HIS SECRET BABY
Chapter One
It was 11 o’clock on a Friday night and I already had two shots of tequila. My best friends Donna and Lauren decided tonight was the night to celebrate my promotion. I worked my ass off to prepare my presentation. It took several nights of drinking incessant amounts of caffeine to stay awake, researching on my laptop until my eyes crossed and practicing my speech like I was running for president.
“Whoo hoo! Go Cyn!” Donna said, joining me for another shot.
Donna and Lauren were my best friends since college. When we graduated, we feverishly hunted for jobs in our respective fields. Lauren got a job writing novels for a publisher, and Donna works as marketing consultant for a retail store. I decided to go more of the business route and became a bank teller. Our homes were only a metro ride away, so we made a pact to visit each other every Friday. Most of our Fridays consist of drinking wine over a movie with pizza, but tonight was a special occasion.
“Hey, Cyn, hottie at three o’clock,” Lauren said, gesturing me towards a brooding man in the corner.
I looked up from our seat at the bar and made eye contact with the “hottie”. He looked up from his drink, staring deeply into my eyes. My breath hitched, he was damn attractive. He stood tall, maybe around 6’3. From what I could see, his hair was dark and close cropped on the sides, yet long on top. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt, his five o’clock shadow prominent against his sharp jaw. His muscled arms were completely tattooed. I couldn’t help but bite my lip.
“Ok, he’s obviously interested in you. You have to speak to him!” Lauren said.
“Yeah, because speaking to strangers is what I need to do in this state of intoxication,” I said, rolling my eyes and sipping my tequila sunrise.
“That’s exactly what you need to do! When was the last time you gotten any?” Donna said.
I wanted to fight her on it but Donna was right. The last time I got laid was with my ex-boyfriend several months ago. It was after a drunken night at the bar when I texted him to come over. The sex was good, but it didn’t scratch that itch that I needed. I sent him on his merry way in the morning, vowing to never have mediocre sex again. I guess that vow made me ignore sex altogether as I became fixated with my work.
“Fine. Wish me luck,” I said, taking one last sip.
I got up slowly, not yet making eye contact with the handsome stranger and adjusted my dress. It was my favorite dress and a crowd favorite amongst my friends, too. It was red, and perfectly accented my brown, curly hair. My curvy body was amplified by the tight, binding fabric. I pulled it down a little in the front to show a little more cleavage as I finally walked up to the guy. His cologne smelled intoxicating from a distance. The closer I got to him, the dizzier I got.
“Hi,” I said, trying to sound sexy and not like a drunken idiot.
“Hello,” he said, smiling. His teeth were perfect, too. Holy hell.
“I noticed you watching me over there,” I said, pointing a thumb over my shoulder to where I was sitting. I didn’t want to turn around for fear that Donna and Lauren would be staring at the interaction.
“I couldn’t help but notice such a sexy woman. But the real question is, were you watching me over here?” He said, adjusting his stance so that he could make better eye contact with me.
“No, not at all.”
“Liar. I bet you want to know what’s under my clothes just like I want to know what’s under yours,” he said, moving closer to my ear so I could hear him. My head started to swim. Who is this man?
“I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Luke. What’s yours, sweetheart?”
“Cynthia, but my friends call me Cyn.”
“Sin, just like how you look in that dress,” he said, eyeing me up and down.
“I’m sorry, Luke, but I’m actually a saint,” I said, winking at him.
“Even saints lose control sometimes. Tell me something, when was the last time you were really satisfied?” Luke said, backing me against a wall.
My heart was racing as I looked around to see if anyone noticed us. Donna and Lauren were chatting up two men in the bar and it was as if everyone was transfixed on their own conversations. For a second, I felt like Luke and I were in a bubble that only we could notice. I looked up at him, finally noticing the color of his eyes in the lighted area, hazel like a wolf’s.
“Um, I can’t remember,” I said, honestly. There’s no point in lying, I suppose.
“That’s so unfortunate to hear. A woman like you should be pleasured every day,” he said, licking the shell of my ear, “if I had you, I would make sure you would never need anything else.”
“Are you usually this flirtatious with strange women in the bar?” I asked, giggling. The liquor was starting to set in.
“I actually hate bars. But when a sexy minx like you walks by in that tight red dress, I couldn’t help but imagine all of the ways I would get you out of it.”
My mouth slightly gaped. I felt my body heat up with arousal. I haven’t felt this turned on in a very long time. I bit my lip again, watching his jaw tighten as he looked up and down my body. I wanted him to kiss me, to grab me by my waist and take me however he wanted. I felt like I was pleading for him with my eyes. I was transfixed on Luke. I wanted him. Badly.
“So, how about we go back to my place?” I asked, sheepishly, hoping he would take me up on my offer.
“Not yet, my dear. In the span of this conversation, I have determined that I want to play with my prey before eating it,” he said, staring me down.
“Play?”
“You haven’t been satisfied in a while, now. I’m not going to give you any cheap thrills. I want you to think about me when I’m not there. I want you to smell my cologne in the air and instantly get turned on. Can you do that for me?”
“Um,” I said, knowing that it was already in the cards.
“Good. Here’s my phone number. Text me when you make it home safely,” Luke said, plugging his number into my phone before kissing my hand and walking out of the bar. My hand tingled where his lips touched it. My body was slightly trembling as I made the walk back to the bar with my girlfriends.
“So? How did it go?” Donna asked.
“I got his number.” I said.
“Yes! Go girl! It’s about time you hopped back in the saddle,” Lauren said, gyrating in her seat as if she was riding a horse.
The three of us laughed as we talked about our lives outside of work. Donna got a new puppy she’s been dying for us to meet named Benedict Arnold. Lauren’s mother has decided that her new venture in life is to write a cookbook so now Lauren has to visit every weekend to try new dishes. I didn’t have much to add to the conversation, outside of work, I really didn’t do much. I simply came home to my cat, Mitzy, and binge-watched television.
