FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) (18 page)

“I can feel you pulsing inside me,” she said, opening her eyes but keeping her fists on the smooth wood. Then she arched her back and through her head back, shaking, her voice fading in favor of quick gasps of breath. Her wetness dripped onto the sheets.

“Damn,” I said, trying to keep my soul in my chest.  The way she made me feel was dangerous, and I had enough danger coming my way to last a lifetime. I drove my cock into her until the shudders took over me.

I rolled over, panting, but ready to leave.

“That was great Abby,” I said, planting my feet on the cool wooden floor, “but I have to be somewhere.” It was a lame excuse, but it usually worked. She wrapped her body around my back and bit my earlobe.

“Oh no, you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I could stop her, she rubbed the head of my dick against her closed lips. She smacked her face against my dick before forcing it passed her tonsils.  She was moaning like she was the one receiving oral. My hands went involuntarily to her head, and my hips jutted in time with her suction. God damn this girl could suck a nail out a coffin. Her tongue wandered over my length, and her hands grasped my balls firmly and unrelenting. She didn’t care that the lights were on. She didn’t care that I could see all of her, she was giving me a show. She wiggled her little white behind and fingered herself before sitting up to taste herself. I couldn’t last long with her being a vixen and making love to my dick with her tongue. Her free hand played with my balls softly, feeling them writhe and move between her fingers. She licked me like I was her favorite ice cream flavor, despite how big I was. I hoped it was just plain talent and not experience. She slurped up my shaft, removing my penis from her mouth with an audible wet pop. Then said the words every man wants to hear but no man expects to hear.

“Cum in my mouth.”

Shit.

She opened her eyes and her mouth and let me paint her pink tongue white. She licked the few drops from the corner of her lips and said yum.  I was halfway in love and halfway concerned. I didn’t want to imagine she did this with every man. I couldn’t think too long about it; I faded fast. The knockout was inevitable. She drained me of everything I had and the next time I opened my eyes; it was morning, and she was riding my morning wood.

Three hard nuts later, Abby was humming to herself and making me pancakes. I stayed in her bedroom, watching out the window. She said her roommates were gone for work, but I didn’t want to prolong our time together. I wanted to ask but didn’t know if I could take her, “I don’t normally do that,” excuse. Even if were true, it’d be too much like a cliché.

Her apartment had a terrible view. All I could see was the back alley of her building. There were several large dumpsters and two men exiting a car. They wore shades and tucked guns in their waistband discretely. I could tell a gun tuck anywhere.

Double shit.

I dressed quickly and pulled the two guns I had from my briefcase. Poor Abby was about to get a shock she didn’t bargain for. I walked in with one tucked in my back waistband, and the other held firmly behind my back. Keeping the gun hidden, I turned off the burner on the last pancake.

“Hey! That’s not finished.” She pouted in an oversized t-shirt.

“We have a problem on our hands,” I said calmly walking closer in case she tried to scream. “I’m about to say something that could be scary, and I need you not to scream.”

“Ok.”

“Two men just got out in your back alley. They’re looking for me. If they’re here, that means they know where I am.”

“Ok?”

“Do you know how to use a gun?” I asked, showing her what I held.

Her eyes grew wide, but she answered me. “Yes.”

I held it out to her. She eyed it critically, checked the safety and cocked it back.
Damn. She really knew her way around a gun.

“Perfect. I want you to stay around the corner. I’m going to open the door and take them out.”

“What about me?” she asked, eyes determined.

“Stay out of sight. Don’t get shot and grab any stray guns you see.”

She nodded firmly, and we waited. I could hear them whispering down the hall. Their footsteps were heavy and their moves sloppy.  The door knob rattled and soon they came charging through the front door. I kicked the door to break the first assailant’s charge. It rebounded off his right arm and the gun clattered to the floor. I kicked it towards Abby. She picked it up and held it firmly as she said she would. I couldn’t help but think of how surprisingly adept she was. Now I really have to kick these low lives asses. Can’t have her upstaging me. I was the professional here. How dare they come to Abby’s home anyway? Without even a courtesy call. We were in the middle of something here.

