by Rye Hart
His wish was my command. I sat up again, taking his cock more firmly in my hand and again guided it to my opening. I locked eyes with him as I slipped the head of his cock between my lips and then slid down the length of him. Because I was so wet, he slid in easily, stretching me open and filling me up in a matter of seconds.
I groaned as he gripped my ass tightly, holding me in place. I rocked back and forth on top of him, relishing the sensation of having his long, thick cock against my walls, my clit rubbing against his pelvic bone.
The sensation was so amazing, I was having trouble concentrating or keeping a steady rhythm. It wasn't long before my body was moving faster, and I was bouncing up and down on top of him, giving him everything I had. I slammed myself down on his stiff member, impaling myself over and over wildly. He moved with me, meeting my movements and guided me with his hands.
I traced my fingers along the scars on his chest, circling the tattoos that mingled in with them. I leaned forward and planted my hands against his chest, bracing myself as I pounded against him. My breathing was ragged and sweat dripped from my brow as I continued fucking him hard and fast.
I fell all the way forward, my hands on either side of his face, and our mouths met. Declan's tongue filled my mouth, raking along my teeth and the inside of my lips as our bodies moved together in blissful unison. His hands moved upward, groping my ass, then he trailed his fingers up my spine, moving them upward until they were tangled in my hair. Once he had a good, firm grip on my hair, he pulled me closer, kissed me harder.
My moans were growing louder and harder to control, as were my movements. I was on the brink and I could tell that he was too. His breath was growing more and more ragged, and he was grunting, thrusting himself into me hard and fast. He pulled on my hair, lifting my lips from his.
“I'm going to come,” he groaned.
“Me too,” I whimpered.
“I shouldn't come inside you again,” he muttered, but it was too late.
My orgasm rushed over me, my body tensing up, and I pressed my hips down, pinning him beneath me as I bucked and thrashed wildly. Declan's nails dug into my flesh and his body stiffened beneath me as I cried out, and I knew it was too late for him to pull out. He came right along with me, an animalistic groan escaping his lips as he blew his load deep within me.
When my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on top of him, my legs quivering from the intensity of my climax. His heart was beating hard and fast in his chest, and he stared up at the ceiling, a look of absolute bliss painting his features. Slowly, he seemed to come back to himself and he pushed the hair away from my face, then kissed me gently. I was almost afraid he'd be mad at me for not stopping, for not giving him the chance to pull out, but I couldn't stop it. It had been too late for us, either way.
He was probably right. I knew we probably shouldn't be having sex without some sort of protection – something that hadn't even occurred to me. I was just so caught up in the moment that I didn't stop to think.
I slid off him, curling up at his side and he pulled me in close.
“I'm sorry – ”
“Shh,” he said, kissing me silent. “Not your fault. We'll just have to be more careful in the future.”
In the future. I didn't know if he'd intended to say it, but he'd said there would be a future for us. The thought of it filled me with warmth, made my heart swell, and brought a smile to my lips. Of course, having a future together also meant, we'd be having even more sex. The thought made my pussy quiver, but the thought of a future spent with Declan filled me with a warmth I'd never experienced with another person before. I stared deep into his eyes and smiled.
“We'll be careful, yes,” I said. “In the future.”
“Good. Because I really don't need any more surprise babies,” he teased, kissing the tip of my nose.
Oh, if only we'd been more careful from the start.
~ooo000ooo~
A couple weeks had passed, and we were still on the run. We were staying in another shitty motel in yet another small, shitty town. This one wasn't too far from the first, but the names of these podunk little towns were all starting to blend together.
Irrationally, I'd hoped that when we ran, we'd end up in someplace like California. But, we hadn't actually gone all that far – mainly because we were running out of money. Declan tried to work odd jobs here and there while I watched the baby, but we still didn't have enough money to go very far.
We were still stuck somewhere in Missouri. Some God forsaken, Midwestern town, not far enough from Chicago to feel completely safe from Killian's grasp. But, so far, we'd been lucky. We hadn't seen hide nor hair of Killian or any of his goons. While I felt somewhat safe, I didn't want to jinx us by declaring the crisis over. We still had to be smart, vigilant. At least, until we got out of the Midwest.
Most of the money Declan made doing the odd jobs when he could find them, went to Jack. That's just the way it was. We tried to switch things up now and then, but without gas money, we stayed pretty close by.
Today, he was working at a local mechanic's shop. A twelve-hour shift that would net him a couple hundred bucks. Not enough to get far away, but enough to eat on for a few days. That was something, at least. I'd been told to stay inside, with Jack. To not leave for any reason whatsoever. That was most days for me, and frankly, I was growing impatient. I was tired of being locked up and getting a case of cabin fever. I loved the little guy, but I needed some fresh air. I needed something besides the four walls of the hotel room to stare at. I was going a little stir crazy cooped up all day, every day.
After flipping through the shitty cable lineup, I turned off the TV. Jack was lying beside me on the bed, content to be staring at his fingers. As cute as he was, I needed some sunshine.
“Let's go on a walk, little man,” I said. “Just a little one.”
