Duty: A Secret Baby Romance (15 page)

I
'm just finishing
up lubricating my pedals when Lindsey's RAV4 pulls into my driveway and I see her wave. There's a surge of motion in the back seat, Lance, obviously, even if I can't see him clearly because of the tinting. I can see a bike on the back of the vehicle, and while it's not the standard 'Mom with Kid Special' that I've seen some parents riding around with, it's certainly a step down from her custom-fitted Specialized she used to roll on.

“Hey, guys!” I call out. I haven't had a good ride in a few weeks, and this is going to be fun. “You're a bit early.”

“Hi, Aaron!” Lance calls as Lindsey sets him down, running around the front of her vehicle and rushing over. He stops, and I can see that he wants a hug, but he isn't sure if it’s okay.

“Come here, buddy,” I reassure him, holding my arms open. He laughs and jumps in my arms, knocking me on my ass and making me laugh, and we roll around in the grass.

I see a flash of red in the corner of my eye, and I turn my head. I'm stunned, left breathless seeing Lindsey standing there. She's not dressed for hard biking, that's for sure. Instead, she's wearing a pretty red smock-like top that is kind of tight around her shoulders and breasts before flowing out like a dress to about her mid-thigh, too short to be a real skirt but still mostly covering the shorts she has on underneath. I can just barely see the white hem of her shorts.

“Hey, Aaron,” Lindsey greets me, tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear. She's letting it flow today, and while she's not wearing any makeup, she’s never needed it. Her lips are looking moist and inviting, even more than I remember.

Fuck, I'm popping wood, and I haven't even said anything. I stay down on the ground, pulling my knees up to allow my cock to stay hidden inside my shorts, and instead, I smile. “How was your morning?”

“Good,” Lindsey says, squatting down and taking a seat next to me on the grass.

Her presence is like a burning heat near my body. “So what ever happened to your old Honda?”

“I got rid of it when Lance was two,” Lindsey says, looking over at her SUV. “I got tired of fighting his car seat in and out of the back, and when he got big enough that he needed to sit up and have a real seat, I just said I’d had enough. So, I traded it in. I didn't get much for it, as you can guess, and I picked that up.”

“And the bike? Don't tell me you totally got rid of that Specialized that you used to ride.”

Lindsey nods sadly, then shrugs. “When I got to Lewis and realized what was going on, I knew it was going to be a long time before I got a chance to ride like that bike deserved again, so I sold it to a reservist who was into bikes. When she offered me six hundred for it, I jumped at it. What about you?”

I'm in control of myself now, at least enough that I'm able to get up without embarrassing myself, and I brush off my shorts, offering Lindsey a hand to get up. When our fingers touch, it feels like old times, and I can see it in her eyes too, but we don't say anything about it. “Take a look. It’s a lot like your old one.”

Lindsey squats down, and I have to stop myself from staring at her legs. They’re luscious, and I want nothing more than to run my hands up them like I used to. My cock gives a warning twinge, and I remind myself that no matter what, I'm going to have to ride where I can't see her ass. Now is definitely not the time for this to be happening. “Looks good. And it looks like it’s helped keep you in tip-top shape.”

The look in Lindsey's eyes does nothing to calm the growing hunger inside me as she gives me a little half-smile. She opens her mouth to say something when Lance speaks up. “Come on, let's ride!”

* * *

“
S
o Lance
, what’d your Mommy bring for dinner?” I ask as we put up our bikes. “What, is it a surprise?”

He grins and nods. I give Lindsey a glance, and she just gives me a smile. “You two just relax and let me handle the food,” she says.

“Okay. But if you need help, just ask. My kitchen, well, you know where most everything important is.”

Lindsey holds something wrapped in a towel that looks somewhat heavy, and we go inside, where Lance already has his book out for me. We sit on my couch, and I tell him the age-old story of the engine that could while Lindsey puts together plates of whatever, bringing out three bowls of what I take at first to be lasagna. “Didn't know you knew Italian food.”

“Oh, my grandmother would beat you for that!” Lindsey says with a laugh. “It’s Greek.”

“Good to know. What is this, then?”

“Moussaka,” Lindsey says. “Looks a lot like lasagna, but it’s a little different. Enjoy.”

We dig in, and it's delicious, rich, and just a little spicy, but lighter than a lasagna. Lance keeps grinning as he eats, and as soon as his bowl is finished, he doesn’t waste any time. “Can I watch TV now?”

