by Jamie Knight
The only problem was, she saw every man as a potential threat. Wanting to help and save people was also what drove her to go into nursing. She told me as much at her graduation party. She was several sheets to the wind at the time, but that tended to make her even more truthful.
I was glad we had been able to make up, with Leif’s help. I was ready to let bygones be bygones.
She danced with Sven like a teenager at the prom, finally living out a fraction of the adolescence she never was allowed to have. The Book of Kells had been my idea, as I knew how much Meegan was into history, though Leif was the one who really made it happen.
The party wound down, most of the guests going to find their rooms in the big beautiful house. The kitchen staff were already working on food for those who might still be a bit peckish, even after demolishing the spread on the center table.
“Bye, Mommy,” my favorite little voice said.
“See you soon, baby,” I said, giving Polly a last hug, after having turned her over to the nanny we had hired.
From the house we went to the nearby airport where Leif kept his plane. I wasn't sure why I was initially surprised he had a private plane. To save the trouble of having to wait for someone to come in and fly it, Leif had long ago added a pilot’s license to his list of skills and achievements.
Double-checking the fuel supply, he helped me up into the two-seater and prepared for takeoff. The charted destination: the coastal Norwegian town of Sunnfjord where Leif had bought us a cabin as a getaway. Our honeymoon seemed to be the perfect time for a first visit.
There was no airport in Sunnfjord. The closest one was in the city of Bergen, which was, according to him, known as one of the main homes of Norwegian black metal.
That didn’t matter, though. The grounds around the cabin were considerable, and while it was unlikely that we would technically be allowed to land there, there would be no patrols standing by to write us up.
Catching me in his waiting arms as I hopped out of the plane, Leif carried me to the cabin, not putting me down until we were well across the threshold, closing the door behind us with his foot. It was like we had stepped back in time. The cabin had been lovingly preserved over the hundreds of years it had stood.
The dress wasn’t too hard to get out of. Leif had had it designed with hooks up the back that held it together, without which it would literally fall off. I hadn’t worn any underwear that evening, knowing what was coming next.
“Good girl,” Leif purred, seeing the buttplug firmly in place.
I felt proud of myself for being able to keep it in me so long. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to, but I was willing to try. He had been putting me through anal training the last week or so and it had been the final test.
Preparing me with his tongue, his cock already quite hard, Leif put me in our favorite position, my legs over the edge of the bed, and slid his beautiful cock inside me, making me feel it as he entered me. His hot cock throbbed deep inside my pussy, our heartbeats falling into sync.
We came together, Leif pulling the plug out in time to get his head in instead, unloading inside me. Leaving his cock inside me, his giant load warming me to the core, he started pushing in further.
I moaned but didn’t stop him, wanting it as much as he did. We were on our honeymoon and I wanted to give him my anal virginity.
Leaning down to kiss me, he started moving gradually faster. My moan sounded like it was coming from somewhere else.
I knew what was happening, but it didn’t seem real. I felt like I was standing beside the bed, watching as Leif lovingly took my asshole for the first time. I wrapped myself around him as he pumped.
My legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, grounding myself, bringing us close together. As he came inside me again, I let out a sigh of joy. I was his, he was mine, and we would never be parted again.
THE END
My Best Friend’s Brother’s Secret Baby
Copyright © 2019 Jamie Knight Romance.
This is Book 7 in the His Secret Baby series
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One- Kora
The fake waterfall trickled gently into the indoor koi pond, as the fish swam with happy aimlessness around their stony confines.
“Thank God it’s Friday,” Erik, the masseuse, said as he passed the desk.
“Is God a big fan of Fridays?” I asked, trying my best to muster joviality.
“Of course; that’s why he made them fun,” Erik said with a wink.
I smiled for real; Erik was always able to make me laugh. He had already been working here at Celebration Salon and Spa for a few years and was really popular with the staff. Especially the women.
Not that he let it go to his head. The fact that he was married to the love of his life no doubt helped that.
Some people have all the luck.
“Wow, I never read that passage of the Bible where God said, ‘Let Fridays be fun; and it was good,’” David, the manager said, sidling up to the reception desk.
“Hey,” I said absent-mindedly, as my attention began returning to earth.
“You doing okay, Kora?” David asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said.
“Good, because we’ve got a lot of appointments coming in today. Some of them very important, if you know what I mean.”
“Loud and clear, sir,” I said.
“Good; it’s good to know you’re on board,” David said, tapping rhythmically on the desk with his knuckles, before disappearing back into his office, until there was bound to be another employee to correct or another customer’s ass to be kissed.
I was in awe of his dedication, if I was being honest with myself.
I had a direction at one point, but ever since high school, things had seemed to sort of fall apart on me. One of the few good things I had going for me was this job. Or, at least, the money from it.
After years of working minimum wage jobs, this one seemed to be a stroke of luck when I landed it. As a bonus, the work was far from the worst kind I had ever performed. Gutting fish at the market definitely took that prize.
