When Rivals Love

by Beck, J. L.

  “Pants,” he orders, reminding me that I’ve still got them on. While he peppers kisses against my chest, I undo the button on my jeans and slide them down my thighs, kicking them away once they reach my feet.

  Oliver breaks away to undo his own bottoms, and within seconds we’re both naked. Even in the dim lighting of the room, I can see that his cock is swollen and angry looking. There’s a drop of pre-cum on the tip that I crave to lick away.

  “My eyes are up here,” he says, chuckling, and I can’t help but smile.

  His hands trail down my body until they reach my hips, once there they come to a stop, he squeezes my flesh before lifting me to place my ass at the edge of the table.

  “I have to taste you right now.” The urgency in his voice confirms his need, and with a gentle nudge, I’m on my back and lifting my hips for him to pull my panties off. Peeling the silky fabric down my legs, I can’t help but grin as he tosses them to the floor and presses my knees to my chest. Leaning in, he gives me one long lick.

  “Oh, god…” I mumble at the onslaught of sensations. My fingers grip on to the edge of the table as he does it all over again, spreading my lips with his fingers. That skilled tongue of his flicks against my swollen clit, and I gush like a waterfall, my legs shaking as he sucks the tiny bud into his mouth. Heat rises in my cheeks, and my entire body warms as lightning rods of pleasure zing up my spine.

  “Come for me, come all over my tongue.” Oliver’s husky voice vibrates through my core, and within seconds I’m falling apart, my hips bucking against his face as he continues licking me, savoring every last drop of my release as if it’s a fine wine.

  Like a wave, I come crashing back down, my body a liquid mass against the table. Oliver moves from between my legs, coming to stand. There’s a carnal look in his eyes, and in that moment, I’m ensnared, trapped in his web, a willing victim to the pleasure he’ll bring me.

  Through hooded eyes, I watch him stroke his cock. One stroke. Two strokes. My mouth waters. I want him. Need him.

  “Please,” I whisper, my eyes pleading.

  He smirks, “Please, what? Say it. Ask me.”

  My cheeks flame, but I say it anyway because I’m no longer a shy, naive, virgin. I’m a woman who is loved by three different men. “Please, fuck me.”

  “Gladly,” he growls, gripping on to one hip with a possessiveness that makes me warm inside. Bringing his cock to my wet entrance, he enters me in one thrust, and for one tiny second, all is right in the world. Nothing but us matters. Not what could happen tomorrow, not my father, not anything. There is just us and our joined bodies.

  “Fuck me, you’re so tight, and warm, and shit, I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

  All I can do is whimper as he thrusts in and out of me, expelling every last ounce of carnal need that he has. Reaching for him, I let my fingers roam over his perfectly sculpted abs and chest. We’re both burning up, on the verge of combusting.

  The telltale signs of an orgasm start to snake up my spine. My toes curl, and my chest rises and falls rapidly, and though air fills my lungs, it feels like I can’t breathe. Like I’m free-falling out of the sky. It’s coming faster than usual, and Oliver must know it because he too starts to thrust harder and faster, bringing me to the edge of the cliff in nothing more than a few strokes.

  “I’m coming,” I pant, my nails raking across his flesh.

  “Yes, come for me. Squeeze me. Milk my cock.” His filthy mouth only encourages me, and within seconds I’m shattering like glass that’s been squeezed too tightly. My hips buck, and my eyes flutter closed as euphoric pleasure consumes me, wrapping me in a blanket of warmth.

  As I’m coming down from my high, floating through the sky like a feather, Oliver starts to fall apart, his movements grow jerky, and I open my eyes to stare up at him, needing to see him come undone.

  The brown of his eyes is darker now, and he bites on his bottom lip to stifle a groan. Damn is he sexy. I want to make him feel the same way he made me feel.

  “Come inside me, please...” I lick my lips and wait with bated breath for him to fill me with his come.

