by Casey Diam
“I know, but this is huge. I liked where we were in our relationship, and I didn’t want anything to change. I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”
“But that isn’t what you said last night.”
“I know.”
“Everyone doubts me, everyone is always waiting for me to fuck up. And they should be, I always do. But I don’t—that shouldn’t come from you, especially as my girlfriend. So, I need you to be honest, Gabby, does that mean you see me as everyone else does? That you think I’m going to fuck this up?”
“First, I don’t think you fuck everything up. I’m the one who’s pregnan—”
“But I got you pregnant.”
“We were both there. I could’ve stopped you. It’s my vagina.”
“If we’re being technical.”
My head cocked. “Technical? I’m pretty sure it’s mine.”
“Yeah, but in a sense, it’s also mine.” He glanced at me with a smirk as he turned onto the paved driveway in front of Brody’s house.
My eyebrows lifted. “That sounds really weird.”
“It isn’t weird, it’s true.” He released my hand and shifted the gear into park.
A few people from the party last night walked toward their vehicles, looking hungover as hell with their hoodies over their heads.
“Think about it,” Ryker said. “We’re dating and having sex exclusively with each other. So, I consider your pussy as mine, because if some other douchebag even thinks about going there, there are going to be some serious issues.” He grinned, shaking his head and waving off what he was saying with a hand. “Just agree.”
I chuckled, silently loving that he was claiming me and my lady parts.
“Anyway,” I said, changing the subject. “What I was going to say is that you’re passionate—”
“Tell me it’s mine,” he interrupted.
“What?”
“Your pussy, tell me it’s mine.”
“No, I’m not going to say that.” I chuckled. “No way.”
“Fine,” he said.
“Fine?” I’d expected more of a fight about this from him.
“Yeah.” He nodded, but a mischievous darkness flickered in his eyes.
My head slanted, trying to read his thoughts, but he wasn’t giving anything away.
“Your passion,” I emphasized, “is one of the things I like about you. It’s your driving force, but I think I forgot that it also means that you’re a man of action.”
“I agree.” His gaze was hooded with a hunger I’d come to know.
“Oh my God, you’re thinking about sex.”
His eyes widened, and he gave a small laugh before brushing a hand over his head.
“Sorry.” He gave me a cheeky smile. “Continue.”
“What?” I chuckled. “No, you don’t deserve to hear what I was going to say.”
“I said I’m sorry,” he murmured, biting his lip and giving me his bedroom eyes.
I shook my head, swallowing, unable to remember what I was getting to.
He raised an eyebrow. “You were saying how I’m a man of action?” His tongue slid over his lips as his teasing gray eyes met mine. “And I was saying that I agreed.”
I bit my lip, trying to quell the desire to kiss him, to touch him. I needed him naked and—
“Let’s go. We can finish this inside.”
He cranked open his door, and I did the same before grabbing the four-cup tray of coffees.
“Come here.” Gripping my hip, he sealed his lips to mine with a soft, welcoming kiss. I returned his fervor, enjoying his delicate kisses that intensified with each touch of his mouth to mine. As I tasted and breathed him in, I barely remembered that I needed to balance the coffee tray in my hands.
I might have been apprehensive last night, but I knew without a doubt that I would have felt the same relief then as I did this second had I allowed him to come see me. In a way I’d wanted to punish him, but punishing him meant punishing myself too.
I had fallen and was in way over my head.
His hand moved to the back of my head, and I moaned as the silky-smooth tip of his tongue toyed with mine, weakening my knees.
“Mmm, Ry, I don’t want to stop kissing you, but I’m two seconds away from dropping these coffees, and they’re getting cold out here.”
With one last smooch and a low groan in his throat, he grabbed the bags with the food, and we headed inside where two maids were hard at work, picking up red Solo cups from all over the house. The floor. The accent pieces. The windowsills. The fireplace.
We found a clean spot on the waterfall island and placed the items on it.
“Marie, can you do me a favor? Don’t let anyone mess with these unless they are my brother, A. Mozey, Brody, Eddie, or Nicky,” Ryker told her.
“Just leave them there. I think most of them have gone home already, but I can’t promise anything,” the woman said, a thick Caribbean accent in her voice.
I sent out a text to Eddie, Brody, Nicky, and Averie that breakfast was here, but before any of them could show their faces, Ryker led me up to the second floor to the room I figured he slept in last night.
I placed my coat and beanie on a chair. When I lifted my gaze, butterflies moved across my belly. Ryker’s smoky-gray eyes were on me.
“Is it bad that all I can think about right now is eating your pussy and making you come? I know our lives are about to change, I know there’s a serious conversation that we need to have, but I don’t know if it’s the teenager in me or the man in me who wants you naked and squirming beneath me.”
With my mind and body already on board, I reasoned, “Most of our relationship has been over the phone. We’ve been wanting and wanting, and now you’re here and I’m here.” I nibbled on my lip and took in his broad shoulders. Mental pictures of him unclothed were my favorite to daydream about. And since I didn’t get to see him every day, not only did we need this, but I needed to stock up on my mental inventory. “We can talk after?”
