by J. L. Beck
“Well, I’m being serious. I’m not wanting to play with toys, I’m wanting to get fucked. I know I’m young but come on… I’m not that young.” I rolled my eyes and laughter escaped Reid's mouth instantly, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
What could be so funny?
“Kitten, they're sex toys. We’re not going to be playing with fucking baby dolls and toy trucks.” He laughed again at my naivety and I scowled. I could hear the clanking and shuffling of items as he rifled through his metal box, then I heard the snap of him opening a cap, and the squirting sound followed.
Not long after, I felt his fingers bring a cool wetness to my warm pussy, and I twitched. He slid his wet finger from my center straight through the slit to my tight rosebud. He slowly pressed his slippery finger inside of my ass and I gasped.
The feeling was foreign and unknown, I didn’t understand why he would do that. People can get pleasure there? My face burned with embarrassment, uncertainty, and fear. The farther he slid his finger in and gently moved it in and out, the more comfortable I became.
“Relax, Kitten. You’ll love this, I promise.” He spoke through a soft growl.
“Why are you doing this?” I squeaked.
“Because I can.” He pulled his finger from my rosebud and I heard him squirting more liquid, then something cold and wet, that felt like metal, was placed at the entrance of my hole. He pushed it slowly, stretching my rosebud gently. It was uncomfortable again, but his touch was reassuring.
“What is that?” I asked in a soft whisper, my voice catching from my wince.
“It’s an anal plug, kitten. I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy while that’s stretching your ass for my thick cock.” He sounded proud, excited, and determined.
My eyes widened and my heartbeat began to race.
He was going to fuck me in my ass? No, no, no! No way....
“I'm not ready, Reid.” I pleaded, squirming against his hold.
“Breathe, Kitten, trust me. You know I would never hurt you.” His lips brushed against the base of my neck, and I exhaled trying to relax into his touch. This was the man I craved, the man that I wanted to be my first with everything.
Reid placed his hard cock at my soaked entrance sinking gently into me, stretching my hole. It felt even tighter than before because of the plug in my rosebud. I let out a soft moan and Reid flexed his cock.
“Fuck, Kitten. You are so tight… and all mine, understood?” He growled as he moved in and out of me from behind.
“Yes,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching around his length.
“Yes, what?” He asked, pants becoming heavy.
“Yes, I understand.” I moaned out.
“Good girl, Kitten.” His pace picked up and electricity coursed through my veins. My body tensed, just before he sent me over the edge with only a couple more thrusts. “Tell me you're coming, Kitten. I wanna hear you say it.” He growled.
“I-I’m coming!” I screamed out in ecstasy, my fingers digging into the sheets. Shock waves of pleasure were still coursing through me, when he pulled himself out of my pussy, his fingers grazing the butt plug that filled my puckered asshole.
“I'm going to fuck your asshole now.” Reid growled, pulling the anal plug out gently. My body tingled from the removal of the warm metal.
He grabbed the cool liquid again as I heard it snap open and he squeezed it onto my asshole. I could feel his cock was at the hole of my ass where the plug had been, and he entered me ever so j loudly.
“You’ve got to learn to appreciate the pleasure that comes with pain, Kitten. It’s much more enjoyable.” He leaned his body down onto mine, pressing me into the mattress. His hand brushed the hair off from my shoulder and gripped it, pulling it firmly. “You know I really hate your bratty attitude, right, kitten?”
Oh, God. He’s going to punish me. Isn’t he? He’s going to spank me like a bad girl.
Excitement ran through my core and the wetness in my center grew and grew at the thought of him smacking my ass with his thick palm. He pushed himself back away from me and gripped onto my hips, his cock resting inside of my ass. His hand travelled to my butt cheek, and he rubbed gently on the right side, keeping his firm grip on my left hip. He removed his right hand and seconds later a whack echoed through the room, a strong stinging sensation burned throughout my right cheek and I let out a tantalizing scream.
