So the unexpected pregnancy was a shocker. His sperm … that virile, delicious male come had worked its magic and now I was going to be a mom. I’d asked around half-heartedly to see if I could figure out who the man was, but unfortunately, there was no way to even get started. I mean, what was I going to say? “So, yeah, I met this really beautiful man at a party, didn’t get his name but I fucked him, and I’m looking for him now?” I’d be laughed out of Dodge. It’s embarrassing but I’d even posted a “missed connections” ad on Craigslist, hoping he’d see it somehow, but attractive men don’t surf the web aimlessly perusing personals.
So I was in a jam. I figured I’d ace my exams, graduate and then contemplate next steps. I just needed some time to clear my head and it seemed like a fine idea, except when I showed up at dinner … and the man was there.
I’d almost fainted when his massive bulk trailed Jenna into the restaurant. He was gorgeous still, dressed in a dark suit, his black hair brushed back from his forehead, commanding, powerful, breathtaking. But my sister … my simpering twin was teetering on high heels and a tiny dress, with a big diamond ring on her finger. What? How? Was this the secret boyfriend she’d missed so much class for? I mean, really? Mom and I were supposed to have a quiet dinner for two, and now Jenna had somehow magically appeared with my man in tow.
Bile rose in my mouth, the acid stinging the back of my throat like pure poison. Could this really be happening? Could my sister’s fiancé be the father of my child? It was too much and I had to leave the table. Mumbling excuses, I pushed my chair back hastily, knocking my napkin to the floor.
“Come back soon, pretty lady,” drawled Matt, my soon to be brother. Oh god. Matt was handsome as sin, I admit, but the whole situation was overwhelming. I’d sucked his brother’s balls already … oh god.
I stumbled into the ladies’ lounge, breathing a sigh of relief and leaned against the door as soon as it slammed shut. The perfume in the lounge was strong but at least it was quiet, with no one else in sight. I needed to catch my breath and just relax for a moment, get a hold of myself before making my way back to the table.
No such luck. Someone pushed, hard, against the door, and I was flung to my knees against a puffy ottoman, the purple sofa breaking my fall.
“Ooof!” I gasped, out of breath, turning my head in disbelief. Someone clearly needed to go to the bathroom bad.
But instead, it was the big man. Jake. He stepped inside, ominously looking around to make sure the restroom was clear before locking the door behind him.
“What’s your problem?” he growled, his face a mask of disgust.
“What’s my problem? What’s yours?” I hissed back, trying to right myself, pulling my dress down futilely.
He glanced around momentarily. Like any ornate ladies’ lounge, there was a front area for primping complete with cosmetics, body lotions, and three overstuffed couches upholstered in lavender. The restroom area was in the next room, the bright white walls stark and gleaming. “Pretty nice set-up, huh,” he grunted.
And in flash, he was on me. “Where the fuck have you been?” he growled into my throat as I squirmed beneath him. Not waiting for an answer, he seized my mouth in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips, tilting my head back for some thorough penetration. I fought back at first, pummeling that hard male chest, kicking at his shins.
“Mmm, I love it when you fight,” he groaned into my mouth. “Wildcat,” he said, grinding his crotch against me.
The truth is that I loved it. I loved having that big male body in my arms again, sprawled under the sofa beneath him, pinned by his massive weight. I felt my pussy begin to run, my nipples brushing his hard wall of chest as I breathed in his masculine scent, his arms crushing me, his dick an iron rod against my tummy.
And I worked it like a slut. I whimpered and squirmed against him, tantalizing that pole, the heat between my legs intense, drawing him in like a moth to flame. He pulled away a moment to unbutton my dress, chuckling at the warm flannel against my skin.
“Hmm, still plaid, huh?” he murmured before delving into my mouth again. But I didn’t give a fuck. I just needed his heat inside me, to be impaled on his fuckpole once more. When my boobs were revealed, encased in the tiniest of lace bralets, he kissed a creamy curve before lasciviously pulling down the fabric to reveal deep pink, hard-as-rock nipples.