by Penny Wylder
“Are you sure you want this?” he says, breathless, when our lips part. His thumb traces the curve of my bottom lip.
“Of course I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” I say.
He moves the hair out of my eyes and kisses my forehead. “This might hurt.”
“I know. It’s okay,” I assure him. “I want it.”
He reaches down between my legs and starts to rub my clit as he moves the head of his cock in and out of me, slightly pressing against my virgin wall. I let out a moan, my eyes rolling back in my head. It feels amazing.
Then he pushes inside of me. There’s a sharp, knife-like stab as the barrier brakes, a jagged, cutting pain as he drives all the way into me. My breath catches, too startled to make a sound. He doesn’t move, allowing my body to adjust to this new feeling. Suddenly I gasp after holding my breath for so long.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, looking down at me with concern.
The pain doesn’t last long. It’s mostly shock that keeps my mouth and eyes open.
I nod my head. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
He kisses my lips and it’s the most gentle, tender kiss anyone has ever given me. He starts to move, sliding in an out of me. This time it feels good. “Is this all right?” he asks. The more be moves, the better it feels.
I close my eyes and smile. “It’s perfect.”
His eyes close, and his face is a combination of pleasure and pain.
“Jesus, your pussy is so fucking tight. You feel amazing.”
He goes slowly at first, and it’s wonderful. If someone would’ve told me how awesome this feels, I might’ve lost my virginity years ago. But all anyone ever talked about was the horrible pain it caused. No one ever said it only lasts a second and once it’s gone, the sex is fucking mind blowing. Either I have shitty friends, or they’ve had shitty sexual experiences. Or maybe it’s just because Deacon knows what the hell he’s doing.
Going slow is fine for a little while, but there’s this need for him, this ache low in my groin. I raise my hips to meet his thrusts until I’m slamming into him, our hip bones colliding.
He smiles. “So you want it harder, huh?”
I grab his ass, squeezing. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I demand.
He sits back on his knees, grabbing my legs and resting my ankles on his shoulders. He lifts my ass into the air. The next time he slams into me, he bottoms out and I scream. It’s so deep, this new sensation. Startling, and confusing, and wonderful. Almost painful, but not exactly.
He’s still thrusting hard when he says, “Holy shit, I’ve never felt a cunt so tight. You’re killing me, girl. I don’t think I can hold it in much longer. I’m going to fuck my seed right into your womb.”
His words shock me at first. He’s not wearing a condom. I guess I didn’t really think about that when we started. Once I did, I just figured he’d pull out. I never thought that he would actually want to come inside of me. But now that he says it, I picture my belly big and round with his child, and I can’t think of anything I want more.
“Do it,” I say.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes, please, do it.”
The second the words leave my mouth, he lets out a thunderous growl and I feel his cock spasm inside of me as he shoots his load. I can feel it hot and creamy, coating my walls. When he’s drained, we both collapse on the bed together, panting and happy.
4
Deacon
I don’t want to go to work. There’s nowhere else I want to be other than in this bed with Remy. It’s almost frightening how fast I’ve fallen for her. The connection between us in just these last couple of days surpasses anything Karen and I ever had. Remy is so much more. The fact that she let me come inside of her, and the look of wonder on her face when I told her I wanted to impregnate her, just sets everything in stone. I want her pregnant with my child. I want to see part of me growing inside of her, proof of our love.
I kiss the flat part of her stomach below her belly button, picturing her round and pregnant. I’m starting to get hard again.
“You know you can get pregnant from me coming inside of you?” I ask.
She gives me a teasing look. “Oh, is that how that works?”
“Smart ass. What I meant was … it could happen and I wouldn’t be upset about it.”
She leans over and kisses me, the most beautiful smile on her face. “Neither would I.”
She sits up and stands. A drop of my cum rolls down the inside of her leg. She walks over to the window and stands in front of it, her perfect naked ass facing me. She has an incredible body. So tight and pert. Seeing her standing there like that has my cock aching.
“Did you watch me last night?” she asks. She breathes on the window, fogging it up to show my fingerprints where I’d leaned against the window to hold myself up while jerking off to her touching herself.
“You did that on purpose for me to watch, didn’t you?” I say, walking up behind her. I wrap my arms around her.
“I hoped you would,” she says, rubbing her ass against my hard dick.
I slip my cock into her dripping pussy. She gasps.
“Well I did and I stroked myself while I watched.”
Holding onto her belly, I push my cock deep inside of her with hard thrusts. Her tits and the side of her face are pressed against the window. She screams my name. There’s a man walking his dog down on the sidewalk below us. If he looks up he’ll get quite the show. Part of me hopes he looks up and witnesses me fucking this goddess.
“I’m going to fuck my load into you again,” I tell her, pounding, drilling my way into her tight cunt. “I’m going to fill you with my cum and watch your pregnant belly grow.”
Again, to my surprise, she says, “Fuck yes, I want it. I want to be big and round with your child.”
Picturing her naked and pregnant, a big swollen belly, sets me off and I dump another load of cum inside of her. I keep my cock buried in her for several minutes. Once I’m deflated, I finally pull out. Her pussy is so tight, even after all that fucking, she barely drips.
