For Crying Out Loud: The laugh out loud romantic comedy that everyone's talking about! (The False Start Book 1)

by J. Preston

  “Fuck, kitten,” he gasps. “You’re driving me crazy. Your little moans…the way your body responds to me. You’re just…so beautiful. So perfect.” His voice is rough and full of desire, and I quirk a half smile before removing my hips from him.

  I reach down and pull his boxers off, letting him finish the job by kicking them off with his legs.

  “Mesmerizing,” I mutter in awe, looking down at his penis. He is fully erect and ready. I reach with my hand and stroke him. Aiden gasps and moans at my touch but doesn't tell me to stop, so I continue in my exploration. He looks large, and I’m starting to get nervous about how the hell he is planning to fit himself into me.

  Aiden moans loudly and pushes his hips up, and my fingers grasp around his length. He inhales loudly, then, with one quick movement of his body, he changes our position.

  One moment, I was on top of him holding his smooth penis in my hand, next he’s on top of me, his hand between my legs, his fingers parting my folds. I gasp and start moving against him, a new wave of desire making its way up and down my body.

  “I’m going to make you come again and then…” His voice is hoarse, and I stop his words with a kiss. I’d rather not know what’s coming. I don’t want to get nervous again. I just want to feel, experience this. I just want him.

  He rubs me with his fingers, making me writhe with pleasure with each stroke of his hand. Soon, he enters me with his finger and strokes. It’s easier this time. I can feel how wet I am around him as he moves in and out while his thumb rubs at my clitoris. Soon, the second finger joins, and then the third. Aiden stretches me in the most pleasurable way possible as I move against his hand, anticipating the feeling that starts building in my core.

  I climax so hard I thrash against the bed, moaning Aiden’s name, praising him to God. His lips cover mine, muffling my screams of pleasure as I ride to bliss against his hand. His hand moves away when I finally stop coming, his lips still on mine, kissing me desperately as he reaches to the side of the bed. I hear foil rustling, and the lightbulb flashes in my head.

  I deepen the kiss in anticipation as he lowers his body back onto me, and the tip of him presses against me. He stops kissing me and looks at me with deep emotions of concern. “This might hurt a little.”

  “Okay,” I nod and press myself against his tip, wrapping my legs around him.

  He goes slowly, stopping every few seconds to ask if I’m okay. Each time I nod, even though it hurts, and push him further in with my legs. Tears gather in my eyes. He is not even halfway in, and I don’t think I'll be able to take anymore. He instantly pulls out and starts kissing my face, my eyes.

  “I hurt you,” he says. His voice is strained, and I can’t imagine the self control he must possess to stop so abruptly when I could clearly see the pleasure on his face just a second ago.

  “Just a little. It’s okay though, it’s bound to hurt.”

  “We can wait, next time maybe,” he says, and, in that moment, I love him even more. All I want is for him to feel the pleasure he just gave me. Determined, I squirm from under him and straddle his hips, positioning myself just above him. His eyes grow large.

  “This way, I can stop if it hurts. I’m in control,” I say as I stroke his cheek. I don’t let him respond. Instead, I lower myself down onto him slowly. This time it’s easier, and when his tip is inside me and his eyes roll in pleasure, a shiver runs down my spine, causing a surge of bravery.

  Without a thought, I slam down on him, taking him in fully, gasping as a sharp pain takes my breath away. Aiden moans as his body jerks upwards. “Fuuuuck.” I can hear his whisper as he sits up and his mouth connects with my nipple.

  Although it hurts, I move my legs so that they once more wrap around Aiden as his arms pull me into him. His lips frantically kiss my collarbone and neck. I move a little against him, causing him to curse again.

  I’m getting used to the feeling of him inside me and gently start to rock against him. I’m not moving him in and out much. I think it’s mostly the movement inside of me. Little circles and gentle back and forth with my hips, but he seems to respond, and, before long, he is breathing heavily, rocking against my movement.