“Mmmm…” Reid moaned gruffly. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You like it rough, you like getting spanked, kitten?” He asked through a deep rugged breath.
I nodded my head yes, the pressure of his cock pumping inside of my ass began to make my toes curl.
“I can’t hear you when you nod, kitten. You need to scream for me.” He snarled. I wished I could see his face while he claimed my ass just as he had my virgin pussy.
I wanted to see the hunger in his eyes and watch his veins pop in his temples as he released his hot cum inside of me. The image of him in my mind turned me on even more. “Kitten, I said scream for me.” A crack of his palm graced my ass cheek again and another scream escaped me. Pleasure overwhelmed me. I had never felt so free, and full all at the same time.
“Reid.” I screamed his name, feeling spurts of his warm semen fill my asshole. I was still angry with him for pushing me away, but I was happy to have this last moment with him.
“I’ll never forget this moment with you, kitten.” His voice was husky, and I sunk deeper into the mattress, wanting to drag him down with me.
This couldn’t be the end of us, it couldn’t.
“You won’t have to forget, Reid, because whether you like it or not I’m going to be with you.” He pulled out of me gently and undid the belt at my hands.
“I wish, kitten, I fucking wish.” He mumbled into my hair, his eyes seeking mine out as he pulled me into his chest, our noses rubbing against each other’s. I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to. Everything I saw in Reid was all I could ever want in a man.
The desire to whisper the three little words that no man wanted to hear, was rushing through my veins. I bit my tongue, though, holding back the need. I would tell him when the time was right. When we could finally be together.
CHAPTER EIGHT
REID
Three Weeks Later
Her father showed up two days later, taking her away from me. It took everything in me to let her go, to watch her walk out the front door. I knew she hated leaving, and I hated myself more for letting her go, but it was what needed to be done.
“Just tell him how you feel about her.” Darren butted into my thoughts. I was going to drown myself in a bottle of whiskey before I did something as stupid as follows Darren’s advice.
“Nope.” I spoke clearly taking another swig from the bottle.
“Actually, you need to slow down.” Darren grabbed at the bottle of whiskey but I brought it to my chest, shaking my head no. I hadn't drunk this much since I enlisted but there wasn't anything that could fill the space in my heart that Bridget owned.
She let me claim her, and she knew how badly it would hurt me to watch her walk away.
“Touchhh the botttle and I'll break your f-fingers.” My words slurred a bit as I narrowed my eyes at him. He smirked, seeming unafraid.
“I’ve never seen you drink this much before.” I knew Darren’s concern was real. Hell, I was concerned, but if I wasn’t drinking then there was a chance, I would go straight to Parker and tell him how much I cared about Bridget.
“Ya have now.” I tipped the bottle back again, the whiskey numbing my senses. I couldn’t handle the need, the desires pulsing through me.
“I’m worried about you, man. And I’m not worried about anyone, ever.” That was true, but what did I care? My reason for breathing was gone, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it, because if I did, then I would risk a twenty year friendship and I couldn’t do that.
“Don’t be worried about me, this whiskey here will keep me in my place.” I
placed the bottle on the island, swaying on my feet. I hated myself for letting go of the one woman I could love.
“How do you even know he wouldn’t approve?” Darren eyed me, and my staggering.
“I know.” I swung around, coming to face him, my fingers gripping onto the edge of the counter to steady me.
“I guess…” He shrugged, “I could call some girls and help you get over her. I know there isn’t anything like virgin pussy but…”
I clenched my fist in rage, his words heated me right now, “Don’t ever talk about her like that again.” Darren knew I was angry because he slithered off the barstool with his hands up as if to say he didn’t do anything.
“I didn’t mean it like that and you know that.” I shook my head, the memory of her lips against mine slammed into me. I needed to move on, to let go of the feelings I had for her. There was no way we could be together, no way we could have our happily ever after without ruining someone else’s life.
