Together: A Surprise Pregnancy Romance

by Jennifer Van Wyk

  I know it.

  There’s no use hiding the teddy bear holding a bright red heart I have tattooed on my right butt cheek. Fucking tequila. Fucking spring break in Miami. Never. Again.

  I spin around but that’s not ideal at all because then I’m facing her with my dick swinging around and we may have had sex last night, but I don’t remember it and it’s not like I really want to be strutting my stuff in front of her just yet. I quickly try to cover myself, but it’s pointless.

  The. Damage. Is. Done.

  Her laughter might be amazing to hear, especially since last night she went on a bender to forget her dickhole of an ex who couldn’t get over himself enough to give her a freaking orgasm, but it’s not so awesome when it’s at my expense.

  Still…

  “You laughing at me, Ashley?” I ask, taking a step back toward her.

  Her head is turned toward the mattress now, her hand cupping her mouth to try to stifle some of the laughter that’s bubbling out of her, her shoulders shaking, her hair a ratty mess all over the place. It deserves repeating that she’s adorable and it might be risky to do what I’m about to do, but screw it.

  She shakes her head but, well, she’s laughing so it’s not really all that believable.

  “You sure about that?”

  A loud noise emits from her and I’m pretty sure that slobber and snot did as well, but she doesn’t even flinch. She throws herself back onto the mattress once again and doesn’t even hide her laughter.

  The best part?

  While she flung herself backward, the sheet fell and now as she laughs, her boobs are on full display shaking and shimmying.

  Here’s the deal.

  I’m a grown up. Thirty-five years old, in fact. It’s not like I’m some fifteen-year-old seeing my first pair of breasts before. However, it still gets me excited. I’m a boob guy. Can’t help it. And Ashley just so happens to have a fantastic pair of full breasts. Not too large. Not too small. Just right. Perfect, in fact.

  Watching her breasts move around does something to me I’m incapable of hiding presently because, well, I’m naked. And brushed teeth or not, I’m going in.

  I jump onto the bed and straddle her, bending over and taking one of her nipples right into my mouth. Her laughter stops abruptly and she moans, threading her fingers through my hair.

  “Nik,” she whispers. It’s not a warning. It’s not disgust. It is, however, encouraging. She likes it. Scratch that. She freaking loves it.

  I remember this from last night now. She’s sensitive. Her nipples are, anyway. And that’s very fortunate for me because it’s one of my favorite kinds of foreplay. I could spend significant time with breast and nipple play.

  When I flick my tongue over the tip and bite down gently, she arches her back and presses herself into me. “Holy crap, Nik.”

  I know.

  Switching to the other side, I cup the breast I was just playing with and press it against her other. I rub my thumb over the tip and she cries out then shutters through a groan. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and I’m not just saying that. It’s the truth.

  “You like that?” I ask, even though I know the answer. The way she’s squirming and the sounds she’s making tells me everything I want to know. But, I want to hear her say it. Maybe it’s a pride thing.

  “Goodness yes.”

  I grin and kick it up a notch, giving her all I’ve got. My hips decide on their own they want to join the party and start moving and shifting against her.

  Dry humping.

  I’m dry humping the shit out of Ashley and it’s amazing. She winds her legs around my waist, locking them together at her ankles and I raise my head to look down at her. We’re naked so this dry humping isn’t all that dry at all and my dick is actually sliding through her slick folds.

  Dang, this feels good. Too good.

  I can’t stop moving but she doesn’t seem to mind one bit because she’s moving right along with me. I honestly can’t remember the last time I did this with a woman, especially one I apparently already had sex with, but I think I’ve been missing out. I lift my head to look down at her, my arms braced beside her head so I’m hovering above her.

  Cheeks flushed.

  Eyes glazed over.

  Head tipped back so her chin is raised.

  Mouth open as she sucks in air.

  She’s thoroughly enjoying this just like I am.

