by Tyler, Q. B.
“Trying to be in charge. I just…need you to push, please!”
“And why is that? Because you’re desperate for me to fill all of your holes today? You’ve already had my dick in your mouth and in your pussy and between your luscious tits. What part of your body hasn’t my dick touched, Leighton? Is there any part of you off limits to me?”
She shifts underneath me and the sexiest simple sigh leaves her lips. “Nothing.”
“Fuck,” I grit out through teeth clenched so tightly I’m sure the veins in my temple are visible. I know she’d say something along those lines, but hearing the breathy word escape her lips has me barreling back towards the edge.
Calm. the. Fuck. down. You aren’t even halfway in.
I push further, and she gasps underneath me, the moan sounding like music to my ears. “Everett, holy fuck.” She clenches around me making my cock throb in her ass.
“How does it feel, Leigh?”
“I’m so…full.”
“Does my little slut like having her ass fucked?”
“Y—yes. Yes, I like having you in my ass.” She trembles underneath me and I groan because I can feel it in my dick. “It feels…like you own me.”
“FUCK.” My dick pulses again hearing those words, and I push the rest of the way in and a scream of pleasure leaves her body. I drop my face to her neck and press a gentle kiss to the space there just so she can feel that I’m still with her. “I’m going to start moving. Now.” I growl as I begin to rock in and out of her. “Next time,” I hesitate, as I get my thoughts together, “I’ll have you sit in my lap so I can wrap my hand around your pretty throat while I fuck you like this.”
“Oh my God, yes!” she screams. I feel my cock ready to blow for what I’m assuming will be the final time of the night, so I begin to rub her clit between her legs.
“Just give me one more, baby.”
“Oh God yes, I want to come. Make me come, please.” Her plea is enough to make me lose it. The strain in her voice, the begging for me to make her feel good makes me feel like a God, knowing that I’m the only one who can.
“I love you so fucking much, I’m never letting you go again,” I tell her.
“Yes!” she screams as I swipe across her clit one more time sending her over the edge. “Never let me go.”
“Excuse me?” Alli looks angry and disgruntled and livid, as soon as the words leave my lips. I’ve spent the majority of the weekend in bed with Leighton reuniting after so much time apart and the second Monday morning hit, I was armed with a new purpose.
To prevent anything from coming between her and me again.
Which means it is time to officially know the truth, and after her friends potentially outed what sounded like a fucking scheme, I want answers and I’m prepared to be ruthless in my quest for the truth.
So, I’d gone to the sorority house, and when they told me she was on her way home from her final, I decided to wait. She’d greeted me with a smile before I pinned her with a cold glare and told her that this was far from a social call.
She rubs her hands on her leggings and I watch the goosebumps popping up on her arms as a shudder rips through her. Nervously. “I take offense to that, you know. I haven’t been with anyone else besides you.”
“So, you say, but I’d like there to be no doubts and quite frankly, everyone in my life wants proof as well.”
She snorts and rolls her eyes. “You mean Leighton?”
I scratch my jaw and narrow my gaze at her. “Yeah, I do mean Leighton.”
“You said she was done with you…that you were done with her.” Her voice wavers slightly.
“I’ve never said I was done with Leigh. Ever. And furthermore, that doesn’t have shit to do with you. We are taking a paternity test. I’m actually not sure why we’re having this argument. This was always the plan. I was always planning to request one when the baby was born. I’m just requesting to have it done now. I’ll cover the costs since I want to do it earlier. You’re further along than eight weeks; they can do a test with just a swab of my cheek and a blood sample. I just need the truth.” I inform her. “And I have to say your extreme reluctance to do this is making you look guilty as hell. If you’re so sure it’s mine, then what’s the problem?”
“The problem is you’re making me feel like shit because Leighton is so desperate for this baby not to be yours!”
