by Kay Blake
She laughed, sarcastically. “So, now I’m stopping you from playing football. I thought I was more than that, but what did I know. My mistake.”
“No, that’s not what I think nor what I meant. She just goes overboard sometimes.”
“And that makes me feel better how exactly?”
Sighing, I moved closer to her.
“Leah? Baby, let’s not fight okay. I don’t want to fight with you. I don’t want an argument. I just want to enjoy the rest of my night with you okay?”
“Uh huh,” she said sarcastically.
“You think I’m lying?”
“I don’t know what to think. I’m just over today.”
“Why must you always be this way? Do you like fighting with me?
“You know what, Adrian? I’d rather you left. I want to be alone.”
She turned to walk away and I ran after her.
“Leah, please turn around. I didn’t mean that baby. I just don’t want to fight with you.”
“Do I? Do I really? Your mother called me a whore, and you think I want to fight with you. I want you to fight for us. You wanted this so bad you said, and then you go on this whole tangent about your mom. I get it. She’s your mom, but I’m not some random girl you fuck occasionally. Or maybe I am. Maybe that is what this whole stupid thing is. An occasional fuck that lasted much too long.”
“Let’s talk inside. Everyone doesn’t need to know what we’re fighting about,” I said, noticing the attention we were getting.
“They know everything else right? They probably know every single girl you fucked don’t they,” she said her voice raised. She started walking towards the building.
I followed behind her trying to keep my anger in check. She was pissing me off. Once we got inside, I followed her to her room.
“Why are you even here? Go back and be your mother’s favorite son. You don’t need to worry about me now. I’m fine. I don’t need this crap. I don’t need you.”
“She’s my mom!”
“So, she gets a free pass to be disrespectful?” she yelled back.
“No. I...You wouldn’t understand.”
“How wouldn’t I? I have a mom too. And yes she loves me and sometimes gets on my nerves, but I wouldn’t let her say that about you. I would never let that happen. You can worry about the wellbeing of your child without resorting to insults. It isn’t that hard.”
“It’s not the same thing.”
“How isn’t it? Yes, you love your parents, but it doesn’t mean tolerate things like that either. But of course, I’m the one being difficult right,” she yelled pacing again.
“I didn’t say that,” I yelled at her.
“You didn’t have to. My apologies for being the girl you fucked when you wanted to get one off. I guess you’re bored of me now, so you send your mom to make it easier on you!”
“Wait? What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Sending her to do your dirty work. I bet this isn’t her first time covering for you. You get what you want and then you move on to the next one.”
“Stop it.”
“And then you play the same game you play with me with some other girl. The same cycle. Girls being too dumb to know the difference. Like me, apparently!”
“Leah—“
“Then you go and sleep with someone else like it’s nothing. Like I meant nothing to you. Like I mean nothing to you. It was all about sex, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it? You stupid, stupid jerk!”
“Damn it, Leah! Stop it. Just fucking stop. Fuck!” I yelled, punching the wall behind her.
She froze then, her eyes wide in fear. She trembled. I calmed down a bit breathing in heavily with a sigh.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I would never put my hands on you. I’m mad. You won’t stop. You are saying things that aren’t true.”
She said nothing.
“You are always so riled up about things. I don’t see you that way. I want to be with you. My mom has nothing to do with that.”
“If you say so…”
“No! You listen, damn it! Listen. I’m with you because I want to be with you. Nobody can change that. Okay?”
“Maybe I don’t want that anymore.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means what I said.”
“You don’t mean that Leah!”
“Yes, the fuck I do! I can’t do this. I don’t know why I let myself even get involved with you. This isn’t me.”
“Don’t say that,” I said half pleadingly closing the space between us.
“I don’t owe you a damn thing,” she retorted.
“Why are you doing this? Are you trying to intentionally piss me off? It’s fucking working.”
“Good! Now you know how I feel. How you made me feel by letting that happen. I’m serious though. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“You don’t mean that,” I said, ignoring what she was saying. I moved in closer now, her body so close. I could smell her scent. She was wearing something that smelled like apples. I could feel her anger. But, I was angry too. So angry with her. So angry with myself for still wanting her even after she pushed me away.
Grabbing her face in my hands, I kissed her angrily, feeling too much and, all at once. She opened her lips for me to invade her mouth with my tongue, I groaned. I wanted her so bad. So bad. My hands traveling up and down her spine, and I could feel her body tense up before she relaxed. Picking her up, I held her ass in the palms of my hand and placed on the bed. There was no way I was going to be able to contain myself.
The dress she wore allowed for easy access and I stuck one finger inside of her. She moaned, panting.
“You’re so wet, Leah. So wet. This turns you on? Fighting with me turns you on?” I said in half disbelief, but not really caring. She squirmed, and I slid another finger inside of her. She moaned then, but I was angrier than I’ve been. She tightened around my fingers, she was close, but I wasn’t letting her get off just yet.
“I want to taste you. No, I need to taste you. Get my tongue between those lips of yours,” I said gruffly.
