by London Casey
Too late.
I forced myself to smile through the conversation with Connie and Jen.
They thought I was the coolest.
To them, at least I got pregnant by a guy with money.
Meaning even if Cole and I never ended up together, I would always get something from him.
That was the goal in this town.
To find money.
Everyone dreamed of meeting a doctor or lawyer. Or they half joked about finding an old man with money to mooch off of.
It was a way of life.
I got to see Ben and Brooke for a little bit.
Their youth and innocence kept me a little sane.
Brooke loved kissing my belly. She wanted to know everything about the baby as though I knew what the sex was and what he or she looked like.
Ben just wanted to play video games.
Connie got mad and I told her it was fine.
It took all of two hours before I had enough and needed to leave.
I lied to Connie and Jen and told them I was meeting my mother.
Well, it was kind of a lie.
My mother didn’t know I was coming to town.
I was just going to show up at the front door, baby bump and all.
But I wasn’t running back home. I wasn’t moving back home.
I hadn’t failed…
Connie and Jen took their turns rubbing my belly and kissing it.
They were so excited for me.
I went out to the car that had been sitting there the entire time.
Again, Connie and Jen loved that part too.
They envisioned me as some rich girl.
I was far from it.
In fact, when I got into the car and shut the door, my eyes filled with tears.
Everything I had left this town to become, never happened.
And now this town was creeping up on me.
I rattled off my mother’s address and the driver drove.
I felt sick to my stomach.
My only desire was Cole.
I wanted to hear his voice. See his face.
I wanted him to hug me.
My heart ached and raced at the same time.
I just wanted to go home.
This town wasn’t home.
The city was big and had a lot of space. I could stretch out and think.
Here in this town, it was like a prison.
The car turned down Maple Avenue.
My mother’s street.
I had no idea what to expect.
I took a deep breath and shut my eyes.
It was my life, my body, and I would make everything work.
As I slowly exhaled, I opened my eyes.
Then I blinked. Fast. Hard.
I leaned forward and looked out the windshield.
“Is that…” I asked the driver, even though he wouldn’t be able to answer me.
But it was.
Cole was standing outside my mother’s house waiting for me.
Chapter Thirty
Cole
I have to see her.
That was my only thought.
The thought that hit me, haunted me, and the thought that made me want to prove myself to her.
So, I came to Maya’s hometown and waited for her.
When I saw her get out of her car, she was surprised. And pregnant.
I couldn’t help myself. Each time I saw her I had to mentally point out her pregnancy. There was something about it. Because it was my baby. It was our baby. It was our moment come to life. Even though we didn’t plan for it, that didn’t matter now.
We were going to have a piece of forever together whether we liked it or not.
“Cole?” Maya called out as she walked toward me.
I moved down the crooked and cracked sidewalk of her mother’s house and around the bent, rusted chain link fence.
“I had to see you, love,” I said.
“Why?”
I smiled. “I need someone to get me coffee.”
“What?” Maya asked.
Her face turned a little red.
I gently touched her arms. “I’m kidding. I just wanted to see you. I know it’s probably not easy being here. I didn’t want you to do it alone.”
Her mouth moved but no words came out.
“So how about that coffee?” I asked and nodded to her mother’s house.
“My mother… Cole… what are we going to say?” Maya asked.
I moved my hands to her hands. “Whatever you want to say to her.”
Maya smiled and then pulled her hands away from mine.
A few seconds ticked by before she threw her arms around me and hugged me.
I felt her pregnant stomach between us.
Our child…
“You have no idea how much I needed to see you, Cole,” she said. “And if you repeat that, I will cut you.”
I laughed.
I liked laughing with Maya…
Maya opened the creaky door and stepped into the house.
“Mom?” she called out in almost a girlish voice. “Mom, are you home?”
Directly to my right was a set of carpeted steps that turned two times. Halfway up the steps there was a diamond shaped stained glass window with a rose in the middle.
The house smelled like dust and leftover dinner.
The floors were original hardwood but they were covered in area rugs.
In the corner of the foyer where we stood I noticed a fish tank.
There were a few small, neon colored fish swimming around the water.
“Fish tank,” I said.
“Yeah,” Maya said.
I reached for her hand and held it as we walked through the house.
“You lived here?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
To the left of the foyer was the living room. That room connected with what looked like a formal type dining room, but with the dark paneling on the walls, it had the appeal of an office.
Maya walked and we moved through the informal dining room, which opened up into the kitchen.
The kitchen was blue.
Two tones of blue.
A dark blue around the edges and trim of the cabinets and a baby blue on the cabinets and walls themselves.
