“Believe what?” says Shane, his voice low and sexy, practically a growl. He’s looking me right in the eyes, those beautiful eyes that sparkle when I look at them.
“That we’re married,” I say. “Like it really happened.”
“I can,” says Shane. “But you know what I’m thinking of?”
“What?”
“About what I’m going to do to my new wife tonight.”
“Oh?” I say, teasing him and laughing. “You’ve already figured it out, have you?”
Shane nods, pretending to act very serious.
“Maybe I have plans for you,” I say.
Shane winks at me. “I hope so,” he growls at me.
He pulls me closer to him, so that my body is pressed completely against his. He makes me feel safe and secure. His chest is massive and his big muscular arms envelop me.
“Is that your cock that I feel?” I whisper at him.
“I hope so,” says Shane, winking at me. “Hey, I’ve to something to show you.”
“What?”
“I’ve got to show you in private.”
“Nice try,” I say. “That’s not going to work on me now.”
“Why not?”
I think about it for a moment.
“OK,” I say, giggling. “Let’s go.”
Shane takes me by the hand and leads me off the dance floor. Meanwhile, I can’t stop giggling with excitement. A couple people seem to notice us, but not everyone. We’ve already had our main bride and groom dance, and it’s getting to be late at night. Most everyone has had a little too much to drink, as people do at weddings, and so we can go somewhat unnoticed.
“Are you taking me to some broom closet?” I say, gigging. “To show me your monster cock?”
“Broom closets, pfft,” says Shane, waving his hand. “That’s too cliché.”
“Then where to?”
“The car seems to have always been a classic spot for us.”
“A car, on my wedding night?”
I giggle.
“I know you want it,” growls Shane in my ear.
We rush out and get into the fancy car that’s waiting for us to drive away to our honeymoon. There are tin cans attached to the back and streamers hanging from it. Fortunately, there’s no driver. I don’t know what kind of car it is, but it has tinted windows.
Shane pulls me inside.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I say.
“I know,” growls Shane in my ear.
His mouth slams onto mine. I’m getting wet. I feel for his hard cock in his slacks. It’s raging hard, huge and ready to penetrate me.
“This is so wrong,” I whisper, as he starts biting my neck.
But I love it. I love every second of it.
There’s a knock at the window.
“Shit,” I say.
I hear Jane’s voice on the outside.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up,” calls Jane. “You two had better just get going on your honeymoon if you really can’t wait.”
I roll down the window. It’s one of those old fashioned manual winders.
I see Jane’s face peering in towards us, and she’s laughing.
Now Shane and I start laughing all along with her. It just seems so funny, so crazy, so absurd.
“All right,” I say. “We’ll come back and join the party.”
“You’d better,” says Jane. “People are wondering where you two went off to.”
I roll up the window and Shane and I double over laughing.
“I guess we couldn’t keep it in our pants long enough,” I say.
“I guess not,” says Shane.
Epilogue
Lia
I’m lying in bed about one month after the honeymoon. The light is streaming in through the windows, and I can’t get over how perfect everything feels. I’ve never felt healthier. It turns out that I was running on a lot of stress. Everything was stressful in my life before Shane. Now everything feels so easy and carefree. I’m just relaxing in bed, knowing that Shane is taking care of Will, feeding him breakfast downstairs, letting me sleep in or simply lounge around in bed as long as I want.
The honeymoon was incredible. We went to the Bahamas, which I guess for some people is somewhat old hat. But Shane had never been there. He’d never had much of an opportunity to travel, with the demanding schedule of football and everything. And me, I’d never been out of the country before. Now my parents want us to visit them in Mexico. I’m not so sure about that—maybe when Will is a little older.
My mind drifts back to the honeymoon. It was one of the best times of my entire life. It was then that I realize just how little time Shane and I had actually spent together. We started to get to know each other in a way that we never had before. Shane’s so… there’s just so much to him. He can be funny and sweet and also incredibly sexy.
We learned a lot about each other’s bodies. We were going at it like steroid-fueled rabbits, fucking each other at least three times a day. Shane still has that crazy ability to just keep coming and coming, never losing his erection. I’d orgasm twice and he would too. That was our average, but we certainly broke it many times. I’m pretty sure we set some new records. His cock and his body are just so perfect, so incredible, that I couldn’t keep my hands off him. And he couldn’t keep his hands off me. We didn’t even leave the bedroom at all until the second day, when we decided that we really did need to see the beach after all.
Suddenly, a strange feeling comes over me.
My stomach hurts.
Ugh, it’s some kind of weird nauseous feeling that’s taking over me.
I feel like I’m going to vomit.
I get up quickly and rush into the master bathroom. To my horror, I start vomiting. But at least I make it into the toilet and even manage to lift the seat up.
Finally, it seems like it’s over, and I sit down cross-legged on the cool tile floor. Well that was weird. It’s been a whole month since we were on my honeymoon. It couldn’t be something that I ate.