“Definitely, as long as you’re sure you want this too.” Stalking the short distance toward me, he removed his coat and flung it aside before catching the hem of my top and pulling it up over my head.
“I am,” I said a second before his lips crushed against mine.
He backed me toward the bed and helped me onto it, and as I lay flat against the sheets, he gazed down at me as his hand moved over my skin. “I thought you were second-guessing our relationship last night.”
I shook my head. “No. I just didn’t know if you’d still want to be with me when you found out.”
“If anything”—he kissed my cheek—“that would just make me want to be with you more.” As his lips moved down my neck with more kisses, I melted. “I’m here for you. And not just for the fucking I’m about to give you.”
Smiling, I bit my lip as he reached beneath me to unfasten my bra.
He wasted no time, kissing down my neck, my chest, and then over to the hard pebble of my nipple before moving back to my mouth. Our bodies ground against each other as the heat between us ignited, and before I knew it, we’d shrugged off all our clothes and Ryker was kissing down the inside of my thigh.
His mouth pressed against my sensitive nub, and a heavy breath passed my lips as his tongue lapped through my pussy, moving in circles and thoroughly tongue fucking me. His teeth nibbled against my folds while he groaned, and I sighed, needing more.
My pelvis lifted off the bed, seeking more pressure from his mouth, and he let me grind myself against him, the tension in my body coiling tighter, faster with each of his groans. The vibration caused a curse to fly from my lips as I rose higher and higher about to—he stopped and rose onto his knees.
I frowned because from our short weekends together, I knew he lived for the moments I came like this. And I ached for that high, that amazing ecstasy. He wrapped a fist around his cock and stroked, and my mouth watered when I realized I was about to get it.
“Not yet.” He smiled.
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“But—” I began, ready to protest.
“Do you want to suck my cock?”
My eyes lowered to his thick, long shaft, and I licked my lips with a nod.
“Come and take it.” He pumped his cock through his fist again, and my sex clenched as I crawled over to him.
He directed the tip of his cock to my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around the crown. My tongue swirled, needing his taste, needing to feel empowered when he weakened from my touch.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, causing my nipples to tighten.
He lay back, and I followed, taking him in my mouth again. I loved his cock, how big it was and how delicious it tasted. I took him deeper, moving my mouth up and down, pressing my tongue against the smooth length of him and letting the head pop out just so I could hear the noise it made.
“Ah, fuck, Bunny. Fuck, you love sucking this cock, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” I agreed with a mouthful.
“Fuck.”
He touched my head. “Come up here.”
Chapter 39
Ryker
Tangled in the sheets on the bed with Gabby, my body was exhausted yet I felt invigorated at the same time.
My hand smoothed over her flushed skin and her exposed nipple. My thumb flicked over it, causing her to shiver. “I already want to be inside you again.”
“You are still kind of inside me,” she muttered.
“Technically.” I smiled. I hadn’t used a condom with her, since, well, what was the point? “I like that,” I told her, kissing her forehead and pulling her flush against my chest.
“You’re such an alpha.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You literally tortured me until I agreed that my lady bits were yours, and that was just a few minutes ago.”
My cock jerked back to life. “It is mine.”
She adjusted at my side and looked up at me, her blue eyes soft. “Exactly. When did you turn into such a caveman?”
All this time, I thought I’d been holding myself back.
I grinned. “Since I met you.”
“Liar.”
“You’re so pretty, have I told you that?”
“You’re so pretty,” she responded, her eyes twinkling with her smile. She bit her lip, still watching me. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
“We’re still getting to know each other again. It’s understandable.”
“It’s strange. When I’m with you, it makes everything okay. It’s like nothing else matters, and it doesn’t feel like I might lose everything.”
“That’s good, right?” My fingers combed through her silky, black hair.
“Or deceiving?”
I smiled. “Let’s go with good.”
With a smile, she settled her head on the pillow.
“You said you thought about an abortion. Is that what you want?”
She shook her head. “It crossed my mind for a second. But I—” She let out a breath. “I felt lost. I know this is happening to me, but it still feels like I’m on the outside watching as it happens to someone else, you know? It doesn’t feel real.”
Her eyes lowered. “The truth is, I considered it because I couldn’t help but wonder what someone else in my position would do . . . what you would want me to do.”
“What I’m about to say, I don’t want you to think I wouldn’t be there for you either way, but I want you”—I touched her stomach—“and this baby. And I’ll do whatever it takes to take care of you.”
“But what about college and football?”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll quit if I have to.”
She looked up. “You can’t do that, Ryker.”
“I can—”
“No. I’m not going to let you give up your dream too. That wouldn’t be fair.”
“It might not be an option.” I smoothed my thumb over her cheek. “When I say I’m going to do whatever it takes to take care of you and make sure you have everything you need, I mean it. I don’t want you to ever be scared that I won’t.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For saying that and . . . for coming to see me.”