“It’s bright,” I said with a grin.
“It’s horrible,” Maya said. “I always…”
I looked where she was looking.
There was a cabinet dangling by one or two screws. And the door next to that was missing completely.
“Shit,” Maya said.
“What?”
“This house…”
Her eyes moved again and she groaned.
She hurried away from me and went to the fridge.
“The handle is taped on,” she said. “Do you see this?”
“Yeah,” I said. “So what?”
Maya spun around. “It’s the whole house. There are certain ways to open and shut doors. The bathroom vent doesn’t work so you have to shower with the window open. There are soft spots in the floors which is why she has so many stupid carpets down. The place hasn’t been cleaned in forever. All she does is work to just get by. Like everyone else in this fucking town.”
“Maya… it’s okay…”
“It’s not okay!” Maya yelled.
There was a door next to the fridge and she threw it open and disappeared.
I caught up to her on a small porch.
It smelled like moldy wood and the outside air.
She stood at the back door.
“Maya…”
“Look out there, Cole,” she said. “See that big circle? On the ground?”
“Yeah,” I said as I noticed halfway down the long yard there was a perfect circle of weeds and sand.
“There was a pool,” she said. “And one year it kind of popped. It leaked and then it had to get taken down. My mother told me she was going to get a new one. She never did. I don’t hate her for it. It’s just what this town
is. It traps you. It eats you alive. It’s why I left. And now look at me…”
I spun Maya around. “Yeah, look at you. You’re beautiful, Maya. You’re smart, strong, a pain in the ass, and you’re brave enough to leave here and move to the city and deal with an asshole like me.”
“I got pregnant,” she said. “I’m screwed.”
“Not even close. You’re not going to live like this if you don’t want to.”
“I hate this place, Cole,” she said. Tears filled her eyes. “Save me from it…”
I lowered my lips down to hers.
I knew just where to go.
I knew the way her eyes lit up over the shower in the hotel room, she was going to want to try it out.
Which was fine by me.
I had her bags brought up, along with mine.
The two cars and drivers were going to wait for us.
They each got their own hotel room.
The excursion was costing a small fortune, but it was worth it.
Just seeing Maya get that scared and emotional over her old home and hometown really smacked me in the heart.
Living in the city wasn’t just a dream for her. It was her way out.
She really felt if she messed up her chance working for me or as a writer, she would move back to her old hometown and get stuck there.
I heard the water running as I stood at the window.
My hands stuffed into my pockets.
Gritting my teeth.
She’s naked. In the shower. Water hitting her body.
I managed two more breaths and that was it.
I took my shirt off and walked to the bathroom.
The door was unlocked.
I opened the door and felt the warm steam move over my face.
The shower was big enough for more than two people. And it had clear glass doors.
The second I saw Maya in the shower, my cock began to ache.
She stood facing the water, her hands running through her hair. Her beautifully full breasts gently danced as she moved her arms and hands. Her stomach was well defined. Her legs… feet…
I wanted it all.
Maya turned her head and stepped out of the water.
She wiped water off her face and covered her chest.
“Cole?”
I didn’t say a word.
Instead, I opened the front of my pants.
I didn’t move my eyes from hers.
I pushed my pants down, letting my thickening cock fall free.
As I stepped out of my pants, my right hand gripped my cock tight and I stroked myself root to tip and back down.
Maya moved her hands to her sides.
Standing behind the glass, fully exposed to me.
I stepped forward and put my left hand to the glass.
My right hand stroked my cock again.
I was fully hard.
Throbbing, my balls tingling and tightening.
I was so fucking turned on by Maya.
Maya reached with her right hand and put it to the glass.
We were touching hands, but not.
My hand continued to move on my cock. Stroking myself. In front of her.
I nodded.
Maya bit her bottom lip.
Her left hand reached up and she gently began to play with her nipple. Her middle finger flicking back and forth across it.
I gritted my teeth and pulled at my cock harder.
Then her hand moved down… down her round belly, reaching her soft mound.
She pulled with her middle and ring fingers, showing me her succulent pink skin. Spreading her folds open, allowing her middle finger to touch her pussy.
She rubbed her finger back and forth a few times before curling her finger up, showing me her pearly clit. She then began to move her finger left to right. Almost instantly, she groaned while her knees bent.
My right hand gripped tighter on my cock and I stroked with force.
Maya moved her fingers down and I watched them disappear into her slit.
Touching herself in front of me. Pleasuring herself.
I looked down at my hand wrapped around my cock.
The veins in my hands looked ready to explode.
The same feeling that I had in my cock.