Suddenly, the urge comes over me again, and I lean over the toilet and let loose a horrible stream of vomit.
Gross.
Then suddenly it hits me.
Could this be morning sickness?
I wipe my mouth and brush my teeth before heading downstairs.
Will is watching some educational cartoons on the TV while Shane is working on preparing what looks like a wonderful breakfast for me. Unfortunately the smell starts to make me feel nauseous again. But I don’t need to vomit again.
“Hey,” I say. “Can I talk to you in the bedroom?”
“Can it wait? I’m in the middle of cooking.”
“Not really.”
“Sure, I’ll be right there.”
Shane does something with the stove and a minute later he’s in the bedroom with me.
“I think I’m pregnant,” I say.
Shane’s face lights up with delight.
“What happened? Did you take a test?”
I shake my head. I tell him about the vomiting and morning sickness.
“I know we talked about having another kid, I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to have one so soon… I… I mean, I want to, but I didn’t know if you…”
I realize that I’m worried about how he’ll react.
“Of course I want to have another kid!” says Shane, looking excited at the idea. “I’ll get the test kits.”
He disappears into the bathroom and emerges a moment later loaded down with test kits.
“You already have them?” I say, completely surprised.
“Of course!”
I laugh. “I guess you really do want to have another one.”
I head into the bathroom and pee on the strip.
I come back out and Shane puts his arm around my shoulder as we stare down at the strip together.
“Blue!” I say, filling with excitement. “I’m pregnant!”
Shane kisses me passionately.
Excerpt from Running Back’s Baby
The windows of my old car are steaming up. I’m breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling.
Dan is next to me, his massive and muscular body turned towards me from the passenger seat. He’s over six feet tall and easily 200 pounds of solid muscle.
His hair is a gorgeous brown, with just enough wave to it. His eyes are a piercing blue that seem to see right through me.
“It’s so great seeing you again,” says Dan, looking right into my eyes.
“You, too,” I say, hoping I don’t sound too breathless with desire.
We’re parked at the edge of a deserted park. The dark trees rise up around us, and if the windows weren’t fogged, we’d be able to see the bright stars in the pitch-black sky.
“We never got to spend much time together in high school,” says Dan.
“It’s almost midnight,” I say.
“Won’t you stay out with me a little while longer?”
I nod my head shyly. “Of course,” I say, my voice almost a whisper.
“You’ve become so beautiful,” says Dan.
I don’t know what to say. It feels like my voice is stuck. I can’t believe he’s telling me I’m beautiful! I can’t believe it! These thoughts race through my head, exploding like firecrackers.
Dan was the football star in high school. Every girl wanted him, and he seemed to want them all.
I want to tell him that I can’t believe he’s sitting in the car with me here at midnight. I want to tell him that he’s the most beautiful, handsome, hot man I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to tell him so many things, but instead, I say something inane, because I don’t know what else to say.
“So you really like college, then?” I say.
“Sure,” says Dan, laughing. “It’s amazing. I’ve got a ton of friends from the football team, and Coach really likes me. The parties are amazing. You should think about visiting sometime.”
“I’d really like that,” I say.
“Plus,” says Dan. “It’s nothing like high school. People aren’t as divided into cliques the way they were. In college, you’re just who you are. People don’t judge you.”
“That’d be nice,” I say, laughing nervously.
Dan was the star jock in high school, the popular kid. We were in the same class, but we rarely talked, even though we lived on the same block. I was the shy nerd, the good student. I was on the total opposite social spectrum from Dan.
I never thought he’d look my way. I never thought he’d be looking at me as he is now, only inches away from me in the steamed up car.
“I’m glad we had you and your dad over for dinner tonight,” says Dan.
“Me too,” I say.
I’m trying to stay calm on the outside, but inside my mind is racing with anxiety. I want so desperately to kiss him. But does he want me? Could he possibly want me?
I can’t believe I’m sitting so close to him.
Does he notice my rapid breathing? Does he see my nipples?
Dan is home from for Thanksgiving, and because of my dad’s situation, his family invited us over for dinner. Dan somehow wrangled me into driving him to the store, and then suggested we drive to this deserted park, and that’s why we’re here now.
Dan’s in his first year at college, at the big university, Cratemore, playing football on a scholarship. I should be at college too now, but I’m at home taking care of my dad.
“You know,” says Dan. “I meet a lot of girls at school…”
I hold my breath. Where is he going with this? He doesn’t want me after all? My pulse feels like it’s skyrocketing again, my heart beating fast. I worry that I’ll break into a cold sweat.
I want him. I want him so much, like no one else I’ve ever seen.
“But you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” says Dan.
My heart stops for a moment. I can’t believe my ears. I open my mouth but no words come out.
Dan chuckles. “I’m serious,” he says. “It’s not just some line.”
“I know it’s not,” I say, finally finding my voice.
