KNOCKED UP BY THE BAD BOY

by Nicole Fox

  “Mama, does it matter?”

  “It matters to me. Is it a boyfriend? Is he going to take care of you, honey?”

  “It’s not a boyfriend, but I am being taken care of, Mama, I promise, okay?”

  She sighed.

  “I guess I’ll have to take that for now, won’t I?”

  “For now, yeah.”

  “Please, please be careful, honey, okay? Where are you calling from? Is there a number I can get?”

  “I’m calling from a payphone right now, but I’ll keep you updated as much as I can, all right?”

  “All right, Ember. I love you, all right? I’ll tell your brothers that you’re doing all right. Please, please stay out of trouble. You’ll worry me into a grave.”

  “I love you too, Mama. And I will.”

  The line went dead.

  I breathed in a deep breath and hung up the payphone. Well. That was two important calls down and no more than I needed or wanted to make right now. Wanda and my mother knew, roughly, how I was doing, and neither of them were trying to urge me to go to the police, so that was good. I went back out to the main bar area. Wheeler had already ordered us some drinks.

  “Oh thank God, I need one of these,” I said. He’d gotten me a beer and I eagerly drank down a huge gulp of it, apparently to Wheeler’s surprise.

  “Damn girl, you can drink,” he said, eyeing the glass of beer now half empty before me. I laughed.

  “I can drink like this when it’s necessary. What, you don’t think girls can put back their alcohol?”

  “You don’t look like a girl that puts back alcohol, that’s all.”

  I rolled my eyes and took another—smaller—drink. I stuck my tongue out at him when I was done and he reach over, ruffling my hair up.

  “You’re such a little shit. I’m convinced you dragged me out here just to pick on me.”

  “You like it.”

  “I’m not complaining. So, how’d your calls go?” he asked.

  I shrugged.

  “About as good as they could go, but my mother and Wanda know that I’m all right, so there’s that. I just wanted to make sure that they knew that I wasn’t dead or involved in this bullshit that Jameson says that I am. Other than that, I guess we just gotta wait and see. That’s where I am right now.”

  “I’m sorry that that’s the position that you have to be in.”

  “Oh, come on now.” I waved at him. “Don’t get all … serious with me. We’re supposed to be loosening up from the shit storm that’s about to happen, aren’t we?” I asked. “So let’s just forget about this for a little, okay?”

  Wheeler smiled.

  “All right. We can do that.”

  It wasn’t typical of me to run away from my problems or even ignore them temporarily. But this was something that was a little different than bucking up and taking responsibility to help my family, or making choices about what college to go to, or trying to figure out how I was going to pay off my school debt. This kind of problem was out of my element—I didn’t deal with the law like this, and I certainly didn’t deal with false accusations leveled at me by bigwig executives in lofty places in life. Just. I didn’t.

  So in this situation I was totally content to pretend like nothing bad was happening, at least in the small amount of space that I was sharing with Wheeler.

  “Hey, you wanna dance?”

  I seemed to have caught him off guard with my question.

  “What?”

  “You deaf? I said: you wanna dance? Come on, it’ll be good for the both of us.”

  I didn’t give him a chance to protest or tell me no. I stood up and took his hand, tugging him up with me.

  “You’re in a mood tonight, I see.”

  “I’m always in a mood, Wheeler.”

  He laughed at that and we went to the dance floor. There were other people dancing and grinding on each other. I was quick to move Wheeler’s hands to my hips as I turned around, moving my body against him. He was surprised by that at first, not doing much, until his hands became sure, confident grips at my sides and he started moving with me.

  It was an odd notion, but even though we had already had an impulse fuck, this was more intimate, somehow. Dancing was more personal than a one-night stand—it was what made fire dancing so erotic and alluring without ever touching another person. It was what made passions and desires boil without ever going anywhere but watching. Observing.

  I loved the way Wheeler felt pressed against me. We were separated by clothes and public decency, but there was something oh so good about having his face pressed into my neck and out bodies flush to each other. It was divine.

  We moved together and I got lost in the undulation of our bodies. I was a little surprised at how well he danced.

  “You got a lot of rhythm for a biker boy,” I teased him. He laughed.

  “Biker boys don’t have rhythm now?”

  “Not that I’ve ever known,” I said. I laughed. “But it’s okay, I like it.”

  He tightened his hold on me and made it so I was jerked close to him, making me gasp. He mouthed against my neck.

  “I’m beginning to think that you have ulterior motives—”

  “Heey.”

  The scent of alcohol wafted up with the approach of a man. He had clearly been drinking and was sloppy as all hell. Wheeler and I stopped moving, but Wheeler kept his hold on me, an obvious indicator that the man’s presence wasn’t welcome.

