Free Homecoming: A Secret Baby Romance by Lauren Landish

bad, but I would try my best to respect my mother’s wishes.
    I leaned against the door jam, my legs suddenly weak as I rubbed furiously. Max continued to stroke himself, gradually picking up speed until he was thrusting his cock through his fist, humping the air.
    “Ohh,” I groaned, rubbing myself in a circular motion, getting my juices all over my fingers.
    Max pumped his chiseled ass cheeks in and out several times before letting out a gasp. He continued stroking until every drop of his seed had been washed down the drain along with the hot water.
    The water abruptly shut off and I quickly stopped in disappointment. I’d been close, but I couldn’t keep going. While we were now partners, I didn’t want him to know I was sitting there rubbing myself while watching him in the shower. Reacting quickly, I pulled the door until it was only slightly ajar, and quickly ran back to the bed.
    I used some kleenex beside the bed to wipe off the stickiness on my hands, a little surprise that Max might smell later, and quickly snatched up the magazine and pretended to leaf through it.
    He emerged from the bathroom a minute later, dripping wet, wrapped only in a white bath towel. I looked up from the magazine and it was hard not to stare. Max looked so incredibly sexy.
    “How long was I in there?” he asked me.
    “Not too long,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. My eyes drifted down to his crotch area where a large bulge pressed against the towel, and then I quickly jerked them away.
    But I know what you did while you were in there, you naughty boy, I thought, images of Max stroking his big cock flashing through my mind. I knew he probably did it to ease the urge to have sex with me and could respect my mother’s rule.
    “Good. So what do you think we should do?”
    I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
    “About our parents.” Max crossed the bedroom and went into his walk-in-closet, reemerging a second later with some black boxer shorts that sported a white waistband. Not giving me a second glance, he dropped his towel to the floor, revealing his beautiful cock for a quick second before slipping into them. “They took the news far too well for my comfort.”
    “Mine too,” I agreed, fighting to keep my eyes away from his crotch. He really looked good in those things. Damn good.
    Max picked up his towel off the floor and tossed it into the dirty laundry hamper. “I thought for sure a fist fight with dad was coming. Maybe even a cat fight too.”
    I laughed at Max’s attempt to lighten the mood. “Why do you suppose they didn’t go apeshit?” I asked.
    Max shrugged. “Not sure. I have a feeling this isn’t the last we’re going to hear of it, though. But I’m glad they’re playing it cool . . . for now. I’ve got enough on my plate with the marines to worry about.”
    “Oh yeah. What are you going to do about that? Do you still have to talk to your superior?”
    Max nodded and walked over to the bed and sat down at my foot. My temperature rose several notches in response and my pulse began pounding against my neck. “I have an appointment set. I just hope I can get out of this.”
    “I’m sorry that I’ve caused so much trouble for you,” I said. “I wish I could take everything back.”
    “Nikki,” Max interrupted me, placing a hand on my leg. “Quit apologizing. I told you I forgive you, alright? There is no point in rehashing how sorry you are, or how you didn’t mean to do whatever. Whatever happens, I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry about it. I feel like this was all meant to be, just maybe a little premature.”
    I stared at him, feeling volts of electricity shooting up my leg from his touch. “Okay,” I said after a moment, filled with a warm feeling inside at Max’s words.
    “In a way, I’m happy you did what you did.”
    I needed a crane to pick my jaw up off the bed. “What?” I breathed in disbelief.
    He looked away, turning his gaze on the bedroom window. “It