Baby Fever

by Landish, Lauren

  Still, I’d wind up in serious trouble if I wasn’t careful. Because of his desperation, Jace was dangerous. He’d already shown he could be forceful. I didn’t know how much longer he would keep taking no for an answer before deciding that he would just take what he wanted.

  I’m sure he thought that once I agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend, it would have been easy to get me to sleep with him.

  The fact that I wouldn’t simply give in to Jace’s crass advances was a major blow to his enormous ego. It killed him that I didn’t just fall on the floor and spread my legs wide for him like I’m sure most other girls did. His bitterness at my rejection showed in every conversation we had. All he could ever talk about was how I could sleep with my stepbrother, but I couldn’t give a nice, honest guy a chance. He didn’t seem to get the clue that by constantly bringing it up, he was being anything but a nice, honest guy.

  Whatever the case, there was no way I was going to sleep with Jace Randall, no matter how hard he tried. Even if Jace were the sweetest guy on earth, I wouldn’t sleep with him. Scratch that—even if he possessed the last dick on earth, I wouldn’t sleep with him. I had a baby and Stefan to worry about. Of course, Jace didn’t know about the baby part, thank God, but that didn’t matter.

  All that mattered to me was getting through the semester without someone getting hurt and then figuring out what to do with my life.

  Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to be easy.

  * * *

  I was walking alongside Jace in the hallways of NSU’s science building to my next class, telling myself that in only a few days, it would be all over. I was ecstatic that I would be free, and if the school found that both Kappa and Alpha should be eliminated despite everyone’s efforts to conceal wrongdoing, so be it.

  I glanced over at Jace, who was wearing form-fitting blue jeans that hugged his firm ass, a white t-shirt, and his NSU jacket, his hair gelled and spiked. Just looking at him made my stomach turn. I should have been flattered that one of the hottest guys on campus wanted to fuck me, but he was a major douchebag and a complete turn-off.

  Besides, I had to admit to myself now that I was in love with Stefan.

  Jace glanced back at me and grinned, his eyes straying down my outfit, flashing with lust.

  I knew I shouldn’t have tried to look extra cute today, I thought with disgust, looking away from Jace’s crude leer. But who knows how long it'll be before I can’t fit into any of my clothing? I’m already dreading having to go up in sizes.

  A size two my whole life, I wanted to dress as girly as possible before I blew up like a balloon.

  So, keeping with tradition, I was wearing a black skirt and white blouse, complete with strapped heels with faux encrusted diamonds, my hair pulled up in a side ponytail. My makeup had me looking extra vivacious, with a colorful eye shadow that made my eyes pop, barely-there pink blush, and a soft lip-gloss on my lips.

  Due to Jace’s lustful gazes, I kept trying to put a little distance between me and him by walking a few feet apart, but every time I did, he would casually wrap his arm around my waist and pull me back in.

  The passive-aggressive move was working my last nerve, which I’m sure Jace was perfectly aware of, but I let him do it because we were supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

  Just a few more days, I told myself repeatedly. And this will all be over.

  A group of Alpha Gamma jocks were gathered in a group down the hall ahead of us, talking and laughing with one another. I recognized a few of them and groaned because I knew Jace would stop to talk to them.

  “I’m going to go ahead to class,” I informed Jace, pulling away from his grip. “I have some work that I didn’t finish last night that I need to turn in.”

  Jace grabbed hold of my arm before I could walk away, his eyes ahead on the pack of jerks. “It can wait for a minute. Come say hi to the fellas with me.”

  “Actually, it can’t.” I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. “I’m on the verge of falling a grade if I don’t get this assignment turned in on time.” Of course I was lying. Surprisingly enough, and despite my situation, I was actually excelling in all of my classes, sitting on an A minus average. “Please let go of me.”

  Jace grinned at me and tugged me along, ignoring my request. “Stop whining. It will only be a minute. We have to make a show of our relationship, remember?”

  “Making a show and enduring harassment are two different things,” I replied. “Your frat brothers are complete assholes. I don’t want to talk to them.”

