As soon as I turn to look at Jen a familiar voice resonates from behind me.
Oh, my God. Does it ever end?
"Clarabelle! Oh, Clarabelle!" Dirk waves his arms around as his lanky figure runs toward us. "Did Roman sheath the dragon? I heard some noises comin’ from his place last night. You two musta’ been hidin' the sausage and bumpin’ some fugly uglies up in there."
“What?” I ask.
“Ya know? Wrappin’ his custard launcher. No offense, Clarabelle, but us men need to keep our peckers from fallin’ off.”
I try to ignore Dirk’s assumption that Roman would catch any funky shit from my vagina and turn to look at Jen because if this man continues to inadvertently insult my lady business I might just have to shove my fist in his mouth.
"Jen, do you have a cell phone I could use?"
I notice Dirk give Jen a look as she pushes her hands deep in her pockets. "Sorry, Missy, ain't got one on me," she replies.
"That’s fine. Maybe Caleb has one."
As soon as I start heading toward Roman’s foreman, Jen’s palm latches onto my arm, stopping me in my place.
"Caleb’s busy," she says. "How ‘bout you and I go see if we can help out with the horses."
I turn to look at Dirk. He shrugs his shoulders with a shit-eating grin on his face and before I can protest, I find myself being dragged behind the redhead, dodging a group of wayward chickens who decided to cross our path. My awkward chicken dance is interrupted when I notice Roman making his way toward me, wearing his Stetson low on his brow as sweat slides down his neck. Sinful.
"How's your friend?"
Jen smiles at me, giving me a knowing wink, as she continues on toward the stables without me.
"Jet? Oh, he's fine. Sleeping it off." Roman chuckles. "One of these days one of those women are gonna give him a heart attack."
I raise my brow at the use of his words pertaining to women, silently questioning him to explain.
"Jet has an issue. Pretty common, really.”
"Yeah! The ole’ rust bucket can't get it up no more, Clarabelle!”
Roman and I both laugh as Dirk jogs past us with his fly down. Continuing to laugh at the crazy redneck, I turn my attention toward Roman and notice a change in his sparkling baby blues. When his gaze slowly cuts down to my breasts, I notice his chest start to rise and fall as his breaths become choppy and strained. I follow a droplet of sweat as it makes its way from the side of his face down his neck. When he catches me staring at him a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"C'mon," he says, grabbing my hand. "Let's go."
Two minutes later I find myself pinned up against a horse stall with Roman’s lips attached to my neck. His hands roam freely, kneading my breasts, and it’s all I can do not to beg this man to fuck me into oblivion.
"Oh shit, Roman.”
"Fuck. You feel so damn good, Gia," Roman whispers. “Fucking amazing.”
I shiver at the contact as my hands fly up and lace through his dark hair, tugging him down further into my neck. When Roman licks the shell of my ear, it causes me to whimper his name and sink into his touch. My body crumbles when his fingertips slide down over my breasts and across my belly. I bite down hard on my bottom lip when he cups my pussy with his palm.
"Fuck, you are so wet," he says.
The whore perks up with a warning, but I ignore it.
"I want you so bad, Gia," he whispers again, pressing his hard length against me. "Always did but too stupid to admit it."
The whore sends out another warning, but again I ignore it.
I screw my eyes shut, drowning in the way Roman makes me feel when the reality of why I came here in the first place flops hard into my lap. Shit. I need to tell him before things go any further. Did he just moan? I lose all thought when I feel him press himself further against me.
"We could make such beautiful babies."
Diapers.
Formula.
Bottles.
Wipies.
As soon as the words fly out of Roman’s mouth my ears take notice and so does the whore as she takes out her thermometer to check her temperature.
"What did you just say?"
"What's wrong?” Roman looks at me with a confused expression. “What did I say?"
If he only knew what those words really mean to me-if he only knew the truth. He closes the space between us, latching his lips onto the small sliver of skin below my ear, and again I sink into his touch.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, slowly trailing his fingertips along my thigh, stopping just below where I want him the most. “So wet.”
