A Real Bad Boy(60)

My body shook, the edges of my consciousness aware of what came next. How amazing it was going to feel.

It was then that I felt him buck inside of me. He grabbed me and flipped  me so that I was no longer riding him, but he was on me. Janson did  what he did best, he took control, and he drove into me over and over  again until we were both screaming with orgasm, his cock spasming inside  my undulating pussy.

When it was over, he rolled next to me and pulled me into him, the  softness of his bed enveloping us both. Every time we finished, I had  the same feeling. Contentment. Happiness. I could stay like this, here,  forever, in his arms.

But that wasn't the way our world worked.





Chapter Seventeen



Janson



"What the fuck?" I wasn't expecting to hear Greyson's voice coming from  my bedroom, but it woke me up out of a dead fucking sleep.

That motherfucker came in without my permission and burst in. He didn't call or anything.

"What is going on?" he asked, seething.

"I think you know exactly what you are seeing here," I answered. I  wasn't going to lie to him or play coy or do any of the things he would  find disrespectful. I was lying in bed with the woman I loved and we  were both clearly naked. "If you'll give us a moment to get dressed, we  can talk about this calmly."

"Like hell we will. Where the fuck do you get off banging my little sister?" He started towards us but Kat spoke up.

"Greyson, stop. This is ridiculous. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a grown woman."

"You aren't that grown," he countered.

"I am. I made my choice. I'm the one who seduced him."

"What?" Greyson asked. "You don't understand, Kathryn. This is revenge. I  fucked his little sister, so he thought he would get one over on me."

"I think you know me well enough to know I would never do anything like  that, Greyson." I was challenging him and I didn't care. I wasn't going  to just let that stand. "And you didn't seduce me, Kat. I was a part of  the equation. I wanted you. And then we just kind of, fell together."

"Fell together?" Greyson asked. "You expect me to just believe that?"

"It's the truth," Kat said. "I want to be with him. This is our decision. Not yours. Don't make this harder than it has to be."

"I don't want to fucking talk about this. Get dressed. I'm taking you back home."

"I won't go there," she warned. "You don't understand-"

"I don't care. You aren't staying with him." Greyson was furious, and he had every reason to be.





Kathryn



"You go deal with him. I need to get dressed," I said to Janson as he  stood up and started putting on his clothing. I was panicking and I knew  it. Shit was going down everywhere. At home, and now with the only two  people in the entire world I trusted.

As soon as he was out of the room, I thought about the thing I had in my  purse. The thing I needed to do before anyone else knew. A pregnancy  test.

I'd been late for two weeks, but I hadn't mentioned it to him. I just  kept ignoring it, hoping I would get my period or something. I was  scared. I'd been taking the pill, but I forgot a couple of times. Just  twice. That wasn't enough for something to happen, was it?

Janson wanted it more than anything, but I wasn't about to tell him. Not until I knew for certain. I needed to do it.

Best time might be while those two were hashing it out.

I ran into the bathroom and peed on that little stick, then stuck it on the sink to wait.

Three minutes, the box said. The three longest freaking minutes of my entire life.

When I looked at the stick I saw it. A plus on the damn thing.

I'd been silly, thinking that I could run away from this. I should've  been more careful. I should've been sure each and every time.

It felt like my walls were closing in on me, trying to force me into  defeat. But I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready for any of this. I  didn't want to go out there and tell my brother what was happening. I  didn't want to explain it to him. I didn't want to let Janson know how I  felt. Not when I was so unsure of his own feelings. He said he wanted  me to have his baby, but did he mean it? Would he really come to my side  out of love? Or would it be out of obligation?

I couldn't breathe. It was all just too fucking much. Panic surrounded  me and threatened to overwhelm. I just wanted to get the hell out of  there. And I wanted to play violin. I couldn't do that here. I couldn't  do anything I wanted. Coming back was a mistake. I should've stayed in  Chicago.                       
       
           



       

I needed to get the fuck out. I had to do something.