  “No, they’re not,” Jace said. “They’re cool. You should learn to lighten up a little.”

  “And you should learn that no means no,” I growled.

  Rather than respond, Jace pulled me down the hallway to his friends.

  “’Sup, Jace?” one of the guys asked. Like Jace, he was a gym rat. All of the guys were. In fact, there was so much testosterone surrounding me that I was afraid I might grow balls. But their bulging muscles didn’t impress me. Whenever I looked at a guy at NSU, I compared him to Stefan, and so far, no one had matched up to him.

  “What's up, dude?” Jace replied, clasping hands with the guy and then with the rest of the group. I fidgeted nervously as all of their eyes fell on me, feeling like a piece of meat surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. “What are you punks up to?”

  “Nothing much. Just hoping that dumb ass investigation shit is finally over.” The brunette nodded at me. “You hit that yet?”

  Grinning, Jace draped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “Nope. She won’t put out.”

  “That’s a shame,” said one of the other guys. “She’s such a hot piece of ass.”

  To supposedly want to save their fraternity, they sure had a terrible way of showing it. I guess they knew I had to endure it, and as long as no one else heard them, they were going to berate me.

  Crossing my arms angrily across my breasts, I averted my gaze, my cheeks burning, uncomfortable from all the lewd stares. This was exactly the crap I was fed up with.

  “What’s up with that?” the cut, dark-haired jock asked me directly. “There’s not a chick I know who wouldn’t want to be Jace’s girl.”

  That’s because they’re all sluts without an iota of self-worth, I thought.

  When I remained silent, he added, “Maybe you should get your dad to marry her mom and then she'll sleep with you.”

  An angry lump formed in my throat and I found it hard to swallow back a biting comeback. There was nothing to be gained by saying anything to these guys.

  Jace laughed and sneered at me. “Maybe I should. What do you say about that, Bella, huh? If I become your bro, will you want to fuck me then?”

  “You know what?” I hissed, finally fed up, my hands trembling from rage. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you! I hope your fucking frat house gets shut down and you all go to hell!”

  All the guys burst out in laughter, but I was done caring. I jerked away from Jace and began to move away. Then Jace tried to grab me but I broke into a sprint.

  “Get back here, Bella!”

  “Fuck off!” I yelled, hoping he didn’t give chase as I tried to keep my balance in my heels. Even in normal shoes, I wouldn’t have had a chance of outrunning him, but damn it if I wasn’t going to try.

  I couldn’t bear another moment in that asshole’s presence.

  My heart pounding in my ears, I rushed down the hallway, not daring to look back. People were stopping and staring at me as I stumbled down the hall in my heels, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get away—away from Jace and his buddies, away from all the drama.

  I rounded a corner and gasped as I ran into hard flesh.

  “Stefan,” I sobbed, filled with relief, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I can’t take it anymore.”

  Stefan wrapped his arms around me and I immediately felt a sense of solace. I was in the arms of my protector. If Jace followed me down the hall, I knew that Stefan would deal with him. “Calm down, Bel
la. What's wrong? Did Jace put his hands on you?” Stefan’s eyes burned with a dark, murderous rage.

  “No,” I sniffed, trying to get ahold of myself. “Though I think he would have eventually. He’s been trying to get me to go back to his dorm with him from the moment this all started.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Stefan. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t care what happens. I’ll go crazy if I have to spend one more second with that asshole.”

  I told Stefan about all the verbal abuse I had been suffering at the hands of Jace and his frat brothers and Jace’s constant attempts at getting me to sleep with him. As he listened, Stefan’s jaw bulged out as he clenched his teeth in rage.

  When I was done, Stefan placed his chin on top of my head. “Shh. It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend any longer. I should have never let those fuckers pressure me into making you go along with their plan. I made a mistake.” Stefan pulled back and hooked a finger under my chin, tilting my head for me to look up at him. “Can you forgive me?”

