Rock Hardest (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

With my gentle guidance, she started to move, getting a little more confident with each pump.

Her arms around my neck, we kissed hard as she started to bounce on my cock, fast and concentrating intently, as if she were riding a pogo-stick going downhill.

Her pussy clenched, muscles tensing, as we came together.

“Sorry.”

My seed had filled her and now flowed out of her pussy in milky rivulets.

“It’s okay,” She laughed. “I like it; feels really good.

“I never knew that.”

“It’s part of the reason we let it happen. Or so I assume.”

“Makes sense.”

“Did you say something about a nap?”

“Indeed, I did.”

“Sounds great.”

I hauled myself up, then Ashe wrapped her legs around me.

My hands under her sweet ass, we went up to the bedroom.

Chapter Fourteen – Ashe

It came on fast. No time to waste. Pounding to the bathroom, hoping I’d be on time, I wished Varg was there, but I also didn’t. I was wanting his help but not wanting him to see me this way. I didn’t want to fall in his estimation.

I knew he loved me, but even that could be dented by what was about to happen. Nothing like seeing your true love hurl to bring in some unwanted perspective.

I’d only been an adult for a year or so, but I already knew it was overrated.

I knew without knowing.

Like hearing a song in your head before it came on the radio. A bit of data, at the time tangential, started coming back at once.

It wasn’t the flu, that was for damn sure, though that was what I told my bosses at DreamTime Publishing. Their response predictably sweet and coddling. Of course, I could do my assignment from home, no rush.

The fact I was in the beginning stages of an unplanned pregnancy was unlikely to provoke such empathy. The only consolation in it all was the fact that I was in what would have once been called my ‘prime.’ I should be able to get through things with minimal risk.

Carrying the kid was going to be the easy part.

Telling Varg was something a little harder.

It was my fault, at least a little. Varg had cum in me, but I’d liked it, and neither of us had thought to use a condom.

The decision had been a spur of the moment thing. He might have pulled out, but I also didn’t really blame him for not doing that, being freshly deflowered and all. It could have been a first for him too.

“Mom. Mother. Mama, Mommy.”

I tried them all on, in turn.

It was not good. None of them would stick.

Probably because I was barely not a kid myself. In the grand scheme, anyway.

That was one of the downsides to perspective. It could make you realize just how insignificant you were.

Still in the early days, I wasn’t really showing yet. Nothing that could be considered more than a little extra weight, anyway.

I was looking forward to it, in a way. Not the back and boob aches, or other things I’d read about. More the having the little life inside me. Feeling it move as it grew. It seemed impossible, even if it happened all the time. Something I was built for.

The timing could have been a bit better, but I liked to look on the bright side. It kept things from getting too grim.

Life went on as before. Places to be and promises to keep, the triumph of my friends hopefully providing salve for my own wounded heart and bruised pride. I was merely mortal, subject to the same laws as others. It didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun. There could be parties at the end of the world.

The place I had to be now was Summerfest.

I’d heard about the event planning, even sat in for some of it. Not even Becca’s schematic ramblings could do it justice. It was like something a fairy would have come up with, out of nothing.

The stages and stalls were all picture perfect. Like a Victorian carnival painting with electricity.

“You made it.”

“Of course I did.”

Stephanie looked dubious, but she always did. Her eyes did much of her talking for her, looking like the color of skepticism. It was a look I’d gotten to know well over the last couple weeks. Especially as Varg got ready for the Summerfest concert.

“Are you feeling okay?

“Sure, who could be sad in this wonderful place?” I lied.

“You’re pale.”

“I’m Irish, remember?”

“No, I mean even more so than usual.”

“I guess I need to eat more iron.”

“Yeah, that’s probably it.”

She rolled her eyes.

Women just knew, somehow.

She didn’t believe me, I could tell that much. On the upside, she loved me enough to let it go for the moment.

I’d hear about it later, probably at length, but even she wouldn’t ruin Ragnar’s big night with drama.

She was on me right after the gig, appearing like a spirit from the night as the crews packed everything up. Karin was against her in a snuggly pack.