UnPlanned

by M. Piper

  My maternity photos. I didn’t take many because I was playing the role of depressed teenager, but God I was excited to be growing that baby. It was like something was finally mine. In a world of everything that my parents controlled, this baby was finally my decision.

  Until it was taken away.

  It’s been a month of seeing a girl that I’m falling fast for yet I still have to break the news to her about Carter. I know I should, and I feel guilty for not telling her yet, but it’s never seemed like the right time. In the past month we’ve gotten to know each other in a way I’ve never known anyone before, and we still haven’t even slept together yet! Our schedules are so different and so busy that getting to hang out on nights at her house when Lucy isn’t home hasn’t even happened yet and it’s not like I can bring her back to my place. She told me a while back she wants to take it slow, so I’ve been honoring that, but it’s not easy. Each time I see her I think of how amazing it would feel to finally be inside her. One of these times it’ll happen, and when it does I know there’s no turning back. As it stands I think about her daily and obsess over that first touch. I can’t imagine how much stronger that feeling will be when it finally happens.

  “When are you going to bring Wren to Sunday dinner, Lincoln?” My mom asks, smiling at me from across her kitchen.

  “Uh.” I stammer. “I uh…” My eyes fly to Carter, who’s currently snuggling with Yellow like the best friends they are, and I sigh. “I don’t know.”

  My mom spins and cocks her head at me, raising that one eyebrow she’s so perfect at.

  “And why not? I’d like to meet the girl that has my son all kinds of smitten.”

  “She… I…” I stutter and my brother walks into the room and picks up Carter, handing him a gummy worm.

  “Linc hasn’t told the girl he’s a dad yet, ma,” Ford blurts, breaking the news not so delicately.

  My mother’s always had a way of reacting to news she’s not prepared for. She’s not one for dramatics and big scenes. She’s more of the quiet type. Her eyes fly to me, wide as the day is long, then she takes a deep breath and turns back to the counter where she’s preparing dinner for tonight.

  “Mom, you know—”

  She holds her hand up silencing me then goes back to cutting the carrots. Each slam of the knife is more than I can bare. I throw a pillow at Ford and Carter laughs and I shake my head at them. I can’t believe he just did that! Fucking younger brothers, man.

  “You know,” my mom finally says, breaking the awkward silence. “You know I came home and told whoever I could that my son had a baby? Anyone and everyone that would listen,” she says. “It wasn’t ideal and it was definitely unplanned for everyone, but I was proud of you and that baby boy. I’m even more proud now of the dad you’ve evolved into. I see no harm in being a father, Lincoln. He’s the best thing you’ve got going for your dumb butt right now,” she snaps. I try to protest and explain to her why I did what I did but she shakes her head. “I’m not sure who this girl is to you, but if she’s anything important, you better tell her before you hide it much longer. It may not be a deal breaker for the reasons you think of. People don’t like being lied to.”

  I nod and sigh, letting her have the last word on the topic. I know I’ll never make her understand why I’ve hid it, mostly because I’m not sure why it’s gone on this long either. Now it’s more that I’m afraid she’ll ditch me and I’m starting to rely on her being in my life.

  “So bring her over tomorrow.” Ford says, smiling across the room and my mom spins and gasps.

  “That’s a perfect idea!” she chirps, clasping her hands in front of her. Throwing my shoes at me, Carter laughs when they hit me in the head and I groan.

  “Geez, Ma,” I whine, taking them and staring at her like she’s lost her mind.

  “Go. Get out and don’t come back until you have the girl. Carter’s staying here with us tonight anyway, so you have no reason to tell me no,” she blurts.

  “Wren, Mom. Her name’s Wren.”

  “Wren Potts? She’s sweet.” Reagan walks in with her flavor of the month behind her and she grins. “Guys, this is Dot. Dot, this is my family. Ford, Lincoln, and Mom.” She glances around. “Dad’s probably working on the House.” She shrugs.

  “Dot? Your name’s really…Dot?” Ford asks, attempting to hold back the laughter but failing.

  “Doterra, but yes, people call me Dot. It’s pretty rad.” This douche nods at us like he’s the shit and I can’t stop staring at his man bun.