“I…. I know.” I squeezed my lids closed. Anger. Pain. Sadness. It all engulfed me. I needed to be alone so I could wallow in my own misery. “Get out of here.” I muttered, stumbling out of the kitchen and in the direction of the bedroom. I used the wall to guide me, down the hall to my bedroom. I swear I could still smell her as I sucked in a breath of air.
I pushed through the door, tugging at my t-shirt, and unbuttoning my jeans. All I wanted was her, her touch, her lips, her hands against my skin. I was devoted to her completely, my body refusing to admire another woman ever.
If it wasn’t my kitten, then it wasn’t anyone.
“Are you going to be okay?” Darren’s voice carried down the hall and vibrated through me. Hadn’t I told him to leave?
“Go away.” I grumbled sagging against the mattress, the same mattress where I claimed her for the very first time. I didn’t hear Darren’s voice again, and I hoped he had taken my advice and left. Emotions overwhelmed me, and I pulled my iPhone out of my jeans, my fingers gliding across the screen as I stared at the picture that graced it.
I had gotten one picture of her while she was here with me, one single picture and I would cherish it so long as lived.
“Be a man…” I muttered to myself, feeling tears sting my eyes. I couldn’t cry over her, I couldn’t. I’d lost men at war, watched people I love lose their fight with cancer but nothing broke me like losing Bridget.
The desire to text her was consuming me, so I typed out the message I wanted, the words a jumbled mess, then I clicked on her name and hit send. I shouldn’t have done it, I know, but I had to I had to tell her how I felt even if it was wrong.
I slammed back onto the mattress, tears slipping from my eyes. I had let her go. I didn’t fight for her, for us, and the pain I was feeling was my own, for being stupid enough to think I could live without her.
The sound of my phone ringing registered somewhere in my mind, and I clutched it to my chest like a lifeline, watching Bridgets name flash across the screen.
I hit the green answer key, her sweet voice filling my ears. “Are you okay, Reid?” I could tell she was panicked, afraid even, and I hated that I had stirred that emotion in her.
“I’m not. I miss you, so fucking much.” I whispered the words, feeling as if I was talking to the memory of a ghost instead of actually her.
“Reid.” She said my name with so much anguish I could feel the words stabbing deep into my heart. I bit my lip, stifling the sadness that wanted to escape them.
“I should’ve told you.” The words vibrated through me.
“Reid, I have to tell you something.” I sat up in the bed, clutching the phone to my ear tightly, waiting for her to speak again.
“What is it, kitten?” I waited with bated breath to hear what she had to say.
“I’m pregnant, and my dad knows, and he’s livid…” I blinked, the whiskey in my veins evaporated into the air. As soon as the words slipped from her lips and through the speaker on the phone, I sobered up.
“Pregnant? How?” I asked myself more than her. She told me she was on birth control, did she lie?
“You’re the daddy, Reid. I forgot my pills and didn’t realize it until I got home. I’m sorry.” She sniffled, as if she was on the verge of tears. My heart shattered into a million pieces hearing the sadness that radiated out of her voice.
“Daddy?” I whispered the word, letting it sink in. I was going to be a dad. A-fucking-father. Did Parker know?
“Yes, Reid. You’re going to be a dad. I’m sorry, if you don’t want the baby then I’ll figure something out, I don’t want you to be upset with me.” I shook my head, hating that she thought I didn’t want the baby.
“Stop. Shhh, kitten.” I sucked in a breath. “I want the baby. I want you. Fuck, you’ve consumed every single thought I’ve had since you left three weeks ago.” I could hear her gasp through the phone. Did she expect me to be happy that she was gone?
“I thought you were mad at me. I thought you wanted me to leave.” I licked my lips envisioning the things I would do to her if she were right in front of me.
“Never, kitten, never-fucking-ever.” I needed to get to her, to be the man she needed. I’d put a ring on her finger. I’d support and cherish her like a real man should.
“I want to be with you.” She pleaded.
