Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I tried to chuckle and ended up having a coughing fit.

  “Yeah, well, it will take a lot more than stray bullets and drugs to keep me down,” I said, giving her a thumbs up to let her know that I was mostly okay.

  “You scared me,” she said, her voice shaky and edgy. “You better not try to leave me again. I won’t let you. I love you too much to ever let you go again.”

  “I love you, too,” I said, locking eyes with hers. “And I will never put you through anything like this again.”

  I pulled her close to me and was almost squashed by her giant belly. It was huge! I couldn’t stop staring at it. And I was speechless. I looked from her belly back up at her and back to her stomach. I looked into her eyes, searching, wanting to ask the question, but too afraid of what the answer might be.

  “Is it—” I began.

  “Yours?” she finished. “Yes, I am carrying your child.”

  I wanted to leap from the bed and do a happy dance. Nadia was going to have my baby. I couldn’t wait to tell our families the news. Then, the realization hit me that we were going to have a baby, and we weren’t married yet. I had to fix that. I slowly inched my way out of bed and got down on my good leg, taking her hand in mine.

  “Nadia, I have loved you longer and harder than I have anyone else,” I said. “And now we’re about to start a brand new adventure as parents. I would be honored if you would be my wife. Will you marry me?”

  I didn’t have a ring because I wasn’t prepared, but I felt it in my heart to ask anyway.

  “Yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck, almost bowling me over onto the floor. I winced in pain as a stabbing sensation pierced through my leg. I groaned. She apologized and quickly stood up.

  “I got a new house today,” I told her. “The army set me up with it. So, this is perfect timing. Now, I get to make my house a home for my family, a family I didn’t even know I had.”

  She beamed at me, the happiest look on her face that I’d seen in a long time. We kissed tenderly, her soft lips pressing against mine. I had finally found my happy place.

  Epilogue - Nadia

  Trying to plan a wedding, being pregnant, and finishing out my time in the military was a lot harder than I thought that it would be. But, I knew that I only had a little bit of time left before I would be discharged from the army. I was more than excited about marrying Joshua, so I just put up with the frustration in the best way that I knew how. A lot of it involved telling Joshua just how frustrated I was and having him tell me that it would all be over soon, landing a kiss on my forehead.

  Joshua got a job as a private contractor for a Fortune 500 company. He was excited about starting a new chapter in our lives. We had moved in together the same day that he asked me to marry him. It was safe to say that we were no longer just friends, but we were lovers. My parents had been shocked but happy to hear the news since they knew that the baby would be coming soon. I think that they were just mostly relieved that they wouldn’t have to be the ones driving me to the hospital.

  My phone rang. It was the caterer. They were calling to tell me that they had gotten a bad shipment of fish and would not be able to serve fish at any weddings any time soon. I was disappointed because it seemed like some new problem was popping up with the wedding every day.

  I threw the phone into my purse and headed out the door to my car. I drove the twenty minutes to Joshua’s job in silence, my mind spinning as I drove. I was lost in thought when I finally pulled up to the firm where he was working and almost hit someone as I pulled into the parking lot.

  Pull it together, Nadia, I thought to myself.

  I took a sip from the water bottle that I carried around with me, turned the car off, and got out. I got buzzed into the building and went up to the makeshift office that Joshua had been working from.

  “Hey, you,” he said when I rounded the corner.

  “Hey,” I said, kissing him.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked. “I was just finishing up and about to come home to you.”

  “I know,” I said, not quite sure why I didn’t wait until he got home. “I just needed to see you and talk to you.”

  “About what?” he asked.

  “For one thing, the caterer called and said that we can’t have fish at our wedding,” I told him.

  “It’s fine,” he said. “We can have chicken, then.”

  “It’s just that…” I began hesitantly. “I really don’t think that I want to have a big wedding. And I know that that’s what we talked about, but it’s really starting to stress me out, and I think that I’d just rather elope before the baby comes. We can have our honeymoon and do things completely our own way in our own time. Then, we can come back and be focused on getting everything ready for the baby.”

  It was then that I noticed that he was wearing a raincoat and it wasn’t raining outside.

  “Why are you wearing a raincoat?” I asked him.

  He chuckled sneakily and opened his raincoat, showing me his naked body. I gasped, looking around to see if anyone else had seen him. There was no one else around.

  “Let’s go,” I said, grabbing my fiancé by the arm and pulling him out to the car. I drove to a secluded hilltop that overlooked the city, showing all of the lights that made up our beautiful home.

  “It’s so wonderful up here,” Josh said, his voice airy and light.

  “Yes, it is,” I agreed. “And the best part about it is that it’s just us. This is how it would be if we got married, just you and me. We wouldn’t have to worry about anything else except for what we wanted. No crazy florists, no mishaps with caterers. Just you and I becoming husband and wife and living happily ever after. What do you say?”

  He sighed, still looking out over the city. The twinkling of the lights made the moment even more beautiful and peaceful.

  “I think you’re right,” he said. “I was starting to get stressed out watching you be stressed about the wedding. And none of the stress is good for the baby. Let’s do it. We can drive to Vegas tonight and get married.”

