by Violet Paige
I pressed my lips against hers. “I’m not leaving.”
“You’re not?”
I shook my head. “No. I told them to find someone else for the mission.”
“Is that even possible?” She searched my eyes.
“I guess we’ll find out.” I grinned, carrying her toward my room.
“And the baby?”
“We will raise our family side by side.” I laid her on the bed, shoving the quilt to the floor. “I’m going to be here for you. For our baby. I’m not leaving.”
She sighed. “Oh thank God. I don’t know how to do this alone. I don’t want to do without you.”
“You don’t have to.” She bit her lower lip.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I heard the worry in her voice.
“Let me show you just how sure I am, doc.” I winked.
Gretchen giggled.
“How many hours until you have to go back to the hospital?” I rolled next to her, drawing her close to my chest.
“I have two full days.” Her eyes lit with seductive mischief.
“Tomorrow, you’ll be my wife.”
“Mmmhmm.” She grinned. “And tonight?”
I chuckled. “Oh tonight, you’re my dirty girl.”
She laughed. “Please, yes. All of that.”
My mouth crushed against hers as my arms wrapped around her neck and waist. I may not have known how to embrace it at first, or how to deal with being a Delta and show responsibility to my family, but Gretchen had shown me. As long as she was in my arms, the two parts of me were whole, and I planned on spending the next two days loving her until she was breathless. Until she knew I would never leave. Until she knew I would protect her and our baby until the day I died.
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One
Lilly
“I am so over this,” Emma said throwing her textbook across the small door room. “Let’s go get some air.”
I looked over at my best friend and college roommate for the last four years. She had already gotten up from her bed scattered with calculous notes and was slipping on some shoes.
“You just sat down,” I said with a laugh.
Unlike Emma, I had been seated on my own bed for the last four hours while I looked over my own notes on criminal courts and judicial systems. It was by far the hardest course I had taken to date in preparation for law school.
“I may have just started, but you have been here forever. You need a break. What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t take one with you,” Emma replied.
“Come on, we can go try out Shakers.”
Shakers was a new club not too far from the college campus. I had heard about it from a few others. It was supposed to be one of the hottest new scenes for hookups. Meaning, it was pretty much the opposite of the kind of place I preferred to hang out.
I hesitated, “Yeah, I don’t know. I still have a lot of studying.”
“No, you don’t. Plus I am sure there is some study saying that too much studying before an exam actually makes you forget.”
I raised an eyebrow at Emma. That was the stupidest reason she had come up with to date. Apparently she thought it was a good one, because she was already trading her tank top for a sequined number that barely covered her huge chest.
“Lil, no excuses. Hurry up and get ready,” she said as if the matter was already closed.
I had to admit a break didn’t sound half bad. I was stressing like crazy over these final exams. In fact I was generally burnt out from the prospects of being a lawyer and I was only pre-law at the moment.
I figured a small break wouldn’t hurt. Maybe it would help me clear my head and start fresh. I reluctantly rolled off my own bed and searched for my shoes.
“You’re not going like that, are you?” Emma asked eyeing me up and down.
“What's wrong with how I look?” I asked as I pulled on a baggy sweater.
“Well, let's start with the fact that you look like you just came from the gym. Or that I would guess under that sweater you're wearing a sports bra. But my biggest concern is the hot mess on top of your head,” she motioned to my thick bun of blonde hair.
“Ugh, now you want me to get all done up? Too much work. Let’s just watch a movie instead.”
“No, we are going out. I need to release some exam stress,” She stated firmly adding some eyeliner and lip gloss to her finished look.
“Just say you want to go out and meet a guy for some random sex, we both know that's what you mean,” I retorted.
“It’s true,” Emma agreed with a shrug of her shoulders. “And it’s not going to happen if I’m standing next to someone that looks like a bag lady.”
Thirty minutes later we were walking out the dorm room and to my car. My hair was curled, my ass squeezed into a mini and my face was caked with makeup, thanks to Emma’s handy work.
It was only May but the days were already starting to feel humid. Luckily the windy city of Chicago always had a nice breeze to move the air. In the winter, with subzero temperatures, it was hell, but with spring in full swing it was a relief to feel the air moving around my bare legs.
“I’m driving,” I said before Emma could say otherwise. “I don’t want to be left at the club again.”
“I hate your car,” Emma sniffed. She also knew there was a good chance she would be going home with someone tonight leaving me to fend for myself, so she didn’t put much of a fight up about it.
“Nobody hates Jeeps,” I shot back.
“They do when they are all old and falling apart.”
“Be kind. Bertha may have some years on her but she still runs fine.”
