by Amy Brent
“I suppose I understand. But I think you definitely think about how long you want to stay here. As much as I love having you at the company, that’s a hell of a career you’ve got ahead of you.”
“I would need to recertify myself, and probably take some refresher courses. Tonight, was the first time I signed in goodness knows how long. Goodness knows they cost and arm and a leg.”
“Don’t worry about that,” I said, waving the worry away with my hand. “I’d pay for them.”
She stared at me, clearly shocked for a moment, before shaking her head emphatically. “Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to-”
“You’re not asking at all, but I’m still offering. Consider it an investment in the future of someone I care about.”
She said nothing for a minute, just standing back and shaking her head. It was difficult to see in the dark, but I swore that I saw tears in the corners of her eyes. That wouldn’t do now. That wouldn’t do at all. “You’re…” she took a deep breath, as it to collect herself. “You are ridiculously nice, you know that?”
“Well, I don’t think I’ve been accused of that before, but when it comes to you, I guess I don’t mind being a little soft.”
Suddenly she was leaning over the table, her lips pressed against mine with the faint hit of pepperoni spice about her mouth. I was certainly surprised, but it was a pleasant sort of feeling.
Her arms came up to wrap around my shoulders, so I gripped her waist and pulled her over the table so that she was in my lap.
Our mouths moved against each other feverishly, and I could feel my body quickly ramping up. Her dress was bunched up on her thighs, barely covering her thick rear end, but that let me reach behind her and grip the flesh that was barely covered by her lacy underwear.
“Rafael,” she purred into my mouth, looking up at me through her lashes.
“McKenna,” I breathed back, just as desperate.
“I need you.”
Those words made me rock hard in an instant and I felt heat travel to every cell in my body. “It’s not that far of a drive home-”
“No! Now. I don’t want to wait.” She leaned forward again, crashing her lips to mine. Her hips ground against me and my body was responding to her, making my judgement fade.
“We can’t out here.” I said, looking around at the street just a bit away and the gas station just on the other side of the wall separating us slightly from its parking lot.
“Then drive around the back,” she whispered. “Take me in the car just please, don’t make me wait.”
“Alright,” I hissed, passion making my voice harsh and gravely. “Get in the car.”
She hopped off my lap happily and rushed to the car. I strode over too, getting in and revving the engine.
Palms already sweating, I drove back behind the building, to a pot-hole filled, unlit, obviously unused lot and chose the farthest corner from both the road and the station before throwing it into park and leaning my seat back.
McKenna was on me in an instant, her legs on either side of my hips and her lips on mine. She was so ravenous in her movements that it pulled out the dominant side of me, and my hands went to her hips, gripping the fabric there.
I moved her waist in circles, pulling her down against me as she shifted. The sensations against my already hardened length set my teeth on edge, pleasure drenching the edges of my mind.
She groaned against my lips, rolling her hips in time with my demanding grip. We wound ourselves into a heated frenzy until finally, it was too much.
I shifted her dress down so her bra was visible, revealing the top of those soft, luscious orbs for me again. Deftly, my fingers gent to her back and I popped the clasp, almost ripping it form her frame.
She laughed giddily, a throaty sound that made me want to ravish her that much further. My mouth found the side of her neck, then slowly traveled down until I was taking one of her pert nipples in my mouth.
She gasped, and her grinding against me grew that much more insistent. I wouldn’t be surprised is the front of my pants was already soaked through from her efforts, but that thought just turned me on that much more.
Her mewls filled my car as we steamed up our window, and I moved on to her other breast. My other hand moved between us, and I slid my fingers into her panties, barely able to fit between us.
She was just as wet a I thought she would be, dousing my fingers and having already soaked through her lacy negligee. Pulling it to the side, I let my digits stroke against her, and she started riding my hand.
“Oh please, Rafael,” she begged, voice barely more than a whisper. “Just like that.”
I caught her lips in mine as my fingers worked her over, stroking at the outside while my thumb stayed at the bundle of nerves that I knew would have her falling to pieces within minutes. I wanted to be inside of her, my need tenting against my pants almost violently, but I made myself wait. It would be so much sweeter to hear her come undone twice rather than once.
I worked her up and over, her full lips open and begging me for her release. I played with her, drawing it out far longer than I probably should have, before finally delving two fingers into her and curling them to that little shelf-like inset that sat just inside her.
She cried out as she came, far too loudly considering how in public we were, so I covered her mouth with another bruising kiss. I felt her clamp down on my hand, her walls fluttering for nearly a minute before she finally melted against my chest like putty.
“Thank you,” she panted, looking up at me with the most grateful expression. I didn’t think I could ever get tired of this woman. She was perfection in female form, and I wanted to know every possible part of her.
