by Harper Sloan
“Don’t,” I told her firmly, bending forward to kiss her.
I pulled out just an inch before sliding back in. I moved my hands, spreading her legs wide with each thrust. I pulled out until just the tip was inside her and slid home in a hard thrust. Then I slid out and started a slow pace while kissing her. My fingers pinched her nipples then traveled down, pressing against her clit. Her hands were going crazy. Her nails were digging into my skin. I knew she was going to come when she got wetter and hotter, her pussy pulling deeper.
“Please don’t stop,” she moaned. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to. It was too much.
“Come with me, baby.” I fisted her hair with one hand, my other going down her body and pinching her nipples before going farther and circling her clit. I felt her tighten just as I started to come. I caught her whimper with my mouth as I groaned. My hips bucked before my strokes slowed. I wasn’t lying—I could have stayed inside her forever. “I get this for a lifetime,” I whispered into the skin below her ear.
She tightened her arms and legs around me. “Love you, babe,” she whispered against my shoulder.
I rolled to the side, taking her with me. “Love you, baby,” I said against her hair. Her body cuddled deeper into me before she relaxed completely. I laughed when November’s stomach growled loudly. “Sounds like both my babies are hungry.”
“Yeah,” she mumbles.
I rolled her to her back and hovered over her, watching my hand travel down her throat and between her breasts before palming one. “I'm excited for these to get bigger.” I smiled at her small laugh. Then my hand traveled on its own down her body to rest on her stomach. “I'm going to be a dad.” I shook my head in disbelief. I ran my hand over her stomach in amazement. Then I slide down the bed, getting closer to her stomach so I could kiss it.
When our eyes met, I could see everything I felt for her reflected back at me. I started to say some shit that would make me look like a total pussy when her stomach growled again and the moment was broken.
“All right. Daddy’s going to feed you,” I said to her stomach.
We got out of bed and I pulled on a pair of baggy sweats. Then I turned around and smiled when I saw that November was looking at me like she was hungry for a lot more than food.
“I'm going to waddle and you’re going to walk around looking like that?” Her hands did a whole body sweep.
“You’re carrying the life we made together inside of you. Your body growing to take care of our child is amazing. I can’t wait to see you with a big belly,” I told her. I was hard just think about her with a round stomach.
“I love you,” She blurted “I mean, you already know that, but I'm glad that you’re happy about this.”
“Happy is not the word I would use to describe how I feel, baby,” I told her softly
“I know,” she whispered. “This is bliss.”
“Yeah,” I said, cutting the distance between us. “This is bliss.” I framed her face, kissing her nose then her lips.
Until November
Girl #4
“This better be a boy,” Asher says, pacing back and forth in front of me.
I want to laugh, but after what happened the last time we were here, I know better. I had never seen a grown man go into shock before and never want to see it again.
“Will you please sit down? And don’t yell at the doctor when he’s checking me this time,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes.
“I don’t know why he needs to look at you down there,” he says, running his hand over his face. “Can’t he just tell me what he’s looking for and let me look?”
“Oh god, you can’t be serious!” I cry, lying down on the table, covering my face. “I’m going to stop telling you about these appointments.”
“You wouldn’t even have this appointment if it weren’t’ for me,” he says, and I pull my hands away from my face and narrow my eyes at him.
“I would have made an appointment. I have been through this three times already,” I remind him. Just as I’m getting ready to find something to throw at his big fat head, the door opens and Dr. Philip comes in.
“November,” the doctor smiles before looking at Asher and glaring. “Asher, the nurse didn’t say you were in here.”
“He promised to be on his best behavior,” I tell the doctor with a smile.
“I didn’t,” Asher mumbles, and I glare at him.
“So today all we’re doing is checking to see if we can find out what you’re having. Is that right?” Dr. Philip asks, looking at his paperwork.
“That is right.” I smile and look at Asher, who has come to stand next to me.
“All right. Well, let’s see what we can find out,” Dr. Phillip says.
I have been through this so many times that I automatically lie back on the table and lift my shirt up over my small bump. Dr. Philip goes about applying the jelly to my belly and turning on the machine. The sound of a loud heartbeat fills the room, and I look at Asher, who has the look on his face that he always gets when he is with our kids—the look of love. I love that look on him. When I look back at the screen and Dr. Philip, I see that he has gone white and swallows hard.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, getting worried.
“Maybe it’s too early to tell,” he says, pulling the device off my belly.
“To early to tell what?” I ask
“What’s wrong?” Asher growls this time.
“What?” the doctor asks, taking a step back. “Oh god, it’s nothing bad. I just mean maybe it’s to early to know for sure what the sex is.”
“What did you see?” I grab a towel from next to me and wipe my belly before sitting up.
“Nothing. I saw nothing,” he says, looking at Asher again.
“It’s a girl.” I smile and cover my mouth when a laugh escapes.
“Nothing is certain,” Dr. Phillip says.
“Fuck me. Another girl,” Asher says, sitting down hard in one of the chairs. “I thought for sure this time we’d made a boy.
“Sorry, honey, but no boys for you.” I laugh, jumping off the table. I walk to my man, bend over, and kiss him until were both breathing heavily.