  It’s easier now, and I allow deeper and faster movements. Aiden responds to the change with a loud grunt. I become bolder with my movements, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Aiden kisses me deeply and skillfully flips us over, landing on top of me. He starts moving in and out of me, faster and faster.

  The sounds of our bodies almost makes me giggle. Almost, because, at some point, this became less funny and a whole lot more pleasurable. Don’t get me wrong, it still hurt like hell, no small part to Aiden’s monster dick, but I could understand how this could feel amazing.

  The thing that gave me the most pleasure was seeing his face as he moved inside me, his eyes locked on mine, his lips parted.

  “I love you,” I mouth as his breathing gets ragged and movement becomes erratic.

  Three simple, little words, but they seem to push him over the edge as his beautiful face contorts in pleasure. His movements stops, so I rock against him instinctively, letting him ride his wave of pleasure.

  His lips seek mine out as he tries to catch his breath.

  “Jenny,” he gasps in between kisses. “I love you.”

  34 So Fucking Much

  I’m not bossy, I just know what you should be doing.

  - Carter

  Jenny

  The morning sun dances on my face, bringing me back to reality and making me sigh with contentment.

  Last night, damn. Last night was just…perfect.

  I stretch my body under the cover of Aiden’s thin sheet, my eyes still closed. I should feel different. More mature, maybe, like a woman?

  Is my life going to change now?

  Apart from some soreness, which was to be expected, I feel exactly the same, giddy with love and excited at the prospects of what’s to come.

  The ‘first time’ that everyone talks about, the one in all the movies, the one in all the books where the couple makes love twenty times during the night and orgasms simultaneously, not very possible. At least, not in our case, since Aiden is rather on the largish side.

  Even though he took care of me, treated me like a princess and handled me like a breakable egg, it hurt. A lot. The only thing that made it better was knowing that it was with him.

  The man I gave my heart and soul to. Am I silly giving myself to someone so completely at such a young age? In my mind, I have no doubt that Aiden and I will still be together when we’re old and gray, a thought that scares and excites me at the same time.

  "Let me do this right, let me love you." His words from last night make my whole body tingle. The way he looked at me, the way he held me, the way he kissed me. The way his body felt against me, the way his cock felt inside me. Just the memory makes my insides swirl in anticipation.

  Speaking of heat, I could really do with some food. My stomach grumbles in agreement, and I open my eyes reluctantly. My old room, Aiden’s room, is quiet as the sunlight seeps in through the half-drawn curtains. I slowly turn to the side, wanting to look at him, touch him, but there’s no one there. The realization jolts me awake, and I sit up in confusion.

  Then I spot it, the little piece of paper with Aiden’s handwriting on it. I snatch the note with the speed of the French, trying to outrun the guillotine and scan the words, my heart fluttering.

  Kitten,

  I went to get some breakfast for us, and will be back shortly.

  Didn’t want to wake you up, you looked so peaceful.

  Last night…was the best night of my life, but I’ll tell you all about how you made me feel when I get back.

  I love you…so fucking much,

  Aiden

  P.S. If you’re still in bed, naked, when I get back, I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself. Not after last night. Not ever.

  P.P.S. I’ll totally take advantage of you again.

  P.P.P.S. An
d again.

  I grin and fall back onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows. I inhale his scent like a desperate sniffer dog. I’m an addict.

  An Aiden addict.

  There are worse things I could be.

  Like an elf in Santa’s toy factory, all work and no play. Or the Devil. Ha! The She-Devil.

  Ugh, Chloe.

  My train of thought makes my morning seem a little gloomier, and I decide it’s best if I have a quick shower before Aiden gets back.

  I walk across the hall to my room and head into the bathroom. The shower is glorious, and I stand under the hot stream until the skin of my fingertips turns into something resembling prunes. When I’m finally done, I quickly get dressed, choosing black leggings and a loose jumper with a purple happy hippo drawn on the front, finishing this dazzling outfit off with a pair of purple converse.

