by Sky Winters
She was back in what seemed like no time at all. She tossed me a water and opened the test for me. “The directions say five seconds. Go take care of business.”
I timed everything correctly and after the longest five minutes of my life, we had our answer. The magical pink plus sign had bloomed in the results window. “Whoa. Mia, I’m pregnant. But we only had sex once!” One night, but what was the difference?
“Did you miss that day in health class? That’s all it takes.” She must have seen my face fall because she immediately dropped the smartassery. “What are you going to do?”
Sob for starters. The tears came hot and fast. I would need a minute before I could answer her. I had sex with a man I didn’t know on one night and now I was knocked up. That was a big pill to swallow.
I finally caught my breath enough to answer, “I’m not sure. I have to tell Nicholas. He should know about this.”
“Right, but it’s still early.”
“Mia! Starting a relationship with a secret is not the best choice. Especially one this big.” And this secret was a real loo loo. “No. I’ll see him on Saturday. I’ll tell him then.”
Chapter 8
Saturday came a lot slower than I had hoped. The rest of my work week dragged under the weight of this new knowledge of my pregnancy. Never mind the fact that the symptoms were quickly popping up at the pace of about one a day. The nausea stuck around and brought its buddies fatigue and breast pain. I didn’t realize how painful my breast area was until I was getting ready and just the brush of my tank top made me suck in air through my teeth.
I powered through and just crossed my fingers that nobody bumped into me while I was in the crowd.
Once again, Nicholas had a ticket put aside for me, but instead of taking up residence near the stage, I sat comfortably at the bar and tried not to nod off during their set. I caught Nicholas scanning the crowd for me, but I was too far back for him to see me. I hope he didn’t think I stood him up. The downturned corners of his mouth told me exactly that and that was like a punch in the gut. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I was even more anxious now for the set to wrap up so I could meet him at the merch table.
When the singer announced the final song, I moseyed over to their table to make sure I was there and waiting for Nicholas when the band arrived. I wouldn’t want him to be a sourpuss for no reason.
Four minutes later I saw Nicholas toss his guitar to his tech and sprint off the stage. I guess that meant no encore. My phone vibrated with a message from Nicholas. I told him I was here and waiting for him. I hoped he hurried up before other fans got here because I couldn’t wait one more second for him to mingle. I needed to talk to him. Granted, this wasn’t the best venue to do that, but I couldn’t wait for a better one.
Nicholas appeared out of the shadows and I threw my arms around him. This pulled his ear down close enough for me to whisper, “We need to talk, now.”
He nodded and led me away to a quiet backstage area. “What’s wrong.”
“I wouldn’t say anything was wrong, per se.” his eyes widened slightly. “Why don’t we sit down.” I nudged him over to the couch and perched myself on the edge. I didn’t know what any of those stains were, but I didn’t want to sit anywhere near them.
“Nicole, you’re freaking me out now. What’s up?”
“I just found out some interesting news a couple of days ago. Turns out that I am pregnant.” I plastered on the brightest, Stepford smile I could muster.
“Pregnant? Are you sure?”
“Well the home test said yes and I have an appointment next week with my doctor to confirm it, but since the sticks are ninety-nine percent accurate, it’s safe to say that yes, I’m pregnant.” I didn’t like the serious look on his face.
He stood up and paced around the room. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell the wheels were turning in his head. “Nicholas, now you’re freaking me out. Say something please.”
He stopped and dropped to his knees in front of me. “I’m not going to lie, this is a huge shock, but I’m okay with this.”
“Oh!” My eyes widened. I wasn’t expecting that answer from him.
“I am. I mean, the timing isn’t ideal, but I want us to work out. Nine months is a fair amount of time to get it right before a baby comes right?”
His optimism cheered me right up. I hoped it wasn’t misguided, but if he’s all in, then so was I. “Yeah. Nine months is a good start. Although, I probably won’t be myself for most of it so try not to judge me too harshly.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said as he grabbed my hand, “bears are tough.”
THE END
RETURN TO TOC
M/M Paranormal Romance
Bear’s Baby
“Here is to freedom from oppression!” Charlie said, raising his glass above his head in a toast.
The guys surrounding him at the bar raised their glasses, tapping them against one another and joining him in his toast.
“Give everyone another round,” Charlie shouted, sending another cheer up from the crowd.
It was his first day in New Orleans as an economics student at Tulane University, and he had ventured out to find a place where he might be able to kick back and have a few beers. Passing by a quirky place aptly named “The Banana Stand,” he noted the guys that stood outside the door chatting each other up. A couple had wandered off to a recessed corner and were making out with one another. It looked like exactly the kind of place he was looking for.
Looking down toward the end of the bar, he noted a dark brooding figure. The guy was wearing a heavy leather jacket and motorcycle boots. His dark hair hung haphazardly over one eye as he studied his drink intently. Charlie could tell he didn’t really belong there and that only made him more curious. Feeling a bit brazen after a few drinks and free from his parent’s watchful eyes, he made his way down the bar and sat beside him.
“Mind if I sit here?” he asked.
