by Lane Hart
“If I hear from her, I’ll let you know,” Luke tells me. I thank him before hanging up and heading back outside to my truck.
I have to do an Internet search to get an address for Happily Ever After since I’ve never been there before. Fifteen minutes later, I pull up in front of the small suite in the center of a busy shopping mall. The door dings when I walk through it. Inside there are a few small tables and chairs with huge books open on top of them. There’s lots of bright, colorful girly shit around the store, like flowers and lace that contradict the cynical Abby I’ve come to know. I can’t help but wonder if Linc made her that way, or even worse, if it’s my fault she’s no longer a hopeless romantic.
“Hi, can I help…oh.” A young college-aged brunette steps out from a back office, her eyes wide. “You’re Senn, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m Bree. How’s Abby?” she asks, fidgeting with the buttons on her black suit jacket.
“She’s…she’s had a rough couple of days. I’m actually looking for her. Has she been by?”
“Ah, no. The last I heard from her, she was checking out of the hospital, so I don’t really expect to see her around here anytime soon.”
“Well, thanks.”
“Everything okay?” she asks as I reach for the door.
“No, not really. But if you see or hear from Abby, please tell her to call me.”
“Will do,” she says with a smile.
Sitting back down in my truck, I know the next place I have to try, and I’m dreading it. Abby’s parents are assholes to her, so I’m expecting the same treatment but about a hundred times worse. Either way, I’ll do whatever it takes to find her and talk to her. To tell her I haven’t been with anyone else since we started seeing each other.
Looking up her parents’ address online, I following the GPS instructions on my phone until I’m driving through one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the city, hell, maybe even the state. Houses through here are on the edge of a private golf course and probably start at no less than a million each. It’s the complete opposite of the rundown trailer park I grew up in out in the middle of nowhere.
I almost chicken out when I pull up in the circular driveway of the massive stone mansion. The perfectly manicured lawn looks like each bush and blade of grass was watered and hand trimmed by an army of men with tiny scissors.
Manning up, I force myself to climb out of my big, yellow truck that looks as out of place as a pony in the Kentucky Derby, and walk up between the columns to ring the doorbell.
I was expecting a butler in a black suit and white gloves to answer. Instead, I’m greeted by a lanky man in an ugly plaid golf getup with a thinning brown hairline. Dark chocolate eyes that remind me of Abby’s glare back at me.
“Hi, um, is Abby here by chance?” I ask.
“Oh, you mean my dying daughter that you carelessly knocked up?”
“Ah, yes. That daughter,” I reply, straightening my spine and refusing to let him see me squirm under his harsh sarcasm. “The one you and your wife turned your back on like she’s already dead, underestimating her determination.”
He narrows his eyes at me for several silent seconds. “Maybe so,” he finally concedes. “My daughters are both stubborn as mules, just like their mother.”
“I’m pretty sure our daughter will be, too.”
“Yes, another female.” He sighs heavily. “The Merchant line may never see another male heir.” His eyes roll in what I’m pretty sure is mock exasperation since the corners of his lips inch up a tad.
“I am nothing if not diligent, and wouldn’t give up until Abby has a boy.”
“Watch it,” he says, pointing a finger at me. “The least you can do is make an honest woman out of her. What is it with you Neanderthal fighters who can’t follow a simple tradition? But I guess your name says it all, doesn’t it?”
What the fuck? He wants me to marry her?
“I’m sorry,” I say, still bewildered by the suggestion. “I’m not sure that’s what Abby wants. I mean, she’s never mentioned it…”
“Are you a fool, boy?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning so hard it must hurt his face. “Abby’s wanted a big, fancy church wedding since she could walk. Why do you think she started her own business as a wedding planner?”
“Oh,” I reply, still speechless. I thought Abby turned Linc down when he asked her to marry him… “That’s…I didn’t know…”
“Let’s hope my granddaughter has her mother’s intelligence and not yours.”
