by Megan Smith
About four months ago Savanna called me in the middle of the night crying. She took a pregnancy test and it came back positive and she was afraid to tell Knox. She thought he was going to hate her. After staying on the phone with her for hours I convinced her that he wouldn’t hate her, that she should know him better than that. She told him the next morning and called me that afternoon to tell me that Knox was actually happy about it.
“You sure you know what you’re doin’?” I ask Knox who is standing on a ladder hanging lights from the roof across the deck, making a million tiny stars in the night sky with the amount of lights he was stringing up. It was going to be breathtaking.
“Yes, hold the ladder, will you?”
Snickering I grab a hold of the ladder and start shaking it. Knox is afraid of heights, if you ask him he’ll deny it, but it’s true. It’s the one chink in his cocky armor and I hold the power right now. I continue giggling like a school girl.
“Knock it off, asshole.” He seethes.
See I told you.
“Knox, this is absolutely beautiful but Savanna isn’t gonna to care about the lights. Go get a bunch of candles, set them up all over your room, light them and get rose petals. Spread them all over the bed, get down on one knee ask her to marry you.” I shake my head. “It’s really simple.”
Knox climbs down and takes his phone out of his pocket. He sighs as he types a message out on his cell phone. “They’re on their way. Savanna said Dad is trying to pass some jerk who’s drunk and shouldn’t be driving.”
Knox’s parents are driving Savanna down since Knox refuses to let her make the trip herself and he wanted to have everything ready before she got here tonight.
“Well, let’s get this show on the road then.”
He throws his arm around my shoulder and runs his knuckles over my scalp. “That’s what I like to hear.”
I have to admit the house looks damn good. Knox set up everything perfectly. Candles and roses are in every room of the house. He cooked dinner and it’s sitting in the oven keeping warm. He just got out of the shower and Tanner and I are waiting for him to run us over to the hotel for our “special night” as well.
Tanner wraps his arms around me from behind, “Maybe we can make a baby.” He whispers in my ear.
I jab my elbows back hitting him in the sides, “Are you fucking crazy? Our parents would have heart attacks.”
Tanner shrugs, “They’ll deal and then we won’t have to sneak around anymore at least.”
I shake my head as I walk over to the bottom of the stairs, “Knox! Are you ready yet? Tan’s trying to make you an uncle.”
Knox comes down the stairs laughing and shaking his head, “Only Tanner would want to make a shitty situation worse.”
“I heard that.” Tanner yells from the kitchen.
“Let’s go, lover boy.” He yells back.
Knox drops us off at a hotel not far away, we could have walked really. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek, “Good luck. Call us tomorrow. Love you.”
Knox kisses my cheek, “Thanks and love you too.”
“Dude,” Tanner shoves Knox’s shoulder. “Keep your lips off my girl.”
“Get out, jackass.” Knox retorts.
Tanner laughs, “Good luck, man.”
“Thanks.”
Tanner and I check in, we get the key to our room and we take the elevator up to the top floor.
“You know,” Tanner stands directly in front of me and tilts my head up to him, “I wasn’t kidding about the babies. I want them. One day.”
I stand up on my tip-toes, “In the meantime let’s go have some fun. I think Knox pulled out all the stops for us tonight.” I wink at him just as the doors open.
“Did you bring lollipops?” Tanner asks his voice husky.
I look behind me, smiling, “Of course.”
“Damn, baby.” He pants and practically runs to our room.
~ Age 21 ~
Tanner
Rhea is laying in the middle of the king size bed naked with only a sheet covering her ass and legs. She’s sound asleep after the intense hour of love making that started the second I pushed the hotel door open.
I take a bottle of water from the fridge that Knox had stocked for us and took a seat out on the balcony. The breeze coming from the ocean is cooling off the hot summer day. The sun set hours ago casting a midnight sky and the moon to reflect brightly on the ocean, it’s eerily quiet. The only sounds are coming from the waves crashing on the shore when normally hearing the ocean sounds plays along with all of the party-goers who consider this town Party Central. The solitude of being here with my girl completely sated in the room behind me affords me the luxury of just being happy, nothing else…no drama, nothing but me and her against the world.