  “Fucking Christ, Harlow,” he curses, squeezing my hips with both hands. His hips piston, and all I can feel is him impaling me, breaking me apart to piece me back together again. And I love it. I love him. Three thrusts later and with a groan, I’m pretty sure the entire library heard, he starts to come, his cock pulsing deep inside of me, filling me with his sticky release.

  Completely spent and satisfied, he sags against me, his sweaty forehead pressing against mine. Holding him close, I smile, feeling as if I’m on top of the world. I can feel the heat of his release dripping out of me and on to my thighs, his cock still inside of me, still partially hard.

  “That was amazing,” Oliver pants, “are you okay?” Always so sincere, so caring. That’s Oliver, though. He always makes sure that I’m okay. That I came.

  “Yes. I’m more than okay,” I smile.

  “Good, because it’s been a while since I came apart that easily,” the blistering smile he gives me warms me from the inside out. After a few minutes of lying together, we get up, and he helps me put my clothes back on, minus my panties. He puts those in his pocket as a souvenir.

  As I’m sliding my backpack on, he pulls out his phone.

  “Shit,” he mumbles under his breath. “We’re going to be late.”

  “Ugh, not again,” I groan, all while smiling. After what we did, I would say showing up late to class was worth it.

  “I won’t have time to walk you in to your class if I want to get to my class without being scolded by the professor. So, I’ll walk you to the building and then head across the street.”

  “Okay,” I grab onto his hand, and together we walk back down the stairs and into the lower part of the library. As we pass by people, it feels like they are all staring at us, almost like they know what we were doing. Maybe they heard us? But since none of them snicker or smile as we pass, they must not have heard us. I tell myself it’s all in my head.

  Exiting the library, we hurry across campus and to class. When we reach the sidewalk, we part ways, Oliver pressing a hurried kiss to my lips before seeing me off. As I walk down the sidewalk and enter the building, I give him a little wave and smile before disappearing from view.

  When I’m in the building, I realize how late I really am, and instead of walking up the stairs, I basically run, taking two steps at a time.

  By the time I reach the top, I have a hard time breathing. Shit, I didn’t realize how out of shape I am. Maybe I need to start working out.

  Taking a few steps, slower this time, I try to regulate my breathing, but it seems to only get worse. This weird feeling that something is wrong overcomes me. I’m not sure what I’m feeling. Not sure what’s going on, so I continue onward, hoping that it’ll pass. I’m about halfway down the hall when a wave of dizziness crashes into me. It comes out of nowhere and nearly takes me out at the knees. Closing my eyes, I lean against the cold brick wall.

  Maybe I just need to do some deep breathing. Forcing air into my lungs, I try and focus on nothing more than my breaths. Sweat beads above my brow, the breathing obviously not helping as my entire body suddenly starts to feel like it’s been lit on fire.

  Knots of worry tighten in my gut. I don’t know what’s going on with my body anymore. Another wave of dizziness sends my mind spiraling. I can’t even open my eyes without the world spinning around me, and the panic I feel seems to only make it worse.

  All at once, my vision goes black, my eyes grow heavier and heavier until I close them again. My mind slowly slipping into unconsciousness. I try to open my eyes again, but I can’t. They just won’t budge. Faintly, I’m aware of footsteps approaching, and someone asking me if I’m okay. I want to tell them no, that I’m not, but my tongue won’t work. All words refuse to be coaxed from my mouth.

  Another wave of dizziness overcomes me, and this time when it crashes down, it bring
s with it the power to snap me in two. Reaching out, I attempt to find something along the wall to support my body. I know I’m going to go down, I can feel it in my gut.

  A hand brushes against my arm just as my knees give out and my body folds in half. I’m only partially aware of my body sagging to the floor, my knees slamming against the tile. I don’t even feel the impact, there is no pain.

  There is nothing but darkness.

  12

  Damnit. I have to stop waking up like this. I know before I even open my eyes where I am. The steady beat of the heart monitor fills my ears, and the smell of antiseptic and bleach tickles my nostrils. The hospital. I’ve put myself in the hospital again. Blinking my eyes open, I’m momentarily blinded by the overhead lights.

  My thoughts are fuzzy as I try and recollect what happened.

