by Kayt Miller
When I look up at her, she’s breathing hard. Her eyes are dark and dilated. She brings her hands up to hold my face in place, and she kisses me like it’s her job. I jump right in, and so does my dick. She makes me fucking hard as granite in seconds.
I slide my hands under her shirt and pull it off. “New rule. You’re naked whenever we’re home.”
Roni giggles, “If I’m naked, so are you.”
“Not a problem. I lift her up so I can slide my sweats down to mid thigh. I pull her leggings down but can’t get them past her knees without her standing up. “Bedroom, now.”
She hops off the couch, and we race, literally to the bedroom. I beat her there, but I wait for her near the bed, “We’re going to use my bed in the new place. It’s a king size bed and there are slats in the headboard. I’ll be able to tie you up and I can’t fucking wait for that.”
Giggling again, she lifts her knees onto the bed. I swat her bare bottom as she climbs up. I use my hands to stop her from moving too far in. I want her ass on the edge of the bed. “Stay there, Veronica.”
I move in behind her and guide her hands to the headboard. It sits high on the wall, so she’s kneeling, but her upper body is upright. I move in behind her and place my hands over hers. I lean down and kiss her neck and suckle on her ear. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yeah,” she says breathlessly.
“Show me.”
Without any guidance from me, she slides her hands to her entrance and draws out her moisture. Her fingers glisten. “Taste us.” I came inside her earlier, and that memory is making me crazy. She takes her fingers into her mouth and moans. “Jesus, let me taste.”
She leans down and takes more. I grasp her hand and slide my fingers into my mouth. “Mmm, we taste perfect together.”
“Mick?”
“Yeah,” I say as I slide one hand down into her heat while the other plays her nipple like I’m plucking an instrument. She’s using her hips to move with me. I slide two fingers inside, and with a loud moan, she thrusts her hips down onto my fingers. “That’s right, fuck my fingers, Roni. Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy.”
I slide my hand out of her and use it to guide my cock into her wetness. Finding her opening, I slide in slowly. As if on cue, we both moan. I remain still to get a grip on myself. I swear I could come right now.
“Mick. Please.”
“Please what? Tell me what you need, Roni.”
“Fuck me. God, fuck me so hard. I need your cock.”
My wish is her command. I fuck her into next week. She takes my cock like a champ pushing back as I thrust forward. I know I’m hitting her in the right spot when she comes without warning around me.
Using both hands to hold her bouncing tits I play with her nipples and squeeze and tease them. The pressure of her tight little pussy as it undulates around me takes me over the edge. I come so hard inside of her I know I’ll pass out as soon as we stop.
“Best. Sex. Ever,” I pant.
“Best. Ever,” she repeats exhausted.
We fall onto our sides in the same position. My dick is still inside her, and I’ve got no plans to pull out anytime soon. I love her around me. We fall asleep just like that, and it’s perfect.
Chapter 58: Roni
I wake up with a stream of light shining in my eyes. I forgot to shut my blinds last night. It takes me a few seconds for me to figure out where I am. It’s then that I realize that there’s something different about my room this morning. I feel the bed move behind me, and large arms wrap around my waste.
My first instinct is to jump out of bed and get dressed, but I don’t listen to my first instinct this time. Instead, I wrap my arms over his and fall back to sleep. When I wake up the second time, I’m alone. I roll over to the spot that Mick slept on and touch the bed. It’s cool.
I peer at my clock and see that it’s almost eleven thirty in the morning. “Jeez, I slept the day away.” I pick up my phone to see a text from Mick.
Mick: I get off work at 2. Meet me at 1333 Granville Ave. At 3:00.
Me: What’s there?
Mick: Our new house. Well, what I hope is our new house. Meet me there, and we can talk about it.
Me: Okay. C U there.
I make myself a cup of decaf––I know, why bother? But, I’m so used to the taste of coffee first thing in the morning I had to keep it up. I shower and change into some clean, black leggings and a maternity tunic. Here’s something that surprised me… maternity clothes are cute. Who knew?