The first assailant held his arm tightly to his body and reached forward to punch with the one that wasn’t broken. I spun out of the way. The second attacker rushed forward to take aim, but I kept standing too close to his partner until I could kick the gun from his hand. Abby retrieved that silently too. Without his weapon, he stepped to the side, ducking below the small island in Abby’s kitchen. My senses settled, focusing on the assailant’s chest. I breathed deeply, smelling the mix of metal and oil then fired. The buck of the gun vibrated up my arm, and I missed. He took my reloading as an opportunity to run forward, throwing her kitchen knives. I dodged a butcher’s knife and a butter knife before a carving knife made hard contact with my hand. I dropped my gun.  Finally, I roundhouse kicked one of them unconscious and banged the other’s head against the wall until he slumped forward.

Tired but full of adrenaline I looked around, checked for stray guns or more men. Abby stood strong, in a stance similar to last night with the gun I’d given her outstretched, aimed directly at me.

“I need some answers, and I need them NOW.”

It had been two weeks, and now I was walking the walk of shame to bear my soul to Robyn. I couldn’t avoid her forever. I had to admit how dumb I was and the new addition to our Lil’ family. I must have a sign on my face that says
Fuck with Me.
I couldn’t tell if it was because I was too cute and I looked gullible or because I had some kind of aurora that drew the idiots and assholes. I was having lunch with Robyn. We passed pleasantries, and she asked about my current painting. It was hard being a freelance painter. I was the poorest one in our flat, but the happiest in my opinion. Robyn was overstressed as a lawyer trying to make partner. She refused to believe it wouldn’t happen, but misogyny ran deep in law practices. Lauren, our resident nurse, practically did nothing but sleep and work as an emergency resident. Jenny was a writer and the only one who understood my plight. She was in the middle of a novel and rarely came out of her room unless she was making coffee or tending to her hygienic necessities.

“Good afternoon, how can I help you today?” The waiter said, pulling two menus from the hostess table. “Table for two?” he asked.

“Yea,” Robyn said, walking to her favorite booth. Good thing it was available, I don’t know what scene she’d cause trying to sit where she wanted. The booth sat under a shaded area that had good lighting. Several of Robyn’s selfies were from this very booth. We both tended to run cold but hated sitting directly in the sun.

“Here you are,” he said trying to take control of the situation again. “My name's Jeremy, and I'll be your waiter today. Today's starter is tomato basil soup and today's main course is salmon and chips. Would you like to know what the chef’s special is today?” he asked but quickly walked away at Robyn waving her hand at him.

“We’ve been here before. We’ll look over the menus and let you know when you get back. She’ll take a lemonade and a mimosa for me. No, we don’t want an appetizer.” She smiled coldly and politely said, “Thanks, Jeremy.”

I could only shake my head. “You better hope he doesn’t spit in your drink or try to poison you.”

She flipped her hair, scanning the menu. “I wish he would.” 

“So give me the goods girlfriend,” Robyn said, smirking mischievously. We were visiting our favorite restaurant, Oso. It was a dainty restaurant with casual decorations. It held just enough flair for one to dress up without being an outcast if you were wearing jeans.

My dramatic sigh made her nervous.

“Are you ready to order?” Jeremy asked, interrupting.

She huffed in frustration. I smiled softly to counter her behavior.

He smiled back grateful and spoke in my direction when he asked, “What can I get you, ladies?”

“I’ll get a bacon cheeseburger please with sweet potatoes fries,” I said.

“I’ll take a barbecue chicken salad, please.”

“Ok, I’ll get that right out to you,” he said to a disinterested Robyn.

She gasped loudly, “don’t tell me he was bad in the bed.”

I laughed loudly because of course that was her main concern. I shook my head still chuckling. “No. He was amazing.”

She wiped invisible sweat from her brown. “I was about to say! My fuck-odometer can’t be broken. I am never wrong.”

Her foolishness was so entertaining I almost forgot how miserable I feel.  She took a sip from my glass of lemonade and sat back satisfied.

“Now that the most important things have been covered go ahead and tell me whatever’s got you in a little funk. You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks and the only reason I have tolerated it is because of my double shifts and my full schedule of dick.”