  “Heey, pretty girl,” he slurred. “You—hic—are really hot.”

  “Hey, beat it, asshole.”

  “Hey, hey, lemme talk to the lady.” He stumbled forward and tried to touch me but Wheeler backed us up before the man could put his hands on me. He looked disappointed at that, but I honestly didn’t care about it.

  “I’d rather not,” I said. I narrowed my eyes at him to drive home the message that I wasn’t having any of his shit.

  “Oh, come on, come on, I know you, we—hic—know each other, don’t we?” He smiled at me, revealing a bunch of nasty, unbrushed teeth. My stomach flopped over.

  “No, I don’t think we do.”

  “Come on, asshole, scram.” Wheeler bulked behind me, tensed. His muscles seemed to swell, and I knew that he was ready for a fight. I didn’t want that, so I nodded along with Wheeler.

  “Yeah … come on, leave me alone, I don’t know you.”

  “Sure, sure. E—ember. Fire Girl!” The man laughed as though that was the funniest thing he had ever said in his entire life. I grimaced; how did he know my name?

  Wait …

  “Fire Girl, yeah, I know you, the one that—”

  The man had started toward me again, hands out like he was going to touch me again. Before he could, Wheeler was in front of me and decked the guy. The group of people that had started to stare at the exchange continued to look on, laughing a little at the drunk man on the floor, knocked out cold by Wheeler’s hit. But Wheeler and I didn’t stick around long enough to enjoy the attention.

  “Come on.”

  Wheeler took my hand and we left the bar.

  “I guess going out in public right now isn’t a great idea.”

  “I didn’t even think about it. I should have known better.”

  “No, it’s not your fault.” I stopped in my tracks, making Wheeler stop as well when he tugged my hand and I wouldn’t budge. He looked down to me.

  “What?”

  “Listen. I totally blame your biker buddies, because they were the ones setting shit on fire. And Jameson—he’s the one that lied about my involvement. But you’re the one that’s tried to help me this entire time. Besides, I’m the one that said we should go out when I’m the one with her face plastered all over every news and social media outlet. Don’t worry about it. Besides, we had fun while it lasted, didn’t we?”

  He smiled.

  “Okay … Fair point.”

  I patted him.

  “It’s not just your issue … burden … whatever. Come on. L
et’s get out of here.”

  Chapter Nine

  Ember

  Back on the road, wrapped around Wheeler, it felt good. I was worried about the man who had recognized me, but if he was as much of the drunk as he seemed to be, I couldn’t imagine that he would be believed if he actually came forward about the fact that he had seen me in public.

  We zipped through the town, but I was confused when, upon coming upon the clubhouse, Wheeler passed it entirely.

  “Hey!” I shouted. “Where are we going?”

  “I was thinking,” Wheeler hollered back. “About all this. I think there’s a chapter in San Diego that could help us with all of this shit. Satan won’t contact them. They had a little bit of a … falling out; we’ll call it. But they have resources that might solve this problem of ours, and I think we should explore it. Especially if there are gonna be incidents like this one where you can’t even go out in public without being recognized and everything.”

  “You just now decided to do that? Now?”

  Wheeler shrugged. “I can be impulsive when I want.” He turned his head and I caught a grin. “You up for a road trip?”

  The logical answer was no. That was crazy! But I couldn’t deny my curiosity …

  “I’ll go wherever you want me to go.”

  “Excellent.

  The weather, of course, had other things in mind for us. About halfway to San Diego, it started to rain. Hard. One minute the sky was totally clear and the next it opened up in a huge rain. We were soaked before Wheeler could pull off the road.

  “Shit, this sucks,” Wheeler said, slowing down and coming off the road. We were lucky enough to be on a part of the road where there were trees to stand under. Wheeler parked and we got off. I leaned back against the tree. Some of the rain still poured through; Wheeler leaned over me to shield me a little from the rest of the water.

  “You’re going to get wet,” I said.

  He shrugged.

  “It’s nothing worse than I’ve ever experienced before. You’re skimpier than me; you’ll catch a cold or something.”

  I raised a brow at him.

  “That’s the excuse you’re gonna go for?”

  He grinned.

  “You gonna complain about it?”

  “Nah. It’s actually kinda nice.” I looked around. “All this rain. It smells nice. It’s pretty. And then we’re out here in all of it. It’s almost like that scene from The Notebook—”

  “The Notebook?”

  “You’ve never seen it?”

  “Um, that’s a no.”

  I laughed.

  “It’s a romance. About these two people in circumstances that keep them apart. There’s one scene in it when the guy is confessing his love for the girl. They’re out in the rain; they’re soaked. They have hot, passionate sex after.”

  “Sounds silly and sappy.”

  I smacked him.

  “It’s romantic!”