At two thirty, I exit my place to make my way toward Edgewater. Just as I’m about to turn to lock my door, I hear a voice. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t fatty-McGonigall.”
Seriously? I’m facing the door, so they can’t see my eye roll. I turn to see Trish and Chris leaning against the wall outside my apartment. “What are you doing here?”
“We came to see how you were doing. Heard you got a sweet deal from Bill. What’d you do, blow him?” asks Trisha.
“Jesus, no. That’s just… ick.” He’s old enough to be my dad. I shake my head to get the image of naked Bill Phillips out of my head.
I know this is not a good situation for me to be in right now. I’m alone, defenseless, and pregnant. As casually as I can, I reach back to turn the key to unlock the door. If I move fast enough, I could open it and run inside and lock it before they even knew I was gone. Yeah. That’s not gonna happen.
“Don’t even think about running back in there, Roni. We need to talk.”
“What about?” I ask trying to act casual.
“About what a fucking cunt you are,” spits Trisha.
“Trisha, what is your deal? What did I ever do to you?”
That was not a very good idea. Trisha lunges at me so fast I don’t have time to prepare myself. With her long nails spread out like claws, she scratches my face with one hand and my neck with the other, and it hurts like… well, like someone is using knives to carve my face off.
I fall to the ground as I scream at the top of my lungs. Trisha follows me down to the floor and starts to slap and punch me with fast repeated movements. She’s a fricking Ninja. I pull my hands up to protect my face, and that’s when she goes for my abdomen. I move my hands fast to cover my belly leaving my face vulnerable. The truth is, I’d rather my face be scarred forever than let my baby get hurt.
Since I outweigh her by about seventy pounds, I use that to roll over to my side. I’m trying to get into the fetal position, guarding my stomach with my legs and arms and it works, at first.
That is until Chris decides to get in on the fun, “Oh, no you don’t,” he chides. “Little Trisha isn’t done with your fat ass.” He pulls my shoulders back, so I’m vulnerable again. I wrap my arms as close to my belly as I can and watch as Trisha stands up. She moves her leg back like she’s going to kick me. Chris is holding me down by my shoulders, and I’m screaming.
Why aren’t any of my neighbors helping? Half of them are elderly, and I know they’re home. We’re a close-knit group here. I scream again, “No! My baby!” a sob leaves my body so guttural that I can’t stop the torrent of tears. Snot is running down into my mouth, and I’m wailing. “No! My baby! Please don’t hurt my baby!”
Trisha stops in mid kick. “You’re pregnant?”
I don’t answer her because I refuse to acknowledge her.
“You’re pregnant? Who would want to knock you up? You’re disgusting,” adds Chris.
Trish leans down like she’s changed her mind. “Is it Mick’s baby? Did you get that guy to fuck you? Man, he must have been wasted. Why else would a man like that want anything to do with the likes of you? You’re pathetic,” Trisha taunts. “You don’t deserve him.”
She rears her foot back and swings it forward. For such a little person, she is strong as hell. At the moment I anticipate the impact of her foot on my sweet little baby, I hear her scream. I blink away tears and see three large men, two of whom are dressed in black, one in a pair of jeans and a sports jacket.
Two uniformed policemen and Henry Flynn are standing in my hallway. My sobs start all over again because I know they came at the exact moment I needed them. One of the uniforms has Trisha in cuffs in seconds. Cop number two gives chase as Chris races down the steps. Not long after that, I hear sounds like people scuffling on the floor then someone squealing like a pig. Cop two caught up with Chris.
“Roni. Are you okay?” Hank Flynn asks.
I’m just going, to be honest with him, “No. I’m not okay.”
“An ambulance is on its way. Mick is too. I called him as soon as the call came through dispatch. Your neighbor identified you by name. I jumped in my car and got here just as the uniforms pulled up.”
