Heart: BWWM Secret Baby Romance Page 2

  Even in my near-drunken state, I knew that what I had done caused a shift in the otherwise friendly atmosphere we created earlier.

  But, I couldn’t find it in myself to stop or care.

  Brock

  I’m stupid about a lot of things when I’m drunk, but I wasn’t stupid enough not to notice a ‘come hither’ signal when it’s aimed at me… And Zia? She definitely wants me in her pants.

  She wrapped her fingers around the neck of my bottle and raised it to her lips, her tongue coming out a little to lick at the rim before taking a sip, and I swear to God, I felt electricity jolt through my system and settle on my groin, making me release a harsh breath.

  Well, if that’s how she wants to play it…

  “I don’t know about making love, but I’m quite adept at fucking,” I said bluntly. Her eyes widened a bit at my response, and I smirked. “And, I don’t like having sex in the back seat – not enough room to do everything I want,” I said.

  Zia bit her lip. Her cheeks flushed, and bits of her hair stuck on her forehead from the heat. She looked like she was already primed for me. One touch would probably send her over the edge.

  I can’t play around anymore.

  I stood up and took her hand so I could pull her out of the place. I took some cash out of my wallet and slammed it on the counter in front of the bartender before hurrying off to my truck with Zia in tow. She said nothing, but followed with her mouth opened in surprise.

  “I’ve never had sex in the bed of a truck before, either,” she said, finally getting where I was going earlier. I walked her to the passenger side and opened the door for her, before walking over and entering through the driver’s side and starting the truck. She raised one eyebrow at this. “Aren’t you going to give me my first time?” she asked, and I waved one hand toward the bar while I looked at her.

  “Are you willing to put on a show?” I asked, and she shook her head. “I didn’t think so.”

  I drove us out of the parking lot and to the dating spots over by the lake – one that I knew had the perfect view of the stars, and was completely private. I parked the car. We both got out, and I took out the blankets and spare pillow I put in the back seat for emergencies and placed them on the bed of my truck before helping her climb over it. We fixed it up fast before we lay down on our backs and looked at the sky, the stars twinkling right over our heads.

  “I think I’m pretty much wasted, Brock,” she said.

  “I think I am, too,” I replied. I felt her move beside me, and then she was right on top of me, looking at me with those scintillating brown eyes of hers, while her hair fell down and tickled my face.

  “So what are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to give me a good first time?” she whispered, her face coming closer and closer until our mouths were just a hairsbreadth away from touching.

  “Why don’t you stop teasing me and get on with it?” I whispered back, and she smiled before finally lowering her mouth to mine.

  I groaned as I drove my tongue inside her mouth and tasted something sweet mixed with the beer we drank, making me want to taste her more. I pushed her to her back, our mouths still latched on to each other, and I felt her hands begin to creep over my stomach through my shirt, going down until she brushed over the tent forming in my jeans. I rubbed it up against her, making her moan in delight, and I pulled away from her to take my shirt off and throw it behind me.

  She immediately explored my body with her hands, her fingers tracing my abs and then my back, as she pulled me back down over her. I started placing kisses on her neck softly, biting on the space between her neck and shoulders before soothing it with my tongue. She gasped, pushing at me so she could unbutton her blouse. Her fingers were unsteady and shaking as they tried to push the buttons out of the hole, so I swatted her hands away and did it myself. Once I got the last button free, I swept her blouse aside and placed my hands over her chest, squeezing her ample breasts through her bra. She arched her back to my touch and keened.

  “The lock… It’s in the front,” she gasped, and I felt for the clasp in the middle of her bra before setting it free, her breasts spilling out.

  I crawl down her body and proceed to cup one of her breasts as I latched my mouth onto her nipple and began sucking, eliciting small gasps and pants from her. I tweaked and pulled at her nipples, and alternated my attention on each of them before brushing my lips over her skin as I went further down her body. I licked at her navel before placing a kiss just by the skin showing on the top of her jeans before I took them off of her.