My finger slipped out of her and went to my belt. I cursed as I fumbled with the buckle, my fingers still slick from her, but I managed to open it and slide it open enough to get to my zipper and slide that down.
She let out a near-purr and reached into my underwear, pulling me out from the confines of the fabric. It took a little bit of moving and shifting on both our parts, but eventually I was pressing at her entrance.
“Do you want me?” I asked her, gripping her so that she couldn’t drop down onto me.
“Yes,” she whined, her lips pushing into a pout as she tried to satiate the need inside of her. “So badly. Please, don’t make me wait.”
“Tell me how much you want me,” I ordered, my thumbs stroking circles on her hips.
“More than anything. Please,” God, she was so sexy when she begged. It took all of my willpower not to just bury myself in her right then and there, driving myself in a frenzy until we were both spent. But I wanted to make this last. Then again, when didn’t I?
“Good girl,” I said, finally allowing her to slide down onto me.
We both gasps as I filled her, her walls so hot and wet I thought I might lose myself right then and there. She was so warm, so slick, that it was almost unfair.
But I wasn’t complaining. No, by far I was reverently thanking every deity that I knew of that I had somehow stumbled across this woman dancing across my floor. What would have happened if I hadn’t happened to stay late that day? I shuddered to think about it.
“I’m ready,” she hissed, flexing around my shaft as she reached its base.
That was exactly what I wanted to hear. Tightening my grip on her hips, I thrust in and out of her with all of the strength I had, using my leverage to bring her down with even more force.
Judging by the sounds she was making, she was loving every minute. I watched, hypnotized, as she pistoned up and down, her breasts bouncing in time to our rhythm. It was such a hot, erotic sight that I knew I would be distracted by it at the worst of times for the next month.
“God, Rafael, you make me feel so good,” she gasped, face turned to the ceiling as she continued to ride me.
“You deserve to feel good,” I answered. “I want you to. I want you to come for me again and again and again.”
My words seemed to
alight something in her because she leaned back, her plush rear almost setting off my steering wheel’s horn. But the changed angle allowed me to hit a new place within her, and she let out a cry the moment I did.
I didn’t need a manual to know that was a good thing, and I thrust again, and again, and again. She lasted maybe a minute before letting out a cry and clamping down on me like a vice.
“Oh God, Rafael! Rafael!”
I watched her fall apart, a stunning scene full of pink skin, heady gasps and red cheeks. Her lips crashed against me as she rode out her high, and I felt my own rapidly approaching.
I lost my rhythm as I thrust wildly up into her, my lower half feeling like it would explode. And explode it did, rocking my mind with the most intense orgasm I had had in weeks.
She laid against my chest and we sat there for several moments, slowly cooling down. But it wasn’t until McKenna shifted uncomfortably that I let myself slide from her.
“That was nice,” she rasped, clambering into the passengers’ seat and trying to make herself decent. That was the one downside of car sex, there wasn’t any cuddling or enjoying the afterglow.
“It was, wasn’t it?” I asked, putting myself back into my pants. “You ready to head back to my place?” I said.
She twisted in her seat so that she could plant a sweet kiss on my cheek. “Sure. Maybe by then we’ll both be up for round two.”
“Maybe,” I answered, giving her my own grin before we drove off into the night.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Red Alert
~McKenna~
If I had known it was possible for life to be so peaceful and happy, I would have fought so much harder to throw my ex through everything the legal system had to offer. Life with Rafael was about as perfect as it could be, and every day I woke up wondering if I was in some kind of fairy tale.
It helped that Dom was absolutely over the moon. At first, I had worried that he might be jealous of me getting closer with his father or upset that I might be trying to replace his mother. But no, apparently, he was just hyped that he was going to get to hang out with me even more often.
He really was a cute little guy, and I wished he didn’t have to go off with his mother so often. But I had really spent a little too much time watching movies and playing the board games over the weekend, and now that I was back to work on Monday, I was both tired and nauseous.
I hoped that I hadn’t picked up some kind of bug from his school. With everything going to great, it would absolutely suck if I got sick and had to exile myself for a bit. Besides, I wasn’t sure of how much vacation time I had given that Rafael had given me a week off, but I technically wasn’t supposed to have built up any until I was three months on the job.
“What are you smiling for?” Alisha asked, coming up behind me as I pulled my lunch from the fridge. “You pack something especially tasty.”
“Maybe,” I answered back, neglecting to tell her that I was remembering how -after Dom had been asleep with his door closed- that Rafael had taken me on the couch until my legs were shaking so hard that I was sure I would be sore for my entire shift.
“You know, you’ve been really glowing lately. Did something change? You look so happy.”
“I am happy,” I responded, going to our usual break table. In truth, my lunch wasn’t that excited. Just calzone and an apple, but it would be plenty tasty. I had been craving carbs like nobody’s business lately and I figured I had burned more than enough calories this weekend to earn some indulgence.