  I give Ford a glance and shrug, hugging my sister and whispering, “He freaks me out,” making her laugh and push me away.

  “I’ll be back,” I grumble, no longer angry I have to leave. I’m not sure I could be a good big brother sitting in a room with a man named Dot that my sister’s banging.

  Nope.

  I text Wren to make sure she’s home and get a reply of her legs on the couch, covered in a blanket and a book and smile. I have all night with her, not worrying about getting home to Carter, and hell if I’m not looking forward to this. Even if it is just chilling at her place with Lucy, I’m happy as long as I’m with my girl.

  When she opens the door for me, though, my brain stops functioning. I’m a fully grown male, and the sight in front of me literally turns off all brain power. The extra-long t-shirt, long socks to her knees, and the nest on top of her head perfectly messy… Fuck is she even wearing pants right now?

  Her eyes go wide and her cheeks immediately flush.

  “Why you answering the door like this?” I mutter, my eyes trailing her body.

  “Well, for your information, this is the most comfortable thing I own.” She says with a smirk. Yea, and it’s probably the sexiest thing you own, too. She knows how good she looks right now.

  I glance around the quiet house as she walks back to the couch.

  “Where’s Lucy?”

  “She’s on vacation with her parents. Cabo. She’ll be gone all week.” She grins at me and stretches her legs out in front of her. God those perfect legs on that perfect fucking body. They make a man lose his damn mind.

  She stretches again, this time her arms go too and I realize she’s not even wearing a bra. I let out a growl and storm over to her, leaning down and taking her mouth with mine. Fuck it. I’ll tell her about Carter later. Right now I need this girl and she’s obviously toying with me, knowing what she’s doing to me.

  She moans and arches her body in to mine. Her hands wrap around me and I straddle her on the couch, her body under mine, so fucking perfect.

  “You know how I told you a couple weeks ago I wasn’t ready for sex yet?” she whispers, her nails raking softly down my arms.

  “Mmm, yes. Sounds familiar,” I whisper, planting kisses on her neck.

  “I think I’m ready.”

  Those four words stop me in my tracks and I pull back, smirking at her.

  “You think?”

  She giggles, making my dick want to come out and play, and lets her finger trail my dimple.

  “I know…I just…” she huffs then covers her face with her hands. “It’s been so long, Lincoln. I mean, I want you. I really want you. But what if I screw something up?!”

  “Highly doubtful,” I say, lowering my voice, her glistening eyes and flush skin tell me she’s more than ready. “Bedroom,” I blurt, standing from the couch. She smirks and stands, taking my hand and pulling me to the back of the house.

  “It’s been a while, I may be rusty,” she runs her hands through her hair, fluffing it out from the bun it was in, and I have to stop her right there.

  “Wren, I’ve been waiting for this day for a goddamned month.” I feather light kisses on her neck and she relaxes into me, humming when my hands find her ass. “This body?” My hands make their way up her backside and pull her closer to me. “Your body?” I feather more kisses and wrap my hands around her front side, under her shirt, and feel her perky nipples waiting for me. In one swoop I have her shirt over her
head and discarded on the floor. I drop to my knees in front of her and press kisses on her abdomen. “It’s mine tonight.” I slide down her underwear and the sweet scent of her arousal makes it almost painful to be wearing these tight jeans right now. Fucking Christ.

  I stand and press my lips to hers. “Bed, Wren,” I manage to whisper. Her eyes, clouded with lust, lock on mine and she nods slowly and hesitantly before crawling up to the head of the bed. She’s already breathing fast and we haven’t even begun yet. I strip off the rest of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor while never taking my eyes off her. Crawling up the bed to meet her, I let a small smirk play on my lips.

  I kiss my way up her legs, starting at her perfect ankles and ending at her soft as shit mouth, then trail my way back down, latching onto each of her nipples and pulling delicious moans from her before working my way down south.

  “Fuck, Lincoln.” She pants, her hands gripping the sheets as I slide a finger inside her.

  “Jesus Christ, Wren. How long has it been?” I moan, letting my fingers play her tight pussy.