I turn her around to face me. Her breasts are cold to the touch from being pressed against the window. As much as I want to stay here and bask in the afterglow, if I don’t get to work, I’ll be fired, and that will make starting this new family together much harder than it should be.
She goes over to the bed and lays down, her body spent after the workout it’s been given. She wraps the sheets around her waist, leaving her beautiful milky breasts exposed. I lean over and kiss one. I can’t help myself. They’re just so perfect and silky smooth. She runs her fingers through my hair and lets out the sexiest little moan. I’m already getting turned on again. But there’s nothing I can do about it. For one, I will be even later than I already am, and two, I don’t want her to be too sore after the two poundings she just took.
“That was amazing,” she says.
It was better than amazing. It took sex to a whole other level. “Yes it was.”
I still can’t believe she was a virgin. I have to admit, being with someone so pure and untouched is every man’s fantasy; I’m no exception. It’s a caveman thing, I think. Conquering a mountain. Being the first man to plant his flag. I was the first to plant my seed, to hopefully watch it grow. She’ll be mine and only mine forever if everything goes right.
I grumble. “I have to get to work,” I say reluctantly.
“No time for another quickie?” she says, curling up against me.
I let out a tortured laugh. “You have no idea how tempted I am to do just that, but I can’t be later than I already am. As it stands, Sam is going to be pissed. He’s the reason I got the job in the first place.”
She kisses my arm. “I understand. No need to make Sam hate me more than he already does.”
“He doesn’t hate you,” I say.
“Yes he does.”
“Okay, maybe a little.”
She laughs and it’s a
sound that warms up my chest and makes me feel full inside. It lets me know even more than I already do that this thing between us is meant to be. With Remy I feel whole again.
I’m going well over the speed limit to get to work. I’m already late, but the later I am, the worse off I’ll be. Pulling into the space next to Sam’s car, I get out of my pickup and tuck my shirt in. I was hoping to get inside the building undetected, but I’m about halfway there when Sam walks out. He sees me before I can hide behind one of these cars.
He makes a B-line toward me, his crisp gelled hair staying stiff in place despite the breeze. “It’s already starting,” he says, laying into me without even a ‘hello’ first.
“What are you talking about, Sam?”
Normally, a confrontation with my brother would instantly put me in a bad mood, but after what just happened between me and Remy, nothing can get me down. Not even Sam and his doom and gloom.
He says, “You’re making the same mistakes you made with Karen.”
I open my mouth to speak, but Sam talks right over me. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He looks me up and down, shaking his head distastefully. Still the high and mighty little shit he always was. “Before you try to deny it, take a good look at yourself. You just started the job I helped you get, and you’re already running late.” He throws his hands up in frustration. “And for Christ’s sake, pull up your zipper.”
I fight back a smile. When I yank up my zipper, it makes a short rasp sound. I realize now that Sam will never change. Even as kids he tried micromanaging my life. He worried about everything, always more of a mother than a brother.
“Remy is going to ruin your life,” he says. “It’s already started.”
There’s no sense in denying my feelings for Remy any longer. I’m obviously not hiding them very well.
“Remy is nothing like Karen. You don’t know her. You’ve never bothered to try,” I say.
He glares at me. “Neither have you until recently.”
His voice is heated, rising loud enough to call attention to our argument. The longer I stand out here, the later I will be for work and the more trouble I’ll be in with my boss. I’m on a probation period for the next couple of months. Though being late to be with Remy was well worth it, I can’t afford to lose this job. Even if it means being stuck most of the day with Sam.
“Keep your voice down,” I hiss. “Not everyone needs to know our business.”
“Well, it’s true,” he says, quieter this time.
Maybe it is true. I never really tried to get to know Remy when I lived next door to her. She was just a kid back then. It would’ve been inappropriate. But I do know she’s nothing like Karen. I’ve watched her grow up. She was the neighborhood sweetheart. All the neighbors used to say what a good kid she was. Like how she used to mow Mrs. Holister’s lawn without being asked and without expecting to be paid for it. She did it because she saw an old woman who was in need. Karen never would’ve done anything like that. She didn’t know what the word charity even meant.
I remember once Remy’s mom telling me how Remy used to find battered and broken animals and bring them back home, nursing them back to health. Birds, possums, and even a baby skunk. She’s motherly and nurturing. Two things what were never built into Karen’s DNA. I saw that from the very beginning of our marriage, but I didn’t want it to be true, so I ignored the signs. My eyes are wide open now, and I see Remy for who she really is, and she’s exactly what I want.
I should’ve never been with Karen. I’m glad I was because of Bailey, but if I could’ve had Bailey with Remy instead, I would’ve been better off. Karen was rude, hot tempered, and just not a good person in general.
“I know her better than you think I do,” I say.
Sam touches my shoulder, but I push him away. “I need to get inside before I get fired,” I say and walk past him.
It’s a grueling eight hours, but at least I didn’t get written up for being late. No one seemed to notice. All day, the only thing I can think about is getting back to Remy. Whatever this thing is between us feels more real than any other relationship I’ve ever been in before.