I darted my tongue over her clit, lapping at her, and biting her. She cried out involuntarily panting, as I took her swollen flesh into my mouth. Tasting her, burying my tongue inside her. She was an addiction. I couldn’t get enough of her. The whiny sounds she made seem almost primal, and she shook as an orgasm taking over her. It was a beautiful sight, and my dick twitched as she moaned loudly, her fingers gripping the sheets, trying to crawl away from me. But I held her steady as she moaned.
“You like this? You like me being rough for you? You want me like this? Fighting and pleading with you Leah, baby?”
“Yes. God, yes!” she said. I could see her stomach clench as she moaned again.
I looked at her lips that were now wet and swollen, her mouth partially open and I groaned again. Fuck, she was making this so hard for me. She grabbed my hands and held me down to her as she kissed me again, her body bucked against mine. My dick was so hard that it strained my pants.
I pulled my pants down and slid inside of her. Fucking her slowly at first enjoying every moment of how her body reacted to my touch.
“Adrian,” she said again, her voice sounding wounded and I gripped her thighs tighter moving in and out of her.
“Is this my pussy?” I said, my voice not sounding like my own.
“Yes.”
“Say it is my pussy. Tell me it is mine.”
“It’s yours, Adrian.”
“Always?”
“Yes. God, yes. Always.”
“And you belong to me?”
“Yes. Baby yes. Oh my God!” she screamed out and her body stiffened, her eyes rolling back as she came all over my dick.
But I wasn’t done. I grunted, pulling one of her legs, my hips working quicker until I reached my release, waves of pleasure rolling over me. I leaned over her, kissing her stifling the screams that came out of her mouth, as I p
umped in and out of her until I couldn’t anymore. I was sure if I had her against the wall instead I would’ve collapsed.
My breaths were heavy, as I slid out of her and moved so I could lie next to her on the bed. It then hit me that I didn’t use a condom.
“Baby, we didn’t use a condom,” I said.
“I know. I…we were caught up,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m on the pill though. It should be fine. I hope. And, I’m clean.”
“I am too. You’re the only women I’ve slept with unprotected,” I said.
There was silence, but both of us breathing heavy. Her body curled into mine. We laid like that for a while before she spoke.
“You know, your mom already doesn’t like me and she doesn’t even know me. How do I compete with that? How would competing with her even be an option? You think I don’t know the routine of mama’s boys and what not. I do and I don’t want to deal with that. No matter how sexy the son may be. I just don’t want to be second to any guy I am with. I would always feel that I would come second to your mother. I can’t do that. I just can’t.”
I chuckled and she rolled her eyes.
“So, this is funny now.” She scowled.
“No. Of course not. I like how you get when you are angry. It’s so sexy. You have no idea how it is for me when I see your face all scrunched up with anger.”
“Isn’t that how we got into this position?”
“Yeah. But it was good. Fucking great actually.”
“It shouldn’t have happened.”
“Why not?”
“Because I let a moment of pleasure change my mind. It’s sex and I let it happen.”
“Aloha au ia’oe, Leah. I love you. I don’t want to lose you over something like this.”
“Pouring it on kind of thick, don’t you think?”
“No. I mean it. I care about you. More than I’ve ever cared about any girl before. I don’t know if it’s your sass. Maybe it is. But I can’t stay away from you. Not even in the slightest. ”
“You don’t get it. I feel like I need to be with you. It’s like I can’t breathe if I’m not around you. You consume me. All of me. And I don’t know how to handle that. So, when someone says something like your mother said, I don’t know how to deal with that either. Especially, when I know what I feel,” she said softly.
“It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks about us. I don’t care if the whole damn world thinks we are wrong for each other. What I do know is how I feel when I am around you. You are the only thing that makes me happy outside of football.”
I kissed the top of her head and she sighed into me.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to.”
“If you love me like you said you do then you would know that I need to be loved so much that I can’t stand it.” Her hands trailed against my chest.
“And that’s one of the things, I love about you,” I said. If you would’ve asked me this a few months ago, I would’ve denied it. I would’ve downplayed the fact that I even liked her. But I knew this was more than that. I loved her.
“I think I love you too,” she whispered.
“Really?” I said, happy that she said it back.
“Wait? You think?”
“I don’t know if I want to, but I do. I also like your drive. I like how when you play you leave it all on the field.”
What else do you like about me?”
“That you are hands down the sexiest guy on this campus.”
“And?”
“Ego much?”
“I may never hear this again.”
We both laughed.
“And that’s even though sometimes you may come off as a guy I wouldn’t want around me, I do like being with you.”
“You do?”
“I think so. I’ve never felt any of this before. Even with the sex, it was so much more intense than it should’ve been. Like we connected on a whole different level.”
She was right. I felt that too. The need to be under her, in her and pleasing her until she begged me to stop.
“I love you too, my little sassy minx.”
She snorted and sighed. I held her, my massive arms cradling her body to mine. At the moment, nothing else mattered. Not my parents. Not football. Just Leah and me. Together and feeling like with her by my side there was nothing that I couldn’t do. Nothing I couldn’t beat. The world was our oyster and I was excited about what that would mean for us as a couple. We cemented our feelings by having the best sex I had ever had, even if it was angry sex.