  “Almost two years,” she gasps, bucking up to meet my hand when I slide a second finger inside her.

  “Fucking amazing,” I whisper, then lean down and let my tongue glide along her clit and she screams out, gripping the back of my head and riding me, fucking my face.

  “Oh fuck, Linc,” she belts, making me grin and swipe my tongue in a tight circle right where she needs it. “Ooooo fuck,” she pants.

  “You gonna come, Wren?” I whisper, kissing her thighs while my fingers stroke her g-spot. She nods quickly, whining and gripping the bed sheets. The sight in front of me is so beautiful I want to prolong it as much as I can but I need to be inside her. We have all the time in the world to fuck around later. Right now, I need her to be mine. Two years is a long fucking time to go without. This girl deserves the world right now and that’s what I’m about to give her.

  I curl my fingers up and stroke with a light pressure, then push down on her lower abdomen and latch my mouth around her clit.

  “AH, shit!” She screams, her entire body going stiff before she screams out at the top of her lungs and her orgasm rips through her. She’s so tight I feel her muscles clenching my fingers but I keep playing her through the whole thing. My mouth doesn’t let up until she’s switched from screaming in pleasure to laughing from how sensitive it is.

  “I can’t feel my toes,” she pants as I move my way up her body and press my lips to hers. “Holy shit.”

  “That good, huh?” I smirk, her finger immediately tracing my dimple. She’s made me love that damn thing.

  “So good. But it’s not enough.” She bites her lip. “I need you inside me,” she whispers, wrapping her legs around me. I press my lips against her collarbone then reach to my side table for a condom. My stomach plummets when I can’t find one.

  “I don’t have any condoms here,” I blurt, realizing how much of a dumbass I am when the drawer comes out empty. How the fuck do I not have any here!?

  “It’s fine,” she whispers, her hand resting on my cheek and bringing my gaze back to her. “I’m on birth control. Condoms suck, anyway.”

  “You sure?” I furrow my brows, still painfully hard even though this conversation isn’t what I’d like to be doing right now. It’s needed. “I’m clean. I swear.”

  She laughs and pushes her core against me again and I groan.

  “I’m so positive, Lincoln.”

  I huff and press my lips to hers then push my dick against her. Her eyes flutter closed and her head falls to the side as I slowly enter her.

  It’s pure and utter torture.

  “I’m fucking hurting you, aren’t I?” I whisper scared to death and not moving.

  “No, please,” she pants, focusing her eyes on mine. “Please don’t stop.”

  I growl and push in a little more, her mouth pops into an ‘o’ and she arches her back, wrapping her legs around me.

  “Wren, I swear to God if I’m hurting you I’ll stop.”

  Fuck, I’ve never fucked a virgin before but she’s not one. But fuck she’s tight. Two years is a long ass time to go, I may as well be popping her cherry all over again.

  “Keep going,” she whimpers, her eyes hooded. She’s so wet and tight that I push myself in a little more and then a little more until I’m buried to the hilt and she sighs. “God that feels so good, Lincoln.” Her hands rest on my biceps and I let her thrust up to me a few times, each time she moans louder makes it harder for me to hold this position. Her eyes flutter closed as she thrusts up and each time I lower myself a little more to her until her tits are smashed against me and my mouth is fluttering kisses on her ear.

  I push into her once, slowly, and she huffs in my ear. I do it again and she moans.

  “Wren, I can’t hold on long.” I thrust into her again, tight and slow, and she quivers underneath me. Her pussy tightens around my dick and I pump into her, painfully slow, over and over. Hell, I’ve been with a lot of girls, but this is way more than just being with her. This is more than fucking. “Fuck,” I grunt.

  This is making love.

  “I’m so close,” she whimpers, grinding against me as I pump into her. I pick up my pace and feel her pussy tighten around me. Like fucking pulsing waves, she screams out and loses control of her body as she comes undone underneath me. Her pussy’s milking me, warm and tight, and I groan, thrusting as hard as I can in jerky movements as my own orgasm starts at my core and just fucking explodes.

  I’m done for. This girl’s officially done me in.

