“I know you do but it’s not necessary.” He pulls me back to our conversation. “You have so much going on with school and trying to finish your degree, the last thing you need to be doing is worrying about me.”
“I can’t help myself.” I admit. “Besides, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with you.”
“I have to admit, while I love having you here, it’s really fucking hard for me to concentrate on anything when you’re sitting in here looking like a sexy little librarian.” His mouth turns up in a wicked smile.
“I look like a librarian?” I laugh, looking down at my skinny jeans and black top.
“It’s not your outfit. It’s those fucking glasses and that damn messy bun you’re sporting.” He gestures to my face, reminding me that I still have my reading glasses on. “Shit’s had me thinking of nothing but bending you over that desk all fucking day.”
His words cause a warm sensation to spread across my body and I clench my legs together to sooth the sudden ache I feel for him. My body craves Paxton all the time, but when he says things like this, I all but melt right on the spot.
“Well then.” I close my laptop and set it to the side before rolling the chair I’m sitting in backwards. Propping my feet on the desk, I make sure there’s enough separation between my legs that he can see between them. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
Even though I have jeans on, his eyes go directly where I intend for them to and he sucks in a ragged breath.
“Unless you just wanna sit here and talk about it some more.” I smirk.
“Fuck that.” He pushes out of his chair so quickly it causes me to jump slightly.
Closing the office door, he snaps the lock in place before taking two commanding steps toward me. Before I really have any time to react, Paxton is lifting me out of the chair, and depositing me on top of the desk. Shoving the folders and papers to the floor, he leans me all the way back, trailing his hand straight down my middle as he does.
Guilt floods through me when his hand stops on my stomach. He stares down at me, the intensity of his green eyes cutting me in two. For the briefest moment I fear that he senses the change in my body, that he can tell that his child is growing inside of me, but before the thought really takes hold, his movements shift downward to the waist of my jeans.
Ripping the zipper down, he flips open the button and has the material over my hips in the matter of seconds. Pulling one leg out and then the other, he doesn’t even make an attempt to remove my shirt before he’s flipping me onto my stomach and pulling me down toward the edge of the desk.
With my ass perched up on full display and my feet barely able to reach the floor beneath me, my body sings to life in anticipation. I hear Paxton’s zipper, followed by the rustle of material before I feel him settle in behind me.
He leans forward, his heavy erection pressing against my ass as his hand tangles into my messy bun and he jerks my head backwards.
“This is not going to be gentle.” He promises, hissing the words into my ear before releasing my hair.
I don’t have time to brace myself before Paxton enters me from behind, pushing my body forward. I cry out, not fully prepared for his deep, punishing thrust.
“That’s right.” Paxton growls behind me, digging his fingers into my hips as he slams inside of me again.
Another cry flies from my mouth, my body already hanging on the cusp. Paxton wastes no time establishing a rough and relentless rhythm, pounding into me so forcefully that the desk beneath me scoots a tiny fraction each time he moves.
He brings me to the brink and eases me back down over and over again, slowing to a near stop when he senses I’m close to letting go. I know he’s testing me, teasing me, seeing how long I can fight before I finally succumb to the pleasure.
It isn’t long before I sense him tensing behind me. His already hard body like a steel wall as it collides against mine. The animalistic growl that starts low in his throat and slowly becomes louder tells me that by testing my limits, he’s also been testing his own, and now he’s losing his hold.
I do everything I can to fight my orgasm. It’s the best kind of torture to deny myself the pleasure my body so desperately craves. When I feel him start to swell inside of me, I know I can’t hold onto it any longer. My entire body explodes around him, the release so intense I can’t stop my legs from shaking as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
Paxton follows right behind me, his release only intensifying the aftermath of my own orgasm.
By the time he finally slows to a stop behind me, we are both spent, gasping for breath like we can’t pull air into our lungs fast enough. And it’s the most incredible feeling in the entire world.
Chapter Sixteen
Charlie
“What are you doing here?” I ask, looking up from the mess of notes spread across the kitchen table as Gavin walks into the room.
“I just left Harlee’s dorm, thought I’d swing by and see mom for a bit. Where is she anyways?” He slides down into the seat across the table from me.
“I think she’s putting laundry away upstairs.” I say, leaning back in my chair as I stretch my arms above my head, trying to work the kink out of my back from sitting for so long.
“What are you working on?” He gestures to the table which is covered in books, notes, my open laptop, and a slew of half chewed pencils.
“Homework.” I make a face a dislike.
“You’re almost done though. How much time you got left?”
“Two semesters after this one.” I let out a loud sigh.
I know to some people it may not seem long but to me if feels like an eternity.
“Count yourself lucky. Harlee and Kimber have like three years left.” He chuckles, as if that’s somehow supposed to make me feel better. “Anyways, I’m gonna let you do your thing.” He pushes to a stand. “See if I can go track down that mother of ours.” He throws me a half wave before disappearing from the kitchen.
