Saving Her: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance Page 2

  “Please, come for me, Danny,” I choke out through my ragged breaths. “Come for me. Please”

  Throwing his head back, Danny cries out, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs so hard, it's almost painful. His body tenses for a moment and then with one final thrust, I feel his muscles let go. I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing within me as he fills the condom with his warm seed.

  Just feeling him throbbing inside of me was enough to push me over the edge. With Danny still inside of me, I thrash and writhe beneath him. A feeling like charges of electricity shoot through my body as my orgasm crashes down over me. I call out his name again and again as my orgasm washes through me.

  And when the maelstrom of sensation finally ebbed, I felt wrung out. Yet, incredibly satisfied. Danny steps back, a goofy grin on his face. When I climb down off the table, he pulls me into a tight embrace and gives me a chaste kiss. Turning away as if he's embarrassed, he slips the condom off his deflated cock and drops it into a trash can.

  “You are amazing,” he says. “I'll never understand how you got so good at this being out there.”

  “I read,” I said. “I read a lot.”

  My smile falters for a moment before I step closer and wrap my arms around him, savoring the feel of his warm body pressed to mine. While I do read a lot – including a lot of steamy novels – the last thing I want to tell him is the truth. And that truth is that Raymond – before I'd been set aside – had made me watch a lot of pornography with him before he had sex with me.

  It had taken some time for me to feel comfortable enough to open up to Danny sexually. For a long while, I didn't even want him touching me. And because we were friends and thought he had an idea of what I endured as Raymond's wife, he never pushed me to do anything. Eventually though, our friendship grew to be something more. Something beautiful. And when that happened, I found urges and desires I never thought I could have, blooming within me.

  The first time Danny and I made love, I cried afterward. He held me close and kept telling me that it was okay, that everything was going to be alright. And for the first time in my life, I believed that things might really be okay. After that, we made love as frequently as I could – which was unfortunately, not as often as I would have liked given the difficulty I had getting off the compound.

  We never had much time together, but we made the time we did have count.

  But I still shuddered at the memory of the things Raymond did to me. The things he made me do. They're memories I want to forget. Forever. But they are like a dark stain on my soul that will never come out no matter how hard I scrub. And while being with Danny didn't banish them entirely, it helped keep them at bay.

  At least for a little while.

  Chapter Two

  Eric

  “You sure you don't need to be down there, mixing and mingling?”

  I look at my watch and shrug. “Not just yet. Cocktails are still being served,” I say. “I've got a little time yet. Besides, shouldn't you know the schedule of events?”

  She steps over to me, a flirty little smile on her face. “Good,” she purrs. “Then let's make the most of that time.”

  We're in a hotel room overlooking downtown San Francisco. In the ballroom downstairs is a ceremony I don't particularly want to attend. But one the ceremony's organizer, Lara Weathers – the woman currently stroking my cock through my tuxedo pants – insisted I attend.

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” I say and unclip my bowtie.

  She arches her eyebrow at me. “A clip on? Really?”

  I shrug. “You ever try tying one of these things?” I ask. “It's a bitch.”

  Taking off my jacket, I drape it over the chair, careful not to wrinkle it. Same with the shirt. Laura steps forward and runs her perfectly manicured hands over my chest. Leaning forward, she runs the tip of her tongue across my skin, giving my nipples a playful little bite.

  Lifting her chin up so I can look into her eyes, I kiss her. Our tongues swirl together in her mouth, the kiss growing more urgent and passionate. Though our mouths are pressed together, I groan as she squeezes my cock nice and hard through my pants.

  I make it up to San Francisco a few times a year and always get together with Lara. Neither one of us want anything serious, so we work out well together. She's a good person, but an even better lay. She knows what I like, I know what she likes, and we provide each other with a good distraction.