  “Do I need to stop?” I ask, feeling like I should. It would kill me but I kind of took without asking here and I need to be a gentleman. Give her a chance to stop this before it continues to more.

  “I’ll kill you,” she growls.

  “Thank fuck.”

  “Inside. Get inside me now.”

  “You sure?”

  She nods rapidly and I don’t hesitate. I shift and then with what might have been too much force, I drive into her tight, wet heat and I’m in straight up heaven. I’m so angry that I don’t have a full memory of this last night because it’s never felt this good before and I’m sure it was last night, too.

  We go at each other with all the excitement of college kids on their first spring break beach vacation. I pull her leg up and lay it on my shoulder, driving in deeper and harder. Her other leg is bent and trembling. Trembling. It’s that good that her body is shaking, mine is, too. Our sexual chemistry together is magical. Mind-blowing.

  I have no idea why her ex couldn’t bring her to orgasm, but he must have been a complete dud in the sack because Ashley is a spitfire. She’s wild and eager, and has me so keyed up I feel like I could explode already. But I won’t. I want her to come all around me and I won’t stop until that happens. Maybe it did last night already but that’s a distant memory that I can’t drag up for the life of me so it’s time to make some new ones.

  Maybe Ashley and I just needed to let off some steam with someone new. A way to get over our last failed relationships.

  “So good, Nik.”

  The way she says my name, with the K being emphasized, is so ridiculously sexy. Her tongue presses against the roof of her mouth on the N, too. Might be a little creepy that I’m staring at her mouth so hard that I can pick apart how she says a single syllable name but I can’t help it. Her lips are pulling me in and damn it all I wish we’d brushed our teeth so I could kiss her mouth. I’m desperate for it. Her upper lip is smaller than her bottom and I just want to…

  “I want to kiss you,” I admit.

  “Same. So much. But I know I have skunk ass breath that probably tastes even worse so we’ll have to wait for later.”

  “Promise?”

  She smiles slightly and lowers her leg off my shoulder, lifting her hips and encouraging me to flip us over. Her wish is my command.

  “Promise,” she says when she’s over me.

  Her back is arched and her nipples are hard, her messy hair falling down the slender column of her back. It’s such an erotic sight.

  I lift my hand and grab one of her breasts, squeezing gently but not too gently, pinching her nipple and tugging on it. Ashley grinds down against me, a sheen of sweat beginning to glisten on her chest that makes me want to lick it up. I’ve never felt this way before. Wanting to draw in every part of her so I memorize it for later when I’m jerking off by myself.

  Gripping her hips now, I help her ride me. Our bodies are slapping against each other. Our hips are moving rapidly and we’re both breathing heavily, moaning and groaning and grunting, whispering how good it feels but also shouting curse words.

  Suddenly she looks down at me and nods rapidly.

  “You about to come?”

  “Yeah,” she replies breathlessly.

  Holy crap.

  I feel like a stock car driver gearing up for the Daytona 500. Or maybe some NFL quarterback prepping for the Super Bowl. Like this is real life shit. Ashley is about to have an orgasm and I don’t know if she had one last night or not but this one I’ll remember so I want to make it good.

&nbs
p; Damn. I wish I’d stretched first.

  Now I’m sweating because I’m getting in my own head and I’m nervous. What if it’s not a good orgasm?

  Oh, who am I kidding?

  Aren’t all orgasms good?

  I mean, I can’t remember ever having a bad one so I assume it’s the same way for women, right? That would make sense to me.

  “Right there,” she huffs out. “Ooh. Yes. Yes! Nik, yes!”

  Oh my gosh, she just hollered my name and I can feel her clenching tight around me. I’m about to come right along with her.

  “Oh, God,” she moans. “Yes!”

  “Are you?”

  “Mmm.” Comes her response.

  And then we come together.

  Somewhere I’m pretty sure a flock of birds take flight, fireworks light up the sky, and angels begin singing. I come harder than I’ve ever come before in my life, both of us groaning. Ashley falls, her chest crushing against mine. I wrap her in my arms as we come down from the high.