“Sure, buddy, but only if Mommy says you can. Want to use my green blanket to lie on?”

Lance nods and waits while I fold it into thirds and lay it on the floor for him to use as a cushion. Within fifteen minutes, his head is drooping, and just as my kitchen clock beeps eight o'clock, he's snoring on my green girl, his head nestled in his arms. “Is he going to be okay?”

Lindsey nods, smiling wistfully at her son. “He's fine. He loves sleeping on his stomach, and if he doesn't need to pee, he'll be good like that all night.”

“Good,” I say softly. “He's had a busy day. Let him sleep.”

Lindsey nods and turns to me, laying an arm over the couch so that we're nearly touching hands. “Every day you've spent with him has been amazing.”

I nod and reach out, closing the distance between our hands and touching her fingers. She doesn't pull away, but she smiles instead. “This was the best Saturday I've had in years.”

“Me too,” she says. “Aaron, last time . . . well, never mind. I've been thinking, and I'm not saying we can do this right away, but I've been thinking about telling Lance about his father.”

I nod but don't smile. “So you want Lance to know . . . what, that I'm his father? That we used to see each other?”

Lindsey nods, but I see the indecision in her eyes. “Aaron, what else can I tell Lance? That you and I—”

I lean forward, cutting off her words. My lips crash against hers, and she doesn't resist at all. In that moment, I know for certain that rules be damned, I have to have her in my life. She's too important to me. My lips find her neck, pulling her close, her body against mine the way I've dreamed for too long, for so many lonely nights. When I reach her ear, I kiss her earlobe like I used to, and she moans lightly in my ear. “I’ve had too many empty, sleepless nights. I've missed you. I don't care about rank. I don't care about the rules anymore. I want to be more than just Lance's father.”

A
aron's looking
into my eyes, and I'm still breathless from the kiss we just shared. My heart's racing, and more than anything, my body is crying out. His kiss was water in the desert, and when he looks at me, I know exactly what to do.

I stand up, leading Aaron toward the back of his house. We reach his bedroom, and I close the door behind us, turning to him and putting my arms around his neck. “Four years . . .”

He nods, kissing me again, and the years evaporate in the heat of his hands on my body and the feel of his lips on mine again. We stand there, kissing and reacquainting ourselves with our bodies, for what feels like an hour, just moving slowly and dancing to invisible music that only we can hear. His hands run up and down my back, and when he lifts the hem of my smock, I'm more than ready for it, lifting my arms above my head and letting him pull it off. He looks stunned, seeing me in just my bra and shorts, and I feel the spinning in my mind settle just a little, the warmth still in my belly. I still want him, I still need this, but I don't need to lose my mind over it . . . yet.

“Like what you see?” I tease, lifting my breasts. “Little bigger than last time. Everything is, actually.”

“Everything is perfect,” Aaron replies, pulling his shirt up. He drops it to the floor, and it's my turn to go dry mouthed as he stands in front of me in just his shorts. He's not as lithe as he was before, and all of that extra weight has gone into muscle on his upper body, along with something that he didn't have four years ago. I reach up and trace the design on his chest across all the ripples in muscle. Another time, I’d love to trace it with my tongue, but not right now. I need something else.

I literally leap into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I expect that he's going to take me to the bed, but instead, he pushes me against the wall, effortlessly pinning me there while we kiss and grind against each other. His cock is straining at his shorts, rubbing between my legs and sending tingles from my clit throughout my body.

It's been so long, even since I touched myself, that my body's overwhelmed in what feels like seconds. Suddenly, with no warning at all, I'm on the edge of coming, my hands digging into Aaron's back as I gasp and moan, my eyes fluttering closed, it feels so good. “Aaron . . .”

“I have you,” Aaron whispers, letting me ride out the sensations. I can't believe it, coming so quickly when I haven't even gotten his shorts off, sandwiched between him and the wall, but I've needed this for years. When I come down, I'm gasping and laughing at the same time, and he looks at me with concern. “You okay?”

“No,” I playfully answer, smiling. “I'm not going to be okay until you give me what I’ve been longing for.”

He turns and carries me to the bed, laying me down carefully, not because he's afraid of breaking me, but because his bed's too narrow to just fling ourselves on it. We start kissing again, and I can feel the tension in his body as he pushes his shorts down and off while I fumble with the snap on my own, wishing I'd worn something more athletic. Finally, with a chuckle, I shake my head, pushing him off. “You're going to have to get a bigger bed.”