  My heart leaped in my chest. I threw my arms around him, hugging him so tightly. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, his tongue dancing around in my mouth. I closed my eyes and kissed him back.

  Josh took off his raincoat, exposing his naked body. He slowly undressed me, carefully tossing each piece of clothing into the car and laying me on the hood. He spread my legs wide open and pushed his hard dick into my soaking wet pussy.

  I had been so horny that I had been wracked with desire just thinking about him while he was at work. He moaned as he pushed deep into my pussy, my pussy holding his dick tightly. Josh got so excited that he started pumping harder and harder, groaning as he shook my entire frame, fucking me on the hood of the car. I could feel the warmth from the engine on my back, but I didn’t care. His dick felt so good inside of me.

  My love reached his hand down and started playing with my clit, flicking it back and forth and licking his fingers. My body started to shake and convulse as a powerful wave of an orgasm overtook me.

  “I’m cumming!” I called out loudly, knowing no one but the wildlife could hear me, my voice echoing off the hills.

  We both came hard, his dick pumping hot cum into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his body and held him there — I also was keeping myself from sliding down the hood of the car. After we had both caught our breath, we got back into the car. We stared down at the city for a few minutes before starting up the car and heading towards Vegas.

  It was just the two of us, the way it had always been.

  THE END

  My Bad Boy Boss’s Secret Baby

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance

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  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

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  Chapter One - Nina

  The lone star state. Jim Goad once said it was called that because even the l
ocals gave it only one star. There was a time I found it hard to disagree. As a Texas girl born and reared, I had had a fiery nuanced view of the situation. Including and especially what was sometimes called “Texas Crazy.” Thing was, most Texans, while vaguely aware they lived in the United States of America, tended to think of themselves as Texans first and Americans second, if at all. The fact that the Republic of Texas, an actual country after the Mexican Revolution, became a state explicitly so it could support the confederacy no doubt had something to do with this. Independence ran in the blood of the land, as well as my family. Provided, of course, you did exactly what the reigning patriarch said.

  The current uncrowned king of the Dunn empire was my daddy, Big Earl Dunn. There was a family joke that granddaddy named him that because he wanted him to rule like a monarch. “High-dressin’ euro queers,” to use his exact words. Keep in mind granddaddy was of old stock. The kind of guy who drank whiskey at lunch and thought women’s suffrage was probably a mistake. Don’t even get him started on the emancipation proclamation. Not that he was prejudiced, mind you.

  Daddy was an oil baron, a metaphorical title he seemed to take quite literally, right down to family allegiance through marriage. Specifically, my marriage to the son of his business partner, an annoying man named Arthur. Easier to keep the business in the family when they were the same family according to the law.

  Daddy wasn’t completely heartless. He wanted us to date first, though only to get used to the idea. There being no real doubt what his end goal was. If I was honest with myself, a trophy wife was all my dad ever wanted me to be. Were I more cynical, I might have suspected it was his revenge on me for not being born a boy and proper heir.

  I heard the rumble of the rig as it rolled into the driveway. Arthur had the muffler taken out of his truck to make it sound fiercer. A decision that made him sound like a jackass.

  “Sugar pie, your date is here,” Dad nearly sang from the first floor.

  “No shit,” I said to myself.

  Daddy would have put me over his knee if he’d heard me using such a phrase. He was very much of the opinion that girls shouldn’t be cursing or, indeed, have curse words said around or, heaven forbid, to them. If he ever heard most of the songs on my iPad, he would probably have a coronary.

  “Coming,” I said, sweet as pixie sticks.

  The torture device dress flounced as I went down the stairs. Daddy had chosen it, as he did with all my clothes. A truly terrible gingham thing that showed off my “assets”, which was okay because Arthur was going to be my husband. No harm in letting him preview the merchandise. I was surprised Dad didn’t make me wear a corset too, just to really sell the ideal. Had I elected to wear anything of the sort of my own free will, I would have been grounded for a week. Never mind that I was about to become a fully legal adult.

  Flowers. Fuck. Arthur had flowers. He looked very proud of himself too. The shit-eating grin plastered across his gob, making his face all the more punchable — not that I would ever do any such thing.

  “Good evening, Art,” I said, doing my best Scarlet O’Hara.

  “You look great,” he said, barely able to keep his tongue in his head.

  “Why, thank you, so do you.”

  He actually did, from a particular perspective. His Armani meets Roy Rogers look was a bit much for me, though I was sure it would be appealing to someone. If he would only lose the string-tie, it wouldn’t be quite so vomit-inducing.

  To his credit, the man didn’t try to cop a feel as I got into the rig. Both a good and bad sign, really. He was being a perfect gentleman. Which could only mean he was as excited about our ensuing nuptials as I was. On that, at least, we could agree.

  One of the main things I didn’t like about Art, aside from his car, fashion sense, and general personality, was that he seemed to think the best way to solve a problem was to throw money at it. It was easy to see why, considering the number of charges that had been dropped after his family started to apply the pressure to the San Antonio judge. No one fucked with them. Which basically left them free to do whatever they wanted — one of the many advantages to being rich enough to buy a country. Their donations to the Terrell Hills church were ever so generous. Though still a small price to pay to cleanse one’s immortal soul.