I look out over the disorganized mess in front of me, completely losing all motivation to continue. All I want to do is push all this crap in the trash can and never look at it again. Knowing that’s not an option, I pick up the book titled Integrating Business Fundamentals with Ethics. Flipping a few pages, I stop on the section marked by a bright pink post it note.
I read several pages, not really retaining much of it before I finally just give up all together. Slamming the book closed, I’m half way through clearing everything from the table when I hear Gavin’s voice yell my name. It’s not a where are you yell either.
Curious, I make my way across the kitchen and into the foyer, stopping just two feet from the bottom of the staircase when Gavin comes pounding down the stairs, his eyes drawn and face red.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He rounds the bottom step, stopping directly in front of me. His six foot frame towers over my much shorter one.
“What?” I ask again, this time a little more forcefully.
“This is what?” He pulls something out from behind him and waves it in front of my face.
It takes several moments before I realize what it is, at first all I see is a blur of white as it passes by my eyes. But when his hand stops waving and I get my first real glimpse at what he’s holding, my heart drops to my feet.
Clenched between his index finger and thumb is the one pregnancy test I kept instead of hiding at the bottom of the trash with the others. I don’t know why I kept it. I guess I wanted a keepsake. I mean, this may be unplanned and completely unexpected but I’d be lying if I said the thought of having Paxton’s child hasn’t grown on me a little bit over the past few days.
“I...” I try to speak but I’m so caught off guard that I can’t seem to form even one sentence.
“You what Charlie? What?” He yells in my face, his nostrils flaring. “You gonna tell me you’re just holding it for a friend?” He sneers, clearly very upset with m
e.
“Where did you get that?” I finally manage to croak out, an evident shake in my voice.
“Where the fuck do you think I got it?” He snaps. “Exactly where you fucking left it.”
I rack my brain trying to remember where I put it. I know I didn’t just leave it laying out. Think Charlie, think.
“Why were you going through my room?” I force the question out, not sure what else to say.
“Why is there a pregnancy test in your nightstand?” He answers my question with a question.
My nightstand... Shit, that’s right. I threw it in there planning to hide it somewhere when I had a chance, having been interrupted by my mom.
“I don’t know that that’s any of your business. Now tell me why in hell you were in there to begin with.” I raise my voice, feeling my own anger boil to the surface.
“I was looking for a phone charger Charlie. A fucking phone charger.” He screams, hovering over me. “So now tell me why in the fuck I found this instead?” He waves the test in front of my face again.
Snatching the stick out of his hand, I attempt to step past him in an effort to go upstairs but he’s having none of it. His hand closes down tightly around my bicep and he jerks me back in place.
“I don’t have to tell you anything.” I say, tears welling behind my eyes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“The fuck you don’t. When did this happen? Who the fuck the father? Don’t even try to convince me it isn’t yours because I already know damn well it is.” He interjects when I open my mouth to speak. “The truth Charlie. NOW!”
“What the fuck does it matter to you?” I rip my arm out of his grip. “My life Gavin. My life. Why don’t you go harass your little girlfriend and leave me the hell alone?” I scream in his face, shoving at his chest.
“It matters because you’re my sister. I care whether or not you fuck up your life. Because I care about you.”
“I haven’t fucked anything up.”
“Really Char? A baby? What about school? What about marriage? You still live with mom for fucks sake. Do you even know who the father is?”
“Is that what you think?” I shake my head, not able to believe that Gavin of all people would be the one to take such cheap shots at me. “You think I’m just some whore that sleeps around with tons of people?”
“That’s not what I meant.” He tries to smooth over the comment, clearly realizing his mistake.
“I think it’s exactly what you meant. And for your information, I do know who the father is and no, I have no intention of telling you. And since when do you feel like you have the right to come at me for something that has nothing to do with you?”
I curse at myself for this monumental error. How could I have been so stupid to leave the test in such a findable place?
“I’m your brother. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“I’m twenty-one years old Gavin. I’m not a little girl anymore and I sure as hell don’t need you to take care of me.”
“Clearly you need someone to.” He gestures toward my stomach.
“Let me make something very clear to you because you seem to be having trouble grasping the concept. You. Are. Not. My. Father.” I speak each word slowly.
“You’re right, I’m not. I’m just glad he’s not alive to see what a shit show you’ve made of your life.”
His comment literally knocks the wind right out of me. I can’t believe he would say that. I’m hurt, confused, but more than anything, right now I’m angry. Really angry. I am two seconds away from laying a backhand right across his face when mom’s voice halts my movements.
“What is going on down here?” I twist my head toward the staircase just as she reaches the landing, her confused expression looking between me and Gavin like we’ve both grown an extra head.
“Why don’t you tell her Charlie?” Gavin crosses his arms in front of his chest and hits me with a cocky smirk. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear the news.”
“Stop it Gavin.” I glare at him, swiping at the angry tears that are now streaming down my face.
“Tell her.” He seethes.