“ENOUGH about Leighton!” I yell, before taking a deep breath, counting to ten. I pinch the bridge of my nose and prepare to let her have it. “Jesus Christ, YOUR friends were talking shit to her at the bar on Friday, did you know that? YOUR friends slipped up when they thought she wasn’t around and said something about you getting pregnant wasn’t part of ‘some plan?’ What the hell is that, Alli? Is this all some game? My dad’s a lawyer, and I can promise you it’s not a game you want to play with his son,” I growl at her and she shakes her head.
Tears spring to her eyes and she bites down on her bottom lip before she takes a step back. “I—I don’t know what they’re talking about.”
“I think you’re lying straight to my face, Alli. We’re taking a test, tomorrow,” I tell her, knowing that she has a doctor’s appointment anyway.
She shakes her head, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes as she takes a deep breath. “Do you really hate me that much?” She wrings her hands nervously and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve just been blind to the bullshit this whole time.
“Hate has nothing to do with any of this.” I take a step forward, my voice low, cold, hurt. “Alli, is there even any point in taking this test?”
She doesn’t respond, so I take another step. “Allison,” I grit out her full name and she swallows.
“I…yes?” she squeaks.
“That sounds an awful fucking lot like a question for someone who was sure she’d only ever been with me.”
“I…”
I take a step back, my mind going a mile a minute at her fear, her nervousness, her uncertainty. “Alli, did you sleep with someone else?” Her eyes flash to mine and I put a hand up. “I don’t give a fuck if you cheated on me or not. I want to know if you slept with another guy. A guy who might be the father!” I point at her stomach. “You’ve turned my goddamn life upside down for the past two months KNOWING there was a chance this baby may not be mine? I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry. I get that you were upset. But you were going to what…trap me? Or what, Alli, did you think I’d just fall in love with you when the baby was born and not give a fuck that the test results showed that it wasn’t mine?”
“I DIDN’T SAY IT WASN’T YOURS!” She screams.
“You certainly aren’t convinced it is, anymore,” I growl. Something Leighton says flashes through my mind. “One of your friends said she didn’t know we fucked. That night…I was so drunk.” I close my eyes, trying for the millionth time to trigger something from that night but it still comes up blank. “God, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was drugged.” I rub my head and as if the answer just fell out of the sky and landed at my feet, my head jerks up to meet her terrified gaze. “You wouldn’t have,” I say, but even as I say it, I realize that I’m not sure what exactly she wouldn’t do to get what she wants. “Speak! Say something. Deny anything.”
“I…I think you just blacked out that night. As did I! I don’t remember anything.”
“Bullshit! Oh my God, Alli, did you slip something in my drink?”
“No! How could you think that?”
“Well, to be honest, I don’t know all that much about you, but what I’ve seen the past few months, I haven’t liked very much. And surely not what I’ve learned the past thirty minutes. You’ve let me believe this is mine without a doubt, you’ve said multiple times that this couldn’t be anyone else’s, all the while knowing you fucked some other guy? That makes you a bad person, Alli,” I tell her. “And I don’t even want to know what it makes you if you drugged me the night we allegedly had sex. I’m guessing a felon. I’ll have to ask
my dad,” I snarl before I turn and walk towards my car when I hear her scurrying behind me.
“Wait, Everett!” She puts her hands over her eyes and shakes her head. “Okay, we’ll…we’ll take the test.”
“Oh, there wasn’t a question in that. And I wasn’t asking for your permission. I mean I guess I can’t force you, but I can have a court summon it. I do know that I’m well within my rights to do that.” I shake my head at her. “I didn’t deserve this. For you to have done this to me?”
“And I deserved you cheating on me!?”
“NO! And I’ve said that many times. But this is a baby that you what…tricked me into believing was mine? I met your parents, you humiliated my girlfriend and pushed her away from me. I wasn’t going to abandon you if this baby was mine, Alli, and if you would have just thought about this baby instead of your fucking self, you would have realized that Leighton would have loved this baby too. She’s not a bad person, Alli. She’s been in love with me for a really fucking long time. And I know you don’t care, but for you to do this… it’s unforgivable. If this test proves this baby isn’t mine…then I’m going to go as far as to say that we probably didn’t have sex that night. That you drugged me…” I put a hand up when she interjects. “Or maybe I did just get that drunk on my own, though I’m not convinced given that pieces of that night feel like they’ve been wiped from my memory…but I’m going to say that you went with it when we woke up naked that next morning. At the very least, you’re not even completely convinced that we had sex.”
