by Lane Hart
“Aric hit you,” Royal says. “Remember?”
“Sort of.” There’s a vague, fuzzy memory of Aric’s angry face coming at me with a raised food tray. “He was pissed.”
“Do you remember why he was pissed?”
“Apparently he’s still mad I slept with his sister,” I mutter.
“Nooo,” Royal drawls as I’m finally able to push myself into a sitting position while the world spins around me. “Aric was pissed you slept with Caroline. Now he’s going to kill you for knocking her up!”
“What?” I ask. “But that-that was months ago…”
“Ah, yeah, genius. After he knocked your lights out, Aric told me Caroline’s, like, eleven weeks pregnant now. She told her family over Christmas break.”
“No,” I say in denial because there’s no way I got Caroline pregnant. “That’s ridiculous. Are you fucking with me?”
“I really wish I were,” he grumbles.
“But…there’s no fucking way I knocked her up! We only slept together twice that one night. It was my first time…” I trail off.
“I can’t believe I even have to ask you this, but did you use a condom?”
“No,” I say with a wince, causing Royal to curse. “I was inside of her before I remembered the rubber, and then it just felt too good to stop. But I did stop right before. I was careful!”
“You fucked her bareback? Are you crazy? No wonder Aric wants to murder you! I want to murder you for being so careless with a chick and she’s not even my sister!”
“I was high and drunk and-and a virgin with a beautiful woman getting naked for me! I thought I pulled out in time!”
“You really are an idiot,” he huffs.
“This is all your fault!” I tell him. “You shouldn’t have sent her up to my room!”
“I wanted you to fuck her, not fuck up your entire life along with hers!”
“That’s not…I didn’t…oh fuck! I need to go talk to Caroline,” I say as I grab the leg of the table to pull myself up off the floor, noticing that the rest of the senior class has thankfully already cleared out after witnessing Aric knocking me out.
I don’t even grab my shit from my locker or check-out with the front office. I head straight for the parking lot and into my car.
Chapter 19
Caroline
“Is that it? Are you just going to ignore me for the rest of my life?” I finally corner my mother in the laundry room to ask her after Aric goes back to school and my dad goes to work after New Year’s. I’m blocking her only escape, so she’ll either have to talk to me or she’ll have to run me over. I’m betting on the first option since she’s not angry enough to rough up a pregnant woman.
“I just…I can’t, Caroline!” she says as she folds one of Aric’s shirts and places it in the basket without looking at me.
“Can’t what? Talk to me? You just did. It’s easy. You open your mouth and let words come out.”
“I can’t talk to you yet about how irresponsible you were or how you’re making the wrong decision without yelling!”
“So yell!” I tell her, because anything is better than her pretending like I’m an invisible ghost haunting the house.
A sob is her response, which causes an actual fracture down the center of my heart.
“Do you think I wanted this to happen to me? I didn’t!” I say as a tear slips down my cheek. “I hate it. And if I could go back in time to change it, I would, but I can’t! All I can do now is to try and make the best decision for the baby that I can under these circumstances.”
Bracing both of her palms on the dryer, she leans forward and says, “You didn’t even ask us what you should do! Giving up a child…” She shakes her head between sniffles. “You have no idea how difficult that will be! It will haunt you for the rest of your life and mine!”
“I would rather be haunted every day until I die than screw up a kid’s life because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!” I respond while more tears cloud my vision.
“Your dad and I can help you if you would let us!”
“I’m not putting this burden on you and dad!” I tell her. “That’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me to have to face that constant guilt. And it’s not fair to raise a child that way. Eventually they will realize that they were an unwanted pregnancy!”
“So you would rather abandon the baby, give it to strangers, than let your own family raise it?”
“I’m not abandoning it! I’m going to find the perfect couple who will love it more than I ever will.”
My mother swipes her fingers under each eye and then goes back to folding clothes. “If you do this, you’re going to regret it, Caroline. Then it will be too late. And I’m not sure if I can ever forgive you if you put this baby up for adoption.”
“Wow, Mom. Thank you so much for the support,” I tell her as I shake my head and walk away.
Since there’s nothing better to do, especially since I no longer have a car, I put on my sneakers and go for a run around the neighborhood, hoping that the exercise will make me feel a tad better about moping around for weeks and eating my weight in meat. Oh, and for my mom telling me she’ll never forgive me.
Running isn’t fun, but it gives at least some small measure of accomplishment for the day since I know I’ll be spending the next five to eight hours in bed, binge watching shows until I fall asleep.
Not to mention that exercise seems to be the one thing that keeps the horny hormones at bay, the ones that continue to wake me up each night after very dirty dreams.
I never knew there was even this sort of level of desperation for sex. It’s like I need cock as much as I need to eat meat, to fulfill some ridiculous deficiency in my stupid, pregnant body.