  “I’m on the pill,” she says out of the blue.

  “Oh, thank fuck,” I mumble when it registers with me why she said it.

  She giggles, causing everything to shift. “Meant to tell you earlier but we were a little caught up.”

  “Should’ve asked. Makes me a dick.”

  “Nah. You knew this last night already. Just thought I’d give you a reminder in case you were wondering after what we just did.”

  “Don’t remember that.”

  “That’s about all I do remember. That and I think I called you a sex God or something after I had an orgasm. I’m pretty sure I didn’t cry, but there’s no guarantee on that.”

  “I gave you one last night, too? I am a sex God!”

  She lifts off me, careful for spillage and gently shoves my shoulder. “So fucking full of yourself,” she jokes while making her way to my bathroom, closing the door gently behind her.

  I lie back, happy for the first time in a long time. How did I miss the fact that when I was with Stacia I wasn’t happy? How was that not a huge red flag? Funny thing is, though, I’m pretty sure I did think I was happy if I wanted to marry her.

  I hear the toilet flush then the water turn on, the sound of her washing her hands for a bit then the water shuts off.

  “Top left drawer is a new toothbrush!” I holler.

  “Oh, thank goodness. I was about to snoop!” she hollers back.

  I grin and settle into the mattress while she brushes her teeth. I would have been okay with her digging through my drawers but figured this would take the stress out of it for both of us.

  When she walks out, she looks fresh-faced and she smiles wide, showing me her clean teeth.

  “Your turn.”

  On my way to the bathroom, I slap her ass cheek just because I can and missed squeezing her butt when we were having sex.

  She yelps and I look over my shoulder, winking at her.

  “Be out in a second, then we’ll go grab some breakfast and our vehicles.”

  I don’t give her a chance to turn me down and close the door behind me. I take care of what I need to in the bathroom and when I return she’s looking down at a pair of panties.

  That are ripped in half straight down the center.

  I have a feeling that was me.

  “Oops?” I wince.

  Her eyes are wide and a look of humor is evident when she meets my eyes. “What the hell happened last night?”

  “A good time, it appears.”

  She just grins, crooks her finger, and I follow, encouraging her to fall onto the bed.

  Crawling over her, I roll us so we’re on our sides facing each other.

  “Think we need to order food in. I don’t have the energy to cook and I want to try to capture some of the memories from last night.”

  “Good plan,” she mutters right before crushing her lips to mine.

  And I realize I was right in wanting to kiss them. For hours.

  Leaning away just slightly, her glazed over look examines me. “Holy crap. You’re a really good kisser.”

  “You don’t want out of this bed today, do you?”

  “I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”

  Rather than answer, I show her that I’m on board, too.

  Chapter Four

  Nikolas - FIVE WEEKS LATER

  “I don’t know, Josie. I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”

  “What the heck is taking you so long? I’m starving and it’s getting bad out.”

  “Well, let’s see. It’s Christmas Eve Eve. There’s a blizzard heading our way. And, to top it off, everyone has lost their minds. I’ll get the rest of the stuff on your list and be over there within an hour.”

  “You promise?”

  I sigh and drop my head back as I wait in the long-as-fuck line at the grocery store. And that’s when I realize I forgot to buy her damn maxi pads. What kind of sister makes her brother buy her maxi pads?

  Josie.

  That’s what kind.

  So awkward and uncomfortable but yet I do it because she asked and I don’t want her driving on the slick roads. A layer of ice came before the snow is expected to start flying.

  “Order a pizza and I’ll pick it up on the way. I’m starving.”

  “I can cook something.”

  “Let’s just chill tonight.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes, Josie, I’m sure. Now, hang tight and I’ll be there.”

  “Love you.”

  “Love you, too,” I tell her and slide my phone into my pocket.