The seven-disc CD player linked to the sound-system switched over again and the harp version of the Canon played for the fiftieth time that day. I closed my eyes and tried to block it out, but failed.
Who still plays CDs?
And what kind of customers truly enjoy listening to this boring music, even if it’s supposed to be relaxing?
I figured most just let it wash over them. Sadly, my hearing was a bit too good and I didn't seem to have the ability to block anything out.
"Kora?"
I looked up to the sound of a familiar voice. Up a night of Sundays, I never would have guessed who would be standing there.
"Kristen?" I asked, literally unable to think of anything else to say.
"So, it is you, under all that fanciness."
"Yeah," I said, slightly embarrassed.
I had never been one to prefer “fanciness.”
“I’m just the receptionist,” I explain, as if to protest that I’m not some fancy masseuse or stylist or something.
I realize I sound dumb. But Kristen doesn’t seem to notice.
"Imagine that. Me walking into the place where you work, after all this time,” she says. “How long has it been, anyway?"
"Three years, two months and twenty-seven days," I said, before I could catch myself, and then quickly added, "not that I'm counting or anything."
Kristen put her hand on mine, making me flinch unconsciously.
I didn't usually like to be touched at the best of times and was still getting over the shock of seeing her again.
"It is really good to see you again," Kristen said, gently squeezing my hand.
I searched her sharp blue eyes. I could always tell if she was lying. It wasn’t anything fancy or super-scientific that let me know, but more like just a
feeling you have when you’ve known someone for a long time.
She was telling the truth.
I pulled away and sat down at the computer and quickly typed in the appropriate codes.
"What ya doin'?" Kristen asked, craning her neck.
"I've switched your appointment,” I informed her. “You are now going to be seeing our best masseuse."
"How good are we talking?" Kristen asked.
"Near orgasmic, just by touching your back. I also applied my employee discount to your bill in advance. I'll make sure that you have a fantastic experience here."
"Thanks, old friend. We should get back in touch," Kristen said. "You have my number on my booking."
My heart pounded at this possibility. I wasn’t sure if I should let her back into my life. Logically, I told myself there was a reason we had drifted apart and that it was probably best to stay that way. Emotionally, though, I missed my best friend from high school. From middle school. From elementary school.
Hell, we’d grown up together.
And to not have her in my life anymore hadn’t been easy.
All because of her brother.
I never should have let him get in the way of our friendship.
But how could I resist those washboard abs and chiseled chest and flirtatious eyes…
Stop it.
This is hardly the time and place.
But no time or place ever was.
And I couldn’t seem to banish him from my mind no matter what.
Without thinking about it, I took a pad and pen from the desk and jotted out my number in the large, clear handwriting literally beaten into me by my dad. Schools didn't do penmanship anymore when I was a kid and dad had been a stickler for the old ways.
"And here's mine," I said, passing her the paper.
"Cool! Thanks," Kristen said, putting the paper in her purse.
She smiled at me and I wondered if her heart was racing, too.
But even if it was, it wouldn’t be for exactly the same reasons mine was.
I was glad my old friend had made a surprise re-appearance.
But that also meant there was a possibility of seeing her brother again. The guy who had rocked my world and then left it, but whom I had never been able to forget.
Chapter Two- Kora
It was dark by the time I got home, David deciding to extend the spa hours an hour later than usual to fit everybody in. The last few appointments arrived in a trickle, one or two people at a time. Not that I minded, of course. I got paid the same either way and the workload was a lot easier to handle.
I took off my work uniform as I headed to the living room, looking forward to lying down on the couch after a day of sitting. My bra and panties were the last to hit the floor before I stretched out on the couch, my mind still spinning with what had happened.
Kristen and I hadn't spoken in years and to see her out of the blue like that was a shock to the system. Particularly when she actually seemed happy to see me.
We had had a pretty bad falling out and not for simple reasons. In my experience, high school friendships usually did seem to fall apart for pretty stupid or frivolous reasons. Looking back, it really wasn't a surprise that Whiney and I had drifted apart, despite having been friends for years.
Whiney's brother Logan had been my first real love worthy of the name.
Correction.
If I was being honest with myself, I’d have to admit he’d been my only real love.
Considering I’ve never been able to move on from him, no matter how hard I’ve tried.
Towering and powerful in stature, with jet black hair and equally dark eyes that seemed like they could look into your soul, Logan Parker saw more pussy than a vet. His nickname, spoken in hushed tones, was "the cherry picker" because he had, allegedly, deflowered so many of the girls at our school.
Not that that deterred me, of course.
There was something about a bad boy that really turned me on. Or at least back then there was, when I had more hormones than sense.
Kristen had tried to warn me off. Tried to tell me he was an asshole going through troubled times and doing stupid shit like getting suspended due to acting out, but at first I didn't listen. My teenage ego told me that she was jealous of Logan and wanted me all to herself.