  “Oh, my gosh, she’s awake.” My mother’s voice is the first that I hear, and already I know this is going to be bad. Why are they here? And where are the guys?

  Nothing serious happened… I just fainted.

  “Back up, sweetheart, give her some space.” My father orders, and I look up at him, taking note of the dark bags under his eyes and worry in their depths. He looks distraught, but that can’t be right. Why should he care about me? He hasn’t any other time before now.

  “What are you doing here?” I question, squinting my eyes because the light is still blinding me.

  My father crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze hardening with each second. “I expected better from you, Harlow. I didn’t think you would be this irresponsible, but after everything, I suppose I’m not really surprised.”

  Whoa, all I did was faint. Maybe I need to take better care of myself. Be less stressed, eat more… I don’t know. What I do know is that it’s not anything as bad as he’s making it out to be.

  “Please leave, the hospital was wrong to have called you.” I murmur, shaking my head with disappointment. I don’t want them here. Neither of them. I’ll call one of the Bishops to come and be with me. As I shift against the scratchy sheets, a throbbing starts to pulse behind my eyes. A migraine is forming there, and having my parents here is only making it worse.

  “Excuse me, but I am your father even if you don’t want me to be, and I have every right as the person who pays for your medical insurance to know what is going on.”

  I can’t help it; my eyes roll to the back of my head on instinct. “Just because you pay my medical bills doesn’t mean you’re my father. You have to actually act like one to be considered one, and in my eyes, you aren’t one, at least to me. Besides, I didn’t ask you to pay for anything. Leave the bill and leave me.”

  A vein bulges in his neck, his cheeks fill with blood, and he starts to look like a red balloon more and more.

  “Your mother and I are the only ones here. I don’t see your precious Bishop brothers standing next to your bed, checking up on you. Like always, they’ve done wrong and left the mess for someone else to clean up.”

  “What are you talking about? There is no mess. I’m fine. I just need to take a little better care of myself. This has nothing to do with them, and the only reason they are not here right now is because they don’t know I’m here.” My defenses are up. Like always, my father finds a way to make me feel small and insignificant.

  A smile like I’ve never seen before appears on his lips. It’s not a kind smile, nor is it really a vicious one. It’s more of a, I know something you don’t smile, and that leaves my stomach churning, twisting, and knotting.

  “Oh, this has everything to do with them. Everything.” The way he speaks, with so much disdain, so much vile hate toward the Bishops makes me want to hurt him. How dare he speak about them in such an ill manner. How dare he come here and act like he cares.

  “I want you to leave, now,” I growl, fisting the sheets to stop myself from getting up and slugging him. He might be my father in the sense of his name being on my birth certificate, but he might as well be a dead-beat. I don’t want or need him in my life. All the lies, the secrets, the way he tried to manipulate me. I’ll never forget or forgive him for that.

  “And I want you to get an abortion.”

  The room spins around me, my mouth pops open and stays that way as I flounder like a fish out of water. He can’t mean… No, it’s not possible. How? I’m on birth control. He’s lying. He has to be.

  “What… what are you talking about?” I ask, finally finding the courage to speak. My voice wavers between barely restrained panic and fear.

  “Do you even know which one of them is the father? Wait, don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter who the father is. You’ll be getting an abortion either way.”

  “I’m pregnant?” I say the words out loud as if I didn’t already put the pieces together. Of course, I’m pregnant. How did I not see this before?

  “Not for much longer,” my father chides, looking down at me like I’m a disappointment to the world. Well, likewise, dearest dad.

  “It’s a good thing you don’t have a say in it, isn’t it? Now leave. I never asked for you to be here, and I won’t let you dictate any more of my life!” I yell, gathering up every ounce of strength I have to sit up a little taller. Maybe he could push me around before, make me be his little puppet, but not anymore.

  I’m about to yell, to tell them to get the hell out again when someone knocks on the door, interrupting my little outburst.