My mom’s car is gone when I get back to the house, which means I won’t have to see her disappointed face for a few hours. And since there is no available cock in sight and I finally have some privacy in the house, I end up taking a shower after my jog and then pulling out a vibrating dildo. I try putting it inside of me, pumping it in and out, and holding it to my clit, but nothing works, which is so freaking frustrating. Maybe I just want a short escape from the world and my mother’s words, and an orgasm seems like the only way to do that at the moment.
When the doorbell rings, I sort of hope it’s a hot delivery man dropping off a package who would be willing to let me borrow his package. Even my daydreams have gotten out of hand.
Downstairs, I take a quick look out the peephole and see that it’s not a hot delivery guy but an enormous dick — Blake. Which doesn’t make any sense because he should be at school. Aric and Maddie won’t be home for at least three more hours.
I start to walk away and ignore him, but then his finger goes back to the doorbell and rings it over and over again until I eventually give up, unlocking the door and jerking it open.
“What’s up, Blake?” I ask.
His response is to simply stare at my stomach in silence, eyes as round as saucers and mouth gaping. The uniform tie around his neck is hanging loosely like he’s been jerking on it, and his white dress shirt is untucked. There’s also a big, red knot sticking up from his left temple like he ran into or was hit by some sort of hard object. If I had to bet, it was probably an object my brother was wielding. Guess he sort of deserved that.
“Great, Aric told you I’m pregnant,” I remark based on his bewildered state.
“Is it…I mean…are you sure…”
“Yours? Yes, Blake I am one hundred percent certain that I’m pregnant and that it is yours,” I tell him, because I wasn’t with anyone but him between my last period and the one that never showed. “Don’t worry, though. I’m not keeping it. Unless you want to…”
“Hell no!” he exclaims and then staggers, having to catch himself on the door frame. With his free hand, his fingers dig into his tie to undo it further, and then he starts unbuttoning one button, then another. “Is it…is it hot out here or what?”
“It’
s only forty-four degrees out,” I remark since I checked the temperature on my phone before my run.
“Really?” he asks as more buttons come undone until he’s peeling his shirt off. His white tee underneath hitches up a little at the bottom, flashing me a quick glimpse of his chiseled, ivory stomach with a thin trail of black hair leading down into his pants.
Oh no. The horniness is back in full force. Only this time, there’s not a pretend man in my dream but one standing right in front of me in real life. Even if the man in question is a gigantic prick, at least he has a gigantic prick and knows how to use it…
“Do you, um, do you want some water or something?” I offer.
“Yeah,” he answers, licking his dry lips with a nod. “Water-water would be good.”
“Then come in,” I suggest. He does, and I shut the door behind him before leading the way to the kitchen. I fix him a glass of water from the front dispenser on the fridge and hand it to him.
He guzzles the clear liquid down in, like, two big gulps while I watch his throat work and momentarily fantasize about licking his Adam’s apple. Now I know that’s the pregnancy hormones because I’ve never looked twice at a man’s Adam’s apple before.
“Can I get you anything else?” I ask when he finishes the glass off.
“Yeah, a refill would be awesome.”
I fill up his glass again and hand it back to him. Blake freezes and blinks at me as he holds it up in the air. “Wait. Why are you being nice to me?”
“I’m not,” I snap defensively.
“Yes, you are. Shouldn’t you be, like, really angry that I fucked up and put you in this position?”
“I was angry at first, but I guess I’m over it,” I reply with a shrug. Hating him was easier when he wasn’t home alone on Christmas or standing right in front of me looking so tall and strong, making me want to climb him.
Holding the water in one hand, Blake pulls his phone from his navy-blue uniform pocket. “Today’s text from you said eat me and yesterday was go fuck yourself. Both are pretty tame as far as insults go.”
“Maybe I wasn’t being facetious today…” I say just as he takes another big swig of water and starts to choke on it.
After about ten minutes of a hacking, coughing fit while he clutches the kitchen counter, Blake finally says, “You-you want me to-to eat you?”
“You do owe me for having to carry your spawn for nine months and throwing my hormones out of whack. The least you can do is give me a few orgasms.”
“Even though you think I slept with you out of revenge and knocked you up, you want to have sex with me?” he asks, his voice going up an octave or two.
“No, I want a few of your body parts, and the rest of you is just…tolerable.” That’s a lie. He looks good enough to lick from the top of his ruffled, black hair down to his big feet in size twenty-something shoes. Okay, so maybe they’re not that big, but his dick sure is. “You used me. Now I want to use you.”
“But I didn’t –” he begins, and I hold up my palm to stop him.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear any of your bullshit. Are you in or out? Literally?”
Blake swallows down whatever crap he was going to spew and says, “I promised Aric I wouldn’t touch you again.”
“He’s not here, and we don’t have to tell him,” I point out.
“Okay. I, ah, I think I could probably work with that,” he agrees in a rush.
“Yeah?” I say, perking up in surprise that he’s already on board.
“Yeah,” Blake says with a grin. “One condition, though.”
“What?” I ask on a heavy exhale, knowing this was too good to be true.
“We can only fuck in my house. If Aric comes home and I’m screwing you, he’ll seriously kill me.”