  “What is that?” Art asked, catching me humming in his presence.

  “‘Lawyers, Guns and Money’.”

  The other thing Art and I agreed on was our taste in dates. Burgers from the chuck wagon and a drive-in movie. Despite his polished appearance, Art harbored a secret soft spot for popcorn schlock. Not Westerns either. We both jumped right down to the bottom of the gutter with exploitation and grindhouse. The bloodier, the better. There was a triple feature that night that would keep us out for hours—Daddy no doubt thinking things had gone swimmingly and never suspecting the actual truth of the matter. I just couldn’t say no to Dad. I’d never disobeyed him before.

  I looked at Art in the flicker of the towering moving screen. He wasn’t too bad looking, really. Put him in some jeans and a T-shirt, and he might even be handsome. Were it not for his rich boy attitude and propensity to try and bang everything with a skirt and a pulse, we might have been friends. I tried to put it out on my mind and focus on the low-budget glory unfolding before us.

  If there was such a thing as a respectable time, that date wasn’t it.

  The mansions stood like specters in the dark as the rig rumbled up the street, setting off several dogs along the way. I closed the front door as quietly as humanly possible. Daddy wasn’t likely waiting up for me, and I didn’t want to wake him. It might have been a different story were it closer to sunrise, but as it stood, I was still okay. Though from what I understood, even if I had stayed out until breakfast, considering who I was with, I wouldn’t have been a slut. Just chronologically challenged.

  As far as our dads were concerned, Art and I were already engaged. Though I didn’t actually remember a ring being offered or accepted for that matter. It was like the will of God, inherent, permanent, and never to be questioned. Though the older I got, the more appealing some pagan deities started to look. Though that would be going a bit too far with the “heritage and tradition” Daddy and Granddaddy constantly went on about. Proper human existence beginning with the Mayflower as far as they were concerned.

  Taking off my heels, I crept up the stairs and into my room. Freeing myself of the dress as I went. I couldn’t help but pause a moment. Feeling the cool fresh air on my skin. The sigh escaped from my lungs before I knew it was coming.

  I was sad it was such a relief but also couldn’t deny it was true. I loved my family, though I also knew I could never be happy following their plan for me. It came down to a terrible choice between safety and freedom. Put like that, I knew which one I preferred. The Texas Rebel blood boiling up in me like lava. I just had to find a way to escape without letting Daddy know that was what I was doing.

  ***

  It was quite the occasion. Similar to Art, Daddy thought the best way to show his love was through spending as much money as possible. So my birthdays tended to more closely resemble coronations. My sweet sixteen had been the event of many years, and my twenty-first promised to be even bigger. It was little surprise then that final preparations were still going on when I came down that morning.

  “Sugar plumb, you’re nearly nude!” Daddy exclaimed.

  “I am?” I asked, looking down at my nightdress, which looked like an army overcoat. Only a bit of my calf was showing.

  “Oh, well, I guess it is just family around,” he said, looking over at my mom and instantly softening.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Course, baby. Pull up a pew.”

  We all sat at the dinner table where Daddy held court. Earl of the house of Dunn sitting tall at the head.

  “I-I know what I want for my birthday,” I said, hoping broadswords wouldn’t be needed.

  “Oh, good. A
nything you want, baby doll.”

  “I want to become certified as a mechanic.”

  His face dropped like the New Year’s Ball. This clearly was not like anything he had in mind. He probably would have been less surprised if I’d said I wanted Australia.

  “Y-you’re sure that’s what you want, baby?”

  “Yes, daddy. More than anything.”

  “More than anything, hey?” His fingers combed at his mustache, showing that he was considering the idea. “Okay, do you think you could be happy getting certified as a mechanic but not practicing? It could be like a hobby.”

  Not quite what I’d been hoping for, but every negotiation required at least some compromise. The important thing was to go out on my own for a while and train in a skill. Really see if I could do it.

  Daddy had no idea, but all I really wanted to do was work with cars. If I was honest, I did better with machines than most people, though I’d learned to hide it.

  “Sounds great,” I only half lied.

  He patted me on the knee. “Terrific. It’s settled then.”

  A couple of phone calls later, and everything was set. I was going to El Paso, well known as a car city, to stay with my auntie Blair while I did an apprenticeship at one of the state’s top garages. Daddy never did anything halfway.

  “Thank you, daddy,” I said, hugging him tight, “it is the best present I ever had, and I will cherish it.”

  “No problem, baby doll.”

  Little did he know I was actually talking about my first and best chance at true independence.

  Chapter Two - Chad

  Bad things come in threes. That’s what I’d always heard. If it was true, I’d prefer if someone could tell the bastards in charge to stop.

  It really was humiliation on the meta-level, like a commander maimed by his own sword. There were few things more ironically pathetic than a mechanic whose trunk won’t start. Particularly in a town when any passing third-grader could quick-change spark plugs.