  “Come in,” my mother answers before I can make a sound. I watch the door as the unknown person pushes it open. Every fiber in my body hoping and praying that one of the guys is on the other side of that door. But when the door swings open all the way, all I’m left with is more disappointment.

  Even though it’s someone I know, it’s not one of the Bishops like I had hoped it would be. My stomach drops, and I feel like I might throw up as I watch Matt leisurely walk into the room. His gaze sweeps over the room before coming to rest on me. He doesn’t even look like he cares. All over again, I’m reminded of how I’m nothing but a pawn to my father.

  “Matt, thank you so much for coming,” my father greets him, making it sound more like a business arrangement.

  “No problem. How are you feeling, Harlow?” he asks, coming to stand beside the bed.

  “Terrible, and you being here doesn’t help,” I snap at him. Not caring how rude I must sound. The last thing I want is to be surrounded by these people that don’t care if I’m happy or not, people that only want me to play a part in their shitty story.

  “Ouch,” Matt smirks. He’s clearly not offended by my words.

  “Be nice,” my mother scolds, and I barely restrain the growl as my lip curls with anger. “We’re going to give you two a moment. Don’t mess this up, Harlow. This might be your last chance to save yourself from complete destruction. Make the right choice, so that we don’t have to make it for you.”

  My last chance? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

  My parents leave the room, and Matt grabs a chair dragging it over to the bed. It scratches against the floor loudly, but he doesn’t seem to care. He takes a seat, the chair creaking under his weight. He’s only a foot away from me now, and I shiver at the thought of him being this close, especially after the way he treated me the last time I saw him.

  Giving me a boyish grin, he says, “So, I heard you got knocked up by one of those Bishop brothers.”

  “I don’t see how this is your business.”

  Matt shrugs, “Your dad wants you to get rid of the baby, but I’ve got a better idea. A way that will allow you to keep it. Since the beginning, I’ve told you I was here to help.”

  I’d laugh if I didn’t already have a headache the size of Texas, and it didn’t hurt to move. “Ha, doubtful. You’ve never wanted to help me. You’re a disgusting, selfish prick, and I want you to leave and never come back.”

  What I have to say doesn’t matter to him. I know this. I’ve known it all along. Maybe I had hoped he would be different, that he would become a friend to me
. That turned out to be nothing but a lie too.

  Crossing his arms over his chest, he stares me down, his gaze hardening. “I’m being very generous to you and your family, Harlow. I’m still willing to marry you. I don’t mind that you’re having a baby, in fact, it’s one less thing I have to do.” He winks at me, and I gag, the thought… it makes me want to barf all over the floor.

  “No one has to know who the real father is. I’m willing to raise it as my own, give it, and you a home, a life. I’ll protect you, ensure that you’re happy and healthy.”

  I can’t believe him. Does he even hear himself?

  “You’re a lunatic if you think I’m going to go along with this. I’ll never marry you. With or without this baby. It’s not happening,” I snarl. I have this impulse to scratch his eyes out, to do whatever I can to get him out of this room and away from me. I don’t need him or my parents. I can do this all on my own.

  Matt chuckles a humorless laugh, “You are the crazy one. If you don’t do this, your father will make you get an abortion. He’s not going to let you have this baby any other way.” He pauses, and I’m hoping he’ll shut the hell up and get out, but he doesn’t. Instead, he opens his mouth again. “Do you know what kind of embarrassment this would be to him? A baby with his sworn enemy’s son? Hell, you don’t even know who the father is.”

  “I don’t care. I don’t care what any of you think or say…” I whisper, all the emotions inside of me swirling together.

  He unfolds his arms and runs a hand through his hair, before exhaling a deep breath, “Look, he’s not going to let you leave this hospital with that baby inside of you. Not unless you agree to marry me. The abortion will happen today, you have no say.”

  “He can’t do that! He wouldn’t…” I argue, but even as the words leave my mouth, I know the truth is, he would. He is probably paying this hospital half a fortune to do this without my consent, or maybe he is just threatening them with whatever sick thing he can come up with. The lump in my throat thickens as I weigh my options. It feels like all hope is lost.