UnPlanned

by M. Piper

  “Oh gee thanks,” I laugh.

  “Hey Linc, can you come in here?” Wren yells from the bedroom.

  “Go. I’m heading out, our sis is here for me,” he mutters, checking his phone. “Good luck, dude!” he whispers, whacking my ass on his way out the door.

  I take off my jacket and lay it across the table gently as to not disrupt the box.

  I round the corner to the bedroom and swing open the door, stopping dead in my tracks.

  “Good God,” I murmur, my dick already getting hard for her from one glance.

  “Right?” she says, grinning.

  My Wren, my reserved quiet little sex freak, is at it again. She’s wearing a bright red leather outfit with cutouts for her tits and ass and pitch black heels that make her about as tall as I am.

  “You’re fucking smoking, babe,” I growl, walking over to her and spinning her slowly to admire the goods. When she makes her full turn, her eyes latch on mine and she smirks.

  “Watch this,” she whispers.

  She places one knee on the bed, then another slowly while grinning back at me. She slowly crawls up the bed, then stops and spreads her legs and I groan.

  “Holy fuck,” I groan, adjusting my hard as hell dick.

  “Crotchless pants,” she says, grinning. When she wiggles her ass and grins back at me my patience in watching this little show ends.

  I rip off my shirt and have my pants off in record timing. Her ass is high in the air for me and when I make it to her, I dip my head and lick one long stroke from clit to ass, making her moan and wiggle it for me.

  “We’re going to be late for trivia night,” I whisper, letting my hands roam her body in this outfit. It’s like it was painted on!

  “Fuck Trivia night,” she moans, grinding against me. “We’ll still make dinner after it.”

  “I can give you a little taste of what you’d miss tonight, just so you don’t feel left out,” I tell her, slipping a finger inside her. Fuck, she’s so tight. And wet.

  “Oh God, she whimpers when I slide two more in and stroke her from the inside. “You really don’t need to,” she says, moaning.

  “Oh…okay,” I say, shrugging and pulling my fingers out. She spins and glares at me.

  “Really?” Her eyebrows raise in question. I smirk and she shakes her head. “Fine.” She laughs but it stops short when I push two fingers inside of her.

  “Did you know I have the entire Gettysburg Address memorized?” I ask, leaning down and feathering kisses on her neck. She moans and bucks back to meet my hand as I try to pull out. “Four score,” I start, then chuckle. “Maybe this whole trivia thing isn’t a good idea,” I say, pulling my hand away from her.

  “God, don’t stop!” she says, her eyes wild with lust. I smirk and chuckle.

  “You like my nerd facts?” I whisper, licking one of my fingers. She whimpers when I use it to trace her puckered hole.

  “Fuck, Lincoln.” She grunts, gripping the sheets as I slip a finger in her ass.

  I smirk and thrust inside of her, all the way to the hilt. She screams out and I let out a puff of air. God damn she feels good.

  “Did you also know that John Quincy Adams had a pet alligator at the White House?” I say, pumping into her. “Fuck, Wren,” I grunt.

  “Oh God, Lincoln,” She moans loudly. Thank fuck my brother left tonight. These noises are, and will always be, just for me.

  I flip her to her side and bring one of her legs to my shoulder, straddling the other one and slam into her. God, this is my favorite angle. Her cries loud, her tits bouncing, and her hands fisted in the sheets all make this the sexiest fucking night.

  “I’m so close,” she gasps, then reaches down and uses her fingers on her clit in perfect tight circles.

  “Come on my cock, Wren,” I moan, thrusting harder and faster into her.

  “Oh God!” She belts out, her pussy pulsing around me as her legs start to shake.

  “Fuck, yes,” I grunt. “Fucking come, Wren.” I reach down and grip onto her shoulder, holding her closer to me while I pump into her and her pussy tightens around me when her orgasm rips through her. “Fuck!” I bellow, releasing mine as soon as hers starts.

  “Holy shit,” she pants, her leg still on my shoulder and cum dripping out of her pussy after I slowly pull out of her. God, that’s torture.