  I’m utterly sexy, I know. Pulling my wet hair into a messy bun, I check my reflection in the mirror then head back to Aiden’s room. I make the bed and consider arranging myself into a sexy position on top of it, but decide against it. I’m still sore from last night. Plus, who am I kidding, my hippo jumper is a mood killer. My phone is still on the nightstand, so I pick it up, wanting to text Aiden, tell him to hurry back home, hurry back and kiss me senseless again.

  Only.

  It’s not my phone.

  It’s definitely not my phone.

  Because I don’t remember receiving a message like this.

  And the message I see breaks my heart into a thousand little pieces.

  “Stop ignoring me, you’re the father,” it says. Sender: Chloe.

  Somewhere, in the back of my mind, the synapses are working overtime. They know. They know that the phone belongs to Aiden. I’m not as quick though, firstly trying to figure out how Jason’s phone got into Aiden’s room. Because it must be Jason’s, what with Chloe being his ex and all. It takes me another whole minute to accept the truth.

  The message was meant for Aiden, my boyfriend.

  The phone slips from my hand, and when, like a zombie, I lean down to pick it up, I see my phone lying on the floor. It must have fallen down at some point during the night.

  The night I slept with my boyfriend for the first time. The boyfriend who is going to have a baby with Chloe. The boyfriend who failed to tell me about it prior to sleeping together.

  Oh God, what have I done?

  I pick both the phones up and place Aiden’s phone on his pillow, next to the note he wrote me earlier.

  He’s the father…

  So the rumors must have been true. My head spins and my chest constricts. I need air, I need to think. I need to be alone and process this whole thing.

  Why would Aiden lie to me? Why wouldn’t he say anything?

  Well, technically, he didn’t lie. You told him you don’t want to know what happened between him and Chloe. You told him it was all in the past, my inner voice scolds me.

  It’s true. I gave him a clean slate.

  Stupid, stupid girl. But would knowing that they had sex change anything? Probably not much.

  However, knowing that he’s about to have a baby would… At least, until I figured out how to deal with that fact.

  I make my way, blindly, through the hall and somehow I end up in Kitt, my hands gripping the steering wheel, driving around the town, trying to find somewhere where I can sit down and think.

  But why wouldn’t he tell me that Chloe is pregnant? Why wouldn’t he confide in me? My brain is trying to process the information. My vision is blurry and I shake my head, trying to clear it of the fog. Why would he not tell me and then sleep with me? Surely he knows that’s wrong… Bastard!

  I drive around aimlessly for what feels like an hour before I park behind the dorms.

  Hayley will know what to do.

  She’ll tell me I’m overreacting. It can’t be as bad as it sounds. It’s probably just another lie.

  And why hasn’t Aiden tried to call me yet?

  My hand is gripping my phone, and the damned thing has not buzzed once since I left the house. Maybe he’s still out, maybe he doesn’t know I left. I guess he will soon. How will I talk to him then? How will I be able to trust him ever again? I’m not ready to be a stepmother. I’m only nineteen for god's sake!

  I shove the silent torture devise, aka the phone, into my pocket and barge into the dorms. Taking the steps two at the time, I run up to Hayley’s floor, stopping only when I’m in front of her room.

  When I finally get there, seriously out of breath, I bang on her door, desperation making me panic again. She doesn’t answer. She’s either not there or she’s a heavy sleeper. I know that it’s not the latter. The girl gets woken up when a cricket makes a sound, so she must be out.

  Resigned, I slide down the door. The tears I’ve been trying to hold back finally break out and I start crying.

  Way to throw yourself a pity party, my inner voice snarls at me. You’re better than that.

  I know I am, but that doesn’t change the fact that this whole situation sucks.

  So you gave your heart to him, your virginity, your soul… And all the while, he knew he had a bun baking in someone else’s oven. Big deal.

  Well, actually it is a big deal!

  Not if it’s another one of Chloe’s lies. A sliver of hope tugs at my heart.