  He laughed.

  “I’m sure it’s just soo romantic. Getting soaking wet and catching pneumonia. Just, ah, romance.”

  “You wouldn’t understand, you big meathead.”

  He reached down and tickled my sides. I let out a yelp and he kept doing it.

  “I’m surprised that you like something like that, though. Romance and all that shit.”

  I nudged him away a little for his teases.

  “And why wouldn’t I? I’m still a woman, aren’t I? It’s, you know, appealing.”

  “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He grinned and pressed close to me. His hands settled on either side of my head. I was made very, very much aware of how close he was. “So, you like to be wooed, huh?”

  “No one calls it wooing anymore.”

  “Oh, what would you call it?”

  “I like being seduced.”

  He chuckled and leaned forward—I thought he was going to kiss me. I was ready for it. The atmosphere was so nice for it, after all. All the rain and seclusion—the rain so hard even if there were cars on the road, they wouldn’t have been able to see us at all.

  But instead of kissing me on the lips, he bypassed my lips entirely. He skimmed my jaw and nibbled his way into my neck. I gasped softly. This was a lot more tender than the way he had bitten me when he’d fucked me.

  “Something wrong?” he asked, and I swore I could feel the grin of his lips against my skin.

  “Nothing wrong at all.”

  “Good.”

  He sucked and nibbled at my neck, his hands coming up to cup my breasts over my shirt. My nipples were pert from the cold of the rain and the arousal that I felt. He rubbed and massaged them, his fingers playing over my nipples. I panted and rocked my hips against him as he wound me up tight.

  “You sound pretty when I’m making you wet,” he said.

  “Fuck …”

  “We could …”

  My skin flushed at the implication. I hadn’t intended on sleeping with him again after the first time … But damn if I hadn’t loved the way that he’d felt between my legs.

  “Please …”

  He chuckled a little at my neck and kept nibbling there, playing with my breasts, until he dragged his nails down and slid his hands beneath my shirt. He splayed his hands over my belly before dipping lower, popping the button to my jeans, and pulling the zipper down.

  “You want me to fuck you, Ember?” he asked, his voice husky.

  I nodded.

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  His hand slid into my pants and I bucked against him when his fingers immediately found my clit. He was right—I was already so, so wet, and my clit was hard and throbbing even before he touched me. I gasped and panted when he started rubbing me there. I soaked my panties with how good it felt.

  Fuck.

  His fingers dipped down lower, slipping inside me to work me open. I gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to me and tugged his head from my neck so I could kiss him properly. He practically drank from my mouth and I moaned against him; I was realizing that I was becoming quickly addicted to Wheeler’s kisses. Whether or not that was a good thing would remain to be seen, but I didn’t care about all of that right now. All that mattered was that he was plunging his fingers into me and it had me pulsing around him, slick and wet.

  As slow as he was going in getting to fucking me, I think both our patience was wearing thin. He worked me up, but all too soon he was pulling his hand from my jeans, tugging them down along with my panties. He flipped me over, pressing my front to the tree while he tugged my back against him.

  I mewled when he palmed my ass, squeezing it and admiring it.

  “You have such a glorious, lovely ass,” he growled out. “But it’s not as nice as this pretty pussy of yours.”

  I wiggled my hips at him, jutting my ass out, presenting that pretty pussy.

  “Wheeler, please,” I said. “Fuck me.”

  The zip of his zipper sounded, and he spread me open with his hands before pressing the head of his cock against me. He as thick and long and I reveled in every thick inch that sank into me in one hot stroke. He bottomed out deeply inside me and I moaned, clawing the tree as he started rocking inside me. His cock hit all the good spots inside me. I shuddered and clenched around his cock, drawing him deeper into me.

  “God, that’s so good, Wheeler. Fuck, harder.”

  “You’re tryin’ to take it all at once, baby; you think you can handle that?”

  “What kinda girl do you think I am?”

  He laughed.

  “The kind that knows how she wants her cock.”

  He gripped my hair, pulling me back against him. He bit into my neck and I cried out in ecstasy, and he kept plunging his cock in and out of my tight hole. I dripped down my thighs and over his cock and it was so nasty and lewd and out in the open, but I didn’t care. He made me shake and shiver in the best of ways and I rocked back on his cock like a whore.

  “Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!”
Wheeler growled against my neck, still keeping that tight hold on my hair like it was reins instead of hair. I loved it.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

  He drove into me, driving me orgasm out of me so quickly I didn’t know what to do with myself. I mewled, my legs trembling and buckling at the intense waves of pleasure that rolled through me. I shook and shook and as Wheeler kept fucking me, it was almost too much—but I loved it more than enough to keep rocking back against him, wanting him to hurry up and cum, wanting to feel his pleasure too.