  “That’s hot as hell, babe,” I smirk.

  “I gotta do laundry, now,” she says, laughing and stretching out on the bed.

  “I fucking love you, baby,” I huff then stretch out next to her, letting my fingers trail up and down her body. The sleek getup she has on is sexy and new and exciting, but I want her skin.

  She shifts to her side and smiles softly at me. She’s beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.

  “Marry me,” I blurt. Her face turns up to this hesitant smile and I feel like a massive tool but I can’t take it back. “Listen. I had this entire, big, elaborate thing planned out to propose. But…fuck it. Wren,” I shift, sitting up next to her and bringing her with me. “I’ve known you were it for me for a long time. You’re the light in all my dark days. You and Carter, you guys make me whole. I want to spend the rest of my life waking up to you, Wren.”

  “In this hot getup?” she smirks, quirking her eyebrow.

  “I mean, you can definitely keep it, yes. But I love you just as you are. So what do ya say?” I smile and she pokes her finger into my dimple and grins.

  “I would love to marry you, Lincoln West.” She smiles and presses her lips to mine.

  “The ring’s in the kitchen,” I murmur on her lips. “I can go get it if you want—” She presses her fingers to my lips and smiles.

  “We’ll get it in the morning.” She pushes me to my back. “I think we should cancel dinner plans tonight, too,” she whispers, straddling my legs.

  “I think that’s an amazing idea,” I groan as she slides down on my already hard again cock.

  This is my life. Completely not the way I had planned in my head years ago, but I couldn’t ask for anything more.

  It’s perfect.

  The next morning I kiss Wren goodbye as she heads off to work on her project before the sun gets too warm, then head out to grab Carter from my parents’ house. Winter really put a damper on the mural, but she enjoyed the time off with Carter and got back to work as soon as she could. I believe she’s about done with the first one and here in a couple weeks she starts classes to finish her degree at the local college. I’m proud of her.

  Ford saunters in the back door around lunchtime when I’m in the middle of making Carter some chicken nuggets.

  “Stay at Moms last night?” I ask, grinning. He grunts and grabs a glass of water before half collapsing into the kitchen chair. He grunts and nods, spinning his cup absentmindedly.

  “Remember that girl I met a few months ago?” he asks, drinking down his water in one gulp. I chuckle and toss some mac and cheese on Carter’s plate, letting it cool.

  “You meet a lot of girls, Ford.” I eye him and grin. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that. Does she have a name?”

  “Mackenzie,” he mutters, picking at the table.

  “Did her boyfriend beat you up?” I laugh, not remembering her at all. My brother has fun with his girls, but there’s only ever been one he’s been serious about and she died years ago. It’s a sad story, really. It’s the whole reason he’s a little unhinged as it is.

  “No,” he laughs, looking up at me. “I think I’m in love.”

  I let out a large, boisterous laugh and plop into the seat after giving Carter his lunch.

  “You? Ford? My little brother. In love? Didn’t you swear that off?” I laugh, leaning back in my chair and eyeing him. “You feeling ok?”

  He nods and lets out a chuckle, shifting his hair to the other side of his head and rubbing his jaw. “I feel weird,” he mumbles.

  “Does the girl know you? I mean, you’re not like, creepy stalker like you did to Dana in the third grade,
are you?”

  “No, you ass.” He laughs.

  “Ass! Dad, Uncle Ford say Ass!” Carter screams from his chair in a fit of laughter. I raise an eyebrow to Ford and he growls, standing up then stomping his way over to the curse jar we started when Carter started talking more a couple months ago. He’s grinning but bitching the entire way there.

  “I feel like it needs to be two bucks, bro. He said it twice,” I say after him.

  “Only because this is for his college fund!” he yells from the living room and I laugh.

  When he walks back in the room he huffs and leans on the doorframe.

  “So, did Wren say yes?” he asks, grinning.

  “She did,” I answer, grinning. “She most certainly did.”