  I let my eyes wander over her body, taking it all in as she was clad in nothing but her panties. She looked so delicious – her hands cupping her breasts and her legs wide and parted, making me groan as I found that she was so wet she soaked through her underwear. It made me curious what she’d taste like.

  I slowly slid her panties off of her and, for a moment, I saw something akin to hesitation flash across her face, prompting her to push her legs together to cover herself, but I placed one hand on her knee, stopping her.

  “Look at me, baby,” I said, my voice lowering as I grew in need of her. I waited until she had her gaze concentrated on mine before I raised the hand holding her panties to my face as I sniffed them, closing my eyes and smelling her arousal. She moaned, and her legs fell to her sides and I wasted no time diving in between and giving her pussy one long lick up to her clit, making her shudder.

  I nibbled and sucked on her clit as she grabbed my head and tried to push my face closer to her core as she arched into me. I lapped at her in earnest until she cried out her orgasm, moving her hips and riding my face as I lapped at her juices. She let go of my head as the aftershocks of coming slowly left her, and I used that time to take my jeans off. I went commando today, so when she caught sight of my cock, her eyes widened and I smirked.

  “Is this,” I held my cock in my hand and pumped it twice while Zia watched me intently, “going to be another first for you?” I asked. She swallowed and I smiled wider. She scowled at me and shook her head.

  “I’ve had sex. You’re just…,” she started mumbling after, and I furrowed my brows, shaking my head because I couldn’t hear the last part. She sighed. “You’re just bigger than him, that’s all,” she said louder.

  My cock twitched at the compliment, and I swear it made me harder, knowing I’m probably going to ruin her for anybody else.

  “Don’t worry,” I said, crawling over her and placing my hand on her mound. Zia hissed her breath as my fingers brushed her sensitive nub. “I’ll be gentle,” I said, but she shook her head and held my face to hers.

  “I don’t want gentle. I want it rough. You promised to fuck me, so fuck me, cowboy,” she said sternly, and I groaned. Oh, she was so beautiful and sexy. I feel like I won’t be able to last long with her commanding me like that. Sweet Jesus, she is hot.

  She parted her legs even wider to accommodate me, and I let the tip of my cock twirl around her clit before finding her entrance. I cast one last look at her to be sure, and when she nodded, I thrust my whole length inside of her in one hard stroke. I didn’t let her get used to my girth, and proceeded to pump fast, hard, and deep, and she moaned each time.

  Despite my best efforts, I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I needed to make it count. I quickly hitched her legs over my shoulders. Zia stared at me in half-alarm through her sexual haze, and I leaned forward, closer to her mouth, and pumped inside her again, the new angle letting me brush her g-spot over and over, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was screaming in delight. Her hands flailed to the sides; one grabbing hold of the edge of my truck, and the other pulling and pinching at her nipple as I increased my pace. I felt her muscles start to quiver around my cock, and I knew she was going to come soon, so I pulled out of her completely.

  She snapped her eyes open in surprise and was about to tell me off when I moved to her side, pushing my hand under her and pulling her so her back was against my chest. I cupped
her breast with one hand while I placed the other at the bottom of her thigh, holding it high in the air as I pushed inside of her once more. She moaned, her fingers immediately coming up to touch my face, and she turned her head to the side, begging silently for me to kiss her. I obliged, gliding my tongue inside of her mouth and moving in concert with my cock.

  “Oh my God. I’m gonna come,” she whimpered.

  “Come with me, baby,” I ordered, and we kissed each other. The walls of her pussy undulated all over my cock, squeezing me tighter, and I reached my release, my hips still pumping inside of her as I gave her every last drop.

  We kissed each other languidly; we were too tired to do much of anything else. When she stopped responding to my kisses and fell asleep, I managed to pull another blanket on top of us before I fully succumbed to sleep; my arms wrapped around her small frame. The last thought running through my head was how it was weird that she fit so perfectly in my arms.

