SEAL Baby Daddy

I gave Ace another considering look, and he grinned at me. “What are you thinking?” he asked.

I blushed and shrugged. “I need to take a shower,” I told him. I paused. “If you still wanted to help me out, maybe you could help me with that.”

I turned and walked away before I could think twice about it. Already, I could feel my breath speeding up, my heart starting to race. Would he follow me? Or would he leave instead?

But of course, he would follow me. I was the only one who was having second thoughts about this relationship, and that was only because I knew he would hate me as soon as he found out who Ava really was.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head as I stepped into the bathroom. Sure enough, Ace was there behind me.

I turned to face him, slipping my T-shirt off over my head and letting it fall to the floor, then dropping my sweatpants to the floor as well, stepping out of them. Ace mirrored my actions and then pulled me close against his body, kissing me hard.

I melted into the kiss, forgetting all about my inner turmoil. I felt safe here, with Ace holding me close, his tongue slipping inside my mouth.

He reached around behind me and unhooked my bra, sliding it off my body and dropping it to the floor as well. He pressed me back against the cool edge of the counter as he wrapped his fingers roughly around one of my breasts, making me moan as heat pooled in my core.

Ace took a step back, smiling down at me, and then reached over to turn on the shower. While we waited for the water to heat up, we both stripped off our underwear and then traded increasingly sloppy kisses. Ace ran his hands down my side, cupping my ass, while I skimmed my own fingers across his back and shoulder blades.

He tugged me into the shower with him, kissing me beneath the spray. Slowly, he trailed his lips down my skin, his mouth hot against my neck. I shivered as he pushed me back against the tile wall, his hands skimming down my body, his fingers pressing up inside of me.

I ran my fingers through his hair, slicking it back, then moved my fingers down lower, pulling at his throbbing manhood. Ace stifled a groan and thrust into my fist. Then, he grabbed my hips and turned me around, thrusting cleanly into my core. I planted my hands on the slippery wall and pushed my hips back against his, helping to drive him deeper inside of me.

I lost myself in the rhythm of his movements, in and out, in and out. He moved slowly, letting me feel the full drag of his member inside of me. There was such a contrast between his heat at my back and the cool tiles in front of me. The steam swirling in the air added to the intimate feeling of this.

He began to speed up, and I gasped, collapsing forward against the wall, caught up in the feeling of him inside of me. Ace’s hands were hot on my hips, holding me in place against him as we chased mutual ecstasy.

I came hard, my knees giving out, Ace’s hands the only thing keeping me upright. He spilled as well, cum spurting across the backs of my thighs and washing away down the drain. He ran his hands over me again, and I trembled, body fully overwrought. Ace pressed a smiling kiss against my shoulder blade and then turned me around.

He reached for my loofa and lathered it up, then set about washing my body, a look of concentration on his face as he scrubbed my skin. I smiled at him, running my fingers through his hair as he worked, utterly overcome by how sweet he was being.

He turned me more fully under the spray, letting the soap rinse off me. Again, he kissed me, this time soft and gentle. Caring.

Eventually, he reached around me to shut off the spray, leading me out of the shower and grabbing a towel from the rack, wrapping it around me and drying me off. I could tell that he wanted to say something, and I knew I had to head it off.

“Thank you,” I blurted out. “For coming to help. And for bringing dinner. And for just being a good guy.”

Ace’s brow furrowed. “But?” he asked, clearly sensing what was coming.

I sighed and looked away.

“You can’t stay over,” I said.

“I understand,” Ace said, nodding.

But he didn’t, not really. He thought that I didn’t want him to stay over because of Ava. Because things were moving too fast. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that what I really meant was that we needed to stop this. That we couldn’t keep having sex, that I couldn’t date him.

He was going to hate me when he found out about Ava. I tried not to start crying right then and there, knowing that that would only bring on more questions that I could handle at the moment.

Ace tucked a lock of my hair back behind my ear, leaning in to kiss me. Then, he started quietly getting dressed and ready to leave. “If you need anything else with Ava,” he said, “I hope you know that you can always ask.”

“Thanks,” I said softly. But I knew that I couldn’t call him again. I shouldn’t have even let him in this time. Now, it was just going to be that much harder to let go of him. He really would make a great dad.

If he just wanted to be a dad. I still felt like telling him about Ava would just be trapping him into a life that he didn’t necessarily want to have. No matter how good he’d been to us.

Ace gave me one last kiss before he left. I listened to the door close behind him and then went to my room, pulling on a pair of pajamas. Then, I padded out to the kitchen, looking around at it. I couldn’t deny that I’d liked having him there.

But I knew I needed to break things off.

I sighed and flicked out the light, heading to bed and hoping that Ava, at least, would feel better the following morning. As for myself, I didn’t think I would feel good for a while, not until I somehow managed to get over Ace. If that’s even possible.