“Appears that you already did, so I don’t guess it matters.”
“I can move if you prefer. I just couldn’t help but notice you and wanted to introduce myself.”
He looked up at me through squinted eyes as if assessing him. Charlie couldn’t help but notice the color of his eyes. They weren’t quite brown or green, but a mingled tone made up of flecks of both colors. He found them mesmerizing. The stranger studied his face for a moment and then smirked a little.
“My name is Tommy.”
“Great to meet you, Tommy. I’m Charlie.”
“Good to meet you, Charlie. Are you a student like the rest of these guys?”
“Yes. I just got here for the first semester. Celebrating a bit.”
“I’m not a student.”
“What are you then?”
“Let’s just say I’m an entrepreneur.”
“Sounds interesting. What sort of business are you into?”
“The kind I can’t discuss with strangers.”
“So, you’re the quiet, but dangerous sort then.”
“Something like that. Does it excite you?”
“Yeah. I have to say it does a bit.”
“Well, what do you say we get out of here and see just how excited you are?”
“I’d like that.”
In all honesty, Charlie was extremely nervous. He’d never gone home from a bar with a stranger, much less one that seemed like he might be into some not quite legal enterprises.
“Let’s go. I’m on my bike, but you can follow me.”
Charlie nodded and tossed some cash on the counter to pay his tab. Walking out behind Tommy, he slid behind the wheel of his Lexus while the other man straddled a very nicely customized Harley. It roared into action and he pulled away. Charlie quickly put his car in gear and followed him out of the parking lot and down the highway for a few miles to a narrow road that led through some trees into what seemed like the middle of nowhere. He suddenly felt much less sure about what he was doing, especially when a cabin
that looked more abandoned than lived in came into view.
The motorcycle stopped and he pulled up beside it to park. His hands gripped the wheel, pondering whether he should make a hasty retreat or take a chance. Then the biker was at the window, motioning for him to come on. Slowly, he opened his door and stepped out, still wondering if he was doing the right thing.
“It’s okay. I know it looks like someplace a massacre would take place, but I promise you it isn’t.”
“I would certainly hope not, but then again, if you were a crazed killer, you wouldn’t really tell me now would you?”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
A broad smile crossed his face. It was the first time Charlie had seen him smile since he’d approached him in the bar. There was nothing sinister or creepy about it. Instead, he found that it drew him in even closer. He followed him into the cabin, looking around at the modest décor. While the outside looked rather rough, he had done a very good job of achieving a sort of shabby chic look that was actually quite cozy looking on the inside.
“Make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Want another drink?”
“Sure. That would be great.”
“I’ve got a great bottle of Shiraz. A gift from an associate. That okay with you?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Charlie watched as he shed the leather jacket, his broad shoulders flexing to show off an impressive set of muscles and tattooed arms beneath his plain white tee shirt. He was fascinated by the way they rippled even while he did something as simple as removing the cork from the wine bottle on the table in front of him. Charlie felt like he was practically salivating as the biker walked toward him with the two glasses of wine and handed him one before sitting down on the sofa beside him.
“I’m glad you came home with me. I had noticed you even before you walked over to me at the bar.”
“Really? You didn’t seem to be very interested at first.”
“It wasn’t that. I just had a lot on my mind. You could say that I have some issues with my boss. I’ll get it sorted out eventually. Just affects my mood.”
“I can understand that. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. I think what I’d rather do is just forget it for a while. How about we enjoy our wine and get to know one another a bit better?”
“I’d love that.”
Charlie was taken off guard as he leaned forward and kissed him. Despite his rugged good looks, his lips were soft, tender. His heart raced as he probed his mouth gently, exploring him deeply with his tongue. If he had any reservations about coming here with him, they melted away, along with any resistance. The wine was quickly set aside and replaced with passion as they began to hungrily devour one another.
“Wait. I have to say something,” Charlie gasped.
Tommy hesitated, pulling away from him and looking closely at his face. Charlie could see the longing in his eyes. It was the first time he had ever seen that from another man and it felt incredible. Charlie wasn’t quite a virgin, but he hadn’t been afforded a lot of opportunity to explore his sexuality with his parents watching his every move.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not very experienced.”
“Nothing wrong with that. We’ll take it slow.”
Charlie nodded, not sure what to say and feeling just a little embarrassed that he even mentioned it. Tommy began kissing him again. His mouth was hot, hungry but slow and sensuous as his tongue swirled lazily against Charlies. He could feel his body responding to his, eager for more of him. Things grew quickly more heated as he pulled back and stripped off his shirt, exposing his well-defined pecs and ribbed abs. Charlie noted the large tattoo of a bear’s claw trailing scratch marks on one side of his chest as he leaned forward and pulled my own shirt away.
It made him a bit self-conscious about his own lack of definition. While Tommy’s body was completely ripped, his was thinner, less defined. Charlie’s body was more that of a runner and cycler, his main two hobbies. He obviously spent some serious time in the gym working on his fitness. Charlie’s thoughts along that line were quickly discarded, overcome by the sensations he was creating with his touch. Their chests met as Tommy began kissing him again, his mouth drifting down the side of his neck and along his shoulder blade. He let out a loud gasp as his teeth sank into his skin and his hips ground into his own. His erection pressed against Charlie’s, driving him crazy with desire.
