Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “That’s good, because I like fucking you,” she said.

  She was quite wet and it felt amazing to be inside her. She started moving her hips slowly, making sure that my dick was filling her as much as possible. That wasn’t a hard task, since she had a tight little pussy and my big cock crammed itself in.

  I wanted to tell her how amazing she was making me feel but I was unable to speak because the words simply would not come out of my mouth. Molly was an expert in bed. She moved slowly and purposefully at first, until I couldn’t bear the pleasure she was giving me and had to switch things up so that I could retain control.

  “My turn to take charge,” I told her.

  “Good,” she laughed.

  I placed her flat on her back on the bed and clambered on top of her, thrusting continuously until she started moaning in pleasure. Her pussy was so wet I had no intentions of ever getting out of her. I began sucking on her nipple while she writhed underneath me.

  “This feels so good,” she said, gripping my back so hard I was sure she was leaving marks – but I didn’t mind at all. “You’re going to make me cum.”

  “Good,” I told her, after removing her nipple from my mouth for a second. “I’m going to cum, too.”

  I returned to her delicious breasts while I felt myself cumming uncontrollably, and it was so much that I remained groaning slightly, even after I slipped out of her and removed the condom.

  My heart was racing, and I was wondering whether I was going to be able to keep my head.

  “I always want to be with you,” I whispered, as I tried to catch my breath.

  “Really? Despite being a player?” asked Molly.

  She was lying next to me, and her comment immediately made me bolt up in bed.

  “What did you say?” I asked.

  My eyes were wide open.

  “No, nothing,” replied Molly, turning around to face the opposite wall of my room.

  Her beautiful back was facing me, and I could see the yellow ribbon that was holding her hair in place. I wanted her to talk more about her comment, but I was feeling exhausted and didn’t want to ruin an otherwise great night by arguing.

  “Perhaps I used to be,” I told her. “But not anymore.”

  She didn’t say anything else. But I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking, “That’s what they all say.”

  Damn my annoying colleagues for putting these thoughts into her head. I wasn’t sure how I could prove to her that I really had changed. But I was determined to do so.

  I hadn’t ever felt this way about anyone before, and I had to make sure I kept letting her know that so that I could keep her in my life.

  We were having such a great time together and I was excited about what the future held for us.

  If only I could convince her that I was worth sticking with for the ride.

  Chapter 8 - Molly

  A couple of weeks had passed since I had seen Steve.

  I could not remove the thoughts of his friend approaching our dinner table the last time we had gone out. He had called Steve a player and said he already had a bad reputation around the office.

  And what was getting to me even more than that was what his colleague had said about him using me to improve his reputation. Steve had even confirmed it was true, albeit jokingly. I didn’t like the implication that he was trotting me out into public in order to get himself out of trouble.

  I’d heard similar comments at his house when he had that party, but I hadn’t totally understood them and felt bad for eavesdropping and had tried to forget about them. But now I couldn’t do that.

  I realized it was possible that he was playing me, just like the other girls, or, probably worse, using me to try to cover up his playboy past. I didn’t want to be a fool.

  When we had sex at his house after dinner that night, I told myself to just have a fun time and then go home. Two could play that game, after all. But then he’d made the comment about wanting to “always be with me” and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was the line he used on all the girls.

  He seemed to think I was upset about him having been a player and I hadn’t wanted to get into the fact that what bothered me more were the comments and jokes about my being some kind of reputation saver for him. So, I didn’t say anything and decided to just think about it on my own the next day.

  That next day ended up turning into weeks, as I felt stuck in indecision and inertia and figured it was better to avoid his calls until I had figured out what to do about this. But I also didn’t know how to figure it out, so I ended up continuing to ignore him.

  I knew I had no right to expect commitment from him, but I also didn’t like my heart being toyed with. It had been a long time since I had even dated, and I didn’t have a lot of time to waste on someone who was going to fuck with my heart or head.

  I wasn’t sure whether I should remain mad at Steve indefinitely, but what I did know was that I had no intention of talking to him at the moment. He had tried calling me quite a lot, and had sent a string of messages asking to talk, but I had simply kept ignoring him.

  I couldn’t help but think of the strangeness of Steve being in love with me despite being a senior person in his company. Somebody of his caliber really should be having a wife by this stage in his life or a steady girlfriend he could count on.

  At first, I had lacked confidence and was overly flattered, wondering “why me?” But now I’d started to wonder why none of the other women he’d obviously dated had wanted to be with him long-term. What was I missing that they hadn’t? Or could it simply be true that he hadn’t been interested in them but was actually interested in me?

  When we first met, he had been very kind to me, giving me the two hundred dollars that enabled me to meet my rent payments on time. However, now that the dust had settled, I was still amazed that he would actually want to settle down with me.