“Everett…” She hiccups and wraps her arms around herself as a breeze whips through the air.
“I’ll see you at two,” I tell her before storming off towards my car.
I slam the door to Leighton’s house behind me so hard it shakes. Peyton and Skyler, who are sitting on the couch with their books strewn across them, jump nearly three feet. “Oh my God!” Peyton shrieks. “Why?!”
I ball my hands into fists and close my eyes. “Leighton.” The word leaves my lips like a prayer, and instantly I feel the tension leaving my body as if just her name has the power to calm me.
“She’s at campus! She’s studying at the library,” Peyton says.
“Without one of you guys?” It isn’t necessarily late, but I know studying for finals can take you way into the night, and I hate that she would have to get home by herself late at night.
“I think she’s in a study group,” Skyler adds.
“Don’t you have like a chip in her to track her movements or something?” Peyton quips and gives me a smirk.
I put a hand up. “I am really not in the mood.”
Peyton pulls a pencil from behind her ear and points at me. “Then you can exit the way you entered because you’re in my house, Cartwright.”
“Don’t start, you two. What’s wrong, Everett?” Skyler asks. “You’re shaking.”
“I…I need Leigh.”
“Okay, well just text her.”
“Do you know who she’s studying with?” I’m not sure where we’d landed on her little study date with Adam, but I hope to God that she isn’t studying with him.
For her sake.
My sake.
My fucking sanity.
Me: Hey, I’m at your house. Where are you? I need to talk to you.
Leighton: Library! What’s wrong?
Me: Who are you with?
Leighton: Study group for stats
Me: With Adam?
Leighton: Everett…
Me: Are you serious?
Leighton: He’s here, yes. But there’s a lot of us. Like ten.
Me: I don’t care. I told you how I felt about you being with him.
Leighton: I didn’t think you’d be upset if I wasn’t alone with him.
Me: Spending time with your ex-boyfriend in ANY fucking capacity, Leighton. You knew what the fuck I meant.
Leighton: Stop swearing at me! I’m sorry, okay? But I really don’t want to fail this exam. It’s worth like thirty percent of my grade. And he can’t exactly take it like he’s been doing my homework.
Me: Whatever. This day has been the fucking worst and now you’re dicking around with your ex.
Leighton: Wow. I can’t even believe you’re going there. You’re overreacting. I don’t want Adam. I NEVER wanted Adam and you know that! And what’s going on?
I stop answering because I know if we continue down this road while I’m angry over Alli and jealous over Adam that I’ll end up saying something I regret and hurting Leighton. “Dammit!” I growl as I drop to their couch next to Skyler. She closes her textbook and sets it on the table in front of her.
She crosses her legs in a pretzel and looks over at me. “Care to share with the class?”
“Not really,” I grumble.
“Too bad. Do you want a drink?” Peyton asks as she stands up and makes her way from the couch and into the kitchen. “Some of your beers are here.” I shake my head as I let it fall into my hands.
“Everything is so fucked,” I grumble.
“I’m guessing this is about Alli?” Skyler asks.
“And maybe also because my girlfriend is hanging out with that douchebag Adam.” I look at Peyton. “Wait…aren’t you in Leigh’s statistics class? Why aren’t you at the study group?”
“Organized study groups aren’t really my thing,” Peyton quips and Skyler snorts.
“Yes, cheating is more your thing.”
“Says the girl who slept with her professor for an A?” Peyton retorts with a flick of her blonde hair over her shoulder.
She smacks Peyton’s arm. “I did not sleep with Aidan for an A, bitch.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you not get an A?”
“Because I’m smart as shit.”
