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  “Hi, Mr. Parsons,” I say. “I was just coming over to see if you needed any help around the house.”

  Chloe gives me a look that clearly says, “I know what you’re up to, and my dad’s not going to buy your bullshit either.”

  Chloe’s dad just grunts and heads back into the kitchen, beckoning me to follow him.

  “How you feeling, today?” I say, trying to make conversation as he stands in the kitchen silently, staring at me. He’s got a way of unnerving me, as if he knows exactly why I’m here.

  He just grunts. “Pipe is clogged in here,” he says. “You think you can get it working again?”

  “No problem at all,” I say, figuring I can just pour some scum-dissolving liquid down there and that’ll be the end of it.

  He grunts again and retreats into the TV room.

  Two hours later, I’m sitting in a tangle of greasy wrenches and piping that I don’t have any idea how I can fit it back together again.

  Chloe flitters in and out of the kitchen, having changed into less revealing, but equally sexy clothing. She brings me glasses of water from the other sink and gives me apologetic looks, finally saying, “You never should have agreed to help. This is the sink that’s already confounded five professional plumbers. No one knows what’s wrong with it.”

  “Well I’m going to figure it out,” I say, aware of my own idiotic stubbornness. But stubbornness is what got me ahead in football. Stubbornness can do a lot for you, if you let it work for you.

  “Come here,” she says, pulling me towards her.

  She was so shy last night that this surprises me. I feel her body against mine, hot and soft.

  I kiss her, our mouths connecting. It feels fantastic.

  “Why don’t we get out of here?” she says. “Let’s go to the park.”

  I laugh. “You really want me, don’t you?” I say. I can’t help it. This is just the way I talk to women. They usually love it.

  She blushes deeply in her beautiful face. “OK,” she says.

  But we both look around the kitchen, with the greasy pipes spread out on crumpled newspapers.

  “I guess I should at least put this back the way it was,” I say.

  Another half an hour goes by, and then another, and pretty soon it’s almost dark again. The sun is fading in the sky, but inexplicably I’ve somehow figured out how to get the pipes working again. They must have had some horrible plumbers in here, I think to myself.

  Mr. Parsons grunts when I tell him the good news. Chloe is feeding him his medicine by the spoonful, some kind of thick, nasty smelling syrup.

  “We were going to head out for a while, is that OK, Dad?” says Chloe.

  “You don’t have work?” he grunts.

  “I have the week off for Thanksgiving, remember?”

  “Where do you work?” I say. I didn’t know she was working.

  “At the movie theater,” she says, shyly, as if she’s embarrassed.

  “Hope you get to at least see a lot of free movies,” I say, and Mr. Parsons gives me a disapproving look before turning back to the TV.

  He doesn’t look good. His eyes are sunken and there are huge bags under his eyes. His hair is greasy, and his clothes are worn. I’m not sure if it’s because of poverty or his diminished energy levels from the disease.

  “What does your dad have, again?” I say, as we head out the door to Chloe’s old car.

  “Kidney cancer,” says Chloe.

  “That’s treatable, right?” I say.

  “Yeah,” says Chloe, cranking the engine. For a moment, it doesn’t sound like it’s going to turn over, but it finally does. I know her dad hasn’t been working for the last two years, and that it’s been very hard on them financially. No doubt, they don’t have any money for a new car.

  “So that’s good, right? He’s going to get better, then?”

  “He’s already missing one kidney,” says Chloe. “He donated it to my mom when she was sick. So the doctors say he doesn’t have much of a chance. In fact, they don’t give him any odds at all.”

  “Oh,” I say, realizing it’s a dumb thing to say. I just don’t know what to say.

  The atmosphere in the car feels heavy, depressed, and sad.

  “Let’s drive around for a little,” says Chloe.

  Despite the news she just told me, I can’t help but staring at her, admiring every aspect of her. I look at the slope of her breasts, sure, but also the way her face turns, the way the autumn light glints off it.

  “You’re really beautiful,” I say.