Dan gazes into my eyes. He’s leaning in, across the gap between our seats that now seems impossibly large.
He places his large, strong hand gently on my shoulder.
His massive chest is coming towards me. His mouth is just an inch from mine, getting closer and closer.
I bring my lips to meet his, and he kisses me, and I kiss him back. It’s the most incredible sensation, but I’m almost distracted from it by thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening! I can’t believe it! Dan! I’m making out with Dan!”
Dan’s lips are just perfect. His hand is brushing across my shoulder, towards my breasts, and I’ve never wanted someone to touch me more. Come on, I think, touch me. I need to feel you on me breasts, on my chest. I need you to feel my hard nipples and massage me and I need you to make me moan.
Is his cock hard? I want to reach out and touch it like I’ve never wanted anything before. I want to swallow up his hard cock, wrapping my lips around it. I want him inside me, deep inside me, thrusting into me as he makes me moan, as he grunts in pleasure.
There’s a loud rapping sound at my window.
“What was that?” says Dan, pulling away from me.
I already long for Dan’s lips again to be on mine. He feels so far away now, and I feel alone, so alone. He’s less than a foot from me in the passenger’s seat, but it feels like miles.
But my lingering is replaced by fear. Who’s at the window? I’m terrified. My heart is pounding, about to leap through my chest.
“Roll down the window,” says a commanding voice from the outside.
“I think it’s the police,” says Dan, sounding calm himself. “Come on, roll it down. It’s fine.”
But the fact that it’s the police doesn’t make me feel any easier. Aren’t we breaking the law by being here? We’re not supposed to be at this park after hours, especially not at midnight.
“Won’t we get in trouble?” I whisper to Dan.
“It’s fine,” says Dan, grinning at me.
I take him at his word and start to roll the window down. The car is an old beater, all that I can afford, and the window makes crunching sounds as it rolls down.
Sure enough, it’s a tall police officer shining a light in our faces.
“License and registration,” he says, not sounding the least bit friendly.
“Officer,” I say, my voice a pleading tone. “I’m sorry. I know we’re here after hours, but…”
“License and registration,” says the officer, sounding even less friendly before.
He’s going to arrest us. I know it. I’m going to have to have my sick dad come down to the jail and bail me out, and who knows how much this is going to cost me. It could be thousands of dollars, and it could go on my permanent record. I don’t even have a record, and now I’m going to have a criminal one. I’ll have to let my employers know I have a criminal record. I’ll never get a job again.
“Sir,” I say. “I can explain…”
“It’s OK, Chloe,” says Dan in a soothing voice.
“Step out of the car,” says the officer, almost shouting at me.
I start to cry.
“Step out of the car,” he says.
Like a robot, I do what he says, opening the car door that squeaks on its rusty hinges. I’m certain this is the end of any opportunities I’ll ever have.
“Both of you. Step out of the car.”
I’m standing in the cold, shivering, with the officer towering above me. He shines the bright light in my face and I go blind for a moment.
I’m just waiting for the handcuffs to be slapped around my wrists.
Now he shines the light at Dan.
“Dan!” he suddenly says, his whole tone changing. Now he doesn’t sound like a strict and gruff police officer. “Is that you, Dan?”
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“Yup,” says Dan, holding up his hand against the blinding light.
“Sorry,” says the officer, lowering the light. “Man, I can’t believe that’s you, Dan. You used to kill it on the field at Randolph High. You’re playing for Cratemore, now, right?”
“That’s right, sir. Starting linebacker.”
It turns out the police officer is a huge football fan, and he’s been following Dan since his freshman year at Randolph High. And he’s a huge college sports fanatic, and watches every one of Cratemore’s games.
“I know you all are going to make it to the championship this year,” says the officer.
“I sure hope so,” says Dan, looking impossibly cute, impossibly hot as he says it.
The red and blue siren lights of the cop car are still flashing, and I’m still feeling anxious.
But, without even checking our papers, the officer bids us a good night, and tells us to more careful next time.
“Give ‘em hell in the next game,” he says, waving at us jovially, before turning to his police car.
“Nice guy,” says Dan, getting back into the car.
“I thought he was going to arrest us for sure,” I say.
“Nah,” says Dan.
With the anxiety fading, my desire for Dan returns, and it returns strong. I want his lips to be on mine again, and I want his hands on me. I want him.
But I figure we can’t exactly sit here in the car. The officer was nice, but he’s clearly waiting for us to leave the deserted park, so I crank the engine and drive slowly towards home.
I don’t know where to go. Will it seem like I want Dan too much if I pull over the car and just start making out with him again? The spontaneity of the park moment is long gone, and I just can’t figure out the strategy of it this time… How did Dan make it seem so casual?
“Well,” I say awkwardly as I pull up to Dan’s house. “Here we are.”
I look over at Dan and he’s staring at me and grinning.
“You want to come in?” he says.
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