Knocked Up(15)

The water lapped at his waist and he said a mental prayer for patience as he leaned closer and cupped her pussy again, this time, shoving the wet scrap of underwear to the side. He'd never been so hard in his fucking life, and they'd barely done anything besides grind each other like teenagers.

He was pretty sure once he was buried deep inside her, his head was going to blow off.

He wondered idly if this was a bi-product of his near-death experience. The tail end of an adrenaline rush followed by a potential mild concussion making everything feel just a little hotter. Sexier. Needy and on edge.

He nipped sharply at her bottom lip, groaning at the fullness of it between his teeth. Then he slid one finger into her tight, waiting heat.

He let his eyes close and light exploded behind the lids even as blood rushed to his ears, making himself almost dizzy with want. Her channel was slick and hot in comparison to the cool water, but it was the grip around his finger that had his balls aching. So tight. He couldn't help but imagine what that would feel like on his swollen cock. He drew his finger out slowly and slid back in with one, steady thrust. Her hips fluttered in time with his movements and she began to gasp against his mouth.

He traced the shape of her mouth as he worked her, in and out, caressing her sensitive clit every time he withdrew. This was good. Already, she was trembling again, her muscles tensing in a telltale sign that made his cock pulse in response. She was going to come again. And this time, he wanted to feel it when she was wrapped around him.

He slid his hand away and gripped her hips, lifting her petite body up until her legs naturally wrapped around his waist. He pulled his mouth away and held her gaze as he grasped his shaft and lined up his aching head with her slit.

"You're so tight, Tawny. I'm going to take it real slow, okay?" he murmured softly. She nodded, her eyes bright with excitement and something he couldn't quite place.

He pressed in about an inch, sucking in steadying lungs full of balmy night air. Already, she felt amazing. So soft and sweet and perfect, gripping him, holding him tight. He inched in further and swallowed hard as she closed over him like a fist.

"Fuck," he muttered, his brain firing off in a thousand directions as he willed himself not to come. But she was bouncing again, those perfect breasts exactly the size of his hands jiggling with every motion. Those rounded hips writhing against him, pushing him a little deeper with each motion. That catchy little sound she was making in the back of her throat as he pushed deeper.

And then something snapped inside him. He could no more stop himself from thrusting than he could stop a runaway train. His hips snapped forward, and they were fucking. Hard, fast, frantic. His cock pounding in and out, hot liquid snaking up his length, ready to spurt deep inside her. It was only then that he realized she'd stopped moving for a minute there, maybe shocked by his shift in gear or maybe—

Holy shit. Virgin.

Tawny was a fucking virgin.

He tried to reconnect his brain to his body…to slow his pace…to pull away, get his head together, but then she was moving again, gasping into his mouth, shaking, twitching--

"Jesus, ah!" she whimpered against his mouth, stiffening and crying out.

Her already tight column went even tighter, clutching at him, milking him, over and over until he pulled his mouth away and muttered her name under his breath as he exploded. His muscles quaked, the ecstasy rolling over him in waves as he spurted deep inside her.

Good…so god damned good. His brain was still offline as they held one another under the moonlight, their harsh breathing in sync, but he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that he’d forgotten something…





Chapter 5





Four weeks later...





Positive.

A pink plus sign stared back at her as her entire world caved in.

Terror creeped up the back of her neck and closed its icy fingers over the back of her head as she leaned back against the toilet tank.

There was no denying it this time, no telling herself it was a fluke or a faulty test. The twin strip was laying on the bathroom counter, the same pink plus sign etched into the little test screen.

She'd checked the box again, re-read the instructions, tried to convince herself she was reading the device wrong, but there was no escaping the truth.

She, Tawny Mitchell, Honor Roll student and all around goody-goody, was pregnant.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the low thumping of music from Suzette's adjoining bedroom, tried to breathe in time with the music to keep herself from hyperventilating. After all, that couldn't be good for the baby.

A wave of nausea stole over her at the thought and she got down on her knees, ready to heave in the toilet bowl, when someone knocked, loud and insistent, on the door.