Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I took her home in silence, wondering just what the fuck was going on in her head now. Sometimes she surprises me and I have to reassess my opinion of the innocent little darling I’d fucked for the first time on that mat in my dad’s private gym.
There’s no doubt she was a virgin, but sometimes, like now, I think she isn’t as innocent in other areas as I’d first thought.
“Don’t do anything until I’ve had time to plan this shit out. If you get scared which I’m sure you will because you always do after one of your fuck ups, call me and I’ll come to you.”
We were really starting to push this shit. I wanted to take her into my arms and hold her, reassure her that everything was going to be okay, because as usual, now that she was here, she wasn’t feeling so brave anymore.
Her little eyes looked scared and she was biting her lip for a whole other reason than to get a rise out of me. I hate seeing any kind of doubt or fear in her, that’s why I’d wanted to handle things, a whole lot differently.
It’s your fault too Jaxx, you knew the risk when you fucked her today and just now. Yeah I did, I have a calendar with the only thing on it is her cycle; but the lore of that gash between her thighs sometimes trumps my fucking common sense.
“I love you you pain in the ass, now stop looking like that, you’re going to be okay.” She gave me the same bullshit sisterly kiss she always did when I dropped her off just in case anyone was watching, before getting out of the car and heading to the door.
I almost said fuck it and just call her back. I hated leaving things like this, but she’d forced my hand. She had to learn that there were consequences for her actions, and though I was partly to blame, I’d had all intentions on pulling out. It’s hard enough doing that shit since her pussy is so fucking good to begin with, without her added shit.
* * *
BRIANNA
* * *
I missed him as soon as the door closed behind me. I barely said hi to my mom and stepdad as I made my way to my room.
Now that he wasn’t here I wasn’t too sure about my decision. It’s weird, but whenever I’m with him I feel almost invincible, like nothing is beyond reach. But when he’s not with me that all changes.
I filched out the home pregnancy kit I’d hidden in the bottom of my dresser and read the instructions for the one-hundredth time. There was a mixture of excitement and dread in my chest as the reality of what I’d done set in. What if I’d made a mistake?
No, I wouldn’t let myself think that way, this is what I wanted, and I know he wanted it too, only not just yet.
Whatever, if it was there it was a done deal. I didn’t feel as good as I thought I would though, as I replaced the test and crawled onto my bed.
I got my phone out and called his number. “What is it baby you scared?” The anger was gone from his voice, but I didn’t trust that it was all gone.
He’d told me once that just as people shouldn’t go to bed angry, that we should never stay angry with each other when we were apart.
“A little. I’m sorry.” I started to cry because it was suddenly dawning on me just how stupid I’d been. “Don’t cry baby, it’s gonna be okay. There’s nothing we can’t handle remember, just don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes like that again, I don’t like it.”
“I promise, you still mad?”
“Yes.”
“You wanna fuck?” He laughed on the other line and my chest wasn’t so tight anymore. “Always baby. I’ll come get you when the others go to sleep, pack your clothes for tomorrow.” I was up and off the bed like a shot.
9
Jaxxon
* * *
Well, I was in for it now, in for a penny in for a pound. If she was already carrying my child, my care of both of them started now. I don’t know why she’d chosen to do things this way, but what’s done can’t be undone.
I think I always knew it was going to come to this, that one of us was going to push the envelope. And like I keep telling her, my problem isn’t with her becoming pregnant, it’s all about the timing.
Since she’d taken the decision out of my hands, there was no use crying over spilt milk. I bided my time until it was time to go get her.
Tomorrow was a school day and I pretty much knew the routine of the house. Both parents were up and out before she was, and neither of them were in the habit of checking up on her before they left, as long as she was in bed before they turned in.