  Zia

  I squeezed my eyes shut as a light hit my face and woke me up from my sleep. I shielded my eyes with my hand before opening them and making out what looked like the branches of a tree hanging overhead. My head hurt, but it wasn’t quite as harsh as other hangovers I had experienced.

  I wiggled away from Brock, only for him to pull me closer to him in response, nuzzling his nose to my neck and inhaling deeply. I blushed at the intimacy of this act, but refused to take it as anything more than a cuddler’s action when he’s asleep. He said so himself last night that he wasn’t much for making love, so last night was just another fuck for him.

  “Brock. Hey, wake up,” I whispered, and he mumbled something I wasn’t able to catch. I felt something cold on my neck, and I blushed as I realized he just licked me. “What are you doing?” I squealed. He pulled his face away from my neck and smiled at me suggestively.

  “Up for a quickie this morning?” He asked, bobbing his eyebrows up and down, and making me laugh. I bit my lip, tempted by the offer, but I felt incredibly sore between my legs from last night’s activities. I sadly shook my head at him.

  “I’m still a little sore. I am feeling a bit famished, though,” I told him.

  He smiled at me before planting a sloppy kiss on my mouth, as he pulled away from me. He jumped out of the truck and I laughed, as I watched him put his jeans back on, his sexy bare ass disappearing from my view. He turned back around and zipped his jeans up before offering me his shirt. I wrapped the blanket around me instead.

  “Can you help me look for my clothes instead?” I asked shyly. He frowned a little, but nodded, and soon we were both dressed and back inside his truck.

  “It’s a little early, so we can go to Joe’s Diner and grab some breakfast. Is that okay with you?” he asked.

  “Do they have pancakes?” I asked eagerly, and he chuckled.

  “The second best in town,” he answered.

  “Well, who makes the best pancakes in town?” I asked curiously.

  “My ma,” he said, completely serious.

  “Aww, that’s so sweet,” I told him, and he blushed, looking anywhere but at me. We arrived at Joe’s and I ran inside, ignoring Brock’s laughter as I scanned the menu above us.

  Brock wouldn’t let me pay, and since I didn’t have enough money to buy a decent meal and afford a plane ticket to go back home, I didn’t fight him on it. I picked a nearby booth away from the windows, because my eyes still couldn’t take the brightness from the sun.

  The atmosphere became awkward after the waitress arrived with our order. I don’t think either of us had much experience spending much time with someone who was supposed to be a one-night stand. I concentrated on eating my pancakes when he spoke up.

  “Look, I don’t want this to be awkward. We had sex, and it was awesome,” he said, matter of fact. I laughed, surprised at his crassness. “And after all, we’ve talked about your love life. I think we’re past the point of pleasantries, don’t you think?” he asked. I nodded, humbled by his maturity over what happened.

  “I’ll probably look for a job somewhere here. I can’t really afford to leave town with whatever’s left in my purse,” I admitted, and Brock nodded.

  “Do you need me to help you out?” he asked, and I shook my head.

  “That’s very kind of you, but I’ll be alright,” I told him.

  “Well, can I at least get your number, so I can call you? Hang out sometime?” I giggled at this before taking a napkin from the holder and writing my name and number on it. I gave it to Brock, who smiled and placed it in the pocket of his jeans, and we continued to talk as we finished our meal.

  When we left the diner, he caught sight of the clock and told me he still had a job to do back at the barn and apologized that he had to go, but I wasn’t even bothered by it. I knew how a man looks when he tries to escape, and this didn’t look like an escape to me. I waved goodbye before going back inside the diner as he sped off.

  I saw the ‘Help Wanted’ ad by the window and took it with me. I didn’t want anyone else applying for the job.

  I guess Brock did help me out, after all.

