by Lane Hart
When I gesture with a tilt of my head that she should go and give me and Abby a minute, she nods and extracts the crying pregnant woman from her embrace, handing her off to me.
Fuck.
I don’t know what to do with tears and shit. I’d prefer her yelling at me and calling me an asshole to her leaking. The last time she started crying, we went back to her place and I fucked her against the foyer wall before the front door closed. Of course, that came after the sexy little freak got me all worked up by sucking my cock in the backseat of a taxi. Not sure that the sex trick will work this time to stop the tears, though.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her with my hands coming to rest on her bare shoulders because I thought that body part seemed safe. Shoulders are not safe. Now I’m imagining pulling the thin dress straps down to get my hands and tongue on those amazing tits that I can’t stop staring at. And, for some unknown reason, my apology seems to make her tears fall faster. In fact, usually tough-as-nails Abby covers her face and starts sobbing into her palms. When several heads in the room turn our way, for a little privacy, I guide her with my hand on her back into the bedroom I’ve been sleeping in this week.
I pace back and forth along the length of the room, while she sits on the foot of the bed, waiting for her to calm down. My thoughts are all over the place. I’m gonna be a father. How messed up is that? Especially since I don’t know the first fuck about what the job entails. I’m pretty sure that regular ass beatings and tossing your kid into a human cockfighting ring to pay rent are not part of the foundations of a functional household. That’s why I, unlike Linc, have never wanted a family. I’m gonna suck at this shit so bad and end up fucking some kid up in the head. He’ll probably turn into a delinquent. Or, if ET’s a girl, she’ll probably end up being a stripper.
“Karma’s a bitch,” Abby eventually says between sniffles. “With Linc…I told him I didn’t want to be a mother and now…now you don’t want to be a father. I guess I deserve nothing less.” I wince when she hits the bullseye dead on. The truth sounds so bad spoken aloud. Her words instantly make me feel guilty because I want to take responsibility for this, but, fuck, I just don’t know how or if I’m even capable of being a father.
“Abby, look, I…you need to give me some time to come to grips with everything,” I tell her honestly. “I’ve only had, like, three days. That’s not much time to adjust to the idea of being someone’s father for the rest of my life. You’ve had, what, fourteen weeks? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Annnd what I thought was a simple question causes her to start boohooing again, even harder. I leave the room to go get some tissues from the hallway bathroom and come back to offer them to her.
“I was scared I might have another miscarriage,” she tells me when she accepts the wad of paper. “I didn’t want to tell you…until I knew for sure, not that I know for sure since Thomas was twenty weeks…anything could happen and…and I’m scared. I don’t want to lose her, too.”
“Her!” I repeat. “ET’s a…it’s a girl?”
Abby wipes the smudged mascara from her eyes as she nods in confirmation. Oh God. I’m gonna raise a stripper with a billion daddy issues. My legs suddenly feel like I just finished a thousand squats, so I lean my back against the wall to hold myself up.
“Last week, the ultrasound tech told me it was early…but she said if she had to guess…”
“A girl,” I finish.
How old do you have to be to dance naked in public? Eighteen? I’ve got eighteen years to teach my daughter to keep her clothes on. And to stay away from boys, especially ones like me who fuck and run. Oh, shit! What if she gets knocked up? I don’t wanna end up on Sixteen and Pregnant as the idiot dad who gets conned into raising the baby of his bratty teenager and lets her worthless boyfriend move into my house. Hell. No.
“She could be wrong,” Abby says, bringing me back from the hypothetical, shitty future. “It could be a late developing boy.”
“No fucking way!” I exclaim. “If it was my boy, his twig and berries would already be on full display. It’s gotta be a girl,” I assure her. “Can we do like yellow baby shit? Because I despise pink. It reminds me of the nasty taste of Pepto-Bismol, and it’s just so damn…girly.”
“I hate pink, too,” Abby replies softly, wiping away more tears.
“See, this won’t be so bad. We already agree on something.”