“Alright ladies, it’s getting late. Ready for the metro ride home?” Donna said, yawning mid-sentence.
“Yeah, let’s go. I’m exhausted.”
We all tipped the bartender, closed our tabs and walked out of the bar, arms linked. We laughed about something that happened on television as we walked down the busy street to the metro station. Donna was the first person to board as we sat in the dimly lit subway. The lights flickered as we talked about nonsense. I was the first stop. I hugged them both goodbye and asked them to let me know when they were home. My mind suddenly remembered that I was supposed to text Luke the same.
After a brief walk to my apartment, I unlocked the door and turned on the living room lights. I hated dark rooms. I always thought that something spooky would be hiding in the shadows, or my cupboard. I took off my coat and heard a familiar sound welcoming me home.
“Meow,” My cat, Mitzy said, strutting towards me. I adopted Mitzy a couple of years ago. Well, actually, Mitzy adopted me. She showed up on my doorstep one day. It was raining outside and she was frantically meowing outside of my door. I let her in, fed her some tuna, and called the number on her collar. Once I heard the disconnected dial tone, I knew she had been abandoned. That night, I took her in as my own. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
“Hey itsy bitsy Mitzy,” I said, laying on the couch as she jumped on my lap. She curled up and began to purr, the vibrations relaxing me already.
“Guess what? I met a boy,” I said.
Mitzy looked up at me as if she was actually listening. I fished my phone out of my purse and sent a text to Luke telling him that I was home. I copied the same message and sent it to both Donna and Lauren. My phone pinged almost instantly. It was a message from Luke.
“I’m glad my little vixen made it home alright. Would you like to join me for a bite to eat tomorrow? Don’t say no, either. I know you don’t have anything better to do,” the text read.
I slightly flushed, realizing that he was right. I didn’t have anything better to do.
“Okay. Give me the details in the morning,” I responded.
“Of course. Sleep well,” the text read.
I grinned before sitting my phone next to me. I gave Mitzy’s head a quick pat before I started disrobing on the way to the shower. My apartment was small but nice enough for me. My bedroom was on the other side of the living room, and the bathroom was on the next wall. I dropped my clothes in the hamper before turning the light on in the bathroom and letting the water heat up.
I hopped in the shower, making sure that the water was hot enough. Exes used to tell me that I could shower in temperatures hot enough for Satan. I used to think that was their way of calling me Satan. Most of the time, it was. As I lathered my favorite peach shampoo through my hair, I started thinking about life and about tonight, the water running down my body in delicious ways.
Several minutes later, I turned the water off, wrapping a towel around my hair and drying my body before wrapping a towel around my chest. I grabbed some body lotion and sat on my bed, Mitzy resting at my bedroom door. I acknowledged her with a smile as she turned her head. Moody, much.
I started using the strawberry scented lotion, rubbing from my feet to my ankles, to my calves, then to my thighs. I started picturing Luke, the memory of his face mere centimeters from mine making me flush. I started rubbing the lotion even slower up my thighs, then to my belly. I traced circles around my navel before moving even further upward. My hands found their way to my breasts as I glossed over them, my nipples instantly getting hard. I softly moaned as I twisted them, feeling my breast’s weight against my hands.
I laid back and let my fingers trace ever downward. Luke was on top of me now. His callused hands were tracing up and down my body. I could feel his weight on me, pressing me into the mattress as he kissed the tender spot on my neck. I gasped as fantasy Luke tickled my earlobe with his tongue, before finally pulling my face into his and biting my bottom lip. He sucked it gently, kissing me even deeper. I was so close to getting what I needed. Just touch me. Right there.
“MEOW!” Mitzy said.
I instantly shot up to find Mitzy staring at me from the door. She still had that bored expression on her face. I almost threw a pillow at her.
“Mitzy! You have no idea what you just interrupted!” I said, frustrated. Mitzy simply looked at me without any facial expression.
I groaned before lying in bed and checking the time, figuring that now was as good a time as any to go to bed before seeing Luke tomorrow.
Chapter Two
I woke up, slightly hung-over, to the sound of construction outside. I pushed my pillow over my head in frustration, knowing that I would never get back to sleep now. I rolled over to check my phone, only to find out that it was already 10 am. I stretched for a couple of seconds before walking into the kitchen to prepare myself a glass of water.
As I stood in my kitchen, I started thinking about last night’s interaction. Meeting someone in a bar is one thing, but meeting that same person in the middle of the day is another. I took another sip, hearing my phone ring in the next room. I raced to get it, spilling water on the wooden floor in the process. I jumped on the bed to find Luke’s name on the screen.
“Well, good morning, gorgeous,” Luke said. I could hear the smirk in his tone.
“Hello, Luke,” I said, still trying not to sound too excited.
“I called because I would much rather hear your voice in the morning than read a screen. Lunch is at noon, at Sarah’s Diner. Are you familiar with the restaurant?”
“Yeah, it’s not far from me at all.” I said, thankful he didn’t suggest anywhere upscale.
“Perfect. Oh, and could you do me a favor?” Luke asked.
“What?”
“Don’t wear any panties.” He said, hanging up the line.
My jaw dropped. Did this guy really expect me to not wear any underwear on our first date? Is this even a date? My mind was reeling with possibilities as I felt my body get hot. Why could he possibly not want me to wear any underwear?
The naughtiness of it all made me grin. I hopped out of bed and walked to my closet, the wooden floor still cold against my bare feet. I shuffled over to the sliding doors of my closet and pushed them both wide open, staring in dismay at my dismal options. Jesus, do I wear anything but business casual clothing? I thought as I threw everything to the floor. I finally settled on a burgundy sweater dress with black, thigh high boots. I picked out a lacy black bra and matching panties.