  Unzipping her dress as we kiss, she steps back and slides it off, carefully placing it on the chair with my jacket and shirt. She turns back to me and I feel my cock growing even stiffer as I drink her in. Lara's long red hair sets off eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. Her skin is milky white, dotted with freckles, with full breasts capped with perky, pink nipples and is curvy in all the right places.

  Standing before me in nothing but silky black thigh high stockings and her six-inch stiletto heels, she gives me a sultry smile. She traces her fingertip down her body, circling her nipples, before sliding it down her stomach.

  I feel the fires of lust burning bright within me as I watch her slip her finger between her thighs. Her lips part and she lets out a small gasp as she slides two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. Her eyes never leaving mine, Lara moans as she plunges her fingers into her tight little opening.

  Stepping close to her, I continue to watch Lara finger herself, my cock hard and throbbing. When she takes her fingers out of her pussy, they glisten with her juices. Her smile is almost feline-esque when I grab her by wrist and slip her fingers into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.

  That vixenish smile still on her face, Lara slips down to her knees. Unzipping my pants, she pulls my cock out, her small, delicate fingers circling the base of my shaft. She gives it a good hard squeeze before sliding her hand up and down, her eyes filled with desire as she strokes my cock.

  I watch her as she runs the tip of her tongue up and down my shaft, her hand working in rhythm with her mouth. Slipping the head of my dick between her soft lips, she licks and sucks on it nice and hard. I tangle my fingers up in her hair, giving it a good, hard tug as she takes my cock all the way into her mouth.

  She bobs her head up and down, licking and sucking my cock while she cups and squeezes my balls. Lara tightens her lips around me as she grabs hold of my cock again, her hand and mouth working in tandem.

  “Jesus, Lara,” I say, my voice a little breathy.

  Her beautiful blue eyes are still locked on mine as she sucks and jerks me off and I know if I don't stop her soon, I'll blow my load in her mouth. And I'm not ready for that just yet. No, I have an itch that needs to be scratched.

  Stepping back, I fish a condom out of my pants before stepping out of them and laying them atop the rest of my tuxedo. Lara licks her lips as she looks at me.

  “Don't want to come in my mouth?” she asks.

  I slip the condom onto my rock-hard cock and step over to her without saying a word. I grab her by the hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck. I kiss her neck, and slide my tongue down to her tits to suck on those stiff, pink nipples. I bite one as I pinch the other, drawing a yelp from Lara. Turning her around, I force her down over the arm of the couch.

  I step up behind her, still clutching her hair, and give her firm, little ass a good hard smack. She yelps again and turns as much as she can, given that I'm pulling on her hair, to look at me over her shoulder. She runs the tip of her tongue around her lips, a look of hunger, but also defiance, in her eyes.

  “You're a naughty boy, aren't you?”

  I slap her ass again and she sucks in a deep breath. With one hard thrust, I sheath my whole cock inside of her. She cries out as I drive myself even deeper into her.

  “Oh fuck, Eric,” she says, her voice hoarse. “Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard.”

  As if she needs to tell me that. I slap her ass again and start to pump my hips, driving my cock into her hard and deep. She's moaning as I pound her from behind and I give her hair a good,
hard pull. Lara pushes herself back against me, taking my cock even deeper into her. She cries out, calling my name, and begs me to fuck her harder.

  Letting go of her hair, I grab her by the hips with both hands and oblige her. I drive myself into her as hard as I can, making her scream. My breathing is growing labored as I pound her from behind. I feel my balls tightening and know that I'm getting close, so I step back and pull my cock out. I sit down on the couch and turn her around again, pulling Lara down onto my lap.

  She leans back, her back pressed to my chest, and grabs my stiff prick, guiding it back to her opening. She slips the head of my cock into her and I give her a hard thrust, driving myself back into her molten pussy. Lara moans as she starts to rise and fall, sliding herself up and down on my cock. She leans forward, putting her hands on my thighs to brace herself and begins to move up and down, harder and faster.

  I hold her by the hips, helping to guide her as she rides my cock. I watch her sweet tight ass bouncing up and down on me as she fucks me. Lara leans back against me again, slowing her pace, her breathing becoming ragged.

