Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I pulled myself away from him, feeling like I had been slapped. Before I could say anything, he reminded me of that night from long ago.

  “You remember what happened the last time we touched. Your father kicked me out and told me to stay away — that hurt. I lost my best friend, my everything. Gary warned me to stay away from you. Even though we are at this retreat together, I'll do my best to honor that promise. You should do the same as well,” he replied coldly.

  Alex picked up his suitcase and walked passed me to go check-in.

  I was in shock. All I could do was stand there and try not to cry. It hurt to be treated that way. I never expected that kind of reaction from him. It was absolutely heartbreaking, the way he behaved.

  Needing to be alone, I picked up my bags and hurried out of the lobby. I held my emotions in the whole trip up to my hotel room. Once I was inside, I threw my luggage down and locked the door. Laying down on the bed, I started to cry. It hurts when someone treats you like that, especially when it's someone you used to be close to.

  When the tears were finished, I strengthened my resolve. “I'm not going to let him ruin this for me. I came here to write, not reminisce. I need to just ignore Alex like he's doing to me,” I told myself.

  I felt much better after that, so I started to unpack and enjoy my trip once more. I could already feel that my writing was going to make a comeback here.

  Chapter Four - Alex

  I'd mostly been in my room for the past few days. I hadn't seen Hazel, but that didn't mean that she wasn't on my mind. The group meetings hadn't started yet, so that gave me plenty of time to avoid everyone until then.

  I didn't know how to react to seeing Gary’s daughter again. It was inevitable that we were going to bump into each other again at some point in time. This was undoubtedly a crazy situation that I was not prepared for, but there was nothing I could do about it.

  I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Hazel since I met her in the lobby. Seeing her brought up all those feelings about her that I had tried so hard to forget. It was such a shock losing her father as my friend and being told to stay away from her that I did everything I could to put it behind me.

  Every memory since that kiss replayed in my mind. It was like it had just happened. I didn't think I could deal with all of this.

  Now that I had seen her, I didn't know what to think, and it was driving me crazy. I had no alcohol, so I just laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. I could still see Hazel’s face and wondered if her lips tasted the same. I thought about what it would be like if I had her in my bed — something I wanted to do ever since our kiss.

  Putting my hand under the blankets, I began to stroke my hardening cock, wishing that she was there with me.

  I hadn't meant to treat Hazel the way that I did, but what else was I supposed to do. When I saw her in the lobby, her body looked so good that I ached to feel it next to mine. To have her arms wrapped around me and her holding onto me. I'd wondered so many times what it would be like to wake up next to that incredible girl, but those were just empty dreams.

  I touched myself harder as I imagined making love to Hazel. She would look up at me with those big green eyes and a coy smile on her lips, inviting me to run my hands over the curve of her hips and then gently reach up to unbutton her dress. In the last five years, her curves had filled out more. Her bust was bigger, her hips fuller. I wanted to see the roundness of her bare breasts in front of me. Imagining touching them made my body tingle and my cock ache.

  My fantasy was so vivid I could practically see her nude on top of me and hear her crying out my name as she slid her tight, young pussy over my hard cock. In my daydream, Hazel was still a virgin, waiting for me to take her innocence and show her what love was.

  Holding her hips, I taught her how to ride me, bouncing up and down, letting my cock slide in and out of her. Watching her breasts bounce in my face, I clung onto Hazel as her pussy tightened around my cock. I couldn’t hold back as she started to scream, her pussy milking my dick for my seed.

  Finally, I came hard in my hand and was reminded that I was alone.

  Depressed, I got up and showered for the day. As I was dressing, I realized that if I did see Hazel again, I probably wouldn't get a chance to talk to her after the way I treated her. My behavior had been deplorable. There was no way she would ever forgive me.

  I made sure I looked presentable before leaving my room. It was the first day of activities at the retreat. I couldn't tell if I was eager to get started or eager to see her.

  The group that I had signed up for is already meeting in the lobby. I hurried to join them. As I took my place amongst them, I looked around and was pleasantly surprised to see Hazel in the group. She looked better than ever. She still had a youthful appearance but had a new maturity about her now. It was hard not to notice it and be attracted to it. I'm sure others saw it as well.

  Hazel had a notebook and pen in her lap. We had signed up for this group to brainstorm an hour, then write an hour — one hour on and another off. Supposedly, if we were writing all the time, we would never lose our motivation.

  Maybe I could convince her to write together like in the old days? I shook my head. That would be impossible. I was already doubtful that she would even speak to me.

  As I watched Hazel, I regretted the way I had treated her before. I had been too harsh. Thinking it would be better if I tried to apologize, I took the empty chair on the other side of hers.

  “Hello, Hazel,” I said in my most pleasant voice.

  She kept talking to the man on her other side. After a few moments, it was clear she was going to ignore me. I watched her laugh and smile with the other guy. He was some writer named Jay. I didn't think much of him, and I planned on telling Hazel that. I didn't like seeing her get friendly with someone else. It also irritated me that she was ignoring me.

  Jay eventually excused himself and left the group. Hazel continued to ignore me and started writing in her notebook.