“You will be kitten, you will be. You’re mine now. Our child grows inside you and you’re mine baby, mine.” I growled. I would have to sleep off the whiskey that still coursed through my veins but when I woke up in the morning, I would make the trip to come see her.
“He knows, Reid. My dad knows. He doesn’t know you’re the father, but he blames you. He thinks you let me go out and sleep around.” I scrubbed a hand down my face, anger surfacing fast. Parker didn’t understand the dynamics of mine and Bridget’s relationship, but he would shortly.
“I’ll be there in the morning, kitten, and when I get there you better be ready to go because I ain’t leaving without you.” I announced. Knowing Bridget was carrying our baby inside of her sweet womb changed everything, it removed the need to be away from her, if anything I needed to be with her, inside her, and beside her. Forever.
I would be the man she needed, and the father our child deserved.
“Okay….” Her voice wobbled again. “I…. I love you.” She whispered, her words slamming into my gut. I wanted to whisper them back, and I should’ve but when I said them to her, I wanted it to be right, and right now wasn’t the time to be saying them.
“I know you do, kitten, and when the time is right, I’ll whisper the same words back to you, but when I do...it’s going to be perfect because you deserve only the best.” My eyes felt heavy, and my breaths evened out as I waited for Bridget to say something.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Reid.” She spoke softly, and then the line went dead. I sagged back against the mattress, my eyes closing, the things Bridget had just told me running rampant in my mind.
I was going to be a daddy. I was going to be a husband. I was going to be the best fucking man I could be for my sweet little kitten and the best fucking father to our sweet baby growing inside her belly.
CHAPTER NINE
BRIDGET
I wrung my hands together in despair. Daddy was being ruthless with his comments, and though I tried to shrug them off, they were starting to get the best of me.
“We’re going to go straight to Reid’s house and you’re going to tell him and I both who you slept with.” His voice radiated disapproval. I knew he wanted the best for me, but what he didn’t know was that Reid was the best.
He was the man I had wanted since I was a teenager. I saved myself for him, and now we were going to get our own happily ever after. I wish I could bravely tell my daddy that and have him understand, but I knew he wouldn’t.
They had been best friends for years and Reid was supposed to be like an uncle to me, but he never was. He was always something more in my eyes. I couldn’t believe a piece of Reid was growing
inside of me.
Our baby.
“Do you hear me Bridget? Do you? This is going to ruin your life. This boy, whoever he is doesn’t care about you. All he wanted was to screw you and now look, look what you’ve done to yourself.” I swallowed down the words that I desperately wanted to say. Reid wasn’t a boy, he was a man and he would make right of his word to me.
“I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you, Daddy.” My eyes slipped to the floor. I had more than disappointed him. I had enraged him. He was furious with me.
“Disappointment isn’t even the word I would use. I should’ve known Reid wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on you.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “This is my fault. Dammit.” He slammed a fist against the marble counter.
I shook my head, the rage in his eyes scared me, but it also made me angry. He couldn’t blame himself, but he couldn’t blame Reid either. This was all on me. I had forgotten my pills, and I had come onto Reid.
“It’s not your fault.” I mumbled, resting my hand against my belly. My father’s eyes drifted downward to wear my hand settled against my stomach.
“Don’t cradle your belly like you care about that baby. You don’t, because if you did you wouldn’t have just slept with anyone willing to give you the time.” I exhaled, trying to remind myself that he didn’t know it was Reid who was the father.
“I care.” I lifted my eyes to his, seeing the anger in them burn. I loved my daddy more than anything in the world, but I couldn’t handle his hate towards me right now.
“Reid will pay for this. Best friend or not I’m going to kill him for letting you out of his sight. He knows better, he fucking knows better.” Panic gripped me, holding me in place. If he was this angry over something so small, then how would he react when he found out Reid was the one who knocked me up?
“Daddy, it’s not Reid’s fault.” I shuffled toward the living room. It was a few minutes after one and I knew Reid would be here at any minute, or at least I’d hoped he would be. Daddy was getting angrier with every second that passed.