“So, is Abby here or not?” I ask again.
“She is,” he huffs. “Up the stairs, third room on the left. If you upset her further, I’ll bash your giant skull in with my golf clubs. Don’t make me do that. It’s a brand new set.”
“Yes, sir,” I respond, stepping around him to go find Abby. The house looks even bigger inside, with more columns, cathedral ceilings, statues and all sorts of other fancy, breakable shit. I take the spiral staircase two steps at a time and look for the third room. The door’s open wide, so I stick my head inside.
Abby shoots straight up, looking tiny in the big, cherry wood, sleigh bed. “What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk,” I tell her. Moving closer, I slip off my shoes and start to climb up on the bed.
“No! I don’t want to hear your bullshit! Get out of my bed!” she exclaims, jerking away. Now I notice how red her eyes are, like she’s been crying, and I hate myself for being the one who hurt her.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her when I’m next to her, sitting back on my knees. “Well, not unless your dad comes after me with his golf clubs. But even then I’ll keep coming back until you talk to me.”
“My dad knows you’re here?” she asks, relaxing a little instead of moving farther away.
“Yeah, he answered the door.”
“Well, I want you to leave.”
“Don’t do this, Abby. You don’t need to be upset. It’s not good for the baby.” I pull out the one thing I know she’ll calm down for.
“It’s your fault for being a gigantic dickwhore!” she exclaims.
If she’s calling me names, then there’s still hope that this is fixable.
“I fired Nikki, okay? I should’ve realized she would cause problems, and I’m sorry that I was so stupid. She was nothing but a slut, always trying to get into my pants. The last few weeks I’ve made sure to stay at the gym when I knew she was coming over, so that she couldn’t even flirt with me. I don’t give a shit about her, and I haven’t touched her since before I went with you to the doctor’s office. Remember?” I ask her. “That was when you were spending probably every night with Luke, and I’m talking one or two times at most with her. You practically threw me out of your life, or else I wouldn’t have been with her after the night at the beach.”
Abby keeps staring down at her hands on her lap, making me want to beg her to look at me. To forgive me. To come back home with me.
“She was wearing a slutty outfit,” she says with a sniffle, making me wince.
“I really hate that you had to see that shit,” I tell her.
“She’s prettier than me, and definitely not pregnant.” Hearing her say something so ridiculous, well, now I know what this is about. Her insecurities.
Reaching for the top of the covers, Abby doesn’t stop me when I peel them back, revealing her silk, lavender colored nightie with thin spaghetti straps that hits just above her knees. I rub my palm over the smooth material covering her belly, following the slope to her pelvis. My cock instantly lengthens in my jeans from that simple touch, so I grab Abby’s hand and place it on my hardening shaft to show her.
“There’s no one sexier than you, especially you pregnant,” I tell her honestly.
Her eyes dart over to the bedroom door before she squeezes my cock through my jeans. “You’re so full of shit,” she tells me. “But you sell it pretty well.”
“I’m telling you the honest to
God truth, mama bear,” I say, leaning down to brush my lips along the side of her neck. She gasps and shivers, and I know I’ve almost got her. Just a little bit more. I move my mouth down her throat and across her shoulder, easing one of the nightie straps to the side to kiss her collarbone.
“Senn,” she warns, but keeps working her hand on my cock. I know I’m getting to her when she starts squirming, inching her shoulders up to her ears.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” is her breathless response.
“Come home with me, so I can take care of you,” I tell her with my lips teasing the shell of her ear and my hand inching up her thigh. “I know you’re tired, but I bet you could handle my tongue in your pussy, couldn’t you? I want you to sit on my face, so I can lick you until your legs shake and you come screaming my name.”
“Yes,” she says with a shiver rocking through her body. I bet her panties would be wet if she was wearing any. My fingers inch up until a fingertip eases through her damp folds.