  Brock

  I took my phone out of my jeans and turned it back on, glancing every so often back at the road, ready for the stoplight to change. My phone screen lit up and my eyes widened as I saw over 30 missed calls and text messages coming from my brothers and my mother. They’ve never tried to contact me this much before, and I had a sinking feeling that I knew what it was about. I immediately returned the call.

  “Warner, what happened?” I asked our oldest brother, nerves eating away at me as I struggled to concentrate on the road.

  “Brock,” he spoke solemnly, and my nervousness intensified. “It’s dad.”

  ***

  Two weeks later…

  I watched as my dad’s casket was finally lowered into the ground, our relatives and family friends all gathered around us as we said our goodbyes.

  I remembered the day I called Warner – the day I heard that dad had been sent to the hospital because of a third heart attack. I raced like a madman to get there, and the first person to greet me was my mom who looked like a wreck, even more so as compared to the last two heart attacks dad had. She hugged me close and I hugged her back tightly. It was a rough time for all of us. The doctors said that another one would finally do the trick and that his heart wouldn’t be able to take any more. We asked for other options, but sadly, waiting for a donor for a heart transplant could take some time – time dad didn’t have.

  “He’s been asking for you,” my mom said, and I nodded. I walked passed my brothers, hugging them and patting their backs as I went and entered the room. I paled as my eyes roamed all over the tubes and wires connected to my dad, keeping him alive and breathing.

  I couldn’t stomach seeing my father like that. He looked so frail and weak compared to the strong and sturdy man that he was – is – while my brothers and I were growing up. It hurt to see him like this, and it hurts me more knowing that this might be the last time I’ll ever see him alive… Frail and weak.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.

  As if he heard my thoughts, dad opened his eyes blearily before he focused his gaze on me, and he frowned. He raised his hand and beckoned me over to him, and I left my spot by the door and sat on the chair beside his bed.

  “Where have you been, boy? Have the chickens been fed yet?” he asked gruffly. I shook my head at him.

  “You almost died and you’re worried about the chickens?” I asked sarcastically.

  “No, I had another heart attack and I’m worried about your future,” he corrected me and I frowned at him. “We all know I don’t have long, and all I want before I kick the bucket is to be sure I leave you, your mother, and your brothers something to live by – a home to come back to… Something to fall back on. Whatever that farm could be, what you need it to be, it would be there.” He slowly raised his hand and placed it over mine, squeezing it lightly. “Especially for you, Brock,” he said.

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bsp; I’m not going to lie: I cried like a sissy after that – my dad patting my back like I was the one who was sick and needed comforting. I told him how sorry I was that I wasn’t a good enough son for him, and he told me that if I were any different, he probably would have died sooner of boredom. I cried the whole time.

  After that, I ran out of the hospital to clear my head, leaving my car as I continued to run until the sky eventually turned dark and showered me with rain. I ran back to the house that day, soaked to the bone – cold, but incredibly unfeeling. I peeled my clothes off, took a shower, and worked myself to the bone until the next day when my mom finally called me again and told me dad had reached his limit.

  I thought I’d bawl like a little baby again during the wake, and more now that he was finally being laid to rest, but my eyes were dry and tired from all of the crying I did that day, and red from lack of sleep.

  After the funeral, our family lawyer appeared and asked us if it would be alright to discuss the conditions of my dad’s will. I was about to tell him to give us time to grieve first, but my brothers had other ideas and decided that right after dad’s funeral was the perfect time to discuss his will.

  But if they were expecting my Dad to just hand us over our inheritance without any special task, they were dead wrong.

  “A kid? He wants us to have a kid?!” The third eldest brother, Forrest, exclaimed. All of my brothers looked equally enraged at this development while I was totally indifferent by it. I knew dad had something up his sleeve about the inheritance; I mean, he made sure to drill it to me that I had to work hard if I wanted a good reward for a job well done.

  Apparently, dad decided to up the stakes a little.

  “Is it possible that he wasn’t in his right frame of mind when he had that particular condition drafted?” Jefferson said, his mouth agape, but the lawyer shook his head.