by London Casey
I turned looked at Lael. “Sorry, Prez. He had it coming.”
“Fucking right he did. He’ll never do that shit again.” Lael then pointed to the horizon. There was a faint glimmer of sunlight. “Time for us vampires to get some sleep.”
Lael jumped down and walked away.
I climbed from the ring and walked right up to the cute blonde. “Sorry for knocking your boyfriend out.”
“Ex,” she said.
“Oh. You two recently break up?”
“About a minute ago. He doesn’t know yet.”
“That’s a shame. You two seemed to have something real.”
She smiled. “I guess he just wasn’t strong enough for me.”
I put my hand out. “What’s your name, darling?”
“Mandy.”
Do you mind if I call you Liv?
“Well, Mandy. It’s been a long night. We better catch some sleep. I’m sure your heart is aching from the breakup. It’s always tough to lose someone you care about. But there is a cure for it.”
“What’s that?”
I grabbed her waist and pulled her off the table. I lifted her up and she threw her arms around my neck. I carried her across the lot to the clubhouse. Not only had I gotten patched into the Savage Viper’s MC, Lael was nice enough to take all my past favors for the MC and get me a spot at the table. That meant I had a room in the clubhouse. I wasn’t afraid of anything in the world and that meant I would do anything for Lael and the MC.
When I got Mandy to my room, I tossed her to the bed like a wet towel. I then folded my arms and nodded to her.
“Strip,” I said. “Completely naked. Show me everything, darling.”
Mandy hesitated for a second but then complied.
She had a tight little body on her. Her tits were smaller than my hands but fit her body. Little tiny nipples that were hard and pink. A little curvy cut at her hips, showing me that everything was cleaned up and bare, showing me her little slit.
“On your ass, on the bed,” I said.
She plopped down. She put her hands on the bed and leaned back. When she opened her legs, her pink folds peeled open, almost moist.
“Two fingers, deep,” I ordered.
She put her pointer and middle fingers together and licked them. She then touched her pussy and made big circles. After a few times she curled her fingers and penetrated herself. Her body tensed and she let out a sigh. She pressed and kept going, digging deep into herself.
“Turn around,” I said. “Hands and knees.”
Mandy turned, sticking her small ass into the air at me. She was clean and smooth everywhere. She parted her legs again and looked back at me.
“Again,” I said. “Two fingers deeper.”
Mandy reached around and started to play with herself again. Her arms weren’t really long enough to let her fingers go deep. I was still pissed off from the fight with the prospect and couldn’t get Liv out of my mind.
“Go up,” I said.
Mandy slid her fingers up. The tips of her fingers touched somewhere else and she looked at me, biting her lips.
I nodded and curled my lips. “Yes. Go deep.”
Mandy groaned and she pressed her fingers to herself. Her pussy was then just there, all for the taking.
That’s when I walked forward.
Her fingertips were inside her other hole as I grabbed her hips. I crouched down and let the sweet scent of her body hit me. It was nothing like Liv’s. Yeah, maybe they were all supposed to smell and taste the same, but they never did.
I put my mouth against her pussy and sucked her fold, taking all the honey I could. My tongue flickered up and down.
Mandy let out a cry and tried to fall forward. I pulled her back and let my tongue test her tightness. I made a circle, her pussy sheathing my tongue, and then she started to come.
“Oh, fuck!” she yelled. “Fuck...”
I took my mouth away and stood up.
I hurried to open my jeans, my thick cock falling free.
I put my hand to her wrist and pulled her fingers away. She then grabbed for the sheets and her body started to quiver. She was still coming, her pussy throbbing.
I looked into her eyes. Goddammit, all I wanted to do was feel something. Just that smallest of sparks that I could run with and get Liv out of my heart and mind for good.
There was nothing.
Yeah, Mandy was pretty. She was cute. She was willing. She made all the little noises I loved to hear. She bit her lip. She smelled great. She tasted great.
I grabbed my thick cock and pressed against her pussy. With my other hand, I slipped it around her body, my middle finger easily finding her tender clit. I pressed and she thrust back, crying out. My cock opened her and I thrust deep. She threw her head back and let out a dry squeal sound. Her hands were tight around the covers on my bed.
She was tight, warm, welcoming, still coming as I started to fuck her.
There was only one problem.
She wasn't Liv.
(OLIVIA)
I sat on the table at the doctor’s and looked around the small, white room. Above me was a poster of a kitten telling me I needed to hang in there. That’s the last thing I needed to hear or read.
Okay, Slade took off. I hadn’t heard from him since he dropped me off and sped away. Not that I really expected to hear much from him again. Why would I? He had put himself out there, wanting to take me away, but I refused. It made me sick because if I had gone with him, we could have been anywhere in the country. I couldn't stop imagining how many times we would have been together. Him touching me. Tasting me. Me returning the attention.
It made my stomach sick.
I sucked in a breath and started to shiver. I shut my eyes and swallowed hard, trying to make the feeling go away.