I walked to the mirror and brushed out my hair before tossing it in a high-bun. I put on a light layer of foundation and a pink-tinted balm before liberally covering my eyelashes in mascara. My eyes were my favorite feature, large and green. I’ve been told they’re quite hypnotizing.
Seeing it was already 11:30, I started to get dressed. I heard Mitzy purring in the corner and I gave her a nod of acknowledgment. She started licking her paws, as I got dressed. I pushed my breasts up high in my bra, making sure that the scoop neck of the dress showed them off a bit. I put on my dress, rubbing the soft material as it hugged my curves. I put on my boots, zipping them up before grabbing my purse and heading towards the metro, leaving my panties behind.
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I took a deep breath before walking up to the diner’s doors. The place was pretty busy as people liked eating there after a long night. I walked inside, looking around before my eyes landed on the sexy beast that is Luke. He wore an emerald green sweater with a slight V-neck. His hazel eyes shone as if he wasn’t drinking the night before. Ugh, why was he so beautiful.
“Cyn, you made it!” Luke said, giving me a tight squeeze.
I felt his chest against mine and almost passed out. His hug lingered a little longer than I expected, making my heart race. I rubbed my hands up his back, feeling the muscles there. I couldn’t help myself; he was so hypnotizing.
“Please, sit,” he said, moving out of my way so I could sit in the booth.
I sat down, crossing my legs high on my thighs. I saw him glance at them, licking his lips before sliding in the booth next to me. I looked at him oddly, wondering why he wasn’t sitting across from me.
“Hello and welcome to Sarah’s Diner. What can I get you to drink?” She had cinnamon red hair that obviously came from a box and wore red lipstick. She looked like a 1950s housewife in her pink uniform. I’m surprised she wasn’t wearing roller-skates.
“Water is fine with me,” Luke said.
“Orange juice, please,” I said.
“How was the rest of your night? Did you hit another bar?” He said, staring at me intently.
How do I tell a guy I masturbated to a fantasy of him?
“It was a blur. I think I passed out after a shower,” I said, laughing.
“Same here. I recall having some of the best sleep of my life,” he said.
We both chatted about idle talk. Luke is the older of two siblings. His favorite color is green and his last name is Williams. He’s a manager at a restaurant, and loves to cook. He exercises every day, and thinks that riding a bike beats hitting the gym any day. I found myself enamored by his conversation, soaking up his every word.
“Alright, sugar, what will it be for lunch?” The waitress asked.
“I’ll have the classic egg breakfast please,” Luke said.
“Breakfast? It’s noon,” the waitress said, giggling.
“It’s my first meal of the day,” Luke said, giving her a smile.
“Makes sense to me! How do you like your eggs, sweetie?”
“Scrambled. Oh, can I have a coffee, black?”
“Of course and what will it be for you dear?”
“Can I have the blueberry pancakes and also a coffee. Two sugars, heavy cream?” I asked.
“Yes ma’am. I will be right back with your coffees,” the waitress said, walking away.
“You like your coffee sweet, huh?” Luke asked.
“Of course. I like everything sweet,” I said, eyeing Luke back. Two can play this game.
“Hmm, I pegged you as more of a savory type,” he said, moving closer to me.
“See? You can’t judge a book by its cover.”
“Oh, but I can. Like right now, you’re getting turned on.” He said.
“Uh-,” I stammered. Christ, he’s good at this.
“I bet you’re wet now, too,” he said, licking his lips before eyeing my thighs.
“No, actually, you’re wrong,” I said, my voice slightly shaking.
“Let me see, then. If I’m wrong, I’ll leave you alone,” he said, putting his hand in a “scout’s honor” position.
“What if the waitress stops by?” I said, trying to find any excuse to not let him feel the pool that started accumulating between my legs since we made eye contact in the diner.
“She’ll never know. Go on, spread your legs for me.”
I slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my thighs slightly part. Luke trailed his fingers up my thighs, drawing circles up and down them. The closer he got, the more he could fall away. I was getting anxious, wishing he would touch me. My center was hot with need.
“Alrighty here’s your coffees, your egg breakfast and your pancakes. Enjoy!” The waitress said, dropping the food off on the table before skirting off.
“I’m not done with you, yet. Go on, enjoy your pancakes,” he said in my ear.
I obliged him and began pouring syrup over the pancakes. He continued tracing my thighs with one hand as he sipped his coffee with the other. To the average outsider, no one would think anything of this. But to me, the teasing was driving me mad.
Finally, after I almost cried out to him to feel me, he dips his finger into my flower. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound as he traces from the bottom of my slit to the top. I knew his fingers would come out moist, and I was embarrassed to see what it would look like. After a few more seconds of this delicious torture, he pulled his fingers away, my wetness causing them to shine in the diner’s light.
“How’s that food tasting?” The waitress asked.
“Spectacular,” Luke said, sucking his fingers.
My jaw almost hit the floor as I watched Luke suck my essence off of his fingers. He smiled at me, before asking how my pancakes were. I said they were amazing. The waitress smiled with pride as she continued to check on other costumers.
“I can’t believe you did that!” I whispered, trying to hide the arousal in my voice.
“I never back down from a challenge. I knew you were wet for me. I just wanted to feel it.”
“But in public?”
“Sweetheart, there’s a lot more things I would do to you in public.”
“Like what?” I asked, eager for more information. My face flushed at the thought of Luke taking me in the middle of this restaurant.
“I would much rather you find out. Let’s go to the park after this.”
Luke laid a $20 bill on the table and reached for my hand. My stomach felt butterflies as I held his large hands in mine. They were warm and softer than I imagined. We walked out of the diner and onto the street. As we headed towards the park, I couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful he was. I really couldn’t help but notice something was a little different in his pants. I giggled to myself softly. At least I have the same effect on him as he does on me.