  I know why she’s scared. Blizzards make her nervous. Even though my parents were killed because of a drunk driver, it was in the wintertime and they tried using slick roads as an excuse. But what they forgot was that just because it’s cold outside, that doesn’t mean the roads are automatically covered in ice. That night they were dry. Too bad the other driver wasn’t.

  I round the corner to the aisle where I’m pretty sure the feminine products are located and I grin.

  “Well, well, well, who do we have here?” I ask Ashley and she jumps about a foot off the floor, the box that was in her hand flying in the air and landing on the hard tile floor between our feet.

  We both look down.

  And that’s when our lives change forever.

  Chapter Five

  Ashley

  “Sally? Care to explain?”

  I bite back a laugh at the name Nik uses when he points down at the pregnancy test lying on the floor by our feet.

  “I’m good.”

  “Ashley.”

  “I’m late,” I tell him in a whisper, irritated that he caught me, for one thing, and irritated that I was an idiot and became the biggest walking cliché known to man.

  Antibiotics + Birth Control = Uh Oh.

  “How late?”

  “A week?”

  “You think or you know?”

  “I know.”

  “Second question. You think or you know whose this baby could be?” he asks, bending to pick up the test and handing it over.

  “I know.”

  “And?”

  “Can’t be his. Has to be yours.”

  His jaw drops open and his eyes scan the aisle. Mine stay glued to the test that I’m now clutching with a death grip in my hand.

  I’d been on antibiotics for a few weeks and I take my pill regularly, though the night in question I didn’t take it because I wasn’t home. So either that one night of missing it was enough to get me pregnant, or the antibiotics messed with the effectiveness, or, third and hopeful option here, I’m being paranoid and I’m not pregnant at all. Very possible, I guess.

  “I’m so sorry.”

  His head jerks in my direction. “Why are you sorry?”

  “I told you I was on the pill.”

  He lowers his voice and angles his face toward me. “And I was the one coming inside you. Multiple times.”

  Just the reminder of it sends a rush of heat to my core
. That was such a fun night and next two days. I’ve actually missed him over the last month and wished that we’d made plans to get together rather than the three months I told him I needed. Turns out, I didn’t do much thinking about anything other than him during that time, anyway.

  His phone buzzes in his hand and he pulls it out, looks at the screen, shakes his head then looks at the shelf where the feminine products are. Pulls down a box and tosses a large package of maxi pads into his cart.

  My stomach, which was already irpy to begin with, turns over and then settles into a large knot. Why is he buying maxi pads? Who still uses those things, anyway? Did his ex-girlfriend who had turned down his proposal that night go back to him? Here I could be pregnant with his baby and he has a wedding to plan with a new fiancée. I’m such a screw-up. How could I be so careless? How can I bring a baby into this world when I’m nothing but a mess myself?

  Nik must sense the turmoil rolling through me — I’ve never been very good at hiding my feelings — because he reaches over and takes one of my hands in his.

  “Hey. What’s wrong? Whatever that says, we’ll figure it out.”

  Tears build behind my eyes. “No, we won’t. You don’t have to worry. This is my thing.”

  “Your… thing?”

  I nod. “Yeah. This is my problem. No, not a problem. Babies aren’t that. Issue? I don’t know what the right word is. But you don’t have to worry. I won’t get in the way for you and…” I point to the package of maxi pads, “Mrs. Maxi Pads. Oh my gosh. I don’t know your last name!”

  “Think we need to have a talk and clear some shit up but there’s actually somewhere I need to be.”

  “I see that,” I grumble.

  “Maybe you should come with.”

  “No thanks. Sounds like a great time would be had by all but I’ll pass on that.”

  He grins with that cute grin that got me into this… issue. Mess. Yeah, that’s it. It’s a mess. Babies are a blessing and all but this? What a mess.

  “It will be fun. I promise. You’ll love Josie.”

  “Oh no. I can’t interrupt your evening. I’ll just… how about we exchange numbers and I’ll call you in nine months, hmm?”