This was now the norm for me. Getting sick all the time. It happened when I thought about Slade and that was quite a bit of my life. The only good that came from being sick was that Walker didn’t want to touch me. He had been in and out of the state for the last eight weeks, securing some kind of big deal. The only thing he wanted from me was attention from my hand. So I complied as needed, just to keep him happy. He touched me and I faked it as best I could.
But yesterday was when shit hit the fan.
He was getting ready to leave. Standing in the bathroom, putting on his shirt, checking his hair, he called for me as I was in the kitchen leaning over the sink, throwing up. I turned the water on hoping he wouldn't hear me. The only problem was that I had a fear of throwing up. I had a deeper fear of choking and something in my brain triggered me to think I was going to die. That meant I gagged, coughed, cried, and sounding like I was dying when I threw up.
I wiped my mouth and went to see what Walker wanted.
“Sick again?” he asked me.
“Yeah. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
He then turned to me. “You’re not showing all that much either. I’m worried about the baby.”
First off, not showing all that much? Like I needed that in my life.
I had touched my stomach.
And, yes, I still hadn’t told anyone the truth. Everyone thought I was pregnant.
“I made an appointment for you,” Walker said. “Dr. Abalin. She’s the best. I need you to get checked out and see what’s happening.” He touched my face. “Need you in good health.”
Walker kissed my forehead and took out a business card for this Dr. Abalin lady.
So that’s what had me sitting on a doctor’s table, feet dangling, stomach churning.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
The only hope would be to get out of there and tell Walker something had happened. Even still, it made me feel like a terrible person. I put my head back and looked at the kitten poster.
I just wanted Slade to come through the door and save me.
I had really fucked it up with him. But it was all so much at once. Owen pulling him over and cuffing him. Walker beating
him up. Even through that, all Slade wanted was me. And I gave myself to him. I proved I wasn’t pregnant. He had my darkest secret and all I wanted was his in return.
What the hell happened the night Danny died?
I felt my stomach do another flip, this one a double flip. That was my cue. My last warning that things were about to happen.
I launched off the table and got to the sink.
I leaned over and turned the water on.
As I started to heave, my eyes filled with tears and I waited for death to take me.
I got sick two times and then hovered over the sink, catching my breath, crying.
What the hell was happening to me?
I couldn’t imagine that I was that sick over Slade. It had been two months now. Enough time had gone by for us to both realize what once was would never be again. It was fun when we were younger. It was hot and wild and something I’d never forget. Even when we were together...
It was guilt. Tons of guilt.
My stomach probably had an ulcer or something.
Christ, I had gone behind Walker’s back with Slade. I had faked a pregnancy with Walker to make him happy and keep him away from me. And everything Slade had said to me was right. I was stuck in the same town, working at the same diner, taking the same shit from my brother...
The door opened to the room and I quickly turned off the water.
“Well, hello there.”
“Dr. Abalin?” I asked.
“Yes. And you’re Olivia?”
“Yes. Sorry, I made a mess here.”
“Nothing some water and the drain won’t fix. You’re still getting morning sickness this far in?”
My head scrambled. My lips quivered. “Uh... I’m not pregnant.”
“Oh!” Dr. Abalin said. “There must have been a miscommunication. I was under the impression you were past your first trimester and having issues.”
“Uh, no,” I said. “I’m... what I meant... I throw up a lot. In the morning.”
“Ah,” Dr. Abalin said. “So you think you’re pregnant.”
“Well, Walker does,” I said with a nervous grin.
I’m the worst person in the world.
I was back on the table. Dr. Abalin sat on a stool and had a laptop on the counter, still shut. She was a pretty middle aged woman. I instantly hated her and was jealous of her, wondering what circumstances in her life sent her to medical school and now made her so damn happy. How fair was that? I had every right and possibility to do the same. I just chose not to.
“Tell me the symptoms,” she said.
“You heard them,” I said. “It’s been happening for a little while. Walker wanted me to get checked. I think I have something wrong with my stomach. I can’t be pregnant.”
“Well, before we start sending you off to specialists and knocking you out to slide cameras down your throat, let’s go with the simpler explanation.”
“Which is?” I asked.
Dr. Abalin stood up. “Take a pregnancy test. From there, if...”
“When,” I said.
Dr. Abalin laughed. “If or when it comes back negative then we’ll start talking diet, I’ll check your stomach, and talk about some possible medicines and foods to try to get your belly to calm down. Sound good?”
Dr. Abalin had kind and honest eyes. I hated myself now for being such a terrible person in all of this.
I nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”
She left the room and a nurse came back with a pregnancy test. I grabbed and left the room, going to a bathroom. There I was, squatting and peeing on a pregnancy test again. At least this time I wasn’t between two junker cars with Slade having his back to me.
I wished that was happening again though...
I finished and left the test there for the nurse and doctor or whoever to take care of.
Back in the room, I hopped back on the table and sat there. I refused to look up at the kitten again. I needed a game plan for this. I feared it would all collapse around me. Or maybe this was a chance to present the truth to Owen. The actual truth and why I did it. Even still, the truth would hurt my mother bad. It didn’t take all that much to confuse her anymore, and Owen was still trying to battle the notion that she could be really sick. I needed to get her to a doctor of her own and I needed Owen to help figure out what to do.