Knox is probably leading a pregnant Savanna up to his room right now asking her to spend the rest of her life with him. Savanna is good for him, settled his wild days. Knox was like a firecracker just waiting to light. He didn’t do things the normal way like picking up a girl from her house, meeting her family then taking her for a nice dinner and maybe dancing. No, Knox did things daringly. He’d pick up a girl later than he should, he’d take her to a friend’s house and get her drunk, if he was lucky he’d get her to his bed and then drop her off in the middle of the night with a promise to call the next day knowing he never would. The girls love him though, draws a crowd where ever he goes. He’s burned a few bridges over the years making it harder on himself then necessary as well as making things awkward for all of us, well, sometimes to our benefit though, when they’d ask why he never called.
Chuckling, I take a sip of my water as I recall one such particular instance when his latest fuck buddy showed up.
“Knox,” Miranda says with venom dripping from her voice. “I thought you said you were goin’ to call?”
“Sweetheart,” Knox says. He calls all of his conquests sweetheart because he never remembers their names. “I went back home right after I dropped you off.”
Our friends, Cade and Jeremy, from Myrtle Beach were all sitting around the bonfire with us. We all started snickering, even Rhea; Miranda can’t be that dumb to think that Knox was actually going to call.
“Come on over here, sugar.” Cade draws.
That jackass got more girls with those words then I’ve ever seen. Fucker has the moves and he lays it on them thick. And they flock around him like flies to horseshit. He turns that southern charm on at the drop of a hat and they literally melt like chocolate on a hot summer day right in front of his eyes. Some are born with that talent, with others it’s acquired and perfected. I think Cade had achieved “Master Level” over the years and was now teaching others the ways of the ladies.
Miranda turns towards Cade with a cocked eye brow. “Whatcha say?” she says chomping on her gum and twirling her hair.
He winks, “Let’s go take a walk.”
Miranda nodded and bit on her bottom lip. Cade stood up and handed Knox his beer.
“I owe you one.” Knox said under his breath.
“Nah,” Cade said with a chuckle. “I got this.”
And that was that, Cade swooped in and saved Knox’s ass. If it wasn’t Cade it was Jeremy doing it. It was their way of keeping the peace and getting something out of it for themselves too.
The door to the patio opened and Rhea steps out wrapped in the sheet from the bed. Her hair a wild mess, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild with desire. Her lips are red, and swollen and she’s sucking on a lollipop teasingly.
“You don’t fight fair,” I groan as I sit back in my chair and pat my lap.
Rhea saunters over as the wind picks up the sheet and exposes Rhea’s bare thighs. She climbs on my lap and wraps herself around me.
I kiss the top of her head. She smells like Banana Boat suntan lotion, the smell I love on her skin. My kiss goes lower, to her cheek now and she sighs, melting into me. Then I kiss her neck and I can smell myself on her and it turns me on. I’m not too
ashamed to admit that I want this smell on her always; I’ve marked my territory, pissed on the fire hydrant, whatever you want to call it, but she’s mine.
“Babe,” Rhea moans, her voice caught in her throat making it sound like a plea.
Moving away just slightly, she takes the lollipop out of her mouth and runs it over my lips. When she’s satisfied with the results, she runs her tongue over my lips licking all the stickiness away. Holy. Fucking. Hell. That was hot.
I open my mouth slightly and when her tongue slips into my mouth I bite down on her sweet goodness. I suck on it for a second before letting it go. A stifled groan escaping my lips, “Don’t tease me, Bee.”
“Take me back inside.” Rhea begs.
I lift Rhea off my lap and then place her on the chair I just got up from. Her eyebrows drawn in confusion, as I take the lollipop out of her mouth, “Do you trust me?”