  “I almost forgot how much I like fucking you,” she gasps.

  “You're not done yet,” I say.

  “No, I'm not.”

  Climbing off of me, she turns around to face me. Thrusting her breasts in my face, she grabs my head and pulls it forward. Kneading her tits with my hands, I lick and suck on her stiff nipples, giving her a good hard bite that draws a gasp from her. I look up at her and swat her ass again, harder this time. She squeals and bites her bottom lip as she looks me in the eye.

  “Fuck me, Lara,” I said. “Get on my lap and ride me. Now.”

  She grabs hold of my shaft and obediently lowers herself down onto me. The head of my cock parts her wet, swollen lips and she wraps her arms around the back of my neck as she lowers herself down, taking me into her until I fill her up completely.

  Lara kisses me, our tongues swirling together, as she starts to grind her hips. She moves herself up and down on my cock, throws her head back and cries out. She writhes on top of me, her movements frantic, her eyes locked on mine.

  “I'm going to come, baby,” she says. “Please tell me I can come. Please, baby.”

  I smack her ass and pull her down onto my cock hard. “You can come.”

  As if her body reacts on command, Lara shudders and digs her nails into my shoulders. She calls my name as she begins to spasm on top of me. Her body is trembling and she leans forward, biting my shoulder as her orgasm powers through her.

  Eventually, it subsides and Lara is left looking at me, her face flushed, her body still trembling slightly. She climbs off my lap and grabs hold of my cock. Slipping the condom off of me, she tosses it to the side before getting back down onto her knees. Taking my cock in her hand, she starts to stroke it as she looks me in the eye again.

  “I want to taste you,” she purrs.

  Lowering her head but not breaking eye contact, Lara goes back to work with her mouth and hand, sucking and jerking me off. I watch her as she works, incredibly turned on by the sight of it. She squeezes my prick as she tightens her lips around it, her movements hard and fast. I moan and feel the pressure building low within me.

  I lean my head back onto the back of the couch and groan as Lara brings me to edge – and then pushes me over it. My cock pulses and a shudder rolls through my body as I blow my load into her mouth. Lara never breaks eye contact as I fill her mouth with my seed. She simply takes it all in and swallows it down.

  It takes a few moments, but my pulse settles back down and my breathing returns to normal. Lara gets up and sits down on the couch next to me, laying her head on my shoulder.

  “I sometimes forget,” I say and chuckle, “you give the best blowjob on the West Coast.”

  “I keep telling you to come to San Francisco more often.”

  I laugh and kiss the top of her head.

  “We should probably get downstairs,” she says.

  I sigh. “If we must.”

  Chapter Three

  “Dr. Galloway,” Lara says, stepping over to me, a glass of champagne in hand.

  “Ms. Weathers,” I reply. “Nice to see you again.”

  “Always nice to see the man of the hour,” she says.

  “Hardly,” I reply. “Just somebody trying to do something good.”

  “And you're doing a lot of good,” she says. “Believe me.”

  A string quartet plays on the stage, its music beautiful – although, somewhat boring. But it's the kind of music people seem to expect at gatherings of wealthy people. Personally, although I enjoy classical music, I'm more of a classic rock guy. Unfortunately, I don't see the string quartet breaking into some Pink Floyd or Credence Clearwater Revival anytime soon.

  I thought – hoped, really – that after my little session with Lara upstairs, we'd be able to come down, get the ceremony over with and be done for the night. But apparently, cocktail hour stretched into cocktail couple of hours as people decided to mix and mingle a while longer.

  Lara walks up to where I've been standing with a couple of guys I knew – sort of. I know that like me, they are vets. And also like me, they're doctors. I've seen them at a few medical conferences before, but it'd be a huge stretch to call them friends. Mostly, when I see them, we just talked about football or whatever sport happened to be in season at the time.