Emma rolled her eyes before sliding into the well worn passenger seat. I got Bertha from my parents on my sixteenth birthday. It was old and well used then. Five years later, I was pretty sure she was on her last leg. That didn’t stop me from loving her, though.
We got to the club just after dark. It was still a little early for the main crowd but already the place seemed busy enough.
When we slipped inside I had to admit it looked pretty nice. Everything was new and modern. Bodies were already pressed on the dance floor while the first DJ of the night kept the energy up.
Emma and I made our way over to the bar first to get some drinks. I was nursing my beer when Emma insisted we start the night out with something a little harder. Three shots of vodka later I was pretty sure I didn’t give two fucks about how I did on my final exams.
“Maybe if I get you drunk enough, you’ll finally give up that v-card,” Emma said over the roar of the music.
“I’m not that drunk,” I retorted though I did feel a good buzz already.
I noticed that Emma was sipping a drink through a little red straw that had appeared out of nowhere. One was passed in front of me from the bartender.
“From the guys over there,” he said nudging his head toward two guys down the bar.
“They’re cute,” Em said as she smiled shyly back at them.
“Eh,” I responded.
“Oh come on, Lilly, there are two of them, that’s perfect for us. I’d even let you have the cuter one who looks like his shirt is about to rip under all those muscles. I bet he would love to po
p your cherry.”
“Yeah, no thanks. But you have at it,” I told her.
“Are you sure?” Emma said before adding, “Your loss,” and made her way over to the two guys.
I rolled my eyes and rotated back around in my seat to nurse my own drink. The club was hot enough with all the bodies pressing together, but I was still feeling chilled in my little skirt and low cut backless shirt.
I cut a few glances Emma’s way. She was shamelessly flirting with both guys. I wondered if maybe that was the kind of steam I needed to let off.
It was true I was still a virgin. It wasn’t for any religious reasons, I just had never found the one I felt was worthy of giving myself to. But now I was 21 and it was probably becoming more of a shame than a badge of honor.
Em always said a little casual sex was the best way to relax and relieve some stress. I certainly could use some stress relief right now in my life.
I spun around in my seat and scanned the crowd. I had no interest in Mr. Muscles that Em was currently feeling up. If there was someone there, though, that did catch my eye, I might actual go for it tonight.
Two
Barrett
I was feeling pretty shitty as I sat alone at the table my buddies and I had procured. They were all on the dance floor with a bunch of girls from the nearby party school. They couldn’t have been more than nineteen.
I preferred quality over quantity, however. I could have used a release, though, so I scanned the room for a better candidate.
I wasn’t sure what I was dreading more my finals or the fact that end of school meant seeing my parents again. Granted it wouldn’t be for long, but still miserable. They would prefer to spend the summer in Europe, where as I would prefer to be as far away as possible from them.
Dad has scoffed when I told him I had signed up to be apart of the Red Cross medical team in Greece helping the refugees pouring in. In his mind, how profitable was an experience doing charity work when I could do my residency with him. All he ever saw in me was another multimillion dollar plastic surgeon like him, and his father before him.
I had no plans to go down that road. If he thought I would spend the rest of my life catering to the winning of the rich and famous of New York, he had another thing coming. It was something I was actually going to have to bring up to him, unfortunately.
With next year being the start of my doctorate, it would be the prime time to let him know that I wouldn’t be following in his footsteps. I bristled at the thought of that conversation. It wouldn’t take a brain surgeon to know it wasn’t going to go well.
I had just about finished scanning the room, and was about to head home, when she caught my eye. I was surprised to see her sitting all alone at the bar. Usually girls came in hoards to these places.
I licked my lips as I looked over her frame. She had gorgeous golden hair that was just begging to be pulled and bronzed legs that seemed to go on for miles. My fingers were already itching to slip between her thighs.
I stayed in my seat, however, and waited a few beats. I wanted to make sure that she wasn’t actually with someone before I walked over. Finally when I couldn't take watching her any longer, I got up and made my way over.
Leaning on the bar next to her I motioned for the bartender. I didn’t need another drink, but it was something to do. I looked down at her from the side of my eyes.
I could already tell she noticed my presence and was doing her best not to check me out in return. It was a good sign.
I leaned in close so she could hear me over the music, “Hey, you wanna dance?”
She looked at me full on for the first time as if she was sizing me up. I wasn’t one to beat around the bush and it wouldn’t be long before I either gave up on her or took her outside.
“Sorry,” she finally said. I could tell she liked what she saw. “I don’t really do that.”
“Dance?” I said, with a hint of flirtation.
“No, what you mean by dancing,” she shot back just as confident as ever.
I slid into the seat next to her.
“So you don’t really meet new people at a club? Because that was all I was hoping for,” I said giving a charming smile.