  “It’s been six months, Wren.” Lincoln kisses my forehead as I stare at my phone screen, watching my sister’s worried face stare back at me as the call comes in. “Talk to her. You only have one sister.”

  Why I answer the call I’ll never know. She left a few days after I lost my shit at my parents’ house that night and I haven’t been in contact with any of them since. It was easy writing off my parents.

  It hasn’t been as easy writing off my best friend.

  “What?” I snap, Lincoln ducking out of view but still holding tight to my hand, his eyes locked on me.

  “I just want to talk. Please.” She says, her eyes pleading me.

  “You stole away a huge part of my life…of my son’s life…that I’ll never get back,” I say, glaring at the screen.

  “I know. I’ll never be able to explain to you the hurt I felt for doing it, but you have to understand I didn’t have any other option.”

  “You look horrible, Lark,” I mutter. Lincoln takes my hand and gives it a gentle kiss before walking out of the room to give us some privacy.

  “I feel horrible. I lost a best friend and my entire family in one day.”

  “You still have Mom and Dad. You guys are three peas in a pod,” I mutter and she lets out a low growl.

  “Mom and Dad ruined my life, too, Wren. They forced me to do what I did. I thought the decision I made was the best option. He was with his father.”

  “You didn’t know him, though!” I shriek.

  Six months and you’d think I wouldn’t be so emotional about this, but we never got out what needed to be said.

  “I did, though. I’d had a few classes with him before that. He was a good guy, Wren. He still is.” She smiles. “I know you’ll probably never forgive me, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for taking your baby and I’m sorry for not telling you the truth. I’m sorry you had to go through all that, and most of all I’m sorry that I failed you as a big sister.”

  I stare at her for a moment. She looks like she’s lost ten pounds, no makeup and frizzy hair. She looks like shit…and though on the outside I’m very vocal about how that’s deserved, my heart hurts for her.

  It hurts more for what we lost. I lost my best friend. Sure, I have Lucy and Lincoln and Ford and Reagan now to fill my time with, but there’s something about that sister connection that I only have ever had with one person.

  The one person that was forced to fuck up my life by the two people that should love us most in this world.

  “Mom and Dad really fucked us, didn’t they?” I whisper.

  “Yep,” she says, nodding.

  We sit there in silence for what seems like forever. I have missed my sister. I miss our weekly phone calls. I miss gushing about how cute Carter is to her. I even miss hearing about how perfect her life is.

  I mean…that’s probably not the case anymore.

  “I miss you, Lark,” I whisper, finally looking at the screen. “I miss my sister.”

  She lets out a small cry and covers her mouth with her hand, nodding her head as a tear streaks down her cheek.

  “I’m so sorry, Wren,” she cries. “I’m so happy you have him back. I should have never done what I did.” She rambles and I notice myself crying now too.

  “Stop,” I let out a strangled laugh. “We’re about to go to dinner and my makeup is crazy running.” I take a breath to calm myself and smile at her. “You did make the right choice, Lark. Between the police station and his biological father? If it were me, I would have done the same thing if my hand was being forced.”

  “They were going to cut all ties with both of us. I didn’t have a job that could support us, Wren,” she whispers. “I was young and stupid and scared. For all of us.”

  “I know. I get it. Mom and Dad have always been like this. Needy, demanding, controlling…” I shrug. “No tears over that loss. But you?” I whisper. “You’re my best friend.”

  “Can you ever forgive me?” she asks, worry tracing her features.

  “Yea,” I smile. “I think we can work on it.”

  Keep an eye out for the West Family Series to continue with:

  UnHinged (Ford)- Late 2017 (early 2018)

  UnWanted (Reagan)- Spring 2018

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  UNHINGED: A WEST FAMILY NOVEL

  -FORD-

  Mackenzie Mueller doesn’t take me seriously.

  She says I’m an alcoholic.

  I say I’m living in the moment.

  She says I’m immature.

  I say I like to have fun and she’s stuck up.

  She says I need to take life more seriously.

  I say I tried that, and it broke my heart.

  She says I’m the best she’s ever had.