I rubbed my temple, trying to think of the words to say.

 “I’m getting a little worried Honey.”

“Right. Ok. It’s really simple. I will not be seeing him again.”

“Well duh, girl! It was a one night stand.”

Jeremy leaned forward putting the heavy plates on our table. Everything smelled good, even the barbecue chicken in Robyn’s salad. “Here is your food. Please enjoy your lunch and let me if I can get you anything else.”

 I liked how fast this place served our food. I leaned close as possible over the burger on my plate. It smelled heavenly.

“Actually, can you bring me some mustard please?”

Robyn practically growled in frustration. She wanted to talk uninterrupted.

“Absolutely ma’am,” Jeremy said politely. I had to make sure I tipped him well when we left.

Once he left, I whispered like I was telling her a conspiracy, “I think he’s some kind of criminal.”

Robyn grabbed my arm just as I took a bite of my juicy burger, “let’s take this to the bathroom.”

Once there, I spoke quickly, in hushed tones giving her play by play. You could never be sure who was eavesdropping, and I wanted to get back to my food as soon as possible.

“If it wasn’t for those weeks my dad was obsessed with me teaching me how to hold a gun; I might have died!” I tried to lower my voice, “and now, I’m carrying his child.”

I dropped the bomb tentatively. I was expected Robyn to scream; she had a flair for dramatics, but she was stunned to silence.

“Excuse me?”

Of course, she wanted clarity. “I’m pregnant.”

“Well,” she said rubbing my back, “it can’t get any worse.”

One tear streamed down my face, “and I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Well, it just did.” I hit her on the back. “Shut up rudeness.”

“What?” she asked trying to look innocent. I scowled at her until she laughed. I laughed along with her. “But it got you to laugh.”

She wiped my eyes and smiled. “You’re not thinking about calling him, right?”

I shook my head no. I knew what was best. “I’m staying away from him. I don’t know his entire situation, but I want no part of it. People found me. They came to our house with guns after one night. Who knows what they’d do if we started dating.” It sounded perfect and logical in my mind, but that didn’t make me like it. I hated it even more than admitting my life was about to have a major change, and I would have to face it alone. Robyn was a great friend but times like this made me wish I wasn’t an orphan. Mother’s seemed pretty integral in the transition of becoming a mother. I didn’t know a thing about raising a person. I barely raised myself.

“Then why are you crying?” she asked, rubbing my hand.

“I don’t know because I don’t want to delete his number but I should.” I didn’t want to admit how I’ve felt more for this one night stand than any of my exes.

“I just can’t believe it,” she said dabbing a tissue at my smeared mascara.

“I know.”

“You’re always so careful.”

“I was.”

“And you usually take plan B if you aren’t sure.”

“I was a little distracted.”

“You’re sure?”

“Took three tests and used three different brands. All of them in one color or multiple lines said the same thing. I’m pregnant.”

“Damn.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I thought about my new reality. I couldn’t get rid of this baby. I heard stories of how crazy abortion made women. I didn't want to be one of the casualties that lost myself to it. A new weight was beginning to settle in on me. My vision was blurred, the tears threatening to slide down my cheeks if they spilled over.

“Don’t cry girl. You’re not alone. Ok?”

I nodded. It sounded good.

“Ok. Let’s get chocolate after.”

“Yea, let’s.” Apparently our lunch was forgotten. We would box it and eat it later.

“Just wait for me to go to the bathroom,” she said, and I nodded, putting my phone on the counter to wash my hands. I absent-mindedly let the water run over my hands. The floors were marble, elegant enough so that the restaurant was given an appropriate restroom setting. Everything else around me began to fade, and I didn't even remember that I was with someone until the hot water began to register. I looked up and was brought back to my reality with Robyn.

She pushed in the stall, and I lost myself in my thoughts.

What would Liam say if he knew I was carrying his child? Would he tell me to kill our baby? Would he want to be with me? Would he be a good father? It was easy to think of the beautiful child we would have. If I was honest, I’d want a son, raising a daughter seemed too hard. It was all a whirlwind, but it was one that I could ultimately settle on if I just gave myself time.