  I leaned closer to her and said, “You know that guy is a creep. Nobody likes him. Just the other day, I saw him hitting on one of the other writers in another group.” I waited for her response, but there was none. I got frustrated and tried to peek at what she was writing.

  She slammed the book shut in anger. “Why don't you just leave me alone? I'm sticking to my end of the bargain and minding my own business, so why don't you?” she snapped. Grabbing her notebook, she stormed off.

  I was shocked to hear my own words thrown back at me like that, so I just sat there and watched her drink coffee across the room. Hazel seemed to enjoy herself as she talked with the other writers. Even though I had my eyes on her, she managed to avoid my gaze.

  Staying in my chair, I pouted like a little kid. I didn't recall Hazel having this much fire or sass when she was younger. She seemed to have grown into an extraordinary woman. I didn't know what to think of that, and there really was nothing to think about. I had messed up by treating her so bad.

  It looked like I was going to be on my own during this retreat, which was what I had initially wanted. I turned my attention to the other writers who were busy sharing their ideas. I couldn't concentrate, though, because I still watched Hazel from the corner of my eye. I just couldn’t let her go.

  Chapter Five - Hazel

  Our hour-long brain-storming session had just wrapped up. Some of the other writers that were in the group were still standing around talking. I was the only one that left. Aside from the whole drama that had happened with Alex, I felt pretty good about my day. I certainly felt more productive than I had in a long time.

  I was impressed to see that there were so many diverse and talented writers at the retreat. Each was there for a different reason, but they all had shared their passion for their projects, which I found to be infectious. All I wanted was to get back to my room and start jotting down some of the ideas I had from the group.

  So far, there was only one writer
there that I trusted enough to talk to, and that was Jay. Despite Alex's warning, Jay seemed like a friendly person and a decent guy. He was enthusiastic about the idea I had shared with him. It was his positive reaction to it that made me want to write again. It was refreshing to have a different person react to my writing. The only other person I had ever shared it with was Alex.

  As I walked out of the hotel lobby, my former mentor suddenly appeared at my side. I tried to ignore him as I made my way to the elevator. I was in no mood to deal with him again. All that mattered to me was my book.

  Alex followed me into the elevator. I sighed as the doors closed, and we were alone. “What do you want?” I asked with irritation.

  He seemed to get upset every time I talked to him like that, but I didn't care. He looked at me and said, “Can you just stop being foolish and listen to me?”

  I was furious after he said that. “You were the one being foolish and childish, Alex. I never would have treated you the way you treated me when we met yesterday. Why should I listen to you?”

  The elevator doors opened as we arrived on my floor, and I didn't give him a chance to respond. I hurried up and walked out, hoping he wouldn't follow as I walked down the hall, but I was wrong about that.

  “Will you please just listen, Hazel? I'm not leaving until you do.”

  I groaned in frustration and opened the door to my hotel room. He followed me inside. As I threw my writing stuff down in the chair, Alex stood right behind me.

  “Hazel, just look at me,” he pleaded.

  I turned around in anger, but I wasn't expecting him to be that close to me. Our faces were mere inches from each other. We were both shocked into silence. I could still feel the anger between us, but I also felt the feelings of loss, desire, and torment.

  Alex closed the distance between us by placing his lips on mine. I was too shocked to stop him. Suddenly it felt like that night all over again — but this time, no one was stopping us. Our arms wrapped around each other. We stood there for a few minutes, kissing and groping at each other. All of this was fueled by our anger at each other. I walked backward, leading him towards the bed. Bumping it with the back of my legs, I stumbled onto it.

  Alex climbed up on top of me. No words were spoken between us. Quickly, we started pulling off each other's clothes, eager to finish what we had started all those years ago. In a flash, my top was off, my bra was gone, and my breasts were nude. Alex leaned down, putting his face in my cleavage, and running his tongue over the smooth skin. At the same time, he grabbed the sides of my breasts, massaging them tenderly, then brushing his fingers gently over them to make me shutter.

  My nipples stood up at attention. Alex licked one gently. The coolness of his tongue caused me to moan. My hips rose up and rubbed against his. Enjoying my enthusiasm, he licked me again, then slipped my hard bud into his mouth and sucked. Tension built throughout my core, and my pussy tingled as it got wetter. The desire was almost unbearable.

  With his face still in my breasts, Alex used one hand to unbutton my jeans and pull them down. I helped him, pushing my hips up into his. We rocked back and forth, skin meeting skin, kisses everywhere, while we finished undressing.

  The sight of Alex’s long, hard cock shocked me. I had no idea that he was that big. I wondered if I could even take him inside of me, but I was determined to try. Opening my legs a bit wider, I maneuvered my hips until my folds touched his shaft. It wasn’t penetration, but the rubbing felt so good. The wetness of my pussy was dispersed onto his cock, lubing up both of us.

  “Take me, Alex,” I begged. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. You are the only man I ever wanted.”

  He pulled back just a bit, looking into my face. “Hazel,” he gasped, “Are you a virgin?”

  As my cheeks turned pink, I nodded in reply. “I wanted you,” I explained.