It wasn't based on nothing.
I did seem to have a lot less time for her and our friendship when things heated up between Logan and me.
Little did I know, he really was messed up. Whether it was the trouble at home between his dad and grandpa or the trouble he was getting into at school, much of it from the brothers of the girls he'd fucked, who were mad at him once he dumped them for me, drama was always brewing around Logan.
I really wished I had listed to Kristen at the time. Especially before Logan and I went up the mountain— to the look-out point where other kids in my class talked about going to make out, but I had never been before. I was a good girl, before Logan.
We had gone in secret, knowing that there would be several people who would try and stop us. Not least of all my parents.
Everything had gone really well at first. I really hadn't been sure if he liked me. I was only 16 and he seemed so much older and cool.
When we were sitting by the campfire and he kissed me, I could have fainted from surprise. On instinct I had climbed up onto his lap and started grinding away. I took off my shirt and bra and he had gently sucked my tits. His cock was already hard and felt amazing, even through his jeans.
I thought about it now. While lying naked on the couch.
The warmth of his cock trough the denim.
The smell of his aftershave.
The feeling of his mouth on my tits.
His strong hands on my young ass.
I opened my legs in the dark living room, my hand sliding down to my pussy. I had to be careful, even touching myself. I'd always been really sensitive. Particularly my clit.
I ran my fingers over my tender pussy lips as I imagined slithering down between his legs and taking hold of the zipper to his jeans, then sliding it slowly downwards. I pictured myself reaching into the cave left by his open fly and pulling out his huge, throbbing cock.
I just looked at it for a while, in sheer awe and reverence, feeling it pulse in my small, warm hand. Lowering my head, as though to pray, I gave his head a little lick, eliciting a sigh from Logan’s lips.
I knew I was on the right track.
I gave him another lick, followed by a gentle swirl on the head with my tongue.
Logan moaned softly, filling my heart and soul with joy. I swirled my tongue a few more times, mixing in a few long licks, his warm cock tasting really good.
I wasn't sure what I had expected but it was really very pleasant.
Building up my courage, and Logan's pleasure, I remembered when I was gently cupping his balls as I dropped my mouth onto his cock, taking in the entire head. I had always heard that this was the most sensitive part of a cock and it seemed the best place to start giving my first ever blowjob.
Logan seemed to agree, softly moaning as I sucked the head, as I was being careful and honestly too nervous to go hard right away. A friend had told me what it was like to gag while giving a blowjob and it sounded just awful.
Pacing myself, I lightly sucked the head of his cock, gradually gaining speed, his pleasure increasing as I did so, Logan putting the head of it on the back of my head, urging me on. I started to go lower, taking even more of his shaft into my mouth as I sucked until I was very nearly deep-throating him.
He moaned loudly, grabbing my ponytail, taking control of my head movements. I didn't mind, really; I had honestly just been guessing at what to do up until that point.
I just relaxed and let Logan guide me, better able to focus on the feeling of his huge cock all the way in my little mouth. At his urging, I went even faster, instinctively using my other hand to stroke him while I sucked like I had seen women do in porn, my only real exposure to sex at that poin
t.
He came in my mouth, gifting me his delicious cum.
I swallowed it all down like a good girl, looking him right in the eyes as I did so.
His cock still out, Logan took me gently by the shoulder and laid me down in the grass near the campfire.
Now, I thought about him taking off my jeans and panties as I slid a finger deep into my pussy. The Logan of my mind and memory gently pushed my legs apart and lowered his head between my shaking thighs, giving my pussy a long lick that made me moan and shake.
I imagined Logan licking me to my first orgasm, lovingly stroking my pussy as I came down.
"Are you ready?" he asked, in my head.
I imagined myself nodding, too excited to speak. Logan got up into a kneeling position, unfurling his huge, beautiful cock, giving me a moment to look at it before getting on top of me.
I imagined him gently stroking my cheek and sliding the head of his cock into my little, virgin pussy as I slid another finger inside and fingered myself as hard as I dared. I imagined Logan giving me a moment to get used to the feeling of his cock inside me, before sliding in the rest of the way, inch by inch, holding me and kissing away my tears as my cherry popped.
In my mind, he started fucking me. Slow and gentle at first, my pussy lips holding onto his cock, but picking up speed until he was pounding me.
Suddenly, he turned me over, so my ass was in the air. He spanked me gently, just enough to give me the sensation. Then he massaged the reddened areas, using his lovely tongue to smooth them further.
He moved in slowly and before long he was licking my asshole while he fingered my pussy, getting three fingers inside.
I came hard, knowing I was ready. He got on his knees behind me and put a hand on my back. I breathed in sharply as he pressed the head of his cock against my thighs and then up against my asshole.
Slowly, I let it out as he started to rock rhythmically, working his cock deeper into my virgin ass. Eventually, he had pushed in all the way, his huge, throbbing cock barely fitting in.