  Finally, after much back and forth with Kate – who did not agree with me, but acknowledged that it wasn’t her heart on the line – I decided there was no way that he was interested in me for real, long-term. I assumed that his work colleague’s comments must have been for real and that he must be a player using me to improve his image.

  It upset me, thinking about the time I had spent with him, but it was not entirely wasted, considering he had helped me get a new job. Now that things had appeared to be going well between us, I was starting to panic.

  It had been a long time since I had been in a relationship and I was already used to living the life of a single moment. It wasn’t that bad, actually, because I got to spend lots of time with Kelly and Kate.

  The last time I had been in a relationship, I had to get myself out of that situation mainly because the man could not handle the fact that I already had a daughter. Henry was a nice guy and we started dating without him knowing that I already had a daughter and when he found out, we were broken up within days.

  I thought the same would happen with Steve, because I was under the assumption that he was not going to be interested in being around a child who wasn’t his. Especially if he was a player.

  But as it was, he was extremely cool about it and even found it interesting to talk about Kelly once in a while. This confused me. Most players just wanted to have good sex and move on.

  Still, I decided to ignore him because it was in my best interests. It was better that whatever this thing was that we had between us not grow very strong because I had no intention of being emotionally attached to him.

  After everything that had happened with Kelly’s dad, I had learned to stand on my own two feet and not rely on anyone else – and that had gotten me far in life so I didn’t want to stop now, just because an amazingly handsome billionaire had come along and temporarily swept me off my feet.

  On this particular day, I was home with Kelly, watching her play video games, which I was trying to take turns playing, but sucked at. I had been going through the motions
to humor her, but finally figured it was pointless to keep trying because she was doing well enough without my inept involvement.

  It was a normal weekday and I didn’t have to go to work. It was my day off from waitressing. I just wanted to mull things over and make a decision regarding my immediate future.

  Part of me was hoping that Steve would eventually stop calling and that we could forget about each other. If he really was a player, I was sure that I was not going to hear from him after a while.

  Even he would get bored of sitting around waiting for me and he would eventually find somebody else to satisfy his needs. Unless he felt it was some kind of sick game where he chased me just to eventually dump me – that would not be fun and was something I wanted to avoid completely.

  What he had already done for me was spectacular; he had saved me in a big way, but I guess that our relationship had to come to an end at some point. I didn’t see how he would remain cool with me snubbing him over a period of time.

  But another part of me was tempted to text him back. I wanted to see where this relationship could go, but I was afraid of getting hurt. I had Kelly to think about, too. I hadn’t introduced her to him - I never would, unless I knew it was serious - but I didn’t want to be in a bad mood around her because of him.

  Despite my best efforts, though, I was feeling really grumpy and sad. I simply was not in a good mood and even my daughter had noticed. She had timidly asked me what was wrong, but I dismissed her fears and told her everything was okay. This allowed her to go back to playing her video games, but I worried that she would soon ask again.

  The possibility of breaking up with Steve was not pleasing me in any way, but neither were the thoughts of being played. I had missed a man’s company, but I realized that I had bigger problems to be worrying about at this stage of my life.

  I was trying to focus on watching the video game that Kelly was playing, and half-heartedly rooting her on although she didn’t seem to notice my presence due to being immersed in the game. I was surprised that I was burning up and feeling a little feverish. It was almost as though I was hungover, but it had been a while since I had a drink or went out, so that was impossible.

  It was possible that my irrational anger for Steve was making me feel sick inside. But that was quite strange because I was actually sick to the extent that I had to quickly excuse myself. I made for the bathroom, put up the toilet seat and vomited right there.

  As I gasped for air, it occurred to me that this was a feeling I was already familiar with. During my pregnancy with Kelly, this was exactly how I felt, and I never knew how I was going to deal with it. Now that I had some experience, it surprised me that the same feeling had returned.

  Holy shit, I thought to myself, is it possible that I’m pregnant?

  I hurried Kelly into the car - while she was complaining about having to pause her video game - and immediately rushed to the drugstore that was down the street. My heart was pumping and all sorts of thoughts were starting to invade my mind. I could not imagine what I would do if I was genuinely pregnant.

  It would change everything - things certainly would be much more complicated than I had imagined. I was really hoping that it was normal nausea, that I ate something bad and all I would have to do later on is go lay down and eventually feel better after some sleep.

  I got a pregnancy test and returned home immediately to try it. Kelly happily returned to her video games and luckily didn’t seem suspicious of anything weird going on. She thought I had just needed some last minute things at the store.

  Damn.

  There was a smiley face that showed up on the stick I had just peed on.

  Even though this was very far from being something to smile about.

  I did it more than once, but the outcome was the same each time. I was most definitely pregnant.

  I remained in the bathroom for a long time, but I could still hear Kelly going on with her games. I was unable to think clearly because I was trying to make sense of the positive pregnancy test that I was holding in my hand, after throwing away all the ones that had come before it as I had tried my best to reproduce the experiment with different results.