  It can’t be… It’s not possible for someone to be so evil.

  You’re right. You’ll just have to get used to the fact that the love of your life will marry an Oompa-Lumpa.

  Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!

  Tears start streaming down my cheeks again.

  “Jenny? What’s wrong?”

  I lift my head up and am greeted by the sight of my best friend wrapped in a towel. Her wash bag in her hand. She kneels beside me, looking into my swollen eyes. “Jenny?”

  “Hayley,” I manage to say before the floodgates open again and I break into a full-on ugly cry.

  35 See Her Again

  Life is like a box of chocolates, I need to get one.

  - Jenny

  Aiden

  There’s nothing in the whole entire world that could wipe the grin I’m currently sporting off my face.

  Nothing.

  I even start humming. Humming!

  Humming as I put the finishing touches on the breakfast tray I made for kitten, arranging the strawberries in a little heart.

  There was never any question as to what I should get her for breakfast. Waffles, strawberries, and her favourite mocha latte from the Bean Stop a few blocks away.

  Carefully, I make my way to the bedroom, passing Jason’s door and silently thanking The Guy Upstairs for making sure Jason went to Carter’s after we were finished wringing the truth out of Chloe. I can only imagine how big of a black eye I’d have had if he stayed here. Actually, I’d probably have a couple of broken bones, too. What with kitten being so loud.

  Just thinking about her screaming my name over and over makes my jeans tighten again. I push open the door to my room, expecting to see Jenny sprawled across my bed, but instead, I’m greeted with an empty room, the bed made, cushions arranged. I frown and put the tray down.

  Maybe she’s having a shower?

  That wouldn’t be too bad. I could join her then. Wash her back…and front. I strut to her room and into her bathroom. The mirror is fogged, but the bathroom is empty. Weird.

  Where could she be hiding? Are we playing a game?

  I go back to my room and sit on the bed, searching for clues. Maybe she didn’t see my note? Maybe she thought I just left her alone? Shit! I’m so damn stupid, I should have woken her up. What if the note slipped onto the floor and she never found it?

  But no, the note is lying on the pillow, neatly folded…right next to my phone.

  What the hell could have happened? I hope she’s okay. She would have called me or texted me if something was wrong, wouldn’t she?

  I reach for my phone, open it, and look at the screen.

 
; All I can feel is dread.

  Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.

  You know when I said ‘nothing could wipe that grin off my face’? Boy, was I wrong.

  How could I let this happen?

  The message from Chloe is the first thing I see. A dozen scenarios run through my mind, but my brain knows already. There’s only one explanation.

  Jenny has seen it.

  Jenny has seen it and I haven’t had a chance to explain anything to her yet. I was going to tell her everything today. I had a whole plan. Damn it!

  I scroll through my contacts and dial her number. It goes straight to voicemail. Shit. I try her again and again.

  And again.

  Always the same result. Her cheerful voice instructs me to leave a message, the only thing that answers my call.

  I call Jason. He doesn’t answer either, so I try Carter.

  “Hello,” His groggy voice answers on the fifth ring.

  “Kennedy, is Jenny with you?”

  “What? What time is it?”

  “Is she with you, man?” I almost shout.

  “Jesus!” I hear rustling. “It’s eight a.m! Are you trying to make my life a living hell?”

  “Please, just tell me if she’s there.” My voice breaks. Carter must hear the desperation because it sounds like he’s moving.

  More rustling follows then a muffled, “What’s your name sweetheart?” and, “I’ll be back in a sec.” I start pacing around my room, trying to calm down and stop myself from throwing my phone at the wall. “Unless her name is Katie, and she turned into a blonde, she’s not here,” Carter finally says, his voice hoarse from sleep but also alert. “Care to tell me what happened?”

  “She saw the text…”

  “What text?”

  I fill Carter in on last night’s events, minus the part about Jenny and me, and the way I found my room this morning. “Is Jason with you?” I ask hopefully, maybe she got in touch with him.