  She doesn’t say anything, and for a moment, I’m worried. This is unlike me, I think to myself. There must be something different about her. With other girls, I don’t worry about what they think about me, whether or not they like me. I just know they like me.

  But with Chloe… something feels more important, something feels different.

  Did I offend her by telling her she’s beautiful right after she told me her dad is dying?

  Chloe pulls the car over to the side of the road. There are some oak trees that line this road that still have their dead leaves, but they look beautiful with the way the sun hits them. Not nearly as beautiful as Chloe herself now.

  But her silence worries me. Is she going to tell me to get out of the car?

  I don’t know how to read her. She’s so ephemeral, so… mysterious in a way that I’ve never encountered before.

  Chloe turns off the engine and now she turns to me.

  To my surprise, she leans in and starts kissing me, full on make out level.

  I kiss her back, of course. Her hands are all over me, feeling my big muscles. I’ve got my hands up her shirt, caressing her breasts over the top of her bra. A second later, I’ve got the bra unbuckled—I’m quite practiced in this, to say the least.

  Normally, I’d take it slow, but she’s going strong already.

  Her hand brushes up against my crotch, coming into brief contact with my cock that’s rock hard and erect. It doesn’t matter that I masturbated this morning, jerking off to her. Just the sight of her gets me so hard I think my cock might burst through my jeans.

  This is such a change from how shy she was last night.

  But, yup, she’s still Chloe, hot and sexy Chloe, the new Chloe with curves all over that drive me insane.

  “Let me see it,” she says, breathless, her breasts rising and falling.

  “What?” I say, a twinkle undoubtedly in my eyes.

  “Your cock,” she says, barely able to contain her excitement.

  “Here?” I say, looking around the dessert street. But it’s still a residential street. There aren’t a lot of houses, but there are some.

  “I’ve got the famous womanizing linebacker worried?” she says, giggling. “Aren’t you supposed to be fearless?”

  “You’re supposed to be the shy one,” I mutter.

  She’s reaching towards my cock and my belt buckle falls away with a minor clattering sound. She’s unzipping my jeans and my cock jumps out, hard as a rock.

  She stares at it for a moment, wide eyes.

  “It’s beautiful,” she says, breathless.

  I’ve forgotten all about where we are, that we’re out on the street in her car. I’ve forgotten all her family problems, and I’ve forgotten that I’m headed back to college in a couple days, while she has to stay here rotting in this town, working at the movie theater, some dead end job, taking care of her dying dad. What does her future hold for her?

  All I can concentrate on now is how hot she is, how hot her reaction to my cock is.

  Her hands are on my cock, her fingers wrapping around it, and it feels just too good.

  She unbuckles herself, the belt falling away from her, letting her breasts free.

  As she leans over me, her breasts push up against my knees, and she takes my thick cock in her beautiful mouth. She tightens her lips around me, and I gasp despite myself.

  Chloe

  His cock is so hard, so thick, so long. It c
ompletely fills my mouth. It has a salty, delicious taste. I never thought I’d like the taste of cock. I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never had a cock in my mouth. Never before have I actually wanted it. But now I have this overwhelming desire in my body that just drives me towards his cock like a magnet, like nothing else in the world, like some incredible universal force.

  “Oh yeah, Chloe,” grunts Dan. “You’re so hot, Chloe.”

  I don’t know what happened to me, but today the shyness faded away from me, replaced only with lust, with serious desire for Dan and his hard muscular body and his thick cock.

  My hand is around the base of his cock, and the rest is in my mouth. I’m bobbing my head up and down, my hair falling around him. My other hand is resting on his naked thigh, feeling his strong sinewy muscles there, so massive and so hot.

  “Shit,” says Dan suddenly, sounding worried. “Chloe, Chloe.” He taps me on the shoulder and I reluctantly pull my head off his cock.

  With a furiously fast motion, Dan is zipping up his pants, stowing his massive cock away with some difficulty, since it’s still rock hard.

  “What is it?” I say, scanning the road through the windows.