Without fail, the whore decides to thrust a piece of paper out in front of her.
Nipple cream…
Diaper rash ointment…
Pacifier…
Teething gel…
I ignore my inner idiot when I feel my belly ache from the want and need.
"You said that we could make…”
He ignores my words, gently pressing his knee between my legs, creating a sweet, tortuous friction.
I whimper loudly.
"Tell me what you want, Gia. Anything and it's yours.” Roman doesn’t wait for my response as he removes the shirt I’m wearing. The button on my jeans pops open as he releases it and runs his fingertips along the seam of my panties. His touch feels delicious. “All you have to do is say it."
Breast pump…
Stretch mark cream…
Maternity clothes…
Midnight feedings…
My nerves feel like live wires, flicking and spiraling out of control as I try to sift through my emotions. But before I’m able to utter a single word, Roman pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto a pile of hay. He's gorgeous and sexy and perfect. My fingers itch to touch his hard chest, his muscular belly and that small smattering of hair on his chest. I cannot explain how much I want this man, and the ache between my legs doesn't subside as he grasps my left breast in one hand and rubs my wet pussy with his other.
"I want to hear you say it, Gia," he demands, his grip becoming more intense.
The whore brings the thermometer up to her eyes and nods her approval.
"Say it now, Gia," he commands, rubbing the denim that’s covering the spot right over my clit. Roman moves his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Say. It.”
I shake my head. This is it. I’m going to tell him. I blow out a shaky breath and whimper softly. It’s now or never, bitch. Just tell him. "I want a baby. I want your baby."
Roman falls to his knees and doesn't stop his kinky fuckery. "Hmm?" He moans against the skin on my belly as he circles his tongue around my bellybutton.
"Oh shit.” The words come out in a deep, throaty moan as he manipulates my body with his mouth. I embed my fingers into his hair and twist with each swipe of his tongue against my skin. "Feels. So. Good."
I cast my eyes down as my jeans are tugged away from my hips and the denim starts to slide down my legs. The whore cocks a brow, flashing a neon sign that reads, ‘Gimme that baby batter, Cowboy!’
Babies.
Babies.
Babies.
"Roman.” My voice is strangled. “For the love of God, Roman, stop!”
"Mmm,” he grounds out, licking the inside of my thigh, giving no fucks to the words coming out of my mouth. “You taste so fucking good here and here and fucking here, too."
"Please, Roman, there's something I have to tell you.” I choke out my response because this shit feels too damn amazing. Holding me in place, he runs the tip of his wet tongue across the center of my panties, causing me to moan and jerk. “Roman, stop! Please stop."
"What is it, baby?"
His eyes flicker up to mine, but even those long, dark lashes can’t hide what his eyes are saying. He’s hungry-hungry for me, and I shiver as he continues sliding his hands slowly up and down my legs. I take a deep breath and run my hands through my hair. This is it. Now or never. The whore flips me the bird. She's pissed when I press my palms against h
is shoulders, urging him to stop.
"Roman, I came here for a baby."
"I don't understand," he replies, nearly breathless, as he slowly releases his grip from my waist and pushes himself up to stand. He swipes his hand across his mouth and places his hands firmly on his head. "You came here for a baby? I don't get it, Gia. What are we talking about here?"
I swallow hard and try to find the right combination of words but Roman’s expression speaks volumes. He has no clue that I came here to use him. He’s unaware that I wanted to use him for my own personal gain. That I was never going to tell him-ever. Even if we had fooled around and I had gotten pregnant, I had no plans to tell him about the baby.
But that was before.
Before any of this.
Before everything changed.
"I…um…fuck. Okay, look. There's a reason Sadie and I showed up here out of the blue." I hug myself tightly as my heart beats hard against my chest. "It wasn't just to visit you."
"Baby, you’re really starting to freak me out with how cryptic you’re being," he replies, looking at me with an expectant expression. He drops his arms to his sides and bends down to pick his shirt up off the ground. I breathe him in, realizing that this might be the last time I ever see Roman Blake again.