She puffs out a bark of laughter but frowns harder. “I’m so screwed.”
“You’re not screwed,” I assure her, even though it’s a lie. We so are.
“I’m already huge and gross. None of my pants fit,” she sniffles.
“You’re not huge,” I tell her honestly. “You’re still tiny except for the baby bump. Okay, so, your titties are huge, but really, it’s always the bigger the better where those and asses are concerned.”
“Ugh,” she says with her shoulders slumping forward. “Don’t lie. I’m fat and repulsive, especially when I’m naked, but the stupid hormones are making me so horny.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked,” I tell her honestly after hearing her say me so horny. That’s always been a fault of mine, saying shit without thinking. Another fault would be doing shit without thinking. But Linc said he didn’t care so…
“No, believe me, you don’t. I’m gross,” Abby whines.
Closing the distance between us, I step up between her thighs and run my fingertips down along the V neck of her dress, grazing the tops of both soft swells. “Show me your titties,” I tell her.
“What?” she exclaims, her red-rimmed, chocolate eyes going wide in surprise. “No way, you perverted jackass.” Despite her refusal, I hear her breath hitch and watch as her nipples harden through the soft cotton. The fact that she insulted me is even more confirmation that she’s turned on and wants me.
Right before we ended up in the cab together that night at the club, she called me an ass dildo. And in the backseat of the cab, her name-calling had escalated with her horniness. I became a limp-dicked bastard before she sank to her knees in the floorboard. When we got to her apartment, all hell broke loose. I was crowned the pinnacle of offensiveness when she hailed me as a giant, cocksucking chode for taking too long getting my dick out to fuck her against the wall.
“Come on. Let me see your big tits and suck on them a little bit,” I practically beg. Abby just stares blankly up at me, maybe trying to judge my sincerity. I’m as serious as a fucking heart attack. “You know you want me to, don’t you, you little slut?” I say to inflame her filthy mouth even more. When she doesn’t respond, I reach up and lower the spaghetti straps of her dress far enough that I can yank the cups down, exposing both full breasts to me since there’s no bra in the way. Fuck, her heavy tits are even better than I imagined. I heft one in each palm and stroke my thumbs over the beaded nipples. But then I have to taste one.
“Oh God,” Abby moans, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. She thrusts her chest out farther when I suck on her nipple. “Easy there, Black & Decker nut-buster. The flopsy twins are really freakin’ sensitive.”
I barely withhold my laughter. When I smile at the creative nickname, her tit slides out of my mouth. “Sensitive good or sensitive bad?” I ask since her body is saying one thing while her lips are saying another.
She blinks her chocolate eyes open to respond. “Good. Really good.”
That’s all I need to know. Lowering my mouth again, I take the wet nipple between my lips, roll it around my tongue and suck on it a little. Oh, yeah. Abby gasps, and her thighs clench tightly around my hips like she’s enjoying what I’m doing. My cock jerks forward against my zipper, seeking her wet heat. As I press forward, the hem of her dress slides up to the top of her legs; and I suddenly need to know if she’s wearing panties or going commando like the night in the club. I slide my hand up her inner thigh until my thumb touches her completely bare pussy.
“Fuck, Abby. Do you ever wear panties?” I ask when I slip a finger inside o
f her wet heat, making her gasp.
“All my panties are too small for my fat ass,” she says.
“Whatever,” I reply. “You just like walking around all day with your pussy out, begging for a cock to fill it.”
“Shut up,” she says as her fingers thread into my hair to guide my mouth over to her neglected nipple. “Oh, that feels so good,” she mutters quietly to herself like she doesn’t want me to hear her saying that she enjoys it.
While my finger slides in and out of her slick pussy, the heel of my hand keeps bumping her swollen lower belly. I finally give in and move my palm up until I’m at the fullest section right below her bellybutton. The bump is harder than I expected, tight and smooth. So this is where our alien is incubating? Our daughter. Abby’s belly feels warmer than the rest of her skin, which explains the whole bun in the oven analogy.