  “Gentleman,” Lara says to the other two men. “Would you mind if I borrowed Dr. Galloway for a moment?”

  Without waiting for a reply, Lara guides me away from them, grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and hands it to me. We step out onto the balcony and into the chilly San Francisco night air. Lara shivers – not surprising, given that she's wearing a slinky, black spaghetti strap dress. Taking off my coat, I wrap it around her shoulders. She pulls it close and gives me a smile.

  “Thank you,” she says. “Always a gentleman.”

  I shrug. “I do my best.”

  We stand at the railing and look out at the San Francisco Bay. A few others are standing out on the balcony, drinking and smoking as they chat, but nobody seems to be paying much attention to us. Lara and I try to keep our – relationship – to ourselves. From a professional standpoint, it just makes sense. She's the head of fundraising for a national veterans organization known as The Walking Wounded.

  And the last thing she – or I – need is for anybody to get the idea that she's fucking me just to get me to cut a check.

  The truth is, I would donate to the organization regardless of whether or not Lara and I were screwing. As a veteran – and a doctor – I believed in their mission and am willing to donate my time and money to ensure that it continues helping the people it serves.

  I'm not ashamed to admit that I come from a very wealthy family and grew up privileged. But growing up in the shadow of my family's name wasn't easy. I know, poor little rich boy, right? I wanted to make my own name, so I went to medical school. But after graduating, rather than going the usual route, I enlisted in the Army.

  I served in Afghanistan as a field medic for the first year and spent the rest of my enlistment patching up the wounded at the Landstuhl Medical Center in Germany. What I saw at Landstuhl was bad. But it didn't even compare with what I saw in my year in the actual shit. Not even close. I saw things as a field medic I wish I could un-see. Things I knew were going to haunt me until my dying day.

  But through it all, I saw the valor and bravery of the soldiers over there. I saw them give their lives to save another more times than I could count. Hell, I'd had somebody save my ass on more than a few occasions. And because of that bravery – and the fact that I probably wouldn't be standing on that balcony right now – I feel like I have a debt to those veterans. One I can't possibly hope to ever repay.

  So, no. I don't donate my time and money to the charity because I'm sleeping with Lara. I donate because I have the means and because it's the right thing to do. God knows, how terribly the VA system in this count
ry fails our veterans – I'm just glad organizations like this exist to they can get the help they need. Help they deserve.

  “Why are you so resistant to being recognized for all you do?” Lara asks me. “You're doing great works that help a lot of people, Eric.”

  I shrug. “Because I don't do it for the recognition. You know that.”

  “I know you don't,” she replies. “By the same token though, you shouldn't be afraid to look out into that audience and know that you helped a lot of people – and feel good about it. Eric, this organization might have folded a long time ago without your help. Both the time you put in, the pro-bono surgeries – and yeah, the checks you cut. It all helps more than you even know. More people than you can imagine. You should be proud of that.”

  “Not saying I'm not, Lara,” I reply. “I just don't feel like I need to get all dressed up to make a little speech, accept some little wooden plaque, do a little song and dance, and let everybody tell me how great I am. I'm not into the ego stroking and you know that too. It's never been my scene.”

  “It's actually a glass and silver statuette,” she says, a small smile playing across her lips. “It's really quite lovely.”

  I chuckle and take a sip of my champagne. “All I’m saying is that I don't need the affection or adulation to do what I do.”

  “I know you don't,” she replies. “Think of it as PR for our organization though. Maybe you don't need the ego stroking and adulation, but there are some people who want it more than life itself. Maybe seeing you standing up there accepting all that praise will inspire somebody else to dig a little deeper in the hopes that it'll be them up on that podium next year. Which would make it a big win for the organization.”

  I nod and take another sip of champagne, looking out at the lights on the Golden Gate Bridge set against the darkened sky of the San Francisco Bay. San Diego is my home and I love it there, but I've always had an affinity for the Bay Area. There's just something about it – a vibrancy and energy that's hard to beat.