We finally made it to the park after walking for a couple of blocks. The temperature was a cool 65 degrees with a slight breeze. Everyone was outside enjoying the day, parents pushing children on strollers, dogs being walked, and women jogging with their friends. It was truly a beautiful day. Luke looked intently focused on something, though. I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly it was.
“Follow me,” Luke said as we bypassed the heavily populated space of the park. He led me to a more secluded area slightly shrouded with trees. I looked at him questioningly. What could he possibly have planned?
“There’s something I need to confess to you,” Luke said as we stood near a tree.
“What?”
He backed me against the tree, our bodies slightly hidden but still visible if someone really wanted to look. He looked me deep in the eyes before licking his lips. His eyes narrowed on me like a wolf hunting its prey. I gulped; his intense gaze making me equal parts nervous and aroused.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since last night,” he said, placing his hands on both sides of my head.
“Then do it,” I said, pulling him towards me as we finally locked lips.
His lips were soft against mine as he gently sucked my bottom lip. I reached into his hair to pull him deeper into me. He gasped and I flicked his lips with my tongue. I felt him smile against my lips as he reached around to grab my ass. I moaned against his mouth, his earlier teasing starting to take effect.
“I live down the block,” Luke said, slightly breathless.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” I whispered against his lips.
Chapter Three
I don’t remember how we made it to his home. All I remember is biting my lip before going in to kiss him again. Now, my back was against the wall of the front door of his apartment. It wasn’t too far from the park, and we were still kissing as he fumbled to get the keys in his pocket. The house smelled like cinnamon, the sensual smell making me aroused in more ways than I expected.
His apartment was definitely larger than mine. It was on the third floor of his building and had a master bedroom. His living room was a mixture between grey furniture and dark, wooden features. He had a large television, and a reading section near the huge window that almost took up an entire wall in itself. He kept burgundy curtains against the wall, the color looking almost alien against the otherwise drab living room.
The kitchen was beautifully decked out with the sharpest knives and shiny dishware. I saw copper pots hanging above the granite countertop. He had duel sinks and stainless steel appliances. His kitchen was his laboratory, and each recipe he whipped up probably put a spell on whoever got to taste it. I envisioned Luke putting me on that countertop wearing nothing but a towel while baking a cake for me as he fed me every piece, licking the icing off of my body in the process.
“Wow, nice apartment for a chef,” I said, slightly flushing.
“Thank you,” he said before hoisting me up so I was straddling his waist. We continued to kiss as he carried me to the bedroom, pushing the door open before gently laying me on the bed. The room was well lit from the windows, but the burgundy shades gave the room a beautiful red glow. Luke’s eyes were holding fire as he yanked off his jacket. I sat up and removed mine with the same fervor. I pulled him down on me, scratching his back before rolling him on his back.
“Shirt. Off,” I said, gesturing for him to remove the offensive clothing.
Luke’s eyes widened as he gave a cocky smirk, removing his shirt. My mouth watered at his hard abs. I stroked them slowly, easing my fingers closer and closer to his belly button. I saw his jaw tighten in restraint. He was getting harder and harder with every second. I played with the sensitive skin around his belt buckle, hearing him slightly hiss. I wanted to tease him like he did me.
“Oh, this is the game you want to play?” Luke said, a devious glint in his eyes.
He pushed up, pulling me into him by the waist. I gasped at the sudden movement. He shifted so that his legs were on the edge of the bed, kissing me softly before giving me a spank.
“Stand up. Give me a show. I want to see you strip for me.”
I slowly stood up, my body swaying to a slow song I played in my head. I saw him lean back, getting a good view, his manhood rising in his jeans. I played with the edge of my dress, slowly pulling it up to reveal more of my taut belly. He pushed out a breath, the tension obviously getting to him. I smiled before ripping the dress off of my head, revealing the black, lacey bra I wore underneath. I caressed my breasts, making sure to enjoy the sensation. I pretended like I was in my room alone after a long day at work and needing to relieve some tension. For a second, I forgot Luke was even there.
I heard a belt buckle loosen and jeans fall to the ground. Good, he’s enjoying himself. I unclasped my bra, my back still turned. After a minute of seductively swaying my hips, I finally turned around, revealing my C-cup breasts. Luke was stroking himself, thoroughly enjoying the show.
I pushed his hands out of the way, licking his shaft from the bottom to the top before swirling my tongue at the tip. Luke groaned, his hands softly gripping my hair. I started bobbing my head up and down, rubbing the bottom of my tongue flat against him. He was getting louder now. I increased my speed, wondering how far he would let me go before exploding. After a few minutes, and his moans still ever increasing, he finally pulled me off of him, kissing me deeply before kicking off his pants and boxers, and pushing me onto my back.
He kissed my lips to a sensitive spot on my neck. I moaned as he traveled to my nipples. He swirled his tongue around the left one, blowing softly as it got more erect. My back arched as he lightly nipped it. He tweaked the right one as he sucked, finally giving the right one the attention it desired. I ran my fingers through his hair, gently tugging at the roots. He moaned, the vibrations deliciously rumbling my chest. He looked up at me before trailing his tongue down my belly. He dipped it into my belly button, kissing it softly before finally landing on my center.
My body was full of warmth as he licked my slit. He moaned as he kissed me softly, alternating between sucking and kissing my inner thighs. I was getting hotter, my moans increasing as he increased his speed. I knew I was about to explode any moment now.
“Lu-Luke, I’m, I’m going to-,” I said, pushing his face into me.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment? I won’t stop until you make me,” he said.
My legs clenched around his face as I exploded. Luke squeezed my hips tighter to keep me from almost falling off of the bed. I undulated against him, my stomach concave and back arched into the sky. I was instantly out of breath, my brow covered in sweat as I pushed him away. He really wasn’t going to stop.
“Are you ok with this?” Luke said, positioning himself over me.