“Stop that,” she says, grabbing my hand and shoving it back down to her pussy. I dip two fingers through her wet folds and push them inside of her, making her eyes close on another moan. “Oh God! I’m gonna come so fast,” she warns. Holding onto my hand with both of hers, she keeps the thrusts moving how she wants them until she clenches around my fingers as I suck on her titty harder. When she cries out, I worry someone might hear her, so I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her for the first time today just to, you know, keep the sound down.
I swallow all her sexy sounds as her body convulses like she’s never come so hard. Now I can’t help but wonder how many men she’s screwed since that night three or four months ago. Fuck knows I couldn’t tell you how many different women I’ve been with. But for whatever reason, I don’t want any dicks in her while she’s pregnant with my baby. That’s like sticking someone else’s toothbrush in your mouth. Wait, that’s sort of how sex always is…
Abby reaches for the front of my pants, undoing the button and zipper like she can’t get them off quick enough. Once my boxers and tux pants are pushed down, she starts working on the buttons of my white dress shirt. I tug on her dress until she lifts her hips to let me pull it down and off. Then she’s scooting back farther on the bed while I shed the remainder of my clothes and follow.
Climbing over her, well, I don’t know what the fuck she was talking about. Her body is incredible, curvier than before and so fucking sexy. She looks almost ethereal…glowing like a fertility goddess laid out in offering before me. And the fact that I made her this way has my chest and my cock swelling with pride. There’s nothing more masculine than being able to knock up a woman, even if it’s by accident. My boys are strong fucking swimmers since they apparently busted through a rubber, responsible for that whole one percent statistic on the back of condom boxes.
Abby spreads her thighs to make room for me, and seeing her glistening pussy has me ready to mount up and fuck her raw. Except, I can’t do that to her. What if I hurt her or the baby?
“I’m gross, right?” she asks, covering herself with an arm around her breasts and one over her stomach. When she starts to squeeze her thighs together, I grab each knee and spread them apart again.
“Would my cock be this hard if I thought you were gross?” I ask her, sitting back on my knees and fisting myself to stroke the growing length.
Her eyes lower to my hand and then back up to my face. “Then what are you waiting for? You don’t need a condom. I mean, they tested me at the doctor, so if you’re okay…”
“I’m clean, I swear,” I tell her. The IFC tests us for everything several times a year, and I’ve only been with one woman bareback once, but that was a year ago. “I’m just…I don’t know how to do this.”
Abby smiles, and then laughter rocks through her body, shaking her in all the right places, including the flopsy twins. “This is proof that you do, Captain Cum Slinger,” she says with her hands framing her lower belly. “But if you need me to, I can draw you a diagram with instructional arrows.”
“You know what I mean,” I tell her with a frown since I’m not that stupid. And she must be dying to put it in if she’s breaking out the word cum in her insult. “Let’s do this with you on top, smart mouth,” I suggest.
“God no,” she says, shaking her head. “You don’t want a cow sitting on your dick.”
“No, but I want you with your huge milk jugs bouncing on my cock.”
“Not gonna happen,” she says before rolling over and getting on her hands and knees in front of me. “There, will this work for you? Do you think you can find your way or do you need to break out the GPS?” she asks while looking over her shoulder.
Oh, yeah, this will definitely work. Her braid is draping down her spine, just waiting to be pulled. And then there’s the curve of her amazing ass right in my face, being offered up to me.
“Just follow the slit in the road to the second entrance. If you drive all the way through the bush, well, then you’ve gone too far. Do you need a pen so you can write this down?”
Slap.
“Ow!” she shrieks after I spanked her bottom to put an end to her wise ass remarks. Kneeling behind her, I have to palm both globes after watching them jiggle. When Abby pushes back, silently asking for more, I can’t hold off any longer. I grab my cock, line him up and thrust forward, filling her in one shove.