I grabbed my phone and looked up the nearest bus station. There was a  bus leaving in thirty minutes for Chi-town. If I could just get there, I  knew that I could talk to Badger. I could stay there, play my music,  and just have a few days to breathe. Then I could talk to Janson, tell  him how I felt.

But right now, I needed the hell out of this situation.

So, I did what I did best. I snuck out the window and down the fire escape.

I couldn't stay here. I couldn't stand this.

The boys could figure shit out on their own. I needed a break.





Janson



"What in the fuck are you thinking?" Greyson asked me as he grabbed my  decanter and poured himself a glass of scotch. I would've said  something, but it wasn't the time. "You are a grown man and she is  barely an adult!"

Besides, it was probably well deserved.

"Greyson, I didn't need a reason. She was beautiful and kind and she saw  me for who I really was," I said as I explained it to him. "I didn't  mean to fall, just like you didn't mean to sleep with my sister. You and  I both know she is much older than her age. Besides, Joanna and you  share an age difference. And you slept with my sister who is the same  age as yours!"

I wasn't going to back down from this. Not now. Not when I loved her so much.

"First of all, I very intentionally slept with your sister. I was a  flaming dick and I wanted to see how far I could push boundaries. I  deserved the fucking beating I got. Second of all, what do you mean  fall?" he asked. It was too fucking emotional for either of us, and I  just wanted to dance around it.

But I couldn't. He had to understand.

"I love her, Greyson."

"What?" he asked as he squinted at me.

"I love her. I want to be with her. Marry her, make her mine, whatever  she wants. I want to take care of her." The words came out more  forcefully than I intended and when I looked up, I realized Greyson was  gape-mouthed. I'd never even expressed interest in a woman that went  beyond physical before, so this was a shock to us both. "I'm not going  to hurt her, Greyson."

"You better fucking not," was all he said, but we both knew the fight was lost.

There was no way he could forbid this. Not after what he'd been through.

Silence passed between us and then there was nothing.

"Where in the hell is she?" Greyson asked as he looked around. "Kathryn should be out here by now."

"So you can yell at her, too?" I asked. I was being witty and we both  smiled. It was going to be okay. Suddenly, I wasn't sure why I was  nervous. I'd spent so long running from the truth and convincing myself  this was going to be more than it was, that I felt like a fucking fool.

"Something like that," he answered.

"Well, I'll go get her." I walked down the hall to our bedroom and  knocked on the door. Nothing. "Kat?" I asked, but she didn't answer.

So, I turned the handle on the door. It was fucking locked. Panic rose  up in my chest. There was no reason for this goddamn door to be fucking  locked. "Let me in right the fuck now," I growled as I turned it again.

Fucking hell. She wasn't responding. I grabbed the handle and turned it  so hard that I heard a snap and it released its hold. The lock wasn't  that strong, I just didn't want to replace it.

The room was completely empty. No sign of her. My Kathryn. I looked  around the room, checked the bathroom. Then I saw it. The pregnancy test  in the trash.

It was positive. She was pregnant with my baby and I felt like I'd been kicked right in the fucking chest.

She'd taken off. Run away through the open window that led down the fire escape.

Just when I'd secured everything, she'd taken off, and she was pregnant with my baby.

"Greyson, get in here," I said as I fought like hell to control my  temper. I threw the stick back in the trash and washed my hands.

"What is it?" he asked as he stormed in. He saw what I did, the empty room.

"She's gone," I answered.

"Where did she go?" he asked.

"Probably back to where we found her," I admitted.

"But how?" he asked.

I grabbed a pair of my pants and pulled out my money clip. It was empty.

"Plane, train, or bus," I guessed. "How do you want to proceed?" I asked.

I was losing control, my senses shutting down, filled with anger, hurt,  rage. How could she just leave me like this? Right when things were  tough? I expected more from her. I expected so much more, but there it  was. The truth. She hadn't so much as tried to fight for us.