In the back of my mind, there was another reason for me wanting to venture out without Declan. My period was late – like a week late. While we'd made sure to use condoms after the first two times we'd had sex, we hadn't been careful at first.
Because I was normally so regular, the fear of being late was gnawing away at me in the back of my mind. As were the words he'd said – specifically, about not needing another surprise baby. He was right about that. Jack was a handful on his own as it was. We really didn't need two kids to lug around and try to hide in this new life on the run. Who knew when it would be safe again for us to settle down in just one place? Who knew if it ever would be?
A baby was the last thing we needed, I knew that. I also knew, if given the choice, Declan wouldn't want to keep it. While I, on the other hand, wouldn't dream of having an abortion. I was raised Catholic, but even though my religion had lapsed, I stared down at Jack and knew that if I carried a child inside of me, I'd love it from the moment I found out it was growing in my belly. I told myself that maybe my period was late because of all the stress we'd been under. It happened a lot. Stress, yes, that had to be it. Still, it was better safe than sorry, and since there was a Walgreens down the street, I figured I should probably run down and pick something up. Might as well find out for sure, then I could make a decision about what to do. If nothing else, it would put my mind at ease.
Or give me a whole new set of worries to carry.
But I needed to know because this limbo I was stuck in was driving me absolutely bananas. I grabbed the hotel key card and carried Jack in my arms, making sure no one was outside the room before I left. The coast was clear, so I stepped into the hallway and walked down toward the elevator. A nearby door opened up and I held my breath, my heart thumping hard in my breast. An elderly woman stepped out of the room, smiling at me.
“Oh, look at that little cutie,” she said, a strong Southern accent ringing through her words. “What's his name?”
“Jack,” I mumbled.
“What a darling little boy,” she said. “He's just precious.”
I didn't think it was very likely she was related to Killian,
so I let my guard down a little bit. She seemed like a sweet old lady. Completely non-threatening. She was headed to the elevator too, and she made small talk, asking me about my “son.” I just went with it.
“We're On our way to California,” the woman said once inside the elevator. “Thought a road trip would be fun. Boy, were we wrong. I already told Walter that he can drive home, I'll buy myself a plane ticket instead.”
I laughed along with her, feeling more at ease and normal than I had in weeks. Still, I had to keep an eye out. I couldn't let my guard down completely. When the elevator doors opened, I let her step out first and followed close behind, hiding behind her as best I could until I was able to see the lobby was empty except for a couple of employees who were milling about.
I hurried to the exit and stepped outside, keeping my head down as I walked through the parking lot. I held Jack close to me and walked swiftly down the street. I saw the familiar Walgreens emblem in the distance and headed straight for it, feeling a rush of relief the moment I stepped into the store. Safe. Completely unnoticed and unmolested.
“Good morning,” a young kid said cheerily from behind the counter.
Hearing his voice nearly caused me to jump out of my skin. My heart beating hard again, I spun around and realized he was just an employee standing there looking at me like I'd lost my damn mind. I cleared my throat and smiled politely.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Anything I can help you find, miss?”
I scanned the signage above the aisles, feeling like my head was spinning. Also feeling like an idiot for nearly having a seizure when he'd greeted me. All I wanted was to get what I needed and get the hell out of there.
“Uhh yeah, pregnancy tests?” I asked, pitching my voice low. “What aisle would they be in?”
“Aisle twelve,” he said. “Would you like me to show you?”
He was a young boy, couldn't be older than seventeen. I had no desire to stand in the pregnancy test aisle with him helping me. He's the last person who should know about such things. “No thank you. I can find it. I appreciate your help though,” I muttered, heading toward aisle twelve.
I walked through the store and then turned down the aisle, finding it empty. Thank God. I adjusted Jack in my arms as I scanned the different products. Finally, I found a row of pregnancy tests and grabbed the cheapest one. Then, just in case, I grabbed another before hustling back to the counter. I moved about the store freely, not seeing any shady figures lurking behind the potato chip displays. There was nobody casting sidelong looks at me from the toothbrush aisle. I didn't feel a looming threat at all. It all seemed so easy, that my paranoia faded. I was no longer looking over my shoulder for someone following us. It actually felt nice to be freed of that burden.
When I got to the counter, the kid who'd greeted me called me over to his register. As he rang me up, he made a little bit of small talk. I guessed it had to be a lonely job at times – especially when there were no customers buzzing in and out of the store.
“How old's your son?” he asked.
“Uhh, about three months now,” I said.
It was then that I realized I didn't have any cash on me. Declan kept all the money, mainly because I didn't need any since I never left the room. I had my wallet on me, and I knew I still had a few dollars in my checking account – probably just enough to cover the cost of the tests – so I pulled out my debit card.
“Hoping to give the little guy a sibling, huh?” he remarked as he rang up the pregnancy tests.
When he saw that I wasn't smiling nor happy about the idea of having a second baby, a sheepish look spread across his face and color flared in his cheeks.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” he said. “I should probably learn to keep my mouth shut.”
“It's okay,” I muttered. “You didn't know. Not your fault.”
He put them in a bag for me and slid it across the counter. I swiped my card, took the receipt the kid handed me, and we were out the door as quickly as possible.