Goddamn. I had forgotten how good the silky walls of a woman felt without a condom, the one time in the pool with Hailey is the only other chance I got to feel heaven.
“Ohhh!” Abby moans and lowers her forehead to the mattress while grinding herself on me. I reach around and grab two handfuls of her heavy breasts before I really start moving in and out of her. She cries out with each thrust while I grunt with effort, needing to get deeper, to take her harder.
“You okay?” I ask to make sure I’m not hurting her.
“Yes! I’m so close. Don’t stop!” Like that’s even an option at this point, but I know what she means - don’t come before her. Not gonna happen.
Reaching down underneath her, I try to catch her up. As soon as my fingertips touch her clit, her pussy squeezes my cock and she cries out with her release. She feels too fucking good for me to last a second longer. My hips buck involuntarily as I pulse inside her, loving the fact that we can do this bareback. I sure as fuck could get used to having nothing between us.
“Coming so fucking hard,” I tell her, still busting the biggest nut ever when I vaguely hear a knock. Only when Hailey says my name do I realize that I forgot to lock the bedroom door. Fuck.
Looking over to our right, I see Hailey standing frozen in the doorway, hand still clutching the knob. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” she says before backing away. “I thought you said come in.” With each step, I know she’s definitely moving out of my grasp for good.
“Hailey, wait,” I say to her just as the door closes.
Chapter Two
Abby Merchant
I lie paralyzed in stunned disbelief as Senn pulls out of me with a still dripping dick and quickly dresses after Hailey, Linc’s sister, walked in and saw us fucking. What an eyeful she got too, a full profile of Senn hammering into me from behind.
“I need to talk to her,” is all Senn says before leaving me fat and naked, face down on the bed, to chase after Hailey. I’m too pissed to even cry at the moment, and too exhausted to move. I had no idea him and her…but really, I should be used to this theme by now. I just watched the only man who’s ever loved me marry another woman; and then the guy who knocked me up chase after a woman, right after we fucked for the second time. I’m an idiot for even coming here today. Seeing Linc say the vows to Claire that we were supposed to share was intended to be therapeutic, giving me closure and helping me to finally move on once and for all. Did it? Fuck no.
When we talked during the reception and Linc realized I was pregnant, I could see the disappointment in his eyes that I was gonna have a baby who wasn’t his. Not necessarily because he still cares about me, but because our future together fell apart. I couldn’t give him the family that he wanted more than anything. But now Karma h
as me pregnant with a man who doesn’t even want me or a baby, all at the worst possible time in my life.
Climbing under the covers to get warm, I tell myself I’m only gonna rest for a few minutes before I have to drive back to Cary. When I blink my eyes open again, though, it’s dark outside the bedroom windows. Damn the fatigue. I push myself up on my palms and see from the alarm clock beside the bed that it’s almost ten p.m. Flopping back down on the pillow, I exhale a breath to the ceiling, trying to figure out my next move. Senn’s an asshole, but I already knew that, of course. That’s been a given ever since he snuck out of my bedroom after our one-night stand and later texted me to keep my mouth shut. So why am I currently naked in his bed? That’s easy. He’s a sexy bastard who fucks like a champ. Oh, and I’m carrying his child. Apparently pregnancy hormones make me delusional and shit, like I could be more than just his baby’s mama. For some reason, being around him always brings out this immature, juvenile side of me that results is filth spewing out of my usually clean mouth. He’s just so…cocky, and I want to slap the arrogant smirk off his face or knock it off with insults.
Before I can dress and do the walk of shame from the beach house, the bedroom door opens, the glow from the hallway shining into the dark room before it closes again. The overhead light flicks on, bright and blinding me. Shielding my eyes, I blink at Senn who, judging by his slack jaw, looks surprised to find me still in his bed.
“What?” I ask caustically, sitting up and holding the sheet to my chest to cover my nakedness. “I’m pregnant. I sleep a lot.” There, growing a human being can be used in any and all situations as an excuse.