She reaches up and cups my face, “You know I do.”
Slipping my hand around Rhea’s ankle I bring it to my mouth and place an open mouth kiss right on the top of her foot. Smiling, I put the lollipop in my mouth, circling it a few times with my tongue then place Rhea’s foot up on my shoulder and take the lollipop and run it from her leg to that sweet spot as the sheet falls from her body. And this is where things get interesting.
She keeps her pussy bare for me, has for a long time now. I run that lollipop over her clit a few times then bring it back to my mouth. “Mmm,” I moan. “So fucking sweet.”
“Fuck,” Rhea pants, her eyes wide but hooded.
Yeah, we aren’t going to last long at this rate. Just watching her reaction to what I’m doing has me ready to take her right here, right now, on this balcony for the world to see.
I remove the lollipop out of my mouth and run it back over Rhea’s clit again adding a little pressure this time. Rhea’s hips start to buck but I use my free hand to hold her down. I circle her opening and then push the pop inside. “You like that?” I ask, watching her reaction.
“Tanner,” Rhea moans. “Please.”
I don’t even think she knows what she is saying please for. “Be patient, Bee.”
My phone beeps with a text message from my shorts pocket but I ignore it to focus on Rhea.
I reach for Rhea’s foot, the one laying on my shoulder, and place another kiss on her foot. Then slow, so slow, run my tongue up the inside of her leg tracing the sticky sweet of the lollipop.
Rhea’s legs are shaking and her eyes are rolled in the back of her head. Staying in the chair I have her in is taking all of her willpower and strength. Damn she looks amazing spread out before me like this, under the moonlight where I can see the path that the lollipop and my tongue has taken lapping up its sweet remnants as I make my way to the ultimate sweet spot. I flick my tongue over her clit and she jumps like I’ve shocked her. I do it over and over again until she’s screaming my name to stop. And even then, I don’t stop right away. I can’t. What I’m doing to her has me just as turned on, if not more, than I’ve ever been in my life with this woman.
She runs her hand through her hair, sweat pouring from her forehead. “Babe, if you don’t fuck me soon I’m goin’ go insane.”
My phone beeps again.
“Shh,” I pull on the lollipop slow and gentle. “I’ve got you.” I pull on it again until it’s almost out but then she grips it pulling it back in.
My phone rings, I reach into my pocket hitting any button I can to stop it not wanting to ruin the moment.
This time when I pull the lollipop out I pull it all the way out. Getting it about halfway to my mouth Rhea grabs my arm taking it out of my fingers and throws it over the railing.
I laugh lightly, standing and ready to take her to bed but she has other plans.
She pulls my gym shorts down and grips me tightly in her hands. She makes work of running her hand up and down my length and cupping my balls at the same time. She licks the tip and looks up with those blue eyes and bats her eye lashes.
“You’ve had your fun with that lollipop, babe, and now it’s my turn with my lollipop.” Rhea says so innocently.
Fuck me.
Every fantasy I’ve ever had of watching her suck on those goddamn lollipops over the years doesn’t compare to this. She’s literally twirling that magic tongue of hers around the tip, sucking, popping and deep throating me like it’s the best flavor, the only flavor, she wants in this moment. I’m about to come with this vision alone, not even factoring in the sensations she’s giving me.
She glances up at me like she’s completely innocent here yet knowing what she’s doing to me. “You done with the teasin’?” Rhea asks.
I can’t even get the words out to form a sentence. I grip her arms and pull her up, her legs and arms wrapping around me. I turn so her back is leaning against the balcony. She’s so wet. I shift my hips so I’m at her opening.
Rhea grips the hair on the back of my head, “Don’t stop, Babe.”
I pant, “Never.” And then I’m pushing my way in.
“Yes, Tan, that’s it, baby,” Rhea moans in my ear.
I’m not going to last long, not when we’re both this worked up. When I look down at her, she’s breathless, her eyes squeezed shut and wanting, she’s wanting so fucking bad. Wanting me so fucking bad and I’m giving her everything she wants and needs at this moment.