  “Only if you take me away from here,” I said, my voice aching with need.

  Stefan stared into my eyes. “Okay,” he said huskily after a moment. He grabbed me by the hand and led me down the hallway. As we walked past other students, they stared. But Stefan didn’t give a fuck, and neither did I.

  He led me to a deserted hallway and to an unmarked door. Glancing around to make sure no one was about, he opened the door and led me inside. It was hot and stuffy when I stepped into the small room, the faint smell of bleach assaulting my nose. The room had a very small walkway surrounded by stacked boxes, and a mop and bucket sat in the corner. Above, the shelves were filled with all sorts of cleaning products.

  Stefan gently closed the door behind him, plunging us into darkness.

  I squinted at him through the dim lighting as my eyes started to adjust. There was a window at the back that brought in some light. “Stefan? Why’d you bring us here? When I said take me away, I didn’t mean to take me inside a smelly janitor’s closet—”

  “Shh.” Suddenly, I felt Stefan’s body pressed up against mine. “I think you know why I brought you here.” His voice was heavy with lust.

  “I thought we agreed that we weren’t going to do this until the semester was over,” I whispered. My limbs were trembling. I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or need or both.

  “I lied,” Stefan said. “You know you need this as much as I do.”

  Stefan ran his hands up my arm and to my neck, gently caressing it before pulling me into a hungry kiss. I melted in his arms, surrendering to the fire within. Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouth, and I reached up and wrapped my arms around Stefan’s neck.

  Stefan tilted me back slightly, passionately kissing me and dominating my mouth with his tongue. He continued, moving me back inch by inch, until I bumped up against one of the boxes.

  Still kissing me passionately, he hefted me up into his arms and set me atop one of the boxes. He broke away from me then, leaving me breathless, moving his hands up my thighs until he had pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my panties.

  He lowered himself and began kissing his way up my thighs until he got to my soaked panties. He rose up slightly, lifting me up off the box several inches so he could slide my panties off.

  I threw back my head and moaned as Stefan dove into my pussy, his mouth gobbling up my clit. He sucked and slurped my juices like a hungry man, causing my thighs to tremble around his neck. Soon, he stuck two fingers inside and slid them in and out as he sucked my clit, my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the pleasure.

  Stefan continued to work me like an instrument. When he bore down on my clit with his teeth, it was all I could take, and I let out a strangled cry as I came.

  He held me there in place while my body was rocked with powerful spasms, sucking in all my juices like it was the sweetest nectar on earth.

  “God, that felt so good,” I breathed when it was over, my thighs weak.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” Stefan growled. He climbed to his feet, my juices still on his chin. He grabbed his shirt by the bottom and pulled it over his head, revealing his washboard abs in the dim light. Tossing his shirt to the side, he undid the button of his jeans and pulled them halfway down his powerful thighs.

  I gaped in awe at the big, fat cock that flopped out, hard and ready for me. I reached forward and ran my finger down his powerful chest, awed by the power of his masculinity, and then I ran my hand all the way down his happy trail to his cock. When my hand gripped his hardness, he pushed me back onto the box, making me lose my grip, and grabbed me by the waist with both hands.

  He lined his hard body up with mine and entered with one powerful thrust. I gasped as he filled me up.

  I was about to say something about a condom, but did it even matter? I was already pregnant, and he was the father.

  I actually liked the feel of his big dick inside me without the condom. I felt more connected to him without the flimsy barrier between our flesh.

  Slowly, he thrust his cock deep inside me, allowing me to adjust to his size. Then he began picking up speed, his powerful thighs slamming into me. The smack of our flesh and my pleasured cries filled the room.

  I reached down and dug my nails into his chiseled ass cheeks as he pounded me. I looked up at him as he fucked me. His face was twisted in pleasure, his hair damp with sweat, perspiration running down the sides of his face and dripping onto my stomach. He panted as he went balls deep inside me and then back out again. I guided his thrusts with my hands on his ass, encouraging him. I wanted him inside me, all of him, every last drop of his creamy load.