“Tell me what?” My poor mother is so confused.
I can’t speak the words out loud. I can’t see the look of disappointment on her face that I currently see on Gavin’s. I know Gavin will never let me walk away without telling her but I just can’t do it.
“You tell her or I will.” He warns.
“Why are you doing this?” My voice goes up an octave as a fresh onset of tears wells behind my eyes.
“I’m not doing anything.” He says smugly. “I’m just forcing you to admit the truth. A truth which clearly you’ve been hiding from all of us.”
“Gavin, what’s this about?” My mom steps in between us, turning toward Gavin.
“Why don’t you ask your daughter?” His gaze is locked on my face.
Slowly, my mom turns to face me.
“Charlie?” She cocks her head to the side, a gentle pleading in her eyes. “Is everything okay?”
Gavin laughs behind her.
“Okay?” He spits. “If you call Charlie throwing away her future okay, then yeah, everything is just fucking peachy.”
“Gavin Porter we do not use that kind of language in my house.” She rounds on Gavin. “Now one of you, spit it out now.” She demands, stepping to the side so she has a good view of both of us.
A long stretch of silence follows as Gavin stares daggers at me, challenging me, waiting for me to be the one to say it.
“Charlie’s pregnant.” He finally spits, turning his gaze to mom. “There it is. Since she won’t tell you, I will.”
“What?” My mom turns her gaze to me, shock registering in her eyes. “Char?” My name is so soft on her lips that it barely reaches my ears. “Is that true?”
“It is.” It’s so hard to utter those two words that I physically have to force them out.
“Out.” Her voice snaps as she looks at Gavin and points toward the front door.
“What?” He takes a step back, confusion written across his face.
“You heard me. Out.” She crosses past him to the front door and rips it open.
“Mom.” He objects, looking at her like she’s gone mad.
“Gavin, I love you, but so help me god if you do not get out of this house right now I will drag you out.”
I’m so taken aback by my mother’s actions that I can’t do anything but stand here, watching it all unfold in front of me.
“I’m leaving. I’m leaving.” He holds up his hands, grumbling under his breath.
“Gavin.” I call after him, sudden panic gripping at my chest. “Please don’t tell anyone.” I plead when he turns to face me.
He gives me one nod and then steps onto the porch, followed by my mother who pulls the door closed behind them. I watch through the glass of the door as she talks to Gavin. I don’t know what she’s saying to him but I can visibly see his features start to relax and after less than a minute, he looks like my brother again instead of the raging bully he was being just moments ago.
I watch my mom pull him into a hug, say something into his ear, and then reenter the house, letting out a long sigh when the door latches closed behind her.
“Mom.” The word comes out on a sob, the magnitude of what just happened finally starting to set in.
She’s across the foyer and has me in her arms in the matter of seconds, chanting in my ear that everything will be okay as I let go of all the emotion I’ve been holding in since finding out I was pregnant a few days ago.
Sobs rake through my body as I apologize over and over again. I think for the first time I’m really starting to understand just how huge this actually is and to be honest, I’m terrified.
“Come on.” My mom says, loosening her hold on me when I start to pull myself together. “Let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll make you some tea.”
Mom’s cure for everything is a cup of hot tea. I’ve never found muc
h comfort in it myself but I also know that the tea is most likely for her benefit and not mine.
I slide into one of the chairs and lean forward on my elbows, watching my mom as she skirts around the kitchen pulling out everything she needs. She doesn’t say anything. Hell, she doesn’t even look in my direction until she’s setting a cup of tea in front of me several minutes later.
“It’s decaf.” She says, sliding the cup toward me.
Of course my mom would think of such things. Right now I’m lucky I remember my own name. I never would have even thought about the caffeine in the tea. Of course I know very little about what you should and shouldn’t have during pregnancy but I know from my sister Mia that caffeine is supposedly a big no no.
Rounding the table, Mom takes a seat directly across from me, setting her tea in front of her.
“So.” She lets out a slow breath. “Does Paxton know?” She finally meets my gaze and to my surprise, there’s nothing angry about her expression.
“No.” I shake my head, taking a sip of tea.
It’s so hot it burns the tip of my tongue but it doesn’t stop me from going in for another drink. Nervous tick. Whenever I find myself in an uncomfortable situation I tend to fixate on anything other than the person in front of me.
“Are you going to tell him?”
“Yes, but I wanted to wait until I know more.”
“Do you know how far along you might be?” She sips her own tea.
“No.” I admit, shrugging. “I have a doctor’s appointment the week after next. I guess I will find out more then.”
“What’s your plan?” She’s so calm it’s almost eerie.
“Honestly mom, I don’t have one.” I admit, meeting her gaze.
“That’s okay.” She gives me a reassuring smile. “You’ll figure it out.”
“How are you so calm right now?” I finally spit, the tension mounting inside of me.
“Because I see it for what it is; a blessing.”
“Blessing?” I blurt like she really has officially lost it.
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