He insisted she was just grief stricken since the anniversary was coming up again. I didn’t celebrate that anniversary. I didn’t celebrate any of them. Holidays, birthdays, the day my father was killed, they were just all days to me. Blended together and more of an inconvenience than anything else. It worked out well because I picked up those days at the diner, as it was open everyday of the year. I got paid more and banked favors and days off whenever I wanted to use them.
I touched my stomach as it started to rumble. Now I was hungry. No surprise since I had emptied my stomach three times that day.
Dr. Abalin came back into the room a few minutes later. She slowly shut the door behind her and walked right toward me. Two seconds later her hands were on my knees. I had never had a doctor get so close to me before without sticking a light in my eyes or nose or telling me to lay back and put my legs in the stirrups.
“Olivia,” Dr. Abalin said. “You should trust Walker’s judgment a little more.”
“What? Why?”
A smile climbed across her face.
“You’re pregnant.”
I was instantly cold. Then I was numb. Then my stomach flipped. Only it wasn’t the normal flip. It was shock. I guess the normal flip was now considered morning sickness.
“Uh...”
“I can appreciate the shock,” Dr. Alabin said.
“I can’t...”
“Olivia, you are definitely pregnant. We can take you right over the ultrasound room if you’d like. We can get a picture of the little him or her. There won’t be really anything to see at this point. But something. Is that okay?”
My mouth opened and I made a little hoarse noise.
I had nothing.
This couldn’t be right at all.
“Wait a second,” I said. “I’m confused.”
“I know this is a shock,” Dr. Alabin. “I know you weren’t ready for that. You’re not the first one to walk in here and have that look on your face right now. The test was very clear. We can start taking blood work to check your levels. We want to see some serious increases as your body does its thing. It’s already working so much and you didn’t even know. Isn’t it a beautiful thing?”
“Yeah,” I managed to say.
My mind started to race.
I started to count backwards. Days... weeks...
“Wait,” I said. “I sort of had my period...”
“When?” Dr. Alabin asked.
My face turned red when I realized when. A long freaking time ago, that’s when.
“Never mind,” I said. “My dates are all... my head is spinning.”
“Let’s get an ultrasound done,” Dr. Alabin said. “We can check everything. Give you peace of mind. You can hear the heartbeat. And then you can take a picture home and show Walker.”
“Um, do you and Walker know each other well?” I asked. “I’m sorry to ask...”
“He’s been a great businessman in my life,” Dr. Alabin said. “He’s helped my family with several real estate deals. He’s very ruthless and demanding.”
No shit, Doc.
I nodded. “Oh. So you won’t tell him...”
“Me? Oh, never. For starters, it’s against the law. Second, it’s your body and your baby. This is your big moment, Olivia.”
My big moment.
I followed Dr. Alabin down the hall and we went into another room. This one was dimly lit and comfortable. Not too hot, not too cold. Dark walls and carpeting. Behind the door was a poster of a cartoon woman, her belly see-through, with all the various stages of pregnancy. I noticed two things. First, this woman’s belly got freaking HUGE. Second, so did her boobs. And her cartoon nipple
s went from looking like little pieces of chocolates to pieces of a chocolate cake.
I was in complete shock.
“Olivia, Bethany will be right in. She’s our ultrasound tech. Pants and undies off. She’ll knock before she comes in to make sure you’re covered up.”
“Thank you.”
Dr. Alabin touched my arm. “Hey. Try to embrace it all. You’ll never have this moment again.”
Dr. Alabin left and I took off my pants and panties. I balled them up and put them on a chair. I climbed up on the ultrasound table and sat there.
There was a knock and I said, “Come in!”
An older woman walked in. “Hello there! I take it we’re here to have a look!”
She had a folder in her hand. I figured it was my chart.
“I, uh, Dr. Alabin says I’m pregnant,” I said. “I don’t... I don’t know what to think.”
“Okay,” Bethany said. She walked to the machine and started pressing buttons. “Relax and put your legs up.”
She then took out a wand and put a condom on it. She smiled as she did, so casual and natural. My cheeks burned red and I had no idea why. It was just... weird. Things only got weirder when Bethany looked me in the eyes and told me to relax again. Then she jammed the wand right up inside me. I swallowed hard at the strange pressure.
Then we were both looking at the screen. It was all scrambled snow. Then it stopped. There was still a snowy screen and Bethany started clicking buttons and drawing lines on the screen. She nodded each time she did it.
“Um, am I...”
Bethany stared at the screen and smiled big. She moved the wand again and there was a little black circle. Inside that, there was a white thing. It sort of looked like a peanut.
It wasn’t a peanut. Not at all.
Bethany pointed to the peanut and then looked at me. “That right there... that’s your baby...”
The whirlwind then continued. Before I could catch my breath, I was listening to a heartbeat. It was a scratchy wham-wham-wham-wham sound. It was beating as fast as my heart was.
Pregnant? I was seriously pregnant?
The lie had become a reality. But that had to be a lie within itself.