Thank God a neighbor called the police. “I’m glad. I’m so glad. She was going to hurt my… our baby.” I correct myself because he or she has a family––one that loves them very much. A fresh set of sobs starts up again. My hormones and emotions are so messed up. I cry at the strangest things, but this whole trauma deserves big tears. Jesus, Trisha, and Chris are insane. Literally.
I hear sirens in the distance and more footsteps. The sounds of steps alternating between thumping and stepping get closer and closer. I know it's Mick because his cast is thumping and his other foot sounds normal.
“Roni? Roni!” Mick yells. He makes it to the third floor and races over to me. He falls to the ground, and I really hope he hasn’t hurt his leg. “Jesus, baby. God, what happened?”
“A male and female were attacking her.”
“Who? Who was it?”
“Chris and Trisha from work.”
“What? Why?”
“Because they’re psycho,” I say with a scoff. “They’re literally insane.” Mick isn’t able to say anymore because paramedics reach the landing carrying one of those hard rescue board thingies. I guess you can’t get a gurney up here. Oh, crap. That means they’re going to have to carry me down on that thing.”
I start to sit up, “No, I’m fine. I don’t need that thing,” I raise my arm to point to the bright red backboard but wince. I know my arms not broken, but it’s messed up.
“Ma’am, please lie back. We need to assess you.”
“Mick? Tell them I’m fine. I don’t want them trying to carry me down the stairs on that thing.” I’m almost in a seated position now. I’m panting and feel a panic attack coming on.
“Shh, Veronica. We’ll talk about that later. Do as they say. Lay back, baby.” Mick coos.
“Oh, crap. You used my whole name. I’m in trouble.” I feel a little lightheaded all of a sudden. Nausea pulls at my gut, and that’s all I remember before everything goes black.
Chapter 59: Mick
I wake up with my head face down on a bed covered in a white sheet. People are moving around me and voices speak softly. When I lift my head, it takes me a few seconds to realize I’m not back in the hospital. Well, I am back in the hospital, but this time, I’m the one keeping watch over someone else.
Roni lay in her bed sleeping. I’m sure she’s only half asleep since it’s impossible to get rest when you’re in a place like this. The constant in and out of people as they check your vitals, and replenish I.V.’s makes it impossible to get any real sleep.
I slide my hand over hers and grasp hers gently. I recall the events of last evening and wince. After she had passed out in the hallway, the paramedics said her heartbeat well above average, and her breathing was erratic. They used a bag to press air into her lungs to get that under control. As they were giving her a shot of something, I quickly told them that she was pregnant. Nodding, the paramedic continued with the shot.
This is just to relax her. It’s a very low dose, and it’s not harmful to a fetus. I look up at my brother who’s hovering like a mother hen. “They never know what they’re going to walk into, Mick, so they keep things with them for all possible scenarios.”
I nod as I look down at Roni. She passed out and fell back, hitting her head again. At least she was already on the ground, but it was far enough to be a concern. She may have a concussion this time.
When her pulse returns to normal, they place her on the board and strap her in, so she doesn’t wake up and fall off. They lift her with ease and carry her down the steps. I wish she could see how easily they lifted her and carried her out. She was so concerned that she’d be too heavy for them. I wish she’d knock off that shit. She’s perfect just as she is.
She starts to wake up half way down the steps. “Mick?” she murmurs.
“Right here, Roni. I’m right here. They’re taking you to Northwestern. Okay? I’m following in Hank’s car, so I’ll meet you there.”
“No. Don’t leave me, Mick.” I look at the medics and the older one nods.
“Okay. I’ll ride with you. You want that?”
“Yes,” she starts to sob again. “Why do they hate me so much, Mick?”
I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. “Because they suck, honey.”
That makes her laugh with surprise. “They do suck,” she says tiredly. “I wanted to see our house.”
“We will. As soon as you’re better, we’ll go there.”
“I was so scared she was going to hurt our baby, Mick.” The sobs start again. “I tried to protect him. I really did. But, then Chris held me down. I told her about the baby. She was going to kick me in the stomach, Mick.”
“Shortness of breath again and palpitations again,” announces the younger medic. “We need to get her in the truck. Now!”
