably back together with Kimberly then.” Sarah’s heart broke at this, further realizing how dire her situation is. He was happy, and she was miserable.

  And soon, Sarah knew she would be all alone.

  Chapter Seven

  Six years later…

  Mae slumped in her chair, sighing as everything on her schedule was finally over and she was home. She was starting to regret that she insisted on organizing her own wedding instead of hiring a wedding planner like her manager suggested, but she was proud of herself just the same.

  She was about to be married to her high school sweetheart, now a big time movie producer, and she was a world-famous Hollywood actress. Everything was coming up roses for her, and there was only one thing missing to make everything absolutely perfect: her best friend.

  Mae had not seen Sarah ever since they graduated six years ago, and she felt guilty that she hadn’t tried hard enough to look for her. She felt worse when she grew to resent Sarah for ignoring all her calls and texts. When she entered the University they applied for, she couldn’t find her anywhere, and she saw from the list that Sarah wasn’t on it. She went back home to talk to Sarah’s parents, but they shooed her away; telling them they had disowned Sarah. She told her brother about it and a couple of days later, Jake appeared on her doorstep with a contrite expression on his face, as he told her what happened between him and Sarah at the party.

  Her relationship with Jake was strained after that, as he shifted his hatred from Sarah to Jake; blaming him for the fall out between her and her best friend. Their relationship hadn’t been the same since. She threw herself into acting until she was discovered by her agent and when her movie became a sleeper hit, she was well on her way to blowing the big screen.

  She was stronger and more powerful now, and the first thing she did was hire P.I.’s to look for Sarah. After years of fruitless searching, a lead had finally turned up and, as she looked at the blurry picture of her best friend walking down a street, she smiled.

  Finally, she was about to reconnect with her best friend again.

  Jake took his helmet off and raised it high as he roared; the scream from the fans intensifying, as his team came running toward him. He slammed the ball into the ground and his mates carried him up to their shoulders; chanting his name. He had done it. He had set them on this course to victory and were State Champions.

  He was drafted into the NFL right after college, and after four of being in second string, he got bumped up and led his first play. He had led the team last year, becoming the dark horse all season, but unfortunately, they lost, narrowly missing by a point. Things were different now, and all their practices and efforts weren’t for naught. They had done it.

  When he got out of the showers, still hopped on the high of winning, he checked his phone and grinned at the dressy invite email his sister gave him for her wedding. He clicked, “Yes” and sent it back before sending his sister a text telling her he won. She congratulated him before she brought up a topic he thought she’d never ask him about after all this time.

  “I found out where Sarah is,” she said, and his breath caught.

  Sarah Matthews; the girl he let get away six years ago, the one he slept with after getting drunk off his ass, and then carelessly shrugging off the next morning, the one he couldn’t stop thinking about ever since.

  His relationship with Kimberly crashed and burned two months after he arrived back to his dorm when he caught her cheating on him. He hated her for it, sure, but he knew that a part of it was his fault. He wasn’t the same guy when he came back from home after he slept with Sarah. He’d find himself thinking about her more often than he paid attention to his actual girlfriend, sometimes even toying with the idea of what if he had stayed with her that day.

  She had called him one night, only to hang up when Kimberly answered it, and when he tried to call her back, her number was disconnected, and like his sister, he never tried hard enough to look for her after that.

  But, it seemed fate was finally on their side. Sarah had reemerged, and he felt something stir within the pits of his stomach. The song Sarah played long ago in the music room played in the back of his head, as he remembered her again.

  “I’m coming with you,” he said in a rush; not bothering to wait for Mae to ask him to come with. He’ll talk to his coach and tell him he was taking his vacation early, being a champ and all. He hung up the phone and stared at the excited look on his face; his eyes brightening up in a way he hadn’t seen them do in a long time.

  Ding!

  “Order up, Table #4,” said the cook, and Sarah took it, smiling robotically at the customer as she served him.

  20 minutes to go and her shift would end, and then she could finally go home. She worked her tables, collected her tips, and waved goodbye to her boss and fellow waitresses before going on her way.

  She walked faster, crossing the roads until she finally reached her apartment building. She climbed up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator, and running down the end of the hallway until she reached her door. She put the keys in the lock and pushed her door open, a
nd she smiled as a little girl with dark blue eyes and blonde hair tackled her midsection; wrapping her littler arms around her.

  “Mommy!” the little girl cried, and Sarah’s smile grew. She picked her up and planted butterfly kisses all over the little girl’s face, making her giggle.

  “Hello, my little Jessie,” Sarah said, and her daughter rewarded her with a toothy smile.

  Chapter Eight

  “Are you sure this is the right place?” Jake asked, looking at the ancient-looking diner apprehensively. This is where Sarah works at? He was expecting something classier like a pianist at an orchestra or something. Not this. He had hoped better for her.

  Mae didn’t like the looks of the diner either, but she sucked it up, pushed the glass doors open, and sat on one of the booths that looked to be the most private. Her PI told her the name of the place, and the time Sarah usually had her shift, purposely coming earlier to see her best friend first before Sarah spotted them. The other waitress told her that Sarah would be coming in a few minutes late because she went to school first. Mae was delighted to hear her best friend was still studying, but the waitress looked at her strangely before walking away to get their orders.

  Jake pulled his cap lower to his head before slumping down on the chair; blinking back his urge to sleep. His flight was rough and he didn’t get much sleep either because he stayed up all night thinking about Sarah or how this reunion was going to play out. He needed to wake himself up.