"You gotta give me something here, Gia. I mean, I thought things were going pretty damn sweet just a few minutes ago."
Of their own accord, my arms fly out to my sides and I can feel a sickening jolt swirl around in the pit of my stomach. It’s now or never, and I’m not sure that I’m ready for the outcome.
"I came here to ask you to help me, Roman," I sigh and run both of my hands through my hair, looking him right in the eyes when I continue with, "I want a baby, Roman. I want a baby of my own, and I thought you…"
His brows knit together. Shit. When the weight of my words start to sink in I begin to panic. I feel sick. There’s no way he won’t hate me now.
"Wonderful," he mutters under his breath, propping his hands on his hips. "So what? You decide yesterday that you and my cousin would drive all the way out here to what? Ask me for what? A quick roll in the sheets? Or, wait! Maybe you wanted me to jack off into a petri dish. That's it, right? Or, I know! You’d do a little this and a little that, make me fall for you and then hopefully I’d fuck you? Get you pregnant? And then what, Gia? Would you have told me?"
"This was a mistake. I'm so sorry, Roman. I should have never come here."
“WOULD YOU HAVE TOLD ME, GIA?”
As soon as I turn and head out of the stall, an empty feeling washes over me, sickening me to my core. My feet take off and I head to the one person for help that just might kill me before I even have a chance to explain. A tremendous ache deep seats itself in the pit of my gut as I run from the barn, and the only thing I hear behind me becoming more and more distant is Roman’s voice grounding out in the distance.
"Goddamn it!"
Chapter 13
Pistol Packin’ Mamas
~Gia~
"Jesus, Missy!"
Standing on the porch and nearly out of breath, I look up at Jen unable able to form any words, as the tears silently stream down my face. Even though I know all of this bullshit is my own doing, I can't help the empty feeling bouncing around where my heart should be, pinging off of every nerve ending.
"What in the hell happened to you? You're a cotton pickin' mess," she says, pulling me into the house. "Take a seat. I'll get ya a beer."
Yeah, because the last thing I really need is alcohol.
"I just need to use a phone if you have one."
I really didn't want anyone, especially Jen to see me crying like the blubbering moron that I am. Plus, if I have to explain why I'm upset, chances are she’ll feel inclined to kick my ass. I take a final swipe at the tears with the back of my palm and suck in a deep, soothing breath when Jen walks back into the living room. She hands me a beer and takes a seat across from me.
"So," she says, taking a large swig from her beer bottle. "Ya gonna tell me what's got you so teary eyed?"
"It's nothing," I lie. "Look, I just need to call someone to come pick me up. I really need to get back to home."
As Jen opens her mouth to speak, the front door slams open.
"Clarabelle!" Dirk’s voice reverberates off the walls as he steps into the living room, or runs rather.
Just what I don't need right now.
I'm clearly not shocked that he's dressed in a pair of tattered old overalls with no t-shirt on, smelling like yesterday's funk.
"Clarabelle, why were ya runnin' from Roman like a bony chicken from a fox?" he asks, completely out of breath. "He was callin' for ya and you just kept on a runnin' like you had fire ants crawlin’ up your butt."
I clear my throat and pray for the best. "Jen, I really need to use a phone. Please."
Jen and Dirk exchange an odd look before she turns to me. "Why don't you explain what's goin' on, Missy. Somthin’ tells me this ain’t gonna be good."
Thirty minutes later I breathe out heavily, overwhelmed and exhausted by my own confession. I can't help but cringe when I see Jen’s steely glare directed right at me. She’s got to be pissed as hell. I shift nervously in my seat and wait for the inevitable pounding. Truth is; I know that I more than deserve it. I came here a stranger, and in some ways I still am. I’ve gotten to know these people but ultimately they’re Roman’s friends not mine. Their loyalty is to him. I deceived Roman and Jen warned me not to do that. My intentions made sense to me at the time but I guess after looking at the entire picture, they were idiotic at best. Roman was my choice. It just took me forever to realize that he always had been. In my search for something I thought I was missing the lines got blurred. I started to feel things that had been dormant for so long and now I’ve screwed myself out of having the chance to tell him how I really feel.