“So wet for me. It’s been too long, hasn’t it, mama bear?” I ask, and she moans while scooting lower in the bed to get more contact with my fingers. She’s desperate, so horny after going three days without. It’s evil of me to tease her this way.
“Please,” she whispers. “I want you inside me.”
Pressing my thumb to her clit, I penetrate her with two fingers; and then she does all the work, humping my hand until she gets herself off. When I feel her insides start to clinch, I cover her mouth to conceal her moans through her release. Once she relaxes, I pull my fingers out of her and lick her juices off them.
“Mmm,” she moans, rolling to her side to face me. Her eyelids are heavy and her cheeks are red from the flush of arousal. “I need your mouth…and your cock,” she says.
“Not gonna happen here,” I tell her.
“Then take me home.”
“About time,” I mutter, unable to prevent my grin of triumph. I did the impossible. I stepped into the lion’s den, and not only did I survive, but I won the battle. “Did you bring anything with you?”
“Just my phone,” she says, nodding to the bedside table. I grab it and stuff it in my pocket before I sweep Abby up, cradling her in my arms. “I love this nightie by the way,” I tell her on the way down the hall. “I can’t wait to take it off of you with my teeth.”
A throat clearing behind us has my feet pausing when I look over my shoulder. A middle-aged woman with Abby’s long chestnut hair gives me the once over with her hands on her hips. Her face says everything that needs to be said – She doesn’t think I’m good enough for Abby.
“Mrs. Merchant?” I ask.
“Yes,” she scoffs with a wrinkled nose like she smells shit. If she thinks I would be intimidated by her after meeting Mr. Merchant, she’s delusional.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Senn Duncan, Abby’s boyfriend, future husband, and father of her children.”
“Children!” she exclaims at the same time Abby says, “Husband?”
“I would shake your hand, but as you can see, my hands are full,” I say, leaving out the fact that my fingers were just in Abby’s pussy. Although on second thought…that would be hilarious…
“Senn,” Abby warns, putting a finger to my lips to shush me, like she knows what I’m thinking.
“I’m taking Abby home, but you’re welcome to visit her anytime you want,” I tell her sincerely. “Your granddaughter, too.”
That flusters her mother. Her mouth opens and closes, then she straightens her fancy cream colored blouse and skirt. “Just so you know, her father and I do not approve…”
“I can’t say I approve of you both ignoring your daughter for the past few weeks when she’s been facing the toughest fight of her life. There is nothing you can say that we’ve done worse than that.”
Abby kisses my jaw after I say my piece, and softly tells me, “Thank you.”
“No problem,” I reply, carrying her down the steps and out the door to my truck. “Now let’s get you home.”
…
Abby
My eyes never leave Senn on the drive back to his house. I swear that even though he looks the same, this is a different man from the one who knocked me up a few months ago. It’s amazing he turned out to be so damn incredible after suffering through his fucked up childhood. It wasn’t too hard for me to track down an address for his lovely parents once Linc told me their names, Denise and Clyde Duncan. They live in filth, a collection of garbage, cigarette smoke and empty alcoholic beverage containers. I told them they were pieces of shit, and then I gave them money, so they would stop asking Senn for it. I hoped they would come visit him just for the hell of it, but no such luck. Assholes. They don’t deserve him. So ironic that some people who never want children have plenty, while there are ones who want to be parents so badly they would give anything for the chance, but never have the opportunity. An opportunity that his parents carelessly wasted.
I can’t help but wonder if Senn’s parents ever told him they loved him, or acted like they cared about him. My heart hurts because I’m pretty sure I know the answer.
“I love you,” I tell him in the silence.
When we pull up to a stoplight, he glances over at me with a grin on his face. “I love you, too.” He shakes his head and chuckles. “You have no idea how crazy you make me when you’re mad at me. I never want to fight with you again.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” I agree.
“When things aren’t right between us, I swear it feels like the end of the world. It’s brutal.”