“What’s happening? Is she okay?”
“She may be going into shock from the assault, but we’ll get it under control. Don’t worry. Meet us at the hospital.”
“But, she wants me with her,” I whine.
“We need the space to work. Meet us there,” adds the older medic.
“Come on, Mick. I’ll get you there in two minutes. I’ll put my cherries on.” Hank has a police light in his fancy S.U.V. that he sets on his dash in emergencies. And this is an emergency. I hobble down the last few steps and watch as they place Roni into the ambulance. The doors slam shut, and the sirens and lights start. They’re off in just a few minutes after her last episode.
We make to the hospital in exactly six minutes. I guess it pays to be a cop in situations like this. I jump out of his car at the E.R. entrance and limp up to the desk. “My fiancé was just brought in by ambulance. They told me I could go back.”
“Name?”
“Mick Flynn.”
“Is that the patient’s name?”
“No. It’s Roni. Um, Veronica McGonigall.”
“Well, I don’t see a…”
“Skip that, let’s go,” says Hank loudly. The receptionist is set to stop us when Hank flashes his badge. “Police. We’re going back.”
The woman nods, but the scowl on her face remains in place. Something tells me it’s always there and I shouldn’t take it personally. I follow Hank back to the E.R. station. We’re soon directed to a room secured with a curtain. I slide open the side and peek in. Roni’s inside watching as people work around her like bees around a hive. I step through.
When Roni sees me, she sighs with relief. “Mick. I thought you were going ride with me.”
“They wouldn’t let me. Hank drove me here with his lights on. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re here. Don’t leave me, all right?”
“I won’t. I promise.” She sounds worried. Did they say something to her? “Is everything all right?” I ask the nurse walking past me “Can’t say. You’ll need to wait for the doctor. He’ll be in shortly.”
I sit next to her bed in the E.R. waiting for a doctor to stop by. I absently rub her wrist with my fingers knowing it soothes her. She falls asleep to that sensation. “You’re going to be okay, Roni. You and Peanut have to be okay.” I think I say that as much for myself as for her.
We wait nearly an hour for a doctor to finally talk to us. He orders an ultrasound just to be sure the baby is unharm
ed. He’s more concerned about the fact that she’s dehydrated and having heart palpitations. He begins by asking her a series of questions related to her pregnancy; questions about her morning sickness and eating habits.
“You need to drink plenty of water throughout your day, Veronica. Dehydration is not your friend during your pregnancy. Can you do that?” he asks looking at both of us. “Let’s get the ultrasound ordered up. Okay, let’s talk about the injuries you sustained during your little altercation.
“Assault,” Hank says loudly. I didn’t see him come in, but he must have been listening through the curtain.
“Excuse me?” the doc asks.
Hank flashes his badge to the doc, “You said ‘little altercation.' That suggests she was in a fight. She was not in a fight. She was attacked. Assaulted. There’s a huge difference. Please be sure that’s noted correctly in her records. She’ll be pressing charges.
The doctor nods and clears his throat. “I’d prefer not to do any x-rays on you, Roni as it is a risk to the fetus. I’ve checked you out and don’t believe you have any broken bones. If you’d like to be sure, we can…”
“No,” she says quickly. “No, I don’t need an x-ray.”
You’ve got multiple lacerations. We’ve cleaned those and administered antibiotics to prevent any infection. Nothing warranted stitches, but you’ll want to be sure to clean those wounds and apply an antibiotic ointment several times a day.
You’re not showing signs of a concussion, but again, I think you should have someone stay with you and wake you up every hour tonight just to be sure. Do you have anyone that can stay with you?
Is this guy for real? “Um, hello? I’m her fiancé. I’ll be staying with her. Every night.” I emphasize the last two words. Who is this tool? I want to add: Every damn night for the rest of our lives.
“Right, Well, let’s get that ultrasound ordered up. Once we determine that everything is fine as it relates to the baby, we’ll get you out of here. Sound good?”
“Yes. Thank you, doctor,” Roni says softly.