That was the sucky thing.
I couldn’t get her pregnant… and I wanted to.
I wanted the baby that she was carrying to be mine.
I wanted her to be mine.
I wanted… a life with her.
Just the thought of her always being mine had me hurrying the speed of my thrusts. Even though she liked it slow, I needed it fast.
And hard.
Obviously, she did too, or she wouldn’t have come on my second fast, hard thrust.
She cried out, her voice ringing in my ear as I buried my face into her neck and started to come.
Hot jets of my cum filled her up, making her even slipperier, and causing my throat to emit a groan that was just as loud as her scream.
Each thrust of my hips caused a jerk of hers, and soon I slowed to an unsteady stop as I realized what, exactly, we’d just done.
I’d made her mine.
She was never going to get to leave now.
I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from keeping her.
“I…” I began just as she said, “I…”
We both burst out laughing.
It was only as our breathing started to even out that we heard it.
“Are you two done yet?” my grans asked. “Because we already carried my couch in, and we’re waiting out here on the porch with yours until you are.”
I dropped my forehead to rest against hers and started to laugh. “I hope you like having someone nosy in your life.”
She ran her soft, silky hand up the length of my back, her fingers encountering a new scar that she hadn’t felt earlier. “I hope that you realize that I come with four.”
My eyes softened at the wounded look that crossed her face.
“Let’s go see them tomorrow,” I suggested as I pulled away from her and allowed her feet to hit the ground. “I don’t want them to think that I’m hiding.”
She sighed. “They will think that I’m still pissed. Which I am.”
She walked to the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me to tuck myself back into my sweatpants after cleaning off with a paper towel.
I went and answered the door to find my grans and Oston sitting on my couch drinking what looked to be a cup of coffee from Panera Bread.
“Sorry,” I said to them both.
I’d long ago lost the ability to be embarrassed by my grans. She was very open and honest with me, and was actually the one to give me and Luca the sex talk when we were both fourteen. She also showed us a plethora of photos of what sexually transmitted diseases did to you if you weren’t careful. She also informed us both that, if we had a child when we were too young to raise it, that she would skin both of us alive.
I was about ninety percent positive that she was joking.
But my grans could be a scary bitch when she wanted to be.
“’Bout time that you made an honest woman of her. You proposed?” she asked. “She said yes?”
My mouth floundered open like I was a guppy.
“Umm,” I started to say.
“Of course he proposed,” Sierra lied as she came out onto the porch. “Do you think I would give him the milk for free?”
“It’s good that he did that,” Grans said, her eyes gleaming. “When will y’all marry? Where’s your wedding ring?”
“You’re getting married?”
The newcomer, Hastings, all but squealed from halfway down the driveway. “Oh, my God!”
The man behind her didn’t look nearly as excited as his wife.
Honestly, he looked downright pissed.
• • •
“You can’t just expect me to be okay with this,” Sammy said. “You didn’t even talk to us.”
“We’re not engaged, dumbass,” Sierra said. “I was just joking. Grans was giving us shit.”
“True,” I said before taking a swallow of coffee. “Why are you here?”
“I’m here because my pregnant wife wanted to go on a walk to your place because she hasn’t seen you in a while.” Sammy leveled me with a look. “And I wasn’t going to let her walk by herself after tonight.”
“What about tonight?” I asked, stiffening.
“You didn’t hear about that young woman that was run over?” he asked. “Where have you been? Under a rock?”
My eyes met Sierra’s, and her face flamed a pretty little shade of red all over again.
“That’s just sick.” Sammy shook his head. “Anyway, there was a woman running alone tonight on the road that Hastings and Sierra run on all the time between our duplex and this place. She was hit so hard it broke her back. They think that she’ll be able to walk again and all that, but for now they’re keeping her in a coma. Luckily they were able to identify her.”
“Why do you look like that right now?” Sierra asked. “What else is wrong?”
“The girl ended up being someone we know’s, um, love interest? I don’t know. He’s a doctor friend. He’s been in love with her for a while. Like a long while. And neither one really acknowledged it. Now he’s feeling like a dumbass for not admitting it.” Sammy shrugged.