I opened my hand, grabbed the shower door and ripped it open.
Maya stepped back, gasping, watching me as I stepped into the shower.
I moved at her, my hands touching her face.
She leaned back against the wall and thrusted her hips at me, lifting her left leg, opening herself for me.
I kissed her as she reached down and guided my cock against her warm pussy.
I pressed forward and as I entered her, she gasped into my mouth.
I buried myself deep into her body.
My hands moved from her face down her body so I could hold her in place.
I fucked her in the shower, under the water, our bodies colliding with a wet noise.
Maya’s groans and my grunts sounded louder.
I kissed her neck. I kissed her chest. My teeth savored her nipples until she cried out my name. My cock throbbed, demanding I come inside her.
My right hand dipped between us so I could touch her clit.
The moment I touched her, she jumped to her toes and let out a yell.
Her body pulsed and I could no longer contain myself.
I kissed a line from her chest to her mouth.
And we came together in the shower.
“How did you find the one nice hotel around here?”
I held Maya against me, her back to my front. My left hand outstretched, holding her left hand. My right hand spread wide on her stomach.
“I have my ways,” I said.
“You’re spoiling me, Cole,” she said. “I’m supposed to be dealing with some stuff.”
“You are,” I said. “You will. I have to go first thing in the morning. I have some meetings.”
“I’m sorry about today.”
“Don’t be.”
“I’m ashamed of where I come from.”
I swallowed hard. “I understand.”
I thought about telling her about Cody. About my past. My childhood. What it was like to be me. Because I understood what she felt. Which was the reason I showed up. Which was the reason I got her out of that house and brought her to this hotel.
“I can’t believe you showed up. You were that horny, huh?”
“That’s exactly what it was,” I said. “I started to think about your body and went for a walk to your office and Don was at your desk.”
“The IT guy?” Maya asked.
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t sleep with him?”
“Your tits are bigger, love,” I said.
Maya laughed.
I loved her body moving against mine.
“Poor Don,” she said.
“I mean, if he shaved his face and cut his hair…”
“Stop it,” Maya said.
I hugged her tighter.
I kissed her shoulder.
I wanted to tell her about Cody.
About my life.
I also wanted to tell her how much I cared about her.
And that I loved her.
Chapter Thirty-One
Maya
I thrust my hips back against Cole’s amazing cock and buried my face into the pillows. That allowed me to make any noises I wanted without letting the other hotel guests know that I was once again letting my boss fuck me senseless.
His hands were so strong.
And I loved when he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him hard, then slid his thumbs along the sides of my back, digging into my muscles.
It was like sex and a massage all rolled into one.
His hands moved up and then around to my breasts.
I couldn’t get flat on the bed thanks to my pregnant belly, so Cole had an easy time cupping my breasts tight.
He fucked me.
I fucked back.<
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Morning sex was the only way to exist in life.
I felt myself starting to reach that moment when I was going to lose control and there was a knock at the door.
A heavy knock.
I threw my head back and closed my mouth tight.
Cole stopped.
His cock still inside me.
Throbbing.
My body clenching against his thickness.
“Good morning!” a voice said. “Breakfast is ready!”
“They’ll leave it,” Cole whispered. “It’s fine.”
His hands moved down to my ass again.
Slowly, he pulled back and thrust forward.
I pulled two pillows to my face as I felt myself starting to come.
Cole growled as my body pulsed against him.
The knocking sounded again.
“Is anybody home?” the same voice called out. “Your breakfast is ready!”
I couldn’t pick my head up because I couldn’t stop groaning.
It felt too good.
Cole just kept going too. Fucking me as I came, knowing that if he kept that up, I would come again.
His hands moved to my hips and his fingers locked tight as he pulled, slamming against me.
I shut my eyes and saw dancing stars.
Or maybe they were dancing cocks.
Because the pleasure just kept going… or coming…
The knocking sounded again.
“A hot, steamy breakfast is waiting!” the voice yelled.
“Just fucking leave it!” Cole yelled. “I’m fucking my woman!”
I lifted my head and gasped.
I looked back at Cole and he winked at me.
The knocking stopped.
The voice went away.
My face turned bright red.
But I didn’t care…
I didn’t want Cole to ever stop.
Cole touched my chin and kissed me one last time.
“Are you going to tell me you miss me?” I asked him.
“No. I got what I wanted. Sex three times, and coffee.”
“I hate you, Cole,” I said.
“If you need anything, call me. Or text. This place isn’t who you are, Maya. You’re not going to fall into any traps.”
I stared at Cole and I really wanted to believe him.
“Worst case, if you get worried, just think about my dick.”