“God, you’re hot,” Tommy breathed against his skin.
He smiled, relaxing a bit with the knowledge that he wasn’t appalled by his thin, pale body. His hand slipped between them, sliding down into the front of Charlie’s pants and massaging his already rock hard cock as he continued to probe his mouth with his tongue. It felt like he would explode in his pants even though he struggled to hold back. Just when he thought he wasn’t going to be able to take anymore, he pulled away and stood in front of him, stripping off his pants and standing before him naked. Charlie tried not to gawk at the size of his cock. Though Charlie was well endowed, Tommy was thicker and rock hard.
Charlie stood and removed his own pants, kicking them to one side as they began kissing again. Their cocks swayed heavily against one another as things grew rapidly more aggressive. Reaching between them, Charlie began stroking his cock with one deft hand, while stroking his own with the other, rubbing the precum slickened heads together as they moaned into one another’s mouth. Suddenly, he found himself being twisted around by the shoulders, Tommy’s hand on his back pushing him forward across the sofa.
“Is this what you want, Charlie? You want me to fuck you like a little school boy?”
“Yes,” he groaned, his words half muffled against the overstuffed back of the sofa.
He felt his fingers, slick with his salvia, rubbing his asshole, preparing him for entry. He had only been fucked once before and it was by a guy he met at a party right after his high school graduation. He hadn’t lasted long and was considerably smaller, so Charlie wasn’t sure how he would handle someone like Tommy. Of course, he was so turned on that he wanted nothing but to feel him ripping him apart with his huge cock.
Charlie tensed involuntarily as he felt the head of his prick push against his tiny orifice. Tommy put a hand on his back and whispered to him.
“Relax. I’ll take it slow until you’re used to me.”
Charlie nodded, biting his lip as he anticipated him inside his ass. He tried to relax as much as he could so that he could enjoy what he was about to do to him rather than it hurting too much. Slowly, he began pushing into him, just a little a first. He barely see sawed against him, letting only the tip slip inside before pulling out. Then it was more, slipping further inside until the entire head was in. Charlie let out a deep breath as he pulled back and then slipped forward again. Each time, he was a little further inside of him until his entire cock was finally buried in his ass. It felt amazing to Charlie.
“Doing okay?”
“God, yes. You feel so good inside of me.”
“It feels good to be inside of you,” he replied, suddenly slipping almost free of him and then pushing all the way back in. Charlie moaned loudly as he began fucking him, slowly and deeply, grinding his hips forward so that he was buried completely inside of him each time he pushed forward.
Things escalated quickly as he began to pick up his pace. Charlie reached down and began stroking his own cock as Tommy increased his strokes, now slamming into him again and again, his body pushing his forward against the back of the sofa as he fucked him like a wild animal. His grunts filled the small cabin as he fucked him, his hands now digging into his ass, pulling his cheeks apart as he plowed into him repeatedly.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Yes, come inside of me,” Charlie begged, carried away by the moment and wanting to feel his hot juices shooting against his pink insides.
His answer came in the form of a stream of heavy cum filling his ass as he let out a loud cry of satisfaction. Turning him o
ver, he knelt between his legs and took Charlie’s own cock in his mouth. He was so close to the edge that he had barely begun sucking at the tip when Charlie felt himself pulsating with a pending explosion.
“God, I’m coming,” Charlie moaned.
He watched his beautiful head slip further down his cock, taking him all the way down the back of his throat as he spewed my load down his velvet throat. He drank every drop, coming up with a smile as he licked an escaping drop from the corner of his mouth. It might have well been the most beautiful thing Charlie had ever witnessed in his young adult life.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said, standing up and extending his hand.
“Are you sure? I don’t have to stay.”
“Of course you do. It’s too late to drive home and I’m not done with you yet.”
Charlie smiled at the thought of spending the entire night having sex with such an incredible creature. He found himself nodding in agreement as Tommy took his hand and led him to the bedroom. At first, they curled up and fell asleep together. That was something he certainly had never had the luxury of doing. His few encounters had been stolen moments that didn’t afford something like sleeping over.
Somewhere in the night, Charlie found himself being awakened by Tommy’s kisses as they trailed down the length of his body and back up. His perfect mouth surrounded his cock again, bobbing up and down the length of it until he was harder than granite. His hands squeezed his balls as he sucked his cock.
“I want to fuck you,” Charlie told him.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Charlie watched as Tommy’s body, illuminated only by the rays of the nearly full moon shining through the window crawled toward the headboard and offered him his tight ass. He knelt behind him, circling the rim with his tongue before lapping through the center, getting him nice and wet. Charlie was nervous as he moved into position behind him and began slowly slipping inside of him. He could see his hands grasping the metal rungs of the cast iron bed as he eased further inside and began fucking him eagerly.