I nodded my head, yes, still reeling from my orgasm. He positioned himself on top of me, dragging me more into the center of the bed for leverage. He looked into my eyes as he finally entered me, stretching me deliciously. He had more girth than I anticipated and it took a little longer for me to be comfortable. He looked at me questioningly as I gave him the approval to increase his pace. He gripped my waist as he slowly increased his speed, allowing me to adjust to his rhythm. I closed my eyes and softly moaned his name at the sensation.
I gripped his back, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the room. The pleasure was causing my head to swim. He pulled himself down as he kissed and licked my ear. I scratched him harder, his depth pushing me to my limits. As I felt my second orgasm brewing, I stopped him, smirking before flipping him over yet again.
I rubbed his chest as I started writhing on top of him. I loved feeling in control as I changed the pace suddenly to his surprise. He was stoking my inner flame with every thrust. My body was covered in goosebumps as I sped up my pace. I felt myself getting closer to nirvana as he spanked me yet again. I moaned his name, gripping his hair as we frantically kissed. He gained control and began plunging me from below. I felt us both getting closer, our once steady pacing getting more and more erratic. I was ready to explode.
“Wait, one more position,” he said, gently easing me off of him.
He turned me over, my hands and knees resting on the bed. He pulled me up towards him, gently stroking my body while kissing the delicate spot where my neck and collarbone meet. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he pushed me downward with a little more force than I assumed he would have. In my head, he was still The Dork from high school but in this bed, he was a sex God.
He ran his fingers over my buttocks before giving it a sharp smack. I moaned in surprise, watching his lips curl up into a smile. I see he enjoyed being in control, too. He inserted himself inside of me. He gently pushed my back to give me more of an arch as I followed his silent orders. He started off slow, feeling himself getting even deeper than before. I pushed back at him, giving him more of me. He gripped my hips even tighter, his moaning becoming more prominent. I felt him run his hands along my back before pulling my hair at the roots. I groaned, the pleasuring pain bringing me closer to orgasm.
His thrusting became more erratic and out of pace. At that point, I didn’t care about anything but the feeling this man was giving me. I closed my eyes, finally feeling myself release. As I let myself reach my peak, I felt him doing the same. He gently said my name as his body began to shake behind me. I begged him for more, calling out to him as he finally climaxed inside of me.
He landed beside me, a giggle escaping both of our smiles as pulled me into him to spoon. I settled into his embrace, wondering how two almost complete strangers could make so much magic.
“Luke?” I asked, as he kissed the back of my neck.
“Hmm?” He responded, rolling me on my back so he could look me in the eyes.
“So, what now?” I asked.
I didn’t want to have the “what are we” talk. I figured Luke would just want a fling or something. Either way, I needed to know. Call it my personality type, but I’m always asking questions. I would rather we both mutually agree on our next steps than for us to be thinking two separate things.
“What now? Well, we go on dates, we get to know each other, we have amazing sex like we did today over and over and over again.” Luke said, kissing my face each time he repeated “over”.
My heart swelled. It’s not every day that you come across someone who isn’t afraid of commitment and actually wants to date you. It’s also not every day that person is someone who is such an undeniably sexy God. I could drown in those hazel eyes, and now, they were one step closer to becoming mine.
“What do you want to do now?”
“After we gather our energy, let’s get some food. I’m pretty starving,” Luke said, patting his perfectly flat belly.
“Can we do take-out?” I asked, testing him. Any man who hates take-out is not the man for me.
“I’m so glad you said that. I didn’t want to leave the house,” Luke said, sighing in relief.
“Yes!” I squealed, wrestling him down to the bed.
“Pizza or Chinese?” He asked.
“Didn’t you learn to never ask a woman what she wants to eat?”
“This is true. I’ll be dead by the time you decide. How about pizza?” He said.
“Perfect. I hope we like the same toppings.”
“Doesn’t matter as long as I can have you for dessert.” He said, rolling me on top of him and rubbing my thighs.
“Oh no, Luke Williams, do not look at me like that. I need to recover,” I said teasingly, watching his eyes darken from desire.
“Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time for me to discover every inch of you,” he said, pulling my face towards him to kiss my ear.
“What’s your definition of plenty of time?” I asked, looking at the time on his nightstand. It was already getting dark outside.
“Is the rest of your life ok?”
Chapter Four
“Babe, you ok in there? You’ve been in the bathroom for a while,” Luke yelled from the kitchen. He was cooking for our anniversary, deciding that he would find it much more romantic if he slaved over a hot stove for me than we spend our money somewhere else.
Shit, shit, shit, I thought to myself, staring at the pregnancy test in my hand. I had been feeling woozy for a couple of weeks. Mitzy had been acting weird towards me, too. It was almost like she got clingier. I remember Luke mentioning it one day when Mitzy hissed at him for trying to pick her up off of my lap.
“That’s odd. I guess she finally got that jealous streak we were looking for,” Luke said, laughing.
We moved in together 6 months after that day. Our relationship was going so well that we decided it was a waste of time to live separately. We wanted to be around each other all of the time. I still took the metro to work, though it’s a bit of a longer trip. He brings me leftovers from the restaurant almost every night, I remember one night he brought home chocolate fondue. He proceeded to drizzle it all over me while licking the chocolate off. We had amazing sex that night.
“Yeah, just staring at my eyebrows,” I said, stowing the stick into my jeans. Pregnant. I’m pregnant. How did this happen? I can’t tell Luke about this. He’ll think it’s too soon! He might want me to get rid of it. I don’t even know how far along I am.
I sat on the toilet for a bit longer, trying to figure out when I could have conceived. We had sex often, so trying to find a timeline was nearly impossible. I took birth control, but got a little spotty with taking it on time around three months ago. Then it hit me, the night of the fondue. I forgot to take my birth control that day, opting to take it early the next day because I was lazy. Oh my God, I am such an idiot!