“So, what animals did you save over the weekend?” I asked, lifting my food to take a hearty bite.
“No new ones, but I was able to release the two bats that came in injured.” The dark-skinned woman got a dreamy look in her eyes as she rested her chin in her hands. “You should have seen it, it was so adorable. They took off together, fluttering away in the night sky before they disappeared. Ugh, it makes my heart happy every time.”
I smiled as she retold her story. I didn’t really get how she wasn’t creeped out by some of the creatures she helped, but I appreciated how much she loved them. She really was a kind soul. “That’s awesome,” I said, setting my food down to drink. But as I did, a smell hit my nose so powerfully that I retched right then and there.
“Are you alright!?” Alisha asked, her eyes going wide in concern.
I managed to shove down the impulse and quickly gulped down some water. “I’m fine, fine.”
“Olah, chicas!” Davie said, coming up behind us with a steaming plate of food. Once more the offending scent slammed into me again and my stomach churned violently. I gasped, barely managed to push myself up from the table before my stomach revolted.
I bolted to the trashcan, my stomach heaving up what little I had eaten. I felt terrible for ruining my friend’s meals, so I dragged it with me outside of the door where I retched and retched and generally felt like I had lost approximately fifty percent of my internal organs.
A gentle hand touched my back, rubbing comfortingly circles.
“I brought you some water,” I heard Alisha say from behind me.
“Thanks,” I whispered, sinking to the ground now that I was fairly certain I was done with my technicolor shouting. She handed me the cup of cool water then sat beside me. I had to admire how she stuck around even though I was sure she could smell everything I had just tossed. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about it. But, uh, McKenna, do you think you are coming down with something? Although you’ve been happy lately, you mentioned you’ve been run down and this is the second time you’ve gotten sick at work.”
“What? No, it isn’t!” That couldn’t be right, could it?
“Yeah, do you remember a week ago? A shelf fell in the supply cabinet and it startled you so badly that you puked in your mop bucket.”
Damn, she was right. That had happened. Was I coming down with something after all?
“I… I think I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No,” I said uncertainly. “I think I just need a couple of minutes to compose myself. Do you… do you mind taking the top floor tonight?”
“Of course,” she said, nodding. “But if you need anything, you let me know, okay?”
I took her hand and squeezed it appreciatively. I was so lucky to have such exemplary co-workers. Who would have thought that after shifting through so many catty office set ups that I would eventually find such gems working overnights in maintenance. Not me, that was for sure.
I headed to the bathroom, only pausing to grab my purse so I could take some medicine that I had bought several months ago when I had been worried that I was coming down with a virus. I made it to the room without any more urge to vomit, but my bladder was more than making up for it by suddenly insisting that it was too full.
I rushed into one of the stalls and slammed the door closed, getting my jumpsuit off just in time. I sighed as I went about my business, wondering what was wrong with me.
Oh well, might as well take my medicine while I was stuck on the pot. I might as well double check the medicine directions to make sure I took it correctly.
The back read pretty much exactly as I expected. Not to take on an empty stomach, two pills for my weight range, and not to take while operating heavy machinery, nursing or pregnant. It was a good thing I was none of those! I-
Wait. When was the last time I had my period? It was two months ago, just after when Rafael and I had decided to make it official. I remembered being so irritated by it because I had been so looking forward to getting laid that weekend. Since I had the implant, I wasn’t really due for another anywhere from a month to three. I was incredibly grateful for my form of birth control and how long it had been with me.
Actually… how long had I had it?
My heart skipped a beat and I felt sweat break out on my brow as I tried to figure it out. The implant was supposed to last for two years at first, but recent studies and l
egislation had approved it for three years. I had gotten a new one right after I had graduated in the summer and that was…
Four years ago.
No! No, no, no, no! This could not be happening. Of course, my gyno would have reminded me, and I was sure it would come up even at a doctor’s checkup, but I had deleted my old number and hadn’t gotten a physical in the past two years, lest my ex find me.
That explained why my periods had gotten longer, and why the last one was so intense. Oh God! My birth control had been expired more than a year and I had been having a lot of sex lately.
I hardly dared to finish the thought, but it wasn’t like I could shove all of them back into a can and forget all the things I had just realized. As much as it made my stomach twist and my heart imitate its own procession section, one lone question floated to the front of my mind.
Was I…pregnant?
It hung there, heavy and damning. I loved children, but I was no way in any position to be a mother. I lived in a studio, I was single, I had only just started to get some semblance of a support system and I was still setting up my insurance.
And of course, I couldn’t help but think of Rafael! It was fairly obvious that his first marriage had probably only happened because of Dom. I didn’t want him to think I was pulling some sort of baby fast one, and I didn’t want history to repeat itself.