My Mentor's Secret Baby - His Secret Baby

“I’ve wanted you for years, Hazel,” Alex breathed as he inched his cock into me. “I can’t get you out of my mind.”

Kissing my neck again, he caused me to shutter, and at that moment, he took me. I gasped in delight as Alex’s hard cock was suddenly inside of me, filling me up. Losing my virginity was much less painful than I thought, perhaps because I had been dreaming about this for so long.

Alex held me against the bed and thrust into me over and over. Each time felt better than the last as my pussy walls stretched. Friction grew between us as he sped up, and the spot that his dick hit near my cervix sent out zaps of pleasure that made my head spin.

I could feel my anger turning to delight, happy to finally be with my love again. I had been so sad all those years thinking that he was dead, but now, here Alex was, making love to me. It took me by surprise and was better than I expected.

My pussy couldn’t take anymore, and an orgasm hit me. Crying out, I slammed my hips into Alex. He called out my name as we both came. It was brief and wondrous, just like our anger at each other. A quick moment of passion that neither of us regretted.

We both lay there under the blankets. We stayed silent for several seconds before I finally turned to look at him. “You know, I was hurt by the way you treated me, but I’m happy to see you,” I said to him.

Alex’s face filled with regret as he spoke. “That was rude of me, Hazel. Seeing you again filled me with all the emotions from that night. I never got over losing you, or your dad. You both were a huge part of my life that was just taken away.” He couldn’t meet my eyes.

I could feel my heart soften as he spoke. I had no idea that we had similar feelings. Reaching over, I gently placed my hand on his.

“My dad was upset, and he never got over losing you as a friend, either,” I explained, hoping this would bring him comfort.

Alex stared at our hands joined together before looking at me. “Thank you. That means a lot. I was devastated when I heard he passed away. I’m sorry you had to go through that alone.”

We shared a moment of silence.

Eventually, Alex cleared his throat and started to talk about other topics. “So, it’s good to see that you’re still writing. Are you working on a new book?” he asked me.

I swallowed loudly, feeling a little uncomfortable. “Well, honestly, the book I wrote with your help was the only thing I ever worked on. That’s why I’m at this retreat. I haven’t written anything as successful as that. I mean, I have had a lot of ideas that I started, but I always leave them half-finished,” I admitted to him with a little embarrassment.

He frowned at my words. “I’m sorry to hear that. We had so much fun working on that book together. I came on this retreat for the same reason. I haven’t written anything since leaving you that night,” Alex admitted, sounding a little sad.

I hadn’t been expecting him to feel the same way that I had been feeling. This suddenly gave me a thought of inspiration, and I startled him when I sat up quickly in bed. “We could help each other,” I said as I looked at him.

“I’m sorry?” Alex asked in confusion.

I reached for his hand again. “We can write together like the old days. You can inspire me, and vice versa. That way, we can both write again and finish our projects. We’ll be each other’s motivation, and the best part is we’ll be together,” I suggested happily.

He blinked at me in astonishment. “You would really help me like that?” he asked.

“Of course,” I replied without hesitation.

Alex slowly smiled at me. Being with him was like coming home. I felt happy in that moment.

Chapter Six – Hazel

The following day I hurried to get ready. I was actually feeling pretty good about everything, and I didn’t want to be late for the group discussions. I couldn’t get over the fact that Alex was alive, and that we had found each other again.

I dressed casually, opting for jeans and a tee. I was there to work, not impress — besides, I already had Alex. I was eager to meet up with him during the brainstorming group and get started writing.

Alex had a lot of great ideas for his book, and we spent all night talking about them. Now I couldn’t wait to share mine with him. I grabbed my notebook and went over some of the ideas I had written after he left. They seemed pretty good, but I wanted to get a second opinion to make sure.