“I can agree to those terms,” I respond as if we’re discussing a business deal, when in all seriousness, I would’ve probably agreed to anything he said after the words, “We can only fuck.” That’s how desperate I am for dick. And for some company. It would also be nice to forget for a few, pleasurable minutes that I’m knocked up and have no idea what my future entails.
“Okay. Good. When?” he asks anxiously.
“Now?”
“Now? Sure. Give me a half an hour to shower and um, find some condoms…” he rambles.
“Not necessary,” I remind him when I lift the bottom of my sweatshirt up to show him my bump that sticks out a little more each day. When he just stands there staring at the bump even after I lower my shirt, I tell him, “Are you leaving or what?”
“Right. Yeah,” he agrees and then starts backing toward the kitchen door. “See you in a few. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be ready.”
I really hope I’m not making a mistake.
But can I really top the biggest mistake that I’ve already made?
Doubtful.
Chapter 20
Blake
“I’m not keeping it.”
That’s what Caroline said about the baby, our baby that she’s pregnant with, but I don’t know what the hell it means. And while, yeah, a part of me was relieved, a small part of me wanted to meet this kid the two of us accidentally made.
It’s not easy to think about all of that right now, though, not when Caroline also said that she wanted to fuck me again.
I sure as hell didn’t see that one coming. I figured she would be so pissed off at me for putting her in this position that she would hit me or slam something upside my head like Aric did at lunch. Instead, she was…nice to me and asked me to go down on her.
Maybe that was just some crazy pregnancy hormones talking. After all, she did text me a few weeks ago saying she hated me. Was that the day that she found out she was pregnant? Why the fuck didn’t she tell me then?
I’ve never taken a shower so fast in my life as the one I take when I get home. And then, once I’m dressed in nothing but some blue athletic shorts because it still feels like a hundred degrees inside the house, I spend the rest of the time before the doorbell rings rushing around, cleaning up my room. Hell, I even change the sheets on the bed since I can’t remember the last time I did that. It was probably before my mom left since she’s the one who did all the laundry.
Shaking that thought off, I spray a little cologne in the air since it still smells like my sweaty socks and football gear, and then my time is up.
I have to say that I’m a little surprised to actually see Caroline standing on my doorstep since I thought maybe she was just messing with me, fucking with my head and didn’t actually want to screw around.
But when I open the door, Caroline stares at my bare chest. Her eyes soon drop to my stomach and then my shorts before she launches herself at me, clawing at my hair while her mouth attacks mine. Between urgent tongue thrusting kisses, she says, “This doesn’t change anything. I still hate you.”
“I know,” I reply with disappointment against her lips before her mouth is on mine again and I’m gasping for oxygen wherever I can.
We don’t even make it to my bedroom, but I do guide us down on the sofa, figuring Caroline would rather have a soft surface for this instead of the floor or the wall since she’s pregnant and all…
Fuck.
“Hold on,” I say when I pull back from our kiss, holding myself up off of her because I don’t want to crush the kid. My kid. Our kid. “When you, um, said you weren’t keeping the baby, what did you mean exactly?” I ask her.
“I’m giving it up for adoption,” she responds while both of her hands reach down and get to work shoving my shorts over my hips.
“Adoption?” I say with relief. For some reason, that lifts some of the weight off of my tight chest. Adoption I think I can handle, at least more than the other way to get rid of it…
“Yes, adoption,” Caroline responds as her fingers wrap around my cock and give it a tug, making me go from semi-stiff to rock hard in an instant.
“Do you…do you, like, know the family who will get him? Or, wait, is it�
�is it a her? Do you know yet?” I ask even though my brain is the only part of my body that is interested in having a conversation right now.
“No. I don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet,” Caroline answers with a huff. “I’ll find out next month. And no, I haven’t decided on a family yet. I have an appointment with the adoption agency next week. Now stop talking!”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, meaning for talking and for putting her in this position. Her response is to grab a handful of my hair to try and pull my face back down to hers while her other hand stays busy stroking my shaft. I relent and kiss her hard, before another thought hits me.
“Can I go?” I pull back to ask her.
“Go where? Inside of me? Yes, please!”
“No, I mean, yes, I want inside of you, but, um, can I go with you when you find out if it’s a boy or girl?”
Her hand on my dick pauses as she looks up at me. “Why does it matter?”
“I just want to know,” I respond.
“Okay, fine. You can come to the appointment,” she agrees. “Now will you please fuck me? I need this so badly right now.”
She says she needs this, sex, but not necessarily me I can’t help but notice. I just happen to have the body part she wants to make her feel good. And I will. Soon.
“What about the adoption?” I ask her.
“What about it, Blake?” Caroline exclaims.
“Can I…can I help you with that too? You know, help you figure out who should get him or her?”
“Fine! You can do whatever you want if you’ll just take my clothes off and be quiet!”
“Right. Okay,” I agree as I lift her shirt over her head. Next, I sit back on my heels to tug her pants down, freezing when I see the bulge in her lower belly again. “You’re…you’re already, like, showing.”