I quickly flushed the toilet, washed my hands and plastered a smile on my face. I walked over to Luke, holding him from behind as he made his signature Cajun pasta. The smell of the spices was causing me to feel ravenous. Matter of fact, I noticed I had been eating more. Oh no, the signs were all there.
“Oh shit, babe I forgot the shrimp. Let me run to the store right quick. I’m going to leave this on simmer. Don’t touch anything,” he said, pecking my lips before grabbing his coat to go to the butcher on the corner. He only ate fresh meat, so the butcher shop was his go-to for our meals.
As soon as the door shut behind him, I waited a few seconds before running to grab my cell-phone. I took the pregnancy test from out of my jeans and put it in the top drawer of my nightstand inside of a book. I dialed the first person I knew could help me, Donna. Donna was expecting, too, with her boyfriend for a little over a year. She found out a few months ago. We were all overjoyed. Who would have guessed I would be feeling so much dread from the same situation?
“Hello, friend,” Donna said, picking up on the first ring. I could hear a chips bag rattling next to her. She’s due in a couple of months.
“Donna. I need your help.”
“What’s wrong?” Donna said, her tone suddenly deepening. She knew this was serious.
“I’m pregnant,” I said.
“Shut up! That’s amazing! Our children can be cousins!”
“Donna, we’re not related.”
“Doesn’t matter! I’m so excited for you!” Donna said, her mouth muffled by chips.
“That’s the problem. I’m not.”
“Why the hell not? Have you seen your boyfriend? Hubba hubba. He’s also obsessed with you. What could possibly go wrong?”
“We haven’t talked about children or even marriage. What if he doesn’t want kids?” I asked, my morale faltering. This could go really bad.
“If you keep thinking the worst, then the worst will happen,” Donna said matter-of-factly.
“Is that from one of your meditative calendar quotes?”
“Yep. That was this month’s,” she said, laughing.
“Great, now I have calendars mocking me.”
“Oh, hush,” she said.
I heard the Luke’s keys in the door. Crap, I forgot he only went to the butcher for shrimp. Luke is very good at only getting exactly what he needs. Me? I’ll be shopping for a loaf of bread and end up with an entire produce aisle plus a couple of toys for Mitzy.
“Donna, I have to go. He’s back,” I said quietly.
“Hey, do some intel. Just casually ask him about what he wants in the future. Maybe you’ll figure out what you need from that. Bye, and good luck!” Donna said, hanging up the phone.
“Honey, I’m home!” Luke said in a dramatic manner.
“Coming!” I yelled back. I held my breath for a couple of seconds, and then let it go. Here goes nothing.
“Hey babe. How was the butcher’s?”
“I’m just glad our anniversary is on a weekday this year. It’s much less crowded than on weekends. Saturdays are the worst,” he said, dumping the shrimp into the pasta before turning up the heat.
“I can only imagine. Can you imagine cooking for children and us? Insane right?” I asked, a nervous giggle escaping the end of that sentence. I’m really not good at this.
“Yeah, sounds like a real nightmare,” he said laughing.
My stomach churned. Was that sarcasm? Would it really be a nightmare to him or was he just kidding around?
“And then having to put them to bed? I heard babies take forever to go to sleep,” I said.
Luke eyed me suspiciously. I tried to look as normal as possible though the rushing in my ears was proving that I wasn’t feeling normal at all. I’ve never been more nervous in my life.
“What’s all this talk about kids all of a sudden? You never mention it,” he said, turning back to his pasta for a quick stir before tapping his spoon against the pot.
“Nothing! You know Donna is pregnant and we talked on the phone for a bit. She was telling me about her fears for her first child and I guess it was weighing on my mind,” I said. Nice save.
“Oh, I’m glad you got to talk to her today. Was she in a good mood?” He asked, his suspicion melting away.
“She was elbow deep in a bag of chips. She was in a great mood,” I said, giggling. One time, Donna sent her husband on a food run for buffalo chicken dip, saltine crackers and a chocolate lava cake. When he came back with it, she was fast asleep.
“Great. Well, my love, dinner is served!” Luke said, pulling out plates from the cabinet. I pulled out two glasses and filled them both with water.
“No wine tonight, babe?”
“No, thanks. I’m not really in a wine mood.”
We spend the night eating and chatting about our relationship. I tried to think of ways I could sneakily ask him if he was ready for marriage. He was nearing thirty, and I figured he would’ve gotten married before some time ago if he wanted to. He’s had ex-girlfriends before yet never mentioned a proposal. The more I thought about, the queasier I got.
“Babe? You look a little green.”
I rushed up to go to the restroom, vomiting up everything I ate. I stared at the toilet in disbelief, wondering how quickly this all happened. I cleaned up after myself and flushed the toilet, a concerned Luke looking at me from the bathroom door. He helped me get up and walked me over to our bed, holding a hand to my head to see if I was feverish.
“What happened? I made sure everything was perfectly cooked through,” he said, the guilt causing lines to spread across his face. What a sweet man.
“I’m not sure, love. I guess my stomach is a little upset.”
“Here, let’s rest in bed. I’ll bring you some saltines.”
The thought of crackers made my mouth water. I could already imagine the crisp saltiness being washed down with delicious cold water. My mouth began to salivate. Oh no, not cravings, too!
“Here you go. What would you like to watch on television?” Luke asked, kissing me on the forehead.
“Can we watch a cooking competition show? I love seeing your reactions to other chef’s techniques,” I said. It was true. Luke became a huge competitor when cooking shows came on. It was like his personal version of football.
“Let’s see if something is on,” he said.
I made it through three shows before falling asleep. I remember dreaming about Luke discovering my pregnancy test in my drawer, smashing it in anger and plotting on how to break up with me. I remember my stomach pulling out until it was the size of a bowling ball, mocking him with each turn. I woke up in a cold sweat.