  “Holy shit,” I pant, pressing my mouth to hers and kissing her like a starved animal.

  We’re both fucked to the point of exhaustion but neither of us have it in us to get out of this bed. Hell, I’m not sure I ever want to. This girl’s mine, and I can’t let her go. I shift so she’s wrapped in my arms and we lie there, twisted in each other’s arms and not making a move to get up.

  “Tell me about your family,” I finally whisper. I want nothing more than to be able to bring this girl to every family function of mine, but I still feel like there’s so much I don’t know about her.

  She sighs and lays her head on my arm. “There’s not much to tell. My parents are politicians with money who never should have produced offspring. My sister hates them so she never comes home.” She shrugs and sighs. “I’m just trying to survive with a family that’s in shambles. But trust me, my parents will do anything to hide any scandal. To the public’s eye, we’re the perfect little family of four. Behind closed doors it’s a hot fucking mess.”

  “I’m really sorry about that,” I whisper, kissing her forehead and snuggling her closer. “I couldn’t imagine having a family I couldn’t stand to be around. My family’s everything to me.”

  “I’d like to meet them,” she says quietly, her fingers tracing circles on my chest. I pause and shake my head.

  Here goes nothing.

  “Yeah… Um, my mom’s been asking for me to bring you to dinner this weekend.” Her hands twirl in mine as her head rests on my chest.

  “Yea?” I can feel her grin on my chest and I sigh heavy. “That a problem?” She lifts on one arm and lifts an eyebrow at me. “Am I too homely looking to meet your family?”

  “No, babe,” I huff, pulling her to me and pressing my lips to her forehead. “I just…shit.” I sigh. “I need to tell you something and you’re not allowed to freak out, ok?”

  She narrows her eyes and nods slowly, sitting straight up in bed and turning to face me.

  “I’m all ears,” she whispers, nerves lacing her face.

  “I’m serious, Wren. I don’t know why I’ve kept it a secret this long, probably out of sheer fear that you won’t want to be with me once you know…you’re young. You’re…fuck you’re perfect for me.” My hands have gone clammy and I can feel my pulse in my fucking neck right now. The worried look she’s giving me isn’t helping, either. “But this probably isn’t perfect for you.” I wince. />
  “Are you dying?” she whispers, her eyes wide.

  “No, definitely not.” I let out a small chuckle and roll over in her bed and grab my phone from my pants pocket. She’s watching me carefully and my fingers are shaky as I pull up the picture I took of Carter this morning. God, his smiling face gets me every fucking time. He’s got the perfect ‘cheese’ face, all scrunched up and bright.

  I hold the phone over to her and she takes it, her eyes flicking from the screen back to me.

  “He’s adorable,” she whispers. I notice her gaze slowly lose focus as she stares at the screen again. Her brows furrow and she shakes her head softly. “He’s yours, isn’t he? That’s why I’ve never been to your place? And why our evenings together are few and far between?” I can’t tell if she’s hurt or angry, but either way she’s not running and that’s a better reaction than I thought would happen.

  I nod, resting my hand on her thigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, Wren.”

  “He’s beautiful.” She mutters the words but she still won’t look at me.

  “Are you mad?” I shift and plant a few kisses on her bare legs and she sighs.

  “No,” she says simply. “Where’s the mom?”

  I clench my jaw and her eyes finally meet mine. I’ve never really had to explain to a girl before the circumstances on how Carter came into my life. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

  “I don’t know.” I shrug. “He was dropped off with me…it was a big ordeal. He’s the reason I moved home. I don’t even know who the mother is,” I say, letting out a nervous chuckle. “I know it’s not ideal, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I don’t date because I’m so busy with work and him…but you’re. Well you’re you. You’re different.” I sigh. “I really like you, Wren, and I feel like a tool for not telling you.”

  “Don’t. I would have done the same thing.” She finally looks at me, her eyes glistening. “We all keep the most important things closest to us. It’s a way of self-preservation. It’s only been a month, Lincoln.” She laughs lightly. “You had to figure out I’m not insane first. I get it.” She smiles softly. “What’s his name?”