She’s tight, and I have no idea how but it makes it that much harder for me not to lose my shit the instant I’m inside her.
I can see the ocean over her shoulder and I know she needs to see this. I pull out only long enough to turn her around so she’s bending over the railing, and then I’m entering her again.
She says nothing audible, but moans the instant I’m inside her again. Rhea arches her back, her hair falling over her shoulders and against my chest, both her hands on the railing. My eyes fall to her hips, along with my hands as I frantically pump in and out of her wet pussy. She’s still so fucking tight, I’m ready to come already but I have to hold off, my girl’s not there yet but you can bet that sweet ass I’ll get her there, hopefully multiple times, before I’ll allow myself to finish.
I don’t notice at first but Rhea puts one hand between her legs and moans. Nothing is sexier than a woman getting herself off. Damn, she isn’t going to make this easy on me, I can tell.
This sight does nothing for my control and I’m thrusting even harder knowing she’s nearly there when I feel her muscles clench around my dick.
“Jesus, Bee, that’s so fucking hot…” I moan in her ear, sucking and kissing down her neck until my teeth dig into the sensitive skin over her collarbone. That gets us both. I lean forward, trying like hell to last just a few more minutes, or fuck, even seconds when she starts to scream.
"Oh God!”
I’m done. I launch myself into my movements as her body goes slightly limp but curves to mine.
It feels like it’s lasting forever, the pleasure coursing through me. Rhea seems to be the same as she leans back into my heaving chest wrapping her arms around my neck. Her lips are at my ear and I’m still shaking against her, barely able to stand when she says, “The perfect ending to a perfect day.”
Fucking hell, my phone rings again, I reach for my shorts and pull it out. Knox.
“Hello?” I say out of breath.
“She’s not answering her phone, none of them are.” Knox tells me. I can hear the worry in his voice. “Savanna was texting me earlier, telling me what was going on. After about a half hour there was still no sign of the cops and my dad was getting impatient. She said that he was just going to speed past them and hope that whoever was driving didn’t cause a serious accident.”
“Whoa, slow down.” I sit up so my back is leaning against the railing. “When did you last hear from her?”
Knox curses, “Hours ago. When she didn’t answer my text after about an hour I called her, no answer. I called both of my parents. No one answered. Rex is at a graduation party and isn’t answering his phone either. I�
��m heading home.”
“What?” I shook my head. Rhea leans back and cocks her head. “You can’t just drive home this late, Knox. What if all their phones died or somethin’?”
He laughs sarcastically, “You can’t believe that bullshit.”
“Just,” I took a deep breath. My head still spinning from the off the wall sex with Rhea, “Wait a little while longer.”
“And what if they’re lying in a ditch somewhere?” Knox retorts. “I’m leaving. I’ll come back and get you and Rhea. Have Jeremy or Cade drop you off back at the house in the morning.”
My heart rate picks up; I can’t let him drive alone like this. “Come get us, we’ll leave now.”
“No, just---” I hear the dinging in Knox’s car as he opens the door. “I’ll be back.”
I toss my phone on the ground and pull Rhea in my arms. “What’s goin’ on?” Rhea asks.
“Savanna never showed. No one is answering their phones either.” I say then kiss the side of her head. “There was a drunk driver they were following and cops never showed up to pull him over so his dad was just goin’ to go around him. He’s out of his mind with worry and is goin’ to try to find them.”
“Oh my God,” Rhea whispers.
I hold on to Rhea afraid she’ll disappear even though I know that’s not possible. “Let’s get inside.”
Rhea nods and climbs off my lap and grabs the sheet to shield her naked body but holding one arm out for me to cover myself as well. We both slide into bed, holding each other close and praying that all is well.
Little did we know what had already been put in motion. It was something none of us would ever be able to come back from. My family, once again, was going to be pushed to the brink without any guarantee we’d make it back in one piece.