“Nightmare?” Luke asked. He was still up watching television. I checked my bedside clock to see only an hour had passed by.
“You know me so well,” I said, nuzzling into him.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No. It’s ok. It was stupid anyway,” I said.
“I know how I can make you feel better,” Luke said, tracing his hands up and down my body. My body instantly responded to him as I arched my back. He began kneading areas on my back where my muscles were tight. He knew after a long day at work, my back begins to hurt to the point where sleep is difficult. He began working his hands in circles, rubbing from my shoulders to my lower back. I moaned softly in pleasure as he increased the pressure he placed on my back.
Luke moved down so we were eye-level, kissing me softly. I kissed him back, feeling my body start to tingle. My eyes rolled back in my head as he moved down to kiss my neck. He kissed down the collar of my pajama top, unbuttoning each one slowly. He kissed every revealed inch of bare skin until my shirt was completely off. He sucked my breasts, squeezing them before moving down to my belly. I giggled as he kissed over it, a smile showing on his face. He looked up at me for a moment before kissing around the waistline of my silk pajama shorts. He went down to my feet, kissing from the sole to my ankle. He started rubbing my feet for me, my mouth audibly sighing from the sensation.
He stopped massaging my feet after a moment to kiss up my calves. He kissed the sensitive spot behind my knee before flicking his tongue over it. I was getting more and more aroused the slower he went. He finally worked is way to my thighs, kissing the top of them before the bottom then the inner portion. I felt myself spread my legs for him, wanting him to remove my shorts and do whatever he wished. He smirked before rubbing me through the silk, my lack of panties making him look at me in surprise.
“What? You said ‘no panties’.” I said, recalling our very first meeting.
Luke growled at me as he slowly removed my shorts. He kissed my bikini line, slowly working his way in. I tried to push myself into him, using my hand to grip his hair and guide him. Luke was stronger, though, and pushed me away with a flick of the head. He grabbed my hips and held them down, resuming his torture. I moaned in frustration as he laughed.
“Happy anniversary, baby,” he said before diving into me, just like the very first time.
Chapter Five
The next day, I was eating lunch with Donna and Lauren. Donna spilled the beans to Laura about my pregnancy after a tearful phone call about how there was no ice cream in her house. After confessing about my fear of telling Luke, Lauren called me at work to schedule an impromptu lunch together at a sandwich shop down the road.
“How did getting information go?” Donna asked, her mouth already full of sandwich.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I can’t tell if he wants kids or not. I kept messing up over my words, then I threw up our anniversary dinner.”
“Oh my,” Lauren gasped.
“That’s how mine started, too. Nothing could stay down,” Donna said.
“Clearly things can stay down now,” Lauren said, poking Donna’s belly and giggling.
“Guys! What am I supposed to do?” I said, putting my face in my hands.
“Calm down. What did you do with the test?” Lauren asked.
“I hid it in my top drawer inside of a book. I figured he would never need to go in my nightstand.”
“Ok, this is good. Honestly Cyn, you can’t keep this a secret forever. You’ll start showing eventually.”
“I know. I just can’t right now,” I said, pleading with them both to not judge me.
They both laid their hands over mine, our symbol of sympathy. I began to tear up. What if I ruin this relationship? People always say that having a baby puts strain on a marriage, and we’re not even married!
“Tell you what, I pinky promise that everything will be ok,” Donna said, smiling at me.
“How could I ever fight a pinky promise,” I said, giving Donna and Lauren a hug before packing up half of my sandwich and heading back to work.
“Cynthia? You have a call on line one,” the secretary said as I approached the desk.
“Did they say what the nature of the call was?” I asked.
“No, just that they needed to talk to you. I think he said he’s your boyfriend,” she said.
My stomach lurched. Luke rarely ever calls my job. My lunch breaks are erratic and change whenever I’m not too busy to leave. It just so happened that all three of us found time around 1pm. I wonder what he wants.
“Hey babe,” I said, catching the call right before it stopped ringing.
“Hi. Are you feeling any better?” He asked.
“You’re so sweet. Yes I’m okay,” I said, knowing that he was referring to me vomiting this morning before work.
“Ok good. We’re going out to dinner tonight.” He said.
“Going out? What’s the occasion?”
“You’ll see. See you tonight. I love you,” he said, hanging up the phone.
I stared at the receiver for a moment, wondering what was up. We already celebrated our anniversary last night. Did he get promoted? Is the restaurant expanding? My mind was awash with possibilities before someone knocked on my office door.
“Yes?” I yelled.
“Hi Mrs. Cynthia. Do you have a moment? I could use some help on my presentation,” Maria the intern said.
“Of course, come on in,” I said, grateful that I had something to occupy my mind before 5pm.
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“Hey babe, welcome home,” Luke said, pouring him a glass of cranberry juice as I walked through the door. He never beats me home. Normally the restaurant keeps him busy until at least 7pm, and those are on good days. Everything about these past few hours were making me suspicious.
“Hello, my love,” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Dinner’s reservations are at 7. We live about a half hour away from it so you can start getting ready whenever you want,” he said, kissing my lips.
“You’re still not going to tell me anything are you?”
“Nope!” He yelled, already turning on the shower.
I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what the hell was happening. Could this be the night that I tell him about the pregnancy? The environment was fitting. A dimly lit, romantic restaurant could cushion any bad news I could give him. I subconsciously rubbed my belly, wondering if I should even consider the pregnancy to be bad news at all. Luke loves me, right? Love conquers all.
I stood up to go to the closet. Luke realized that sharing with me was futile so he took over the armoire and gave me the closet in itself. I installed a small chest of drawers for my underwear and socks, and hung up everything else. I made an effort to find better clothes, and really built myself a brand new wardrobe.