“Yeah, well . . . next time?” he says hopefully, and I nod, sliding off the bed and taking off my bra and shorts. He lays on his back, his cock bobbing in the air, and I smile, looking down at it. “Yeah, it's been a long time. If I last five minutes, I'm going to be surprised.”

“There’s always round two,” I tease him, running my hands over his chest and sliding onto the bed, looking at him while I take his cock in my hand.

I lean down, licking the tip of his cock, and he gasps a sigh of pleasure. I swallow him slowly, remembering the feeling.

I taste Aaron's precum, and I lick it up happily, smiling as I take him out of my mouth. “I changed my mind. I want you inside me.”

I know I should’ve learned my lesson. I should be insisting on a condom right now. While I know Aaron’s a great man and I don’t regret having his child for a second, the last thing we need right now is for me to end up pregnant again. But I’m too caught up in my desire to think straight. I’ve dreamed about this moment for years.

Climbing up Aaron's body, I take his cock and position it at the entrance to my pussy, quivering with want and need. I sink down, my pussy stretching, but I don't stop, needing him all the way inside me. There's an instant of pain right at the end, but then I feel my thighs touch his, and I let my eyes open. I slide slowly at first, letting his cock ease in and out in wonderful gentle waves, both of us relaxing in the connection, the feeling of our rift healing.

Why did I fight this? Why did I let something as stupid as the Army get between us, between this? I don't know, but it doesn't matter anymore. Leaning down, I devour his mouth, both of us humming as his cock slides in and out while I lift my hips slowly. I caress his lips with my tongue and smile. “Good?”

“Perfect,” Aaron whispers, reaching down and cupping my ass. “You always have been.”

“Mmm, you keep your hands there, and I'm going to be coming again soon,” I hum, sighing in pleasure as he starts kneading me. “You always have liked my ass.”

“You have no idea,” Aaron tells me, and I giggle when he holds me tight, turning me carefully on the bed so that I'm underneath him, his cock still buried deep inside me. He pulls back and thrusts, both of us groaning into each other's mouth while we taste each other, our tongues slipping over each other.

Aaron sits back, lifting my hips slightly as he starts thrusting, his cock rubbing over my g-spot with every stroke, and I'm lost in the waves of warm heat that fill me.

Aaron's cock is wonderful, and when he reaches up to massage my breasts, my pussy floods with more wetness, the warmth in my belly turning into a raging fire. I wrap my legs around Aaron and pull him in tighter on top of me, his mouth finding my neck again and sucking hard as he starts thrusting faster, pounding into me.

Our bodies move as one, his thrusts faster and harder just when I need them. Suddenly, thunder rumbles outside, and both of us pause for just a moment before turning and looking each other in the eyes. The storm is just the world trying to copy the power of the need inside us, pushing us on at the same time. With renewed passion and power, Aaron thrusts again and again, the thunder outside rumbling almost in time with his thrusts.

Lighting cracks the sky nearby, and it's a pistol shot, turning both of us frantic with need and want. His cock hammers me as I kiss and suck on his neck and shoulder, feeling him swell inside me. I'm on the edge, and when a tremendous bolt tears open the sky above our heads, so close that the entire bedroom is outlined in electric purplish white, I'm coming, gasping and crying out as Aaron groans deeply and fills me, his come hot and completing, making me his again. Forever.

When we can breathe again, I listen carefully to see if Lance woke up, but the house is silent, so silent that I'm worried. “I don't hear anything.”

“Power's out,” Aaron hums, holding me close. “Should we go check on Lance?”

“Let's get dressed, but . . . but can we just stay the night?” I whisper. “Is there room for me on the couch?”

“Always. But for Lance's sake, as much as I regret it, we may have to sleep alone,” Arron says, easing out of me. We both sigh, then laugh lightly as we seem to be in perfect synch. “Come on, let me get you your things.”

Aaron's a barely visible god as he gathers my things in the light that's filtering through the window, and I'm reminded of the nights under the moonlight at West Point. Aaron brings me my things, and I make a quick visit to the bathroom to wash.

We walk back to the living room hand-in-hand, and when we reach the living room, Aaron lets go to go to the kitchen, where he comes back a moment later with a lantern flashlight. “First time the power went out here. All I have is my TA-50 flashlight,” he says, setting the little lamp down. “So I bought this. Not much, but it only needs a single triple A to run. How's Lance?”

“Out like the power.” I chuckle, going over to Aaron and wrapping my arms around him.