  Then I see it. It’s a car driving slowly towards us.

  “Shit,” I say, suddenly my shyness and worry coming back to me.

  “It’s OK,” says Dan, in a soothing voice. “It’s not the cops, and anyway they all like me, I think.”

  The car gets closer and closer, driving slower and slower, but I still can’t see who the driver is and whether or not they’re looking at us.

  “Shit,” says Dan, suddenly. “I recognize that car. It’s Mr. Bach.”

  Oh shit, I think to myself. Mr. Bach was the strictest teacher at our high school.

  “He always hated me,” says Dan.

  The car is an ancient wood-paneled station wagon. It stops right at my car, the driver’s window rolling down.

  Mr. Bach’s ancient mean head, with his pepper grey hair, sticks out of his windows.

  “Don’t think I’m an idiot,” he says. I remember in high school he was always saying that. “Don’t think I don’t know what you two are up to.”

  “Hi, Jim,” says Dan, jovially.

  “It’s still Mr. Bach, to you, Dan,” says Mr. Bach. “Even if you have graduated from high school. Although I don’t know how you got out. What are you doing? Working in a car wash?”

  “Scholarship to college,” says Dan, brightly and defiantly.

  “You better get going,” says Mr. Bach. “I’m calling the cops now, and don’t think that they’re all your fans, Dan. Jimmy Gecker is an officer now, and he was one of my favorite students.”

  “How’s old Jimmy doing?” says Dan, still smiling defiantly.

  I groan inwardly. Jimmy Gecker was the biggest suck up ever, and he always loved getting everyone he could into trouble, no matter how minor the offense.

  “I’d be driving along, if I were you, Ms. Parsons,” says Mr. Bach. Ugh, I can’t believe he remembers me. “And if I were you, I wouldn’t be hanging around with a low life like Dan. You were a good student, Ms. Parsons. Always quiet and obedient.”

  He rolls his window up and I start the car again.

  Dan gives me a grin.

  “That wasn’t too bad,” he says.

  But Mr. Bach and his old station wagon doesn’t leave it with that. Instead, he makes a U-turn and follows us all through the streets, no matter what route I take.

  “Looks like he’s determined not to let us have any fun,” says Dan.

  “I should be getting back to my dad, anyway,” I say, checking the car’s clock. “I need to give him his medicine.”

  “Come on,” says Dan. “Let’s go somewhere. I’m sure we can lose this creep. You just might have to drive a little faster, that’s all. Can’t he take his medicine himself?”

  I shake my head. “Sorry,” I say. “I’ve got to be there. I have to write it in the log and everything and he never does it on his own. I think he just wants to die.”

  That puts a damper on the whole amorous mood of the car, for sure.

  We drive silently through the streets.

  “I still want to see you again,” says Dan, as I pull up to his house.

  “I want to see you again, too,” I say.

  I notice that his cock is still rock hard in his jeans, creating an unmistakably huge bulge.

  “It seems like we keep getting interrupted,” says Dan, flashing me his famous smile, with all his teeth shining like the moon, but a sexy moon.

  I know I’m not making sense to myself in my head, but his sexiness, his masculinity completely overwhelm me.

  I feel my heart leaping out towards him, but there’s already a sadness here inside me.

  After all, it seems like I can’t get away from sadness. First my mom died, and now my dad is certainly going to die.

  This is fun, messing around with Dan like this, in the car. It hasn’t been since prom, when I was 18, that I did anything with a guy. It gives me an escape from my dreary life. After all, I work a dead end job, I’m not in college, and I’m caring for my grumpy, dying dad. I understand why he’s grumpy. He doesn’t have anything to look forward to.

  Dan is my thing to look forward to, my thing to long for and dream of.

  And he awakens parts of my body I didn’t even know I had.

  But he’s headed back to college, hours away from me. He’s headed back to college, where he’s undoubtedly the king of the school, just like he was in high school.

  If I were in college, too, would he even look at me? Would he even be interested in me?

  How long can anything with him last, since we’re going to be hours apart, with such different lives?

