American Bad Boy(48)

My breathing is getting heavy and so are my balls as I just keep fucking Lauren like I just got out of prison. In a way I have. Even if it was a prison of my own making.

“Oh, Mack, I’m gonna …” Her pussy squeezes around me and I arch my back so I can look down the length of our bodies. I want to see what’s mine milking my thick cock for every drop of cum I’m about to give her. Lauren drives her nails back into my back in the same spot she carved out before. The sharp pain and the sensation of her tight pussy quivering around me is too much. A wave of pleasure floods through me as I fill her with spurts of my seed.

I feel light headed as I collapse against Lauren on the couch. Her legs are tangled around me in a full body hug and my cock is still twitching inside her.

Cold realization washes over me as it occurs to me that I didn’t ask about protection. People have been calling me Captain America since I came back to US soil, but they could just as easily have been calling me Captain Condom.

“Damn it,” I hiss and pull out of Lauren. Her eyes cloud over as confusion washes her face.

“What? You have regrets?” The pain is all over her words. Regrets? How could she think that?

“No, I just should’ve used protection. I got caught up.” I chide myself.

“Why? I mean, you’re ok, aren’t you?” Panic tinges her words as she searches for meaning in mine.

“No, no. I mean, yes. I don’t have anything. It’s not that.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

“Oh,” I can see the tension melt away from her shoulders as she lies her head back against the arm of the couch. “Well, don’t worry about it then. I’m on birth control still. I don’t know why I didn’t stop when Joel passed. I guess it was just a habit.” She shrugs looking down to the cushions beneath us.

“Yeah, but birth control doesn’t work that great for us, does it?” Lauren doesn’t blink. She keeps staring at the cushion like she’s memorizing it.

“What do you mean?” she whispers to the couch.

“I mean Chris. He’s mine isn’t he?” I finally ask the question that I’ve been wondering since I looked at the pictures. “He is my son, isn’t he Lauren?” I look down at her and if it wasn’t for the pulse wildly beating in her neck, I would think she was dead. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. I don’t think she’s even breathing. “Lauren?” I don’t mean to raise my voice, but it comes out sharper than I intend.

She snaps her head up and looks me straight in the eyes. Her brown eyes seem darker, more somber.

“Yes.”





27





Lauren





2014




Scooting back on the couch, I pull my knees into my chest and fold my arms around my legs. I suddenly feel so exposed. So vulnerable. And it has nothing to do with being naked.

Mack knows that he has a son. This secret I’ve been carrying for ten years has finally been lifted from my soul. I thought when this day came I would feel lighter, not sick.

“Yes, he’s yours.” I answer him again. Resting my head on my knees, I look up at him from under my eyelashes. I’m not sure how he’s going to react. What he’s going to say. I watch storm clouds roll in over his face as he battles the emotions he’ll never share with me. Mack was never one to talk about his feelings, even before the military. Now even less so.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you get a hold of me at West Point?” He shakes his head slowly; his voice is monotone. I can’t tell if he thinks this is good news or the worst thing he’s heard. His furrowed brows aren’t really giving me a lot of information.

“I thought about it. Trust me. You have no idea how many nights I fought with myself. It was hard. Please don’t think I made the decision lightly. I didn’t. For the first three years of Chris’s life, I was a single mother. I second guessed not telling you every single day. Especially when I was getting my degree and trying to look after my baby.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Mack stands up and runs his hand over the back of his head. He walks over to the photos I caught him looking at earlier and stares down at them, his hand still resting on his neck as he looks back over the photos. My eyes sweep down his naked body, I wish he wouldn’t put distance between us. I wish he’d hold me close and talk to me about this.

“Instead you let another man raise my child as his own? I mean, does that seem right to you? Did I hurt you that badly, Lauren? Was I so terrible to you that you didn’t even let me know I had a son in this world?” The muscles in his back flex tight.