We sit down on the couch, and I snuggle against his chest. I can just hear his heartbeat in my right ear, and I'm comforted, safe and happy when he wraps his arms around me. “Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”

“What?” Aaron says, both of us keeping our voices low. It's not that we're worried about waking Lance. He's sleeping through a thunderstorm, after all, but just that there's no need to raise our voices. Not right now.

“The whole time, were you really celibate?”

Aaron chuckles and nods. “Yes. A few times I tried, especially when I was at the Academy, but every time I got to that big tipping point, I couldn’t.”

“And how did you take care of that physical need?” I ask shyly. “My best friend sent me a vibrator that I got very familiar with.”

“No vibrator here,” Aaron teases, then chuckles. “Let's just say I spent extra time in the shower.”

“Hmm, a shower . . . we never did try that,” I purr. “We should try that next time. And . . .”

“And what?”

“Next time,” I reply, knowing that while I'm not ashamed, there are other things to talk about. “So I guess this means . . .”

“Seems so,” Aaron says, kissing my neck and making me shiver. “Are you worried?”

“A bit,” I admit. “We may be Lindsey and Aaron, but there's a whole base that thinks otherwise.”

“We did it before, when I was under a lot bigger microscope,” Aaron reassures me. “At least now, we can leave post. I don't know how we'll handle it with Lance, but . . . to be honest, I don't care.”

“It could cost you your career. Mine too,” I whisper, and Aaron shrugs.

“Any Army that won't let me have you in my arms, let me have Lance as my son, is not an Army I want to serve in,” Aaron says with deep intensity. “We'll figure it out.”

“So you do understand that I'm not a single woman anymore,” I hum happily. “I'm a package deal, you know.”

“Which is exactly what I want,” Aaron says, turning my head and kissing me softly. “I want you, and I’m going to be his father. I know I missed a lot of time, but I’m over it. It’s time to look to the future.”

* * *

M
onday afternoon
, and I'm thinking about the weekend. Sunday was perfect, with Lance happy to wake up after a 'sleepover' at Aaron's house. Aaron brought back breakfast from the store before we left to go home. Now, finishing up my work, I'm smiling lightly the whole day, my body still tingling.

I get an email on my computer, and I see that it's from Beanie. It's a bit more info about me re-upping, and I think about it, wondering. After this weekend, I'm leaning toward leaving the Army, but where am I supposed to go? I know that even with the feelings that I have for Aaron, I don't want to become an 'Army wife,' where most of my life is controlled by his deployments, his chain of command, and the whims of his commanders. Some of them love it, but it’s just not for me.

Maybe I can talk it over with Aaron. I know that this is a decision that really hinges on him as much as me. I send a quick reply to Beanie, thanking him and letting him know that I'm still thinking about it, then I get ready to leave the office. The nice part about being in the Adjutant General's Corps is that I rarely have to waste time with end of day formations. I just leave the office. I enjoy it as I see infantry units getting together for their end of day formations, some of the troops looking pretty tired and raggedy after a long day.

I get to the post daycare center, parking and going up to the entrance. Fort Bragg is pretty relaxed about soldiers visiting their kids. The post commander knows that troops work weird hours and sometimes that one-hour gap in the middle of the day might be the only chance a soldier has to see their kid awake, so the staff is on a first-name basis with nearly everyone.

“Hey, Lindsey,” Jill, the lady at the front desk, says. “How was your Monday?”

“Papers filed, emails typed, and I was able to do it all without a paper cut,” I joke. Jill's a former service member herself, Air Force, she told me, and she understands. “How was Lance?”

“Your son . . .” Jill says, laughing and shaking her head. “He's kept us all in stitches all day. He won't stop talking about his new Big Brother. Apparently, this Aaron is something of a cross between Superman, Chef Marco Pierre White, and maybe a bit of God. All day, he's been telling people about how awesome Aaron is, and even the staff's gotten in on the joke after about the tenth time of him saying 'Well, my Big Brother, Aaron, can do it better' to anything. We're about to nominate Aaron for President around here.”

I laugh, blushing at the same time. “Yeah, Lance has taken a shine to him. Sorry if he got excited. He had a bit of an impromptu sleepover last night with the thunderstorm.”

“Well, just to let you know, Lance made this today. He made me help him write it, and he insisted that I keep it safe for when he goes home. Take a look while I go find Lance.” Jill hands me an envelope and gets up, going toward the play room. I open the flap on the envelope and take out a construction paper card.