  …I tend to agree.

  She says she’ll never be able to be with a ‘boy’ like me.

  I’m about to prove her wrong.

  Keep an eye out for the cover reveal and prologue reveal, coming this fall!

  Flip to the next page to read an exclusive short story!

  Chapter 1

  Street Rat

  “Van’s not gonna be happy, kid,” I hear Marc mumble to me. His fists are clenched at his side, but I can’t take my eyes off the fuck up. My first big job and some douchebag made me fucking ruin it. I need this paycheck, too.

  Fuck.

  “The fuck did you do?” Van’s voice booms, his footfalls echoing heavy in the garage. Each step is one closer to theFerrari LaFerrari Aperta I was supposed to bring to him unscathed. Each time his shoe hits the concrete there’s a thud in my chest, louder than my beating heart. “Untouched doesn’t mean dinged, you fucking moron,” he growls. Dinged is a nice way of putting it. He’s being nice, but only because I’m his nephew.

  “It’s not his fault,” Marc tries telling him but I stop him with a glare.

  “It’s my fault, Van. The cops were everywhere. I had no choice.”

  I glance over at Van, rubbing his jawline and glaring at the massive crunched front end.

  “What the fuck happened?”

  “They came at us from all directions. A sensor must have been tripped. We had to make some tight maneuvers just to get this one. There’s a possibility El got caught.”

  I run my hands through my hair, letting it fall back down into my eyes before smoothing it away again. Taking stock in the car, I wince when my uncle slams his fist on the hood. The noise reverberates through the shop, bringing everyone standing around us to a deadly silence.

  “You really did a number on this car, Roman,” my uncle, the most powerful man in the country, mumbles. Walking around the car, he eyes the scrapes from the pole I almost took out.

  “I brought you the car. This is all cosmetic. The thing drives just fine, Va-”

  He stops me with a finger in the air and I close my mouth immediately.

  I need this. Bad. He knows this. He can’t not pay his own flesh and blood because the cops were on my tail. He’s lucky I didn’t get caught!

  “Half your pay. Marc, pay the boy and take him home,” he pauses, giving me a sinister grin. “I mean...back to his rat cage.”

  His words singe my skin and I want to retort with
a smartass comment, defending my current digs, but I don’t. At least it’s a place to lay my head at night.

  “Half your pay, kid.” Marc slops a wad of cash in my sweaty palm, shaking his head at me. “Next time don’t be so careless and you could have way more than that. Maybe enough to actually find a place to live that’s not in the hood.”

  “This’ll be just fine,” I mutter, shoving the cash into my bag before heading out into the rainy night.

  I don’t live in the greatest of areas and I may do things that may not be legal, but I’m not a bad guy. I do what I need to survive. Currently, surviving means spending my days on the street, finding items to flip and sell for just a little extra cash. As long as I have enough money to eat and feed my dog, I’m good.

  “Hey, Jeannie. How was Abu?” I take his leash and he licks my legs as Jeannie hands me over his bag of food.

  “He’s ornery, Roman. But he’s a good one. You’ve got a good pal there.”

  Jeannie smiles and the wrinkles around her eyes crease tighter. Jeannie lives across the hall from me and I need her help during the day. My landlords don’t mind me having Abu there to sleep with me, but he’s not allowed to stay alone in my room because he may eat everything in sight. And he’s not allowed to be with me at my uncle’s garage. Since Jeannie is retired and has nothing to do during the day, she helps out.

  We make our way back to the apartment, just hungry enough to scrape up whatever leftovers are in the fridge and make some sort of meal. These are my days, anymore. Ever since I was kicked out of the foster system, I’ve been nothing but an orphaned street rat.

  ***

  “Busy day today?” Gretta, the worker slopping breakfast on my plate at the shelter down the street asks. I paid five dollars for a plate of…mush?

  “Uh yeah. Job hunting.” With a smile, I walk to my table and slide the food into Abu’s bowl. He doesn’t have a problem eating shit like this and that’s just less I have to feed him in dog food.