“And just maybe…maybe I’m good at math.” Skyler turns her head and narrows her eyes at Peyton. “I’m good at stats okay? I’m thinking of minoring in it.”
“You…like…math?”
“Don’t make a big deal about it. The math section was what saved my SATs. I got a perfect score on that section.”
Skyler’s mouth drops open, and quite frankly I’m just as shocked. “Weren’t you stoned?” I ask, having heard this story before.
“Obviously, but math doesn’t change. I can do math while I’m drunk too. Don’t tell anyone.” She rolls her eyes and turns back to her textbook.
“Then why aren’t you tutoring Leigh?” I snap at the revelation.
“Because she’s stubborn and doesn’t listen! Trust me, I tried. And then what’s his face started doing her homework for her, so she didn’t need my help anymore.”
“We’re getting off topic. Though I do want to know more about my best friend being a math whiz and me never knowing.” Skyler points at Peyton before turning to me. “What’s going on with Alli?”
“I don’t think the baby is mine.” I blurt out. “I wanted to talk to Leigh first, but she’s not here, and I have to get this off my chest.”
Peyton crosses her arms over her chest and eyes me warily. “Go on.”
“I think she drugged me the night we supposedly had sex. It’s why I don’t have any memory of it. When we woke up naked, she went with it. But I don’t think we actually had sex. If we did, I definitely was not a willing participant. But…that baby…she fucked someone else in the interim. Or maybe she cheated on me. I don’t know but…” I know I’ve been rambling and when I look over to Skyler and Peyton both of their mouths are open, their eyes wide. “Oh…oh my God,” Skyler whispers.
“Oh yeah, we all need drinks.” Peyton gets up and comes back with a bottle of vodka and three shots. “Holy shit, did she admit that? Oh my God, Leighton is going to kill her.” She puts a hand on her forehead dramatically. “Oh my God, we’re going to be accomplices to murder.” She squeezes her eyes together before taking her shot. “Oh, you know what, I’m not worried. Between your dad and Daddy West we’ll get off,” she says looking at Skyler.
Skyler scrunches her cheeks upward and
I’ve heard a vague story about Skyler’s older sister, Serena’s engagement to her dad’s best friend and partner which is where I assume the Daddy term comes from. “I’m serious,” I tell them.
“Peyton’s serious,” Skyler says as she downs the shot. “She knew this whole time the baby may not be yours? I spent a month picking my best friend off her bathroom floor because Alli wanted to fuck with you?” Her eyes fill with rage, and I’m beginning to think she’s just as angry as me. “When are you taking the test?”
“Tomorrow,” I say before downing the shot Peyton poured for me.
“I almost pray it’s yours,” Skyler says.
“I don’t!” I growl, not wanting to put that into the universe.
“Okay, I mean…I don’t. I’ve been hoping this whole time it wasn’t yours but…this is just so disgusting. She knew this whole time that there was someone else. And then if she really did drug you…” She crosses her arms. “I hope you’re planning to press charges, and if you’re not, then I wouldn’t tell Leighton about any of this.”
“She’ll probably never admit if she did. It’s not like I can prove it now.”
Peyton lets out a breath just as I hear keys in the door and then Leighton is coming through it. She narrows her gaze at us and the shot glasses littering the table. “Is this studying?”
Peyton and Skyler hop up from the couch in sync. “You’ve got the floor, Cartwright. We’ll leave you with the vodka,” Peyton says before they bound up the stairs, leaving us alone.
“You…you didn’t answer.” She sets her bag on the couch and sits next to me, linking her arm with mine and leaning her head on my shoulder. “My last text. I didn’t want you here stewing and being mad at me.” She kisses my shoulder and looks up at me with those big beautiful eyes that have the power to completely alter my mood. I press a kiss to her forehead, and already I feel better.
“I’m not mad at you.”
“You were…but I swear I wasn’t alone with him. But he was there…” She bites her bottom lip.
“I’m not thrilled about it, but I’ll live. Thanks for coming back.”