“Yeah, so let’s try not to put each other through that.”
“Deal,” he says, reaching over to squeeze my hand when the light changes. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I reply, knowing that he’s worried about me, but at the same time he’s wondering if I feel up to rolling around naked with him. He’s a man. A considerate man, but also a man with needs that I want to take care of for as long as I physically can. There’s no amount of fatigue that will prevent me from needing to be intimate with him. Whether or not my body has the energy to participate or not is a totally different story. But today, well, today I’m able to pleasure him, and after what he promised to do to me, sounding so naughty and delicious that I was ready to come from just his words, the least I can do is return the favor.
Without warning him, I move to the center seat and buckle up again because I’m pregnant and safety comes first. Then I reach for his zipper and work it down.
“Abby, what are you doing?”
“Giving you road head,” I tell him as I pull out his cock. Holding him tightly around the base, I lean over to take him into my mouth.
“Ah, fuck that’s…fuck, Abby.” He groans when I suck him harder, making his cock swell and the truck slow down to a crawl. Actually, I think we stopped moving altogether. After the gearshift is shoved into park, Senn lifts his hips and throws his head back against the seat. “Fuck yes, that’s so good.” His left hand curls around my head and his right reaches over to squeeze my bare ass that’s in the air. He gasps like a drowning man before he starts chanting, “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck” with each upward thrust of his hips. I suck as much of him as I can while jerking him off. “God. Fucking. Damn. I’m coming. I’m coming so hard. Argh!” he growls nonsense while his warm release pulses down my throat. His hips roll slowly a few more times, and his breath comes out in gasping pants.
“My God, woman. Are you trying to kill us?” he asks when I pull back to wipe my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I say when I sit back on my knees. “I wanted to suck your cock and couldn’t wait until we got home.”
Still breathing hard, he glances over at me, licking his lips as his eyes roam over the front of my thin nightie.
“Lie back,” he orders, his voice deep and authoritative. I want to do as he commands, so I undo my seatbelt and sit back against the door with my knees in the air. “Spread your legs
and lift your gown. I can’t wait until we get home, either.”
The warmth of desire spreads through my lower body, and I’m so turned on he can probably see the arousal leaking out of me when I do as he says. I even do him one better. I pull the nightie over my head and toss it to him. He’s so fast I don’t even see him move before his mouth starts to devour me. His hot, wet tongue laps at my center and I see starbursts in my darkened vision.
“Mmm,” I moan, fisting two handfuls of his long hair to hold him still while I grind my pussy shamelessly on his face. “Yes!” I scream in praise to let him know that his rapidly flicking tongue is hitting the perfect spot over and over again. “Yes! Ah, yes! Yesss!” My back arches and my hips bounce frantically when I come so hard that I almost pass out.
“You okay, mama bear?” Senn asks while I’m still recovering, slumped against the door.
“Uh-huh.”
His lips and palms move up to my belly, trailing kisses all over it while I learn to breathe again. I’m almost back to normal when Senn pulls my hips lower in the seat. Blinking my eyes open, I find him hovering above me. When he strokes his cock through all the wetness he just created I can’t help but squirm, wanting more.
“Need you now,” he says while sinking deep inside me. When he’s fully sheathed, he starts sucking on one of my nipples. I’m so sensitive that it doesn’t take long for another orgasm to roll through me. Sliding myself up and down his cock, I fuck him from the bottom, pulsing around him as he holds still and lets the pleasure rock through me. I’m not sure how much longer Senn lasts because it feels like I float away for a few minutes.
“Abby? Abby!” Senn shouts my name and shakes my shoulders until I blink up at him.
“I’m okay,” I assure him. “Just resting after some crazy good orgasms.”
“You sure?” he asks, his forehead scrunched like a Shar Pei, making me giggle. I’m obviously high on endorphins. Senn finally relaxes above me, leaning down to kiss me after he blows out a breath. “Thank God.”