“She’s healthy, right?” I ask the doctor, looking over my shoulder.
“Perfectly.” He smiles warmly before moving to leave the room.
“Love you, babe,” Asher says, rubbing my tummy. “You sure we can’t try once more?” he asks, looking at my bump. We agreed that this was going to be our last, but the look on his face makes me want to give him whatever he wants.
“That would be five,” I say, scrunching up my nose.
He smiles. “I could handle that.”
“All right. One more after this.” I smile back.
Bonus Until Trevor…..
Trevor
“You’re really fucking tight!” I say, sliding through her wetness, feeling her wrap tightly around one finger. “How long has it been?” I ask her while biting down on her earlobe. Damn, I love the sound she makes.
“Never,” she whimpers, raising her hips up to meet my hand.
Jolting awake, I look at the time and see that it’s just after two in the morning. “This shit is getting ridiculous,” I say, scrubbing my hands down my face. Ever since the night that I had my hand down Liz’s pants, this shit has been plaguing me.
The second the word “never” came out of her gorgeous mouth, everything stopped. I couldn’t fuck a virgin. Especially one that was as sweet as Liz.
“You’re awake?” Anna or Amber, maybe its Angie, says from the other side of the bed.
“Yeah, time for you to go, sugar,” I say, sitting up and wondering why the fuck I keep doing this to myself.
Fucking these other women is like walking with a bottle of saltwater through a desert. You know it might look the same but it still won’t fulfill the need you have.
“Can’t I stay?” she whines, running her fingers down my back.
“Nope,” I say standing an
d pulling up a pair of grey AE sweats.
“So you’re just going to kick me out?”
“Nope, I'm telling you it’s time for you to go. Kicking you out would be bad manners.”
“When can we meet up again?” she asks, putting on her tight blue dress. The way it resists, I’m wondering how the hell she slipped out of it so damn fast last night.
“I’ll call you. Just leave your number,” I say walking into the bathroom. I know that by the time I get out, she will be nothing but a memory.
“Yo, T!” Cash says, sliding in the booth across from me. I smirk. He uses that word at least a hundred times a day. “What are you doing here?”
I raise an eyebrow and shove another piece of French toast into my mouth, answering without speaking.
“You’re going to Mom and Dads’ this weekend, right? Asher is finally lifting the ban on access to July so Mom’s having a big party,” he says, looking excited.
“Does he know that Mom’s having a party?” I ask, thinking that if he doesn’t know anything about this, he’s going to flip the fuck out. Yep, I’ve only seen my niece twice and only held her once after November forced Asher to give her over.
Cash shrugs, looking over my shoulder. “Yo,” he calls, waving his hand. I see Liz standing near the front door, her long, blonde hair is over one shoulder in some kind of messy braid and her strapless summer dress is fitted around her perfect breasts reaching the floor. She waves. Her cheeks turn a pretty pink then I see red when some guy pulls her in for a hug.
“And who the fuck is that?” I growl, knowing that my brothers are used to my Liz issues.
Cash shrugs again. “Don’t know,” he mumbles, watching them. “Yo, Liz, come here for a second,” he calls her over. The guy she’s with walks to a different booth and sits facing us.
“Hi, guys,” she says, her voice as soft as the curves of her body. Since I know exactly what she feels like and smells like, it fucks with my head.
“You’re going to Mom and Dads’ for the party this weekend?” Cash asks.
She looks at me, her face closing off before she answers. “I'm umm not sure.”
“Who’s the guy?” I ask. She looks startled by the question for a second.
“Just a friend,” she says, wringing her hands together.
“What’s his name?” I ask, looking over at the guy who has his eyes pointed right at her ass. He’s younger than me by a few years. His dark blond hair is a mess and he looks like a fucking bank teller in his cheap ass suit.
“Bill,” she says, looking at Cash. “I'm going to go now. I might see you guys this weekend I’ll, umm, let your mom know.” She turns and walks towards cheap ass suit Bill who’s watching each step she takes. I have to hold myself back from going over and smashing his face into the top of the wood table.
“When are you going to stop fucking around?” Cash asks.
“She’s fucking innocent, man,” I mumble, shoving my plate away.
“So what? Because she’s not a fucking slut bag like the bitches you normally fuck, you aren’t interested?” he asks. Deep down I know he’s right. She was mine from the first time I laid eyes on her at my parents’ house. She was sitting outside, laughing with my mom. Right then and there, I knew that she was mine. Then we became somewhat friends, one thing led to another the night my niece was born. I finally had her under me and she rocked my world with the news that she was a virgin. Ever since that day, I’ve tried to avoid her.
“Gotta go,” I say, getting up I throw some money on the table. I look at Liz one last time. Great! The guy reaches across to put her hair behind her ear. It makes my blood boil and I know I need to get over it or step up to the plate. Either way, I need to make a move.
The guy looks over in my direction, his chin lifts in warning. “Game on, motherfucker,” I say, heading out the door.
Liz
I get to the front door of the club and shove it open. My stomach is full of butterflies. In all the time I lived here, I’ve never been inside this club. I never thought I would even visit, let alone come seeking employment here. The inside was dark with the only light coming from the bar.
