Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(45)

I shouldn’t have been suspicious, not after the way he treated me that night, the way he touched me, kissed me, fucked me. I shouldn’t have been suspicious, but I just kept seeing Cathy down on her knees in front of him, that sexy look on her face.

I sat down on a bench outside the health center and took a deep breath. I was feeling a little crazy and stupid, and I needed to get myself together. I pulled out my phone and sent Harper a quick text to let her know that everything had gone well, and then I looked at my messages with Gibson.

I bit my lip. I told him I’d let him know how the health center went. I couldn’t just ignore him, especially considering this was his baby too. He had offered to come with me and at least just sit in the waiting room, but I told him that wasn’t necessary.

I typed him a message. “Just left the doctor’s, everything went great.”

He answered almost right away. “Good! I was waiting for you to text.”

That made me smile. “Really? Waiting with bated breath?”

“Not sure what bated breath actually is, but more like a hard cock.”

I laughed. “Great. This is the mother of your future child you’re talking to.”

“Exactly. All the more reason to make her feel as sexy as I think she is.”

I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot at my phone. “Well now I’m sitting out in public, feeling very sexy, and you’re nowhere in sight.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’d skip class for a chance at that pussy any day.”

“Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

“Where are you? I’ll be there in five. Go ahead and warm yourself up if you want.”

“Oh wow. Such a gentleman.”

“Okay, don’t. I’d be more than happy to lick that pussy top to bottom until your toes curl.”

“I’m not against that.”

“Listen, come to my apartment tonight. We can celebrate your clean bill of health.”

“Is this your really obvious attempt at getting me alone in your room?”

“Yes. I want to slide my cock deep inside you from behind, watch that ass push back down along my length. Can’t stop thinking about my palm over your mouth as I fucked you.”

I bit my lip, my pussy suddenly dripping wet. Gibson had a way with words that made me incredibly hot.

“Since you ask politely, I guess I can stop by.”

“Come over at ten. I’ll be done tutoring by then.”

“Okay. See you then.”

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, a dumb smile plastered across my face.

Every time I had doubts about him, something always managed to make me feel better. Usually it was just talking to him that made me feel good. Gibson was doing his best to do the right thing and then some, and I had to get rid of my lingering doubts.

He wasn’t just the bad boy the media made him out to be. He wasn’t just some kid from the wrong side of the tracks with a penchant for partying and drinking. He was smart, sexy, and made me feel good. He was the father of my unborn child.

I couldn’t keep having these prejudices against him. So what if he was a famous football player? It wasn’t his fault that people chased him around, wanting things from him. He clearly didn’t like it when people kept coming to him with their hands outs, or when girls dropped to their knees and offered to suck him off just for winning some game. He was proud and he worked hard. Everything he had, he had earned.

I stood up and headed off to the library. I was going to get a few hours of studying in to make up for skipping classes before I got dinner and told Harper about my little date.

It was going to be pretty hard to concentrate, though, with those messages Gibson sent me to read over and think about.



Hours later, I was showered and dressed. I had butterflies in my stomach as I rode my bike the short distance from my apartment to Gibson’s.

I parked and climbed off, locking it up. The doctor told me riding the bike was fine early on, so I was relieved about that and didn’t have to worry about it just yet. I went into his building and slowly walked up the steps.

It was ten after ten, and Gibson had already texted to let me know that he was home. He even conveniently added that Hynes was out for the night.

I knocked. A second later, the door opened.

Gibson was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt. He looked absolutely gorgeous. I saw a hint of the tattoos that I knew spread up his body, and he smirked at me.

“There’s my baby momma,” he said.

“Cut it out.” I walked into the apartment and he shut the door behind me.

“I can’t help it. I’m just happy everything is good.”

“Seriously. I can’t handle you calling me your ‘baby momma.’ It’s just too weird.”