Leaning down, I placed a soft kiss on her mouth. “I know we aren’t in the best situation, but I’m glad it’s you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m glad you’re the one I got pregnant.” I shrugged. “I’d be freaking out more if it was someone else, so I’m glad it’s you.”
“More? You’ve been the total opposite. The only thing you’ve freaked out about is my not telling you right away.”
“It’s probably because . . .” I cleared my throat. “I kind of talked to Will when I left here last night.”
“What? Really?” Her eyes lit up. “How did it go?”
“Good. Better than I thought.”
Her fingers skirted over my collarbone. “Did you tell him about . . .”
“Yeah, is that okay?”
She nodded. “It is.”
“Have you thought about how you’re going to tell your parents?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m scared. Dad’s going to freak out. He gave up everything for me.” Her eyes glistened. “How am I supposed to tell him that I screwed up?”
“I’m sorry, Bunny.” Kissing her cheek, I hugged her tighter. “But you’re sure you’re pregnant? Like a hundred percent?”
“Ninety-nine percent, but I’m going to schedule an appointment.”
“Then let’s tell them before I leave tonight. Are you okay with me still leaving?”
“No, but I know you have to go.”
My lips pressed to her forehead as conflict boiled inside me.
College and football already consumed much of my time, and it was off-season. If I went back, I needed a job, and I needed to figure out a way to sell more of my graphics. If I stayed, I could work full time and be there for her.
Later that afternoon, Gabby and I went to her house and sat down with Carol and Roy.
“We have something to tell you,” I said, looking at her parents. They were both in their fifties. Her mom was a short, round woman, and her dad was bearded and just a few inches taller than her mom.
“What? You two getting married or something?” Roy joked. “I know you always had a thing for my daughter, but marriage is going to have to wait, son.”
Gabby squeezed my hand, and I glanced at her and the tears pooling in her eyes. She had told her parents about us after her visit two weeks ago, and while her dad was laid back, he was never casual about his daughter or her training.
I placed our entwined hands on my lap after giving her a reassuring look. “It was my fault. I’m sorry.” Her mom’s head started to shake as if I’d already said the words. “Gabby’s pregnant.”
Roy’s eyes moved between Gabby and me. “What?”
He must have seen the truth on our faces because he shot out of his seat. “No.”
“I promise to take care of her. Whatever she needs.”
“Take care of her how? You don’t have a job. You’re in college—”
“I can get a job, I’m planning to.”
“Except that won’t be enough. You think a baby will be something you only need to give your attention to from time to time?” He turned his attention to Gabby. “How could you let this happen?”
A tear leaked from her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I rubbed my palm over the back of her hand, wishing we could go back to this morning when it was just the two of us, when nothing else mattered.
“Everything was fine and going according to plan. Why would you do this to her? You know how hard she’s worked to get to the Olympics?” Roy spat, his eyes on me. “You need to go.”
“Dad!” Gabby shrieked.
Not wanting to be at anyone’s mercy, my every instinct was to leave and to take her with me, but I swallowed my pride. I didn’t have anywhere of my own, and this was the only place that would make the most sen
se for her to be while we figured things out.
“Roy—” Gabby’s mom began at the same time her brother walked into the living room.
“What’s going on?” Sean asked.
“I’m pregnant,” Gabby said just above a whisper.
“Shhitt.” He brushed a hand through his dark hair. “I’m gonna—” He pointed a thumb behind him and pressed his fist to his mouth as he turned, heading back from where he’d come.
“So, this is it?” Roy asked. “I guess I need to call your sponsors and cancel all those flights for your upcoming events. No more snowboarding, right?”
Tears ran down Gabby’s face. “I’ll call them.”
My Apple pencil slid over my iPad as I drew a watercolor illustration of the scene before me. Will, Ash, Averie, and Gabby in the kitchen.
“I love you, sweets, but you are the worst cook,” Ash told Averie as she grabbed a lemon and a bottle of olive oil.
“But I can bake,” Averie defended.
“I know. That’s why we had you take care of the desserts earlier.”
“But I want something else to do. Besides, it’s only a salad dressing. It isn’t as if it’s hard. I can totally make it.”
“Right, but you’ve tasted my salad, and you love it.”
Averie gave a little pout before saying, “Fine, but can you use less mustard in the dressing this time?” She gave Ash a sweet smile as his mouth opened. “Love you.”
I grinned.
I had three hours left in Alpen Springs, and hanging out at Will’s house was not how I’d pictured my weekend ending, but this was exactly what Gabby and I needed after telling her parents. It hadn’t been long, probably less than half hour, but still enough time to put doubts in our minds. I glanced at her, her hair in a ponytail and her blouse hanging off one shoulder as she scooped all the various sliced fruits from a bowl and into the blender. The blender roared to life and her head lifted, catching my stare.
Our relationship might be new, but my feelings for her were intense. I wished I could give her the world, but all I had was myself, my words, and a promise.