  Alex kissed my lips over and over. “Oh, honey, you are so perfect,” he whispered.

  Using one of his hands, he guided me to raise my head so he could plant kisses down my neck. As my head was thrust back, he used to other hand to hold his dick and rub the head into me. My folds started to part as he slid in.

  “I’ve wanted you for years, Hazel,” Alex breathed as he inched his cock into me. “I can’t get you out of my mind.”

  Kissing my neck again, he caused me to shutter, and at that moment, he took me. I gasped in delight as Alex’s hard cock was suddenly inside of me, filling me up. Losing my virginity was much less painful than I thought, perhaps because I had been dreaming about this for so long.

  Alex held me against the bed and thrust into me over and over. Each time felt better than the last as my pussy walls stretched. Friction grew between us as he sped up, and the spot that his dick hit near my cervix sent out zaps of pleasure that made my head spin.

  I could feel my anger turning to delight, happy to finally be with my love again. I had been so sad all those years thinking that he was dead, but now, here Alex was, making love to me. It took me by surprise and was better than I expected.

  My pussy couldn’t take anymore, and an orgasm hit me. Crying out, I slammed my hips into Alex. He called out my name as we both came. It was brief and wondrous, just like our anger at each other. A quick moment of passion that neither of us regretted.

  We both lay there under the blankets. We stayed silent for several seconds before I finally turned to look at him. “You know, I was hurt by the way you treated me, but I'm happy to see you,” I said to him.

  Alex’s face filled with regret as he spoke. “That was rude of me, Hazel. Seeing you again filled me with all the emotions from that night. I never got over losing you, or your dad. You both were a huge part of my life that was just taken away.” He couldn't meet my eyes.

  I could feel my heart soften as he spoke. I had no idea that we had similar feelings. Reaching over, I gently placed my hand on his.

  “My dad was upset, and he never got over losing you as a friend, either,” I explained, hoping this would bring him comfort.

  Alex stared at our hands joined together before looking at me. “Thank you. That means a lot. I was devastated when I heard he passed away. I'm sorry you had to go through that alone.”

  We shared a moment of silence.

  Eventually, Alex cleared his throat and started to talk about other topics. “So, it's good to see that you're still writing. Are you working on a new book?” he asked me.

  I swallowed loudly, feeling a little uncomfortable. “Well, honestly, the book I wrote with your help was the only thing I ever worked on. That's why I'm at this retreat. I haven't written anything as successful as that. I mean, I have had a lot of ideas that I started, but I always leave them half-finished,” I admitted to him with a little embarrassment.

  He frowned at my words. “I'm sorry to hear that. We had so much fun working on that book together. I came on this retreat for the same reason. I haven't written anything since leaving you that night,” Alex admitted, sounding a little sad.

  I hadn't been expecting him to feel the same way that I had been feeling. This suddenly gave me a thought of inspiration, and I startled him when I sat up quickly in bed. “We could help each other,” I said as I looked at him.

  “I'm sorry?” Alex asked in confusion.

  I reached for his hand again. “We can write together like the old days. You can inspire me, and vice versa. That way, we can both write again and finish our projects. We'll be each other's motivation, and the best part is we'll be together,” I suggested happily.

  He blinked at me in astonishment. “You would really help me like that?” he asked.

  “Of course,” I replied without hesitation.

  Alex slowly smiled at me. Being with him was like coming home. I felt happy in that moment.

  Chapter Six - Hazel

  The following day I hurried to get ready. I was actually feeling pretty good about everything, and I didn't want to be late for the group discussions. I coul
dn't get over the fact that Alex was alive, and that we had found each other again.

  I dressed casually, opting for jeans and a tee. I was there to work, not impress — besides, I already had Alex. I was eager to meet up with him during the brainstorming group and get started writing.

  Alex had a lot of great ideas for his book, and we spent all night talking about them. Now I couldn't wait to share mine with him. I grabbed my notebook and went over some of the ideas I had written after he left. They seemed pretty good, but I wanted to get a second opinion to make sure.

  I rode the elevator by myself down to the conference room. Everyone was already there, talking. I didn't see Alex yet, so I waited in a corner by myself. I saw the other writer I had spoken to yesterday, Jay, but he didn't notice me. That was fine because I was more interested in talking to my mentor.

  The resort had a beautiful green space right outside the conference room, known as the open space. It was almost like a park, with gorgeous plants, benches to sit on, and a paved walking path. That's where our writing group was meeting today. Most of the writers had paired off and moved outside.

  I saw Alex emerge from the elevators and waved to him excitedly. He gave me a big smile while walking over to me. “I'm glad you are here. I had another great idea that I wanted to talk to you about!” he said, sounding excited.

  “Oh, okay! Great!” I replied.

  I was always happy to help him. My ideas could wait until the end of the session. We walked side by side throughout the entire green space as he explained his latest concept to me. I listened attentively. It was an excellent idea, and it was nice to see that he had found his creative edge again. I was also happy that Alex was sticking with science fiction.

  When we were nearing the end of our group time, we stopped walking.