She narrowed her honey colored eyes at me then. I knew she could see right through my words and I wanted her too.
“I guess I’m not really the clubbing type at all,” she said by way of explanation.
“But you are here now?” I encouraged.
“Yeah, my friend,” she nudged to another girl a few feet away flirting with two guys, “insisted I come with her. Just to get a break from all the finals shit,” she responded.
“I hear you,” I said with all honesty. “U of C?” I asked.
“No, Northwestern.”
I nodded in understanding. There were more four year schools in Chicago and surrounding areas then I cared to count. It wasn’t uncommon to find a mixing of the different universities in the same area.
“You know,” I said flashing that smile back at her, “A little exam relief might not be a bad idea. From a medical standpoint. It would probably improve your test scores in the end,” I teased.
She gave me a hard stare.
“I’m pre-med. It’s practically my job to know these things.”
“Really?” She said turning to face me. “And how would a doctor suggest getting exam relief?”
“Come with me and I show you,” I added, holding out my hand.
The more I sat with her the more I wanted her. The plunging neckline of her barely there shirt and that tight little mini was making me want to fuck her right here and now.
She hesitated for a moment, however, and I figured we were probably done. I wasn’t going to waste my time on a wilting wallflower, and maybe she wasn’t the type to take a ride with me.
“Okay,” she finally said setting her drink down and taking my hand. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”
I didn’t wait for her to change her mind. I pulled her out of her seat and against my chest. I could already feel the tension growing between us as her breasts pushed against me.
Without a word I walked her through the busy dance floor and to the back of the building. There were private rooms back here for VIP guests. Within five minutes I had her in a curtained off room all to myself.
I didn’t wait a second longer. I sat on the plush couch that lined the back wall of the small room and pulled her onto my lap. She sat on top of me with her legs spreading between me. I swear I could almost see all she was offering to me in that tiny piece of fabric.
I pulled her lips to mine, first, digging my hands into her thick locks of hair. She tasted just as sweet as I had imagined. Instinctively to my touch, she arched her back pressing her breast against my chest as we explored each others mouths.
While I kissed her my hand found the tie at the neck of her shirt and quickly undid it. Her whole top fell to a pool around her hips exposing her whole breast to me. She arched back as I kissed my way down to the first round mound.
I heard a hiss of satisfaction as I took one hard nipple in my mouth. I sucked it hard as I twisted and teased her other. I felt her body shimmy so that her skirt was up around her hips and her legs spread over the folds of my pants.
Her sweet nub rubbed up against the thick shaft begging to be removed from its confines as I teased her tits more. She moaned against me as she rocked more. I could tell she was going to cum already, just from the friction.
I wanted to taste her in my mouth. I turned us both so that she was laying along the couch now and scooted her up so that my face was at level with her. She gave a little gasp surprised by my quick movement.
Under her mini was a thin black lace thong. I sat up long enough to slip it off and pocket it in the back of my pants. Looking up at her I let her watch me as I positioned myself between her legs.
Reaching behind I gripped her bare ass as I lifted her hips so that her sweet nub came up to meet my mouth. She arched her back again against the couch pushing he
r deeper to me.
Splitting her folds with my face, I dove my tongue deep inside her. She was already a little wet, but I was going to make her explode all over me.
First I teased her dipping my tongue in and out and swirling it around the soft bean. I could feel her body moan and spasm under my touch. She was so sensitive I could have teased her all night and still not had enough.
I could feel her climax starting in earnest, so I plunged my tongue deep inside her. I felt her hand grip in my hair as I fucked her hard with my mouth.
Finally she gave a little squeal as her juices poured out from within her. Normally I would have waited for her to come down, but my need was too strong. I sat up and unbuttoned my pants. My dick sprang out ready to take her.
Grabbing her by the hips again, I picked her up and placed her back on top of my lap, this time making sure I slid between her thighs. She hesitated for just a moment, then rocked her hips hard against me.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” I moaned as she rocked them again.
I grabbed her hips and pushed her down on me, encouraging her to take my whole shaft inside her. I felt her thighs relax open as my dick slipped deeper inside her with each thrust.
If she hadn't been tight already, I could feel her body contracting even more around me. She was going to cum again. I grabbed her hips and picked up the pace of her thrusting.
I took her nipple with my mouth and rolled it between my teeth as I pushed her hips into me over and over again. I could feel her hands in my hair again, pulling and tugging more of me inside her.
“Yes,” I moaned against her breast, “Take it baby, Take it from me,” I ordered her.
I was thick and ready to explode. Finally with a last thrust she came hard around my dick. She raised her head and screamed out in pleasure. Her tight cunt around my swollen dick was more than I could stand. I thrusted deep in her one last time and steadied to let my juices go.