  How could this have happened?

  There was no way that I was supposed to be pregnant, at least not now. This was the worst possible scenario that could happen to me – being unexpectedly pregnant again – and it caught me completely off guard.

  I had always told myself that it would take a miracle before I had a second child. My reasoning was that my second child would have to be my husband’s if I got married. But here I was, single and living with my daughter in a cramped apartment with my best friend, and now pregnant with a second child.

  Steve and I had taken numerous precautions and so I was truly baffled with what was going on. There was no way I was supposed to be pregnant at this stage because it was simply something that should not happen.

  My only guess was that a condom had failed.

  I couldn’t even remember any time that that would have happened so I supposed it might have been a defective one.

  My heart was beating very fast and I realized that my thoughts were already cloudy.

  What was I going to do about my strange situation?

  I decided to get out of the bathroom finally, because I had to talk to somebody. I couldn’t just sit here all day, stunned in surprise.

  Kate was due home from work, so I hurried to make us some tea.

  I usually didn’t let Kelly play video games for this long, but she didn’t even seem to notice my distress, so this time I decided to make an exception.

  I was so glad when Kate finally walked in, even though it was way later than I had expected her to.

  “Oh, my God,” I told her, handing her some now tepid tea. “I thought you’d never get here.”

  “Sorry,” she said, looking at me with curiosity. “I had to stay late to crunch some numbers for a demanding client. But hooray for overtime pay, right? Wait a minute. What’s with this gross tea? You only serve me tea when something’s wrong. What is it?”

  “Sorry, I made it a while ago.”

  “Okay yea, but what’s up?” she asked. “Must be something big.”

  “Uh, you could say that,” I told her, thinking it strange how something so little in size – at least for right now – could be such a huge deal. “Come on, let’s go into my room.”

  We walked past Kelly, who gave a quick wave in between using the controller, after Kate said, “Well hello to you too, Kelly,” and into my bedroom where I shut the door.

  Usually I would tell her to use her manners and say hello to Auntie Kate but I didn’t have the time or energy to teach my child manners at the moment.

  “I’m pregnant,” I told Kate, deciding to cut right to the chase because I didn’t have long before Kelly would be hungry and it would be time for me to make dinner for us.

  Kate’s jaw swung open.

  She was as equally in disbelief as I was.

  “To Steve?” she asked.

  “Um, yeah,” I told her, wondering who else she thought I might be sleeping with.

  “How in the world did this happen?” she asked.

  I shrugged.

  “I don’t know. I sure wish I knew. Your guess is honestly as good as mine.”

  That was the only thing I could say.

  I was just as surprised as she was, but she kept asking me for details, such as if we ever skipped a condom or if one broke.

  “Noooo,” I told her, over and over, finally making a shushing sound and saying, “Can we please stop talking about this part before Kelly overhears us? I solemnly swear that we only ever had s-a-f-e s-e-x and that I have no recollection of anything being off and no idea how this could have happened.”

  “Well, okay, the past is the past and however it happened, it happened. So, let’s deal with the present. You have to tell him,” she said, “at least you’ll know if he really c
ares. This is a great, but unplanned, way to find that out, right?”

  I gave her a “what the fuck?” expression and she added, “I mean, I’m trying to think silver lining here.”

  I appreciated that someone was. However, I disagreed. I told her my suspicions about Steve and what I heard his co-workers saying about and to him.

  “He could be completely out for himself here, Kate,” I told her. “Being a single mom, I don’t need somebody interrupting my life just to try to play me. That’s why I haven’t been talking to him.”

  “If he’s only in it for fun, he’ll not be happy you’re pregnant,” Kate said.

  “I know! That’s my whole fear,” I told her.

  “Well, at that point you’ll know what he’s about and you can choose what to do. You can have the baby and have him not be part of your life. Or maybe he’ll want to be. Wait a minute. Why am I giving him more credit than you are? You’re the one who was obsessed with him for weeks.”

  She laughed, although I didn’t think it was very funny.

  “Yeah, and then I haven’t even seen him for weeks, because I was trying to get un-obsessed.”

  “Well, this really isn’t going to help that cause,” she joked.

  “Sure isn’t,” I agreed.

  “Listen, I understand your fears, but I think you and Steve had something good going on,” she said. “Sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith.”

  “Easy for you to say,” I joked.

  She nodded and then gave me a hug.

  “I know it is,” she said. “And I’m here for you no matter what you decide.”

  “Thanks, Kate. I appreciate your support, as usual.”

  “Hey, you were there for me that time I thought it was a good idea to bum around Europe with the guy who told me he was a musician,” she said.

  “Oh yeah. And it turned out that he meant he played his guitar at train stations with a Styrofoam cup for people to drop money into.”

  We both laughed at her lack of foresight about that one. But at least she’d had a fun travel adventure, whereas my escapades seemed to result in lifetime responsibilities.