“Can I help you?” a very pretty older lady asks. She was standing behind the bar, wiping out a glass.
“I, um, need to see Mike,” I say, taking another small step inside.
“Sure, honey, come with me,” she says walking me down a long hall where she opens the last door.
“Shannon, give me a minute,” Mike says without looking up from his computer. “November added some new program on this damn thing and now I can’t find my e-mail,” he grumbles and I smile. I walk around the desk, take the mouse from him, and click on the e-mail icon. He chuckles.
“Hey, darlin’, how are you?” he asks in the fatherly tone that I’ve come to love. Mike and my dad were best friends until my dad passed away ten years ago. After his passing, Mike helped my mom out with me and my brother whenever she needed a hand. I used to pray that Mike and my mom would get married but they were never anything more than friends.
“Could be better,” I say feeling the tears start to climb up my throat again.
“What’s wrong?” Mike asks, standing from the desk and pulling me over to the couch.
“Well, I need a job.”
“Okay,” he says and I can tell he doesn’t know what to think. “What’s going on with the store?”
I can no longer control the tears.
“Tim stole all our money and I can’t tell my mom,” I cry, doing a face plant into his chest. I don’t know what happened to the brother that I used to know, the one who would come home at night to check on me after our father passed away. We used to be close but then he moved away to school and everything changed. When I graduated from high school, I worked at a local factory for eight years before it closed down due to the economy.
Every week when I got paid, I would put money away for savings. I have always loved to shop and there were never any stores in town that carried anything I would buy so I made a plan, saved my money, and finally my dreams were realized and “Temptations” was opened.
I sat up and looked over Mike’s shoulder. “Three months ago, when Tim came to visit, he asked to help me out in the store. I had been working so many hours and was exhausted so I agreed. I didn’t know that the real reason he wanted to help was so that he could rob me blind. Now he’s gone and so is all of the store’s money and mine. I can’t tell my mom what happened, and she’s getting married in a few weeks and doesn’t need the added stress from this situation.
“I have a private investigator looking into finding Tim and the twenty-three thousand dollars he stole but who knows how long that could take. I’ve already lost my apartment and had to put everything I own in storage while I stay in the back room of the store. I thought I was doing okay until I got a notice two days ago saying that I was late paying the rent for the store. I can’t afford to lose my dream,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying.
“Shhhhh, darlin’, its okay. Everything will be alright. November is not using her apartment anymore so you can stay there, and I can give you the money.”
I shake my head back and forth. “I can’t take your money. It wouldn’t feel right.”
“I can’t have you work for me, Liz,” he says as he places his right hand on my cheek. I feel bad pulling out the big guns but I know I need money and I can’t take it without earning it.
“Can you recommend another club?” I ask, pulling out my cell phone and looking like I'm going to take down whatever phone number he gives me.
“You’re not going to work at another club,” he says, running his hands down his face. “Jesus, I don’t know what the fuck I'm thinking doing this shit.” When his eyes come back to me, I can tell that he’s really torn. “Look, you can serve drinks but you can’t work on stage.”
“Okay,” I agree immediately. I never wanted to work on stage. I would if I had to, but the idea of taking off my clothes and trying to appe
ar sexy just seemed like a lot of work.
“What’s Trevor going to say about this?” Mike asks and I turn away. Trevor liked to scare away any man who showed the least bit of interest in me. I was pretty sure that I was halfway in love with him already but I knew for a fact those feelings were not mutual.
For a while, I thought of him as one of my best friends until the day July was born. We ended up at his house, celebrating over a bottle of vodka. Things ended up getting hot and heavy. He had his hand down my pants and I was so caught up in the moment that when he asked me how long it had been, I told him never. I didn’t mean that I never had sex. I meant that I had never felt that kind of fire like my whole body was lit from the inside out.
As soon as I said the word ‘never,’ he stopped immediately. I tried to tell him that I didn’t mean it like that but he completely ignored me. He handed me my shirt from the floor, and left the room. He’s been avoiding me ever since. That’s been a good thing because I’ve never been more humiliated in my life.
“Trevor has no say in what I do. We don’t even talk anymore,” I say, hearing the sadness in my own voice.
“Yeah, alright,” Mike says, running his hand through his hair. “You can start tomorrow. Just ask Shannon to get you a uniform.”
“Thanks a lot,” I say quietly, looking at the hands in my lap.
“Don’t thank me yet, honey.”
“This means a lot to me. I know this isn’t easy for you.”
“Okay, darlin’.” He sighs, pulling me in for another hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Your shift starts at nine but come around eight. I’ll have one of the girls show you where everything is and what you need to do.”
He stands, taking a set of keys out of his pocket. “These are for the apartment. You can get in through the basement door that’s around the back of the house. Just let yourself in. Tomorrow, I’ll help you get your stuff from storage and get you moved in.”
I swallowed hard, trying to control the emotions that are running rampant inside me. “Everything is going to be okay, Liz,” Mike says again, pulling me in for another hug. “Now go get your uniform and I’ll see you tomorrow.”