As we stepped into the afternoon sunshine, I glanced around the parking lot of the store, saw that it was mostly empty, except for few older women and an elderly couple, so I booked it across. I hustled down the sidewalk as quickly as I could, and I didn't stop until I got to the hotel room, suddenly feeling the need to just get back inside. As much as I'd wanted to see the sun and breathe a little fresh air, now I just wanted the results of the test – and hide away from the awkwardness of that whole encounter with the cashier.
The test was the priority though. I needed to know. Then I could make a decision about what we were going to do. I put Jack down for a nap, and then went into the bathroom. I tore open the packaging, pulled out the little booklet and read the directions several times over before attempting the test. The wait to get the results was excruciating. It was the longest few minutes of my entire life.
I paced the small bathroom, my arms folded over my chest, my stomach hurting from the ungodly amount of stress that was pressing down on me. I prayed to whoever was listening that the test turn out to be negative. Sure, I wanted kids – someday. But certainly not now. Not while we were on the run from the Irish mafia. Not with a man who wasn't even sure he wanted the kid he already had. He was a good father to Jack, but I could see that he worried so much.
I knew he felt unworthy and not up to the job. Felt like he was going to do Jack a disservice by trying to raise him. I knew Declan felt like he'd get a better shake in life if he had a better father. A better role model for him to pattern himself after.
I was starting to care about Declan – I didn't want to cause him any more problems than I already had. Because of me, he was struggling to even support himself and his kid. He lost everything when he upped and left Chicago, left his family behind – all because of me. If I were pregnant, well, he'd have even more to worry about heaped onto his plate and I couldn't imagine him handling it all that well.
After enough time had passed, my stomach roiling with nerves, I picked up the stick and stared at it. I looked at the directions again, trying to decipher if I wanted one line or two. It was hard to make out. As I stared at it, the image became clear, and it obviously didn't matter to the gods what I wanted. I leaned against the wall, crumpling against it and sliding down until I was sitting on the floor, pregnancy test in my hand.
It was positive.
I was pregnant.
~ooo000ooo~
I didn't know how long I'd been sitting there. Hours maybe. But, I'd stayed there, in the room, sitting on the bed with my knees drawn up and pressed to my chest and my arms wrapped around them. My head rested on my knees and I tried to stave off the dark, ominous feelings that washed over me, threatened to pull me under.
I waited for Declan to come home, knowing that we'd need to talk. That we'd need to figure out what we were going to do. I happened to glance at the clock, saw that it was almost time for him to be getting back, when there was a knock on the door. My stomach lurched, and I fought back a wave of nausea as I thought about the conversation we were about to have.
“Lose your key again, baby?” I chuckled, trying to sound like everything was normal.
I climbed off the bed and walked over to the door. Without even thinking, I turned the deadbolt then turned the knob. The door was already partially open when I realized my mistake.
I stared into a pair of deep blue eyes. But, it wasn't Declan staring back at me.
It was Rory.
I tried to slam the door in his face, but he was stronger than me and caught it before I could get it closed. He slammed his shoulder into it, knocking me backward hard. I stumbled backward, landing on my butt on the floor as the door flew inward, crashing against the wall behind it. I quickly jumped to my feet, but he pushed me down to the floor again, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Surprised to see me?” he asked, a creepy little smirk on his face.
Rory looked me up and down, appraising me. He licked his lips and I could see the naked desire
in his eyes. If he'd had his way, he probably would have torn my clothes off and fucked me right there – right before he killed me. Thankfully, I knew it wasn't his decision to make and I didn't think Killian would let him do that to me.
I slowly got to my feet again, and this time, Rory let me. He took a few steps forward and I retreated until I felt my back bump up against the wall behind me. I swallowed hard, my body quivering with fear.
“How'd you find me?” I asked, pressed up against the wall.
I was hoping to keep him talking, to hopefully delay things until Declan got home. Or, at the very least, I hoped that maybe someone would walk by, see what was happening – see how terrified I was – and call for help. Anything. I was praying for a miracle or anything at that point.
Jack was asleep in his crib still, and from where we were standing, Rory couldn't see him. The bed blocked him from view. Please let him stay asleep, I thought to myself. If I had to be taken, at least leave the baby. Leave him for Declan. Maybe Declan would figure out what happened and just take off with his son and find a new life. That was my hope.
“Easy. We've been tracking your debit card purchases,” he said. “Lucky for us, you used your card today. Not so lucky for you, I guess.”
That's when I noticed the gun in his hand. It was a small, almost invisible weapon pressed between his jacket and his body, but now that I'd seen it, I couldn't take my eyes off it. It wasn't large, but I was certain it would still make a pretty big hole in me. I couldn’t believe I’d been so stupid.
“Come with me, and you won't get hurt,” he said. “Killian wants you in one piece, but if you make this difficult for me, I'll have no choice but to do something you won't like. Though, truth be told, I'm kind of hoping you put up a little bit of a fight. That shit turns me on like you wouldn't believe.”
I was on the verge of delivering a scathing reply when Jack whimpered softly. Rory stopped moving, looking around the room with wild, frightened eyes.