I pull into the driveway and see a car parked in front I’ve never seen before. I go inside and Sam is standing next to an older woman who I’ve also never seen before.
“Where’s Bailey,” I ask, assuming Remy must be upstairs with her.
“In her playpen,” Sam says. He has a look on his face I don’t quite trust. Like he’s hiding something.
I go upstairs, taking two steps at a time in a rush to see my daughter and Remy. But when I go into the office, Remy isn’t there. Just Bailey, standing up, crying. I pick her up and go back downstairs.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask, trying not to raise my voice so I don’t upset Bailey more than she already is. “Where’s Remy and why the hell was my daughter alone upstairs crying her eyes out?” I’m pissed, and not doing a very good job at holding in temper in front of this stranger. I know Remy wouldn’t just leave Bailey alone like this. Sam has done something. I feel it in my bones.
“I sent Remy home,” Sam says, raising his chin and setting his shoulders. If I weren’t with my child and this old woman, I would hit that smug look right off his face.
“What do you mean you sent her home?” I demand.
“I didn’t think it was appropriate to have her here anymore, and so I had a babysitting service send someone over. This is Deloris.”
I look at the stranger, my blood boiling over. She has a stern mouth, no trace of the patience or tenderness it takes to watch a busy infant. I’m sure she’s perfectly competent, and no doubt a babysitting service runs background checks, but this isn’t the face I want my child to see day in and day out while I’m working. I want Bailey to feel secure. Remy has a way with her warm smiles and gentle voice of putting people at ease. That’s the face I want my child seeing every day. That’s the face I want to see every day.
“You had no right,” I say, voice dipping dangerously low. I hope he hears the threat in it and isn’t as stupid as he looks.
“Actually, I do. I have every right. This is my house now, and I say who gets to be in it. And I don’t want Remy here,” he says defiantly.
“You don’t get to say who watches my child. You’ve crossed a line this time.” I look at Deloris and ask, “Is there any way I could get you to stay a little while longer?”
She looks confused. So does Sam. “I suppose I can,” she says.
“Thank you.”
I press my lips against Bailey’s cheek and blow ‘kissy bubbles’ against her cheek. She loves the sound and tickle of it, and is always good for a guaranteed laugh. When I’m sure she’s happy and won’t cry, I hand her off to the sitter. As I walk toward the door, Sam calls out, “Where are you going?”
I slam the door without answering.
I’m on the phone, dialing Remy’s number. She doesn’t pick up. Fear and anger surge through me. What if Sam said something to ruin things between me and Remy permanently. This relationship is new and already full of drama. Remy is smart and beautiful and could have any guy she wants. It’s not like she needs to stay and take this kind of abuse. She might think she’s in love with me after having this crush for years, but how long will it take for her to see this broken life of mine isn’t what she signed up for?
I dial the number again, and again she doesn’t pick up. I want to throw my phone in the street and watch it shatter.
I march across the street. Her mom’s car is out front and once I go to her house and Remy’s mom sees how upset I am, she will know there’s something going on between me and her daughter. I doubt she will approve. Her daughter is barely out of high school and I’m twelve years older with an infant and an ex-wife. I don’t exactly have a great track record with women, but that would’ve been different had I ever known anyone like Remy.
Remy probably won’t want her mom to know about us this early in the game eit
her, but I have to see her. I need to know she’s all right.
I knock on the door. Each second that ticks by without it opening feels like an eternity. I’m about to knock harder when it opens. Remy stands in the doorway wearing a summer dress with no bra. Her pert nipples are hard beneath it. It takes all my self-control not to scoop her up and carry her away with me. Her long blonde hair cascades over her sun-kissed shoulders. The skin around her eyes is puffy and red, as though she’d been wiping at them. Had she been crying?
“Did Sam hurt you?” I insist. She won’t look at me. I take her chin in my hand and turn her head so our eyes meet. “Tell me.”
A tear slides down her cheek. I swear to god there’s a bull inside of me about to break out of my skin and go next door to pummel my brother into the ground. I should’ve known better than to move in with him. He’s always been a control freak and always will. But then again, if I hadn’t moved in with him, I never would’ve connected with Remy. That makes dealing with all of Sam’s bullshit worth it. Still, I would love to hit the guy right now.
“Sam thinks I’m going to ruin your life,” she says in the most fragile voice I’ve ever heard. It brings out the protective instincts in me, wanting to protect what’s mine. I want to wrap my arms around her and make sure no one ever hurts her again.
She continues, “He hired someone else to watch Bailey and told me to leave. He wants me to stay and away and think about all the reasons I’m wrong for you.” Her chin trembles and more tears fall from her eyes. “But I can’t think of a single one. I care about you and Bailey. I would never do anything to hurt either of you.” She pauses, then shakes her head. “But maybe he’s right. How will this ever work between us when your brother already hates me?”
I take her by the shoulders, holding her firmly in my hands. “Fuck Sam. He doesn’t matter. He doesn’t know what I want or what I need in my life.”
I lean forward, kissing her on the lips. She hesitates, then pulls away. “I can’t. My mom’s upstairs.”