I could feel her body as she relaxed, but I couldn’t. My mind was racing. Would she want a life with me out of college and that included football? I didn’t have much time to think about it though, because my eyes got heavy and I found myself in the most peaceful sleep I’d had in a long time.
Chapter Twelve
Leah
The contents of my stomach came up once again and I hurled into the toilet, my skin clammy and flushed. This had been going on for almost a month now.
The first time it happened, I was at Adrian’s home game and had to leave the stands to get to the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” Marcy asked as I stepped out of the stall.
“I don’t know. Ugh, I feel really sick though,” I replied.
“Maybe you should go to the doctor.” Marcy was worried. She bit her nails whenever she was nervous.
“I’m fine. It is probably a stomach bug.”
“I swear if you don’t go, I will call your parents,” she said threateningly.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“I would because you got me worried. You haven’t been eating well either.”
“If it gets you to stop with the threats, I will go. After my next class.”
“Good,” she replied with a half-smile.
But even as I made that agreement, there was the part of me that suspected what it might be. I didn’t know how because I took my pill every day. But just as I was about to get ready for my class, I had to rush to the toilet all over again. The stomach acid made me feel worse, as I threw up everything that I had already tried to eat. It was then that it confirmed my suspicions.
“I’m bringing you a test. You lay down and relax,” Marcy said, rubbing my back. I cleaned my face and sighed. She walked me back to our dorm room, and I laid on my bed.
“Don’t do anything crazy. Just relax. I will be back with some ginger ale and a pregnancy test,” she said.
I barely could nod, but I pulled the covers over my head, closing my eyes.
What seemed like hours later, but in reality was about an hour, Marcy came back in with a bag full of stuff. She sat on the bed next to me. I was half asleep, but I knew it was her.
“How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know,” I said with a half sob. I was also extremely moody. Moodier than my norm.
“You want to take the test now?”
“Aren’t you supposed to wait until morning as that is usually more accurate that way?”
“We could. However, in light of the way you have been feeling, I don’t think we can wait until morning. Besides, it’s better we know now rather than later,” she said sounding like my mother.
“Fine. I will take it now. If it gets you off my back,” I said sharply. “I’m sorry. I’m on edge.”
“It’s fine prego.”
“Ha ha,” I said, rolling my eyes and going to the bathroom. Marcy grabbed the test following behind me. Once inside, I opened up the box and read the instructions. Pee on the stick, wait 3 minutes. Not too hard. So I did what was asked and Marcy set her watch to wait for three minutes. It was the longest three minutes of my life.
Once her watch started beeping, I looked down at the test, my nerves on edge. When I saw the results, my heart plummeted into my stomach and I started trembling with so many emotions passing over me. There on the stick were two pink lines. Not the one line that I was hoping for, but two. I was terrified. I was o
n the pill. I took it religiously. But here it was slapping me in the face, that the pill might not have meant a damn thing. And what was I going to do with a baby and how would Adrian take this. I tried to think of all ways this could’ve happened, and then it hit me. The day after I was with him on the boat, I took my new pack of pills a day later than normal. Shit!
“Wow. Congrats?” Marcy said not sure of what my response was.
“What am I going to do?” I said absent-mindedly.
“Look at it like it’s a blessing. I know the timing kind of sucks, but this doesn’t mean your life is over. It could be just beginning,” Marcy said.
“You sound like some kind of motivational speaker,” I replied.
“But you love me. And I’m right.”
“I’ll let you have that. I think one of my biggest worries, is that I don’t know how to tell Adrian.”
“Just tell him the truth. I think he’ll be okay with this, but if he isn’t I will kick his ass. I don’t care how big he is.”
We both laughed at that.
“For now let me just get okay enough to make it to the game. I can deal with Adrian later.”
But he has his whole life ahead of him. What if football is more important? What if he wants to break up now?
Marcy nodded, grabbing my hand. I threw the test in the garbage. I couldn’t walk around with that on me all day. This was the second to last game before the Peach Bowl. The Vipers record was 8 to 2. I was sure they would win this one, and hopefully, Adrian being in a good mood would change the worry I was feeling.
But I couldn’t focus. My mind was on the fact that I would be a mom. For most of the game, I zoned out. My thoughts were all over the place. I could see Marcy stand up, as the crowd around me let out a collective gasp, and I looked up to see someone running onto the field. I stood up trying to see what had happened.
“I think someone’s hurt,” I heard someone say from behind me. I stood up then, trying to see who it was, looking around the field to see Adrian’s jersey. I couldn’t see it. It was then that I saw Tommy hovering over the field, that I realized who it was. It was Adrian. The team surrounded him, but I needed to get to him. I needed to be by his side. Moving off the bleachers, I made my way down running onto the field. I didn’t care that I could potentially be stopped, I had to make sure he was okay. Other staff members of the team tried to stop me until Tommy spoke.
