CHAPTER TEN
Jared
I barreled past dorm security. The student at the check-in counter tried futilely to stop me, crying out “Hey, wait!” as I swung over the metal turnstiles.
But it was hopeless. Even as he dialed campus security, I was already up the stairs, long legs eating up the distance like an Olympic runner. On the one hand, this was fucking ludicrous. I was a billionaire in a thousand-dollar suit, and I’d just busted into a crummy dorm with exposed insulation and worn-down, saggy furniture.
But on the other, it made complete sense. My girl was here, and I’d go to the ends of the Earth to find her, drag her back from Hell myself if I had to, striking a deal with the devil. And as I flung open the door for the fifth floor, bolting into the hallway, whom did I run into but Abby, coming out of the bathroom.
As soon as she saw me, she drew to a stop. We stared at one another, disbelieving. The yellow walls seared my eyes, how did students get any studying done here? But what really caught my eye was the placard on the door.
“You have co-ed restrooms?” I asked, thunderstruck. “For real?”
Abby turned to look over her shoulder, glancing at the sign.
“Yeah,” she managed in a fairly calm voice. “These are the modern times, not the dark ages.”
I got that subtle dig. Of course, she was referring to the Club and its antiquated ways, the female staff that catered to the all-knowing male members. But I continued, still disbelieving.
“But it’s just for sinks and toilets right? You shower separately, don’t you?” I asked forcefully. “Don’t you?” I insisted, voice rough. Oh shit, I couldn’t stand the thought of my baby naked, those curves slippery and soapy, rinsing herself off as a ton of guys looked on. WTF, WTF? This was a school, that couldn’t possibly be happening here.
But Abby rolled her eyes.
“Of course the showers are co-ed,” she said, exasperated. “But it’s not the way you think. This isn’t some locker room where people walk around naked. There are separate stalls, you can’t see anyone else.”
That didn’t make me feel better at all. Shit, the thought of this nubile, sensual girl naked in the stall next to me, taking a shower? The metal walls wouldn’t stop me, I’d be right in there with her in a flash, helping to soap up that wet cunt, get her good and clean for my dick.
So I grabbed her wrist, ready to drag the female off.
“No fucking way you’re staying here. Co-ed showers? Fuck that,” I growled. But that’s when I saw what was in her hand. Because Abby had hidden her arm behind her body, subtly turning herself so that it wasn’t obvious. But my sudden movement startled her and she dropped what she’d been holding. I froze too, staring down at our feet.
Because it was a pregnancy test. Abby had been in the bathroom taking a pregnancy test and the indicator rolled past our shoes now, bumping along on the cheap carpeting.
“Oh my god!” she squealed, pulling away and making a grab for it. “Oh my god!”
But I was a thousand times faster, and in a flash, the plastic stick was in my hand. I stared at it, squinting. What the fuck did this mean? Of course, I’ve banged a million woman and it’s fucking ridiculous that I don’t know how to read these things. But still, I always make sure the females I drill are protected. It’s just that with Abby, things had been so unexpected, happening so fast that I’d taken that sweet puss without anything. I’d ripped through her hymen, coming in that sweet twat without using anything, without bothering to make sure she was protected. And now this had happened. I grunted, still staring at the plastic applicator.
“So what the fuck does this mean?” I growled, looking at the blue lines. “Why don’t they use English on these damned things, is it so hard to use words instead of Morse code?”
Abby made another grab for it, small hand swiping futilely.
“Give it back,” she panted. “Give it back Jared, this isn’t funny.”
I snorted.
“You’re right, this isn’t funny. Tell me what this means.”
Abby planted her feet then, face flushing pink.
“It means I’m pregnant,” she hissed, eyes shooting daggers. “It means that I’m pregnant with your child,” she spat.
And that was that. In a flash, she was in my arms, that curvy form cuddled close to my broad chest. And just like before, I pounded down the stairs and out the door, racing past the very same student worker.
“Hey!” he cried again, waving his arms. “I see you! I called security, they’re gonna be here any minute!”
The dude was such a scrawny, hapless guy that I didn’t even pause. Clearly, he didn’t have the gumption to stop me himself, he’d let a raging alpha into the building without following, without trying to do anything about it other than pick up the phone. So I completely ignored the weakling, striding outside and depositing Abby in the front seat of my Maserati.