I watch Dirk as he shifts nervously in his seat and runs his grungy hands over his face. This is the only time since I first laid eyes on Dirk that he seems sad and looks conflicted as he gives Jen another cryptic look.
What the hell?
"Dirk, baby, go get my car keys and my gun."
Dirk’s head whips in Jen’s direction and his eyes wide.
Oh. My. God.
"Jen, baby, why do…"
"Get em', Dirk!"
“You know what? Nevermind about the phone,” I reply, quickly getting up from my seat. “I’ll just walk into town.”
“Sit,” Jen sneers, and now I’m completely freaked out. “Town’s quite a ways away and I guarantee you won’t be makin’ it there on foot. Now sit.”
I watch Dirk hurry down the hallway, leaving me alone with the scary redhead, and return with a set of keys and a shotgun.
"C'mon, Missy, let's go."
The whore hides behind a rock, shaking uncontrollably with a sign that reads, Run, Bitch! Run!
I need to find a way out of here and quick. She's going to kill me. Jen is going to murder me and no one will ever find my body. She'll make sure of it. I'll be buried in some remote corner of this place while the insects eat away at my dead carcass. And for what? Because I'm so pathetic I couldn't just go find a man, fall in love and have a baby the traditional way. No. I’m so pathetic that I was nearly ready to con my best friend’s cousin into giving up the baby batter.
“Ya comin’?”
I take a deep breath and weigh my options. I could punch the woman in the face as I try to bolt through the front door. I could also take my chances and go with her but that could mean my early demise. Screw it. What have I got to lose other than the ability to walk, talk and breathe? If anything, if Jen offs me on the side of the road somewhere, I’m pretty sure at some point Dirk will break and spill. I reluctantly follow behind her.
Sitting in the passenger seat of the old beat up truck, Jen guns her rust bucket down the driveway and away from Hillbillyville. As soon as we hit the highway, I start to breathe a little easier. Just a little. At least we're headed in the right direct
ion. If she is taking me home, we should be there in no time, considering how quick she’s driving. But there’s still a lot of land to cover and a hell of a lot of it to be buried in. Hell, she could pull off the highway anywhere between here and home, put a bullet between my eyes, dump me out of the truck and cackle her ass off all the way home.
I hear the flick of a lighter and cut my eyes toward Jen as she lights up a cigarette, letting it dangle from her lips. She inhales the nicotine mixture and blows it out slowly. "What are ya gonna do now?"
That question catches me off guard. Hell, I’m surprised she’s even speaking to me, especially as calm as she is.
"I don't know. Get back to my life, I suppose."
Jen nods her head, and I can tell that she's thinking of what to say next. I don't have to wait long to find out.
"What do you suppose Roman’s gonna do now?" she asks, keeping her eyes on the road. "After all this?"
I shake my head at her question because I really don’t have the brain power to think about it. I’m pretty certain that I screwed everything up between me and him, and after the way he yelled at me back at the barn, I'm certain of it.
"Ya know, if you had just told him the truth from the start, we might not even be taking this drive," Jen says, pulling off an exit that is nowhere near human inhabitants. "Relax, Missy. I just wanna show ya something."
My belly begins to turn. I take deep breaths and try my best to calm my nerves. This is it. It’s that fight or flight moment where you have to take the bull by the nuts and handle your business. I grip the door handle and prepare my escape and hope to hell I don’t break a bone as I jump for my life. As we pass a sign my heart beats start to slow but with Jen’s driving I'm not able to make out the name of the small town. The truck continues down a paved road when signs of life begin to come into view. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the cute as all get out town.
"Where are we?" My eyes go wide as I look out the passenger side window. “This place is adorable.”
"You hungry, Missy?" Jen asks, pulling over and parking in front of a cookie cutter Mom and Pop diner. "Cause I could eat the ass end of a skunk slathered in garlic butter and chunky blue cheese dressing."
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