“Always,” she admits.
“Same for me. I’m always hard for you.” I scissor my fingers inside her cunt and enjoy the feeling of the hot suck of the channel around my digits. Time for my dick. I fit the head of my cock at her entrance and rise up above her body. She stares at me with trust and love. “Let’s make a baby,” I tell her. If we had a kid, she’d never leave me. We’d be bound together forever.
A slow smile spreads across her beautiful face. “Really?”
“Yeah. I want to see your stomach big with my kid. I want us to be a family.”
She drags me down so our mouths meet. “Then give me a baby, Linc.”
I shove inside of her, fucking her with long, hard strokes until she’s a trembling mess around my dick. She begs me to stop and in the next breath, orders me to fuck her harder. I keep going until her cream coats my dick and her screams of ecstasy ring in my ears. Cum shoots out, filling her cunt, swimming up the stream of her love into her womb. Yeah, we’re making a baby.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cherry
I rub the sleep out of my eyes as I reach for my phone. I almost roll off the sofa, forgetting I’m not in my bed. Yesterday was emotionally exhausting for me and I’m guessing that I crashed.
“Careful.” I look over to see Brian standing in my kitchen drinking a glass of orange juice.
“I passed out.” I sit up, looking around for my phone. Thoughts of everything that happened yesterday threaten to overwhelm me. Is it possible I was dreaming? Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I close them tightly, still holding on to the hope that it was all a dream.
“A good cry will do that to you. A lot happened yesterday, it’s understandable.”
“So it was real? Great.” I stand remembering I left my phone in the bathroom. I make a b-line for it, hoping that all of this was a misunderstanding. That my life isn’t a mess.
“I’ll make pancakes,” Brian calls after me. I find my phone. I will myself not to cry when I don’t see any missed calls or texts from Linc. I give in, calling him. It goes straight to voicemail this time. I try to track him but get nothing.
“Get it together. It will be fine.” I look in the mirror. My eyes look tired. This cannot be good for the baby or me. “You and Linc will be fine. You always are.” I let out a long sigh, washing my face and using the bathroom before I make my way back into the kitchen. Brian has made himself at home cooking us breakfast. I know I didn’t have any of the groceries he’s using to make all this. Which means that he brought everything with him. I’m lucky to have him.
“Did he call?” he asks, setting down an orange juice along with my vitamins onto the table.
“No.” I shake my head, downing the pills and half the OJ. I debate if I should call Nick or Benjy to make sure everything is okay. But I decide not to get them involved. They probably already know, and neither one of them reached out to me or tried to talk sense into Linc. None of this makes any sense to me. How could he send me a text like that and then up and disappear? This is not like him at all. I’m fighting with myself not to believe what Brian said was right. That people change. That explanation doesn’t sit well with me.
“Want bacon?”
“Who doesn’t want bacon?”
“Good point.” He pulls the bacon out of the fridge. I am lucky to have a best friend who can cook. “Are you social media stalking?”
“No. Linc doesn’t do social media.”
“But do his friends?”
“Nick does.” I’m not big on social media either. I was before when I ran theirs. Now a professional does it. Nick is heavy into it, though. He is always posting something. I go to his Instagram page and see that he does in fact have new stories. I anxiously click through them. I’m not sure what I’m expecting to see but I feel nervous.
The first one is of them at the studio. I can’t help but smile when I see Linc off to the side. I’m not even paying attention to whatever Nick is going on about. The next one starts outside of a strip club. He pans over to the sign. My stomach drops at the thought of where this is going. The next is hours later. He’s got the camera out. I can hear Benjy loud and drunk in the background. A woman is walking toward them, her mouth moving but the music is too loud for me to hear what she’s saying. Her clothes leave nothing to the imagination and I’m guessing she works there.