  “I want all of it,” I told him, gazing into his eyes. "Give it to me."

  Stefan knew exactly what I meant as he picked up his pace, furiously slamming into me, his big balls smacking against me.

  “Fuck,” he croaked, several thrusts later. “I’m coming.”

  He gave one last thrust and then I felt his huge cock expanding and contracting inside me as squirt after squirt of his hot seed filled me. When he was done, he pulled out of me with a sigh.

  As I sat up, I felt a dull ache up my side and knew I would be sore for days after the brutal pounding Stefan had given me, but it was well worth it.

  A sheen of sweat covered Stefan’s powerful chest as he breathed in and out, recovering from his exertion.

  “That was naughty,” I said, glancing down at the sticky mess sliding down my leg. I don’t know why, but I suddenly had one of my urges, and I scooped up a fingerful of it, sticking it in my mouth and sucking it totally clean. Sure, normally, I’d realize just how gross I was being, but dammit, it was Stefan’s, and I was pregnant!

  Stefan grinned, both at my comment and my lewd display. “Yeah, it was. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and home. And don’t worry about the frat. I’ll make sure none of them ever disrespects you again.”

  Bella

  I avoided Jace for the next week, despite his numerous attempts to contact me. My parading with Jace had done little good to stave off the rumors surrounding the night of the Sacrifice anyway. People still continued to talk shit and make up stories.

  Plus, I was done with all the harassment and misogynistic attitudes of the males of Alpha Gamma. If someone wanted me to hang out with them, I demanded respect. I should have never subjected myself to it in the first place.

  Whatever. Fuck them all.

  They had no idea what Stefan was to me.

  In fact, our bond could only grow stronger.

  * * *

  I was eating at NSU’S food court with Sara between one of my classes, enjoying a beautiful, bright, and sunny day when trouble came knocking.

  To go along with the beautiful day, I had on a pretty white and yellow sunflower dress and matching yellow earrings. To top it off, my makeup was cute, my hair was freshly flat-ironed and styled, and I felt good, confident.

  Sitting across from me at a two-seat table, Sara, God bless her soul, was dressed
in an unflattering black number that made her look like the Queen of Darkness sitting in the light, but I wasn’t friends with her because of her fashion sense.

  We both were currently enjoying a juicy cheeseburger with fries and a soft drink. Normally, I avoided fast food, but I think I was starting cravings early. I was absolutely filled with dread that this fast-food eating would soon become a normal occurrence and I would be shopping in the plus-sized aisles of Walmart.

  Since finding out I was pregnant, I’d been devouring any and all the information I could find online and at the local library. It sucked that I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. It sucked even more that I couldn't talk to my mom about it.

  But how could I have gone about asking her? “Oh, hey, Mom. I’m pregnant with Stefan’s baby and I need a little more info about all the ups and downs. Can you fill me in?”

  I could only imagine the ensuing thud when my mother fainted and hit the floor.

  “It looks like you have a lot on your mind,” Sara remarked, breaking me out of my reverie.

  A soft breeze ran through the area, ruffling my hair as I took a big bite out of the juicy burger. I let out a moan of satiation as the flavors of meat, cheese, lettuce, onion, mayo, and tomato merged inside my mouth.

  “I’m just happy to be eating,” I replied after I had chewed down the bite.

  “You know, I’ve never seen you eat so much,” Sara said, looking at me with concern while she fingered the straw of her drink. “You sure that all this stress isn’t setting you on the path to binge-eating?”

  Sara’s concern for me amazed me. We hadn’t really known each other when I came to NSU. Our friendship had been one of convenience, really, yet she had taken up for me after the night of the Sacrifice as if she’d been a childhood best friend.

  “You know, you might be right,” I said. While I’m sure the stress was causing me to crave food a little, the theory did not totally convince me. In my mind, it was more likely pregnancy cravings. But of course, Sara didn’t need to know that. “Kappa had a lot of nerve for making me pretend to go out with that asshole, Jace.”