  I’ve followed his career ever since he left for college. It’s true, I’ve always had a crush on him. Every major sports paper says he’s bound for the pros.

  What does that mean will become of us? He’s not going to take me with him on his crazy celebrity lifestyle in the pros, the one he’s bound to have, the one he’s headed for.

  But why do I have to think so far into the future? We aren’t even an “us” yet, and I don’t know if that’s even going to happen.

  “You still there, Chloe?” says Dan, laughing.

  “Oh,” I say, as he startles me out of my cascading daydream thoughts. “Yeah.”

  “Anyway,” says Dan. “If Glecker is a cop, we can’t rely on the cops giving us a free pass. And we keep getting interrupted. Why don’t we get a hotel? We’ll each sneak out at midnight, when everyone else is asleep.”

  “A hotel?” I say.

  I mean, I was just grabbing his cock, and I was just sucking on his cock. But a hotel means… we’re definitely going all the way.

  As soon as I think of this, my body responds. I can already almost imagine what it will feel like to have his hard cock deep inside me.

  “I’d love to,” I say, just as Dan’s parents appear at the door.

  His mom comes over to the car, peering at me over her reading glasses.

  “He’s not giving you a hard time, is he?” she says.

  I shake my head and blush. “He’s been very gentlemanly.”

  She scoffs. “I don’t believe it for a second,” she says, peering disapprovingly at her son.

  “Tomorrow night,” mouths Dan at me as he disappears into the house.

  I head back to my dad’s, and give him his medicine and make all the marks I need to on all his charts.

  I frown as I look over the latest report by the doctor. My dad’s not doing well, and everything’s getting worse. In particular, his one remaining kidney is beginning to shut down. The doctor cautions in his written report that my dad might not have much time left at all.

  He’s going to die. I’m going to lose him. I don’t know what I’ll do.

  Tears start falling down my cheek as I put away the dropper for one of my dad’s medicines, making sure to screw the top all the way back on.

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p; “What’s the matter, Chloe?” says my dad, the gruffness momentarily gone from his voice.

  “It’s nothing, Dad,” I say.

  “Come on, Chloe,” he says. “You’re worried about me?”

  “Yeah,” I say, sitting down next to him on the battered couch.

  My dad switches off the TV.

  “I’m sorry to watch so much of this garbage,” he says. “I just… I’m scared to, Chloe. I don’t want to face the end. I just want distraction.”

  “Dad…” I say. “That’s horrible…”

  My dad shrugs. “We all deal with death differently,” he says. “I’ve never been a very spiritual person. It is what it is. But, Chloe, and you’ve got to listen to me. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you. I don’t want you to live your life running away from things. If you want something, you’ve got to get it. Just go out and get it. Take life by the balls, if you’ll excuse the expression.”

  But his expression makes me laugh, the laughter driving the tears away from my eyes.

  My cell phone rings at me.

  “It can wait,” I say.

  “Get it,” says my dad. “Maybe it’s your new boyfriend.”

  I give him a surprised look. How did he know I’m interested in Dan? My dad can be more perceptive than he seems, especially when he’s all grumpy and grumbling at everything.

  My dad just winks at me.

  “Go on,” he says. “Answer it.” He’s smiling at me. His face seems absent of any fear. For this moment, it seems that he doesn’t fear death.

  I answer the phone without looking at it, sure that it’s Dan. My heart almost skips a beat when I think of Dan calling me. I can’t wait to talk to him, and greedily swipe my finger across the screen, answering it.

  “Chloe? Is that you? Listen, it’s Tami. We’ve got a situation here.”

  Tami, I think to myself, damnit. That’s about the furthest I could get from Dan. I groan inwardly, already knowing that she’s going to ask me to come in tomorrow, or even tonight if I’m really unlucky.

  “Tim and John both called out,” she says. “I’m in a bind here, Chloe. Marge quit today without any notice. I need you to come in tomorrow. I’m covering tonight, but please, I need you to work all tomorrow.”