I looked through my options, weighing just how fancy this place was. He said he made reservations, so I’m going to go with top tier. I picked two dresses: one was longer with a slit up to the thigh. The straps were barely noticeable as the midnight blue velvet ruched at the hip. I only wore it once to a wine tasting Luke took me to a few months ago. We made love twice that night: once in the bathroom at the restaurant, the second time back at home.
The second dress was shorter and off the shoulder. The black material was tight and squeezed my frame into a perfect hourglass. I looked down at my breasts, realizing they were larger than the last time I wore the dress. I looked at my favorite pair of red heels in the corner, then my favorite pair of silver heels in the other.
“Go with the blue. You love that dress, and I loved ripping it off of you,” Luke said. I must have been standing there for quite some time because Luke had already come out of the shower and was styling his hair.
“Blue it is,” I said, hanging up the black dress and grabbing the silver heels.
“Oh, and babe?”
“Yeah, yeah, no panties,” I said, giggling.
“Yes, that, and also I love you,” Luke said.
My heart swelled in my chest as I went over to hug him. He gave me a quick peck before slapping my behind to coax me into the shower. I stuck my tongue out at him and walked into the bathroom. I turned the water to as hot as it could go, and stood underneath the stream, letting my hair completely soak.
Am I ready for this? Am I truly ready to tell the man of my dreams that I’m having his child? Most women wouldn’t feel this way, but I’m truly afraid. I hope he accepts us. I would want nothing more than to have his baby. I truly do love Luke.
After a few more minutes of scrubbing with spicy peppermint soap, I turned the water off and dried my skin, making note of any difference in the size of my belly. Nothing stood out to me, and I breathed a breath. I realize pregnancy changes do not happen overnight, but in a situation like mine, you can never be too careful.
I walked out with a towel still wrapped around my head and another around my body. Luke whistled as I came out, his hair finally perfected as he slapped on some aftershave.
“You look delicious. Come over here,” he said, pulling me in front of him as we stared in the mirror.
“Aren’t we perfect together? I love your curves. You’re so sexy without even trying,” Luke said, kissing my neck as he continued to stare at us.
“Baby, the feeling is mutual,” I said, rubbing against his slight hardness.
“Stop it or we won’t make it to the restaurant. Finish getting ready. All I have to do is put on my clothes,” Luke said, eyeing me. He knows I can take forever to get ready to leave.
“Fine, I’ll make it snappy,” I said, pulling out my makeup container. Luke went in the next room, turning on the television, as he got dressed. I started putting on my makeup, opting for a neutral eye and a cherry red lip. I pulled my hair out of the towel and began styling it, curling each ringlet around my finger. This was the most exhausting part of the process. Having curly hair could be a real hassle.
Once I was finished, I sprayed my naked body with perfume. I put on body lotion, loving how smooth my skin was before going into my nightstand to find a bracelet. When I reached inside, I noticed that the book was in a different position I left it in. I took out the book, my hands shaking as I frantically turned the pages. The pregnancy test was gone.
“Hey babe, you ready?” Luke said, coming back into the room.
“Yep! I surely am!” I said, shoving the book back into the nightstand and turning towards him. I hope my skin wasn’t pale.
“Great! Let’s go. We can take my car. I don’t want my beautiful girlfriend on the metro in her best dress.” He said, reaching out for my arm. I interlocked mine in his and walked out of the apartment, fear lingering in the back of my mind as I wondered, what now?
After a half hour of sitting in Luke’s Toyota, trying to act as normal as possible, we finally arrived to the restaurant. I gasped at the beauty of the restaurant. From the outside, I could see velvet rope lined from the front door. A valet was standing in front, waiting for the next car to arrive. Luke parked the car, opening the door for me before tossing the valet his keys. After watching the car safely pull off, he held my hand as we walked into the restaurant.
“Oh my God. How did you find out about this place?” I said, my eyes still agape at the magnificence of the restaurant.
The restaurant was called Lace and was decked entirely in burgundy velvet. The room restaurant was large, sporting an upstairs area and a downstairs with a full bar. Waitresses sported sharp black pantsuits while the men wore white collared shirts with black pants. I could smell the heavenly aroma of seafood in the air.
“Welcome to Lace! May I have your name?” The hostess said.
“Luke Williams,” he said.
The hostess’ eyes widened a bit at Luke, causing me to feel a little jealous at her obvious admiration. He grinned before escorting us to our table. Luke got us a spot right by a huge window overlooking the skyline. I was in heaven. The sound of violins playing from across the room accented an already perfect evening. I reached over the table to give Luke a kiss, my nerves instantly dissipating.
“Sweetheart, there’s something I need to confess to you,” Luke said, holding my hands in his.
My blood ran cold. This is it. Something is about to happen. My nerves were on edge as I tried not to squeeze Luke’s hand as a reaction. Should I stop him and tell him about the pregnancy first? No, if he wanted to leave I couldn’t change his mind by throwing the pregnancy in his face. Oh Jesus, I’m so nervous.
“Ever since we met Cyn, we always had a magnetic energy. I couldn’t keep my eyes or my hands off of you. It was almost as if you and I were meant to be together,” he said.
I nodded my head, wiping away a tear.
“I had this planned for a while now, but I didn’t know when to do it. Then, the other day, I was going through your jewelry drawer to make sure I had the sizing right and I found this,” he said, fishing out the pregnancy test from his pocket and putting it in front of us. I stared at the stick, my face flushing out of fear. Here goes nothing.
“Baby, I’m sorry I-,” I said.
“No. Don’t you dare apologize for giving me the gift of my first child. Cynthia, will you be my wife?” Luke said, dropping to his knee in the middle of the restaurant, a perfect diamond ring in a velveteen box.
Tears fell down my face as I realized I truly had nothing to fear. This was the man of my dreams asking me to take him as mine forever. I couldn’t be happier than right now in this moment.
“Yes, Luke! Yes I will marry you,” I said, kissing him as the restaurant exploded in applause.
THE END