Ruthless(44)

I pushed open the door and Morgan was sitting on the toilet, looking stunned, the pregnancy test on the vanity. I picked it up and glanced at the indicator. Two stripes. Shit, did that mean pregnant or not? I fumbled with the box, trying to read the instructions.

Holy fucking shit. My brain went into deep freeze and the blood rushed from my body. Morgan was pregnant with our baby, mine and Landon’s. A tide of elation ran through me, although it was counterintuitive. I mean, here I am, nineteen years old, with a party promotion business that I run with my brother. The last thing I should want is a baby, but somehow, the thought of this beautiful girl carrying my child made me weak-kneed and sensitive.

“You’re pregnant,” I growled, stating the obvious.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I am.”

“What are you going to do about it?” I ground out. Shit, I needed to be gentler with her, but I didn’t want to force my baby on a young girl who might not be ready.

She turned big hazel eyes to me. “Cole,” she said slowly. “I never thought I’d be a mom, I mean, I just haven’t thought about it at all you know? But after what I’ve shared with you and Landon, I think … I want to keep the pregnancy,” she said simply.

I pulled her into my arms, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She was so slim still, fragile and beautiful, smelling of flowers, and I took a deep breath to steady my nerves.

“Morgan,” I ground out. “You won’t regret it. Landon and I will be the best dads ever,” I promised.





CHAPTER THREE


Landon




Man, Morgan was pregnant … with our child. I’d come back from the gym, busting open the door to the room I shared with Cole, to find the two of them cuddling in the big bed. What the fuck? You’d think that on our first day back, with our parents in the house, we’d sleep in separate rooms. It’d be lonely without our little sister between us, but we’d survive. We just needed to ease into the lifestyle, you know? Especially after the fake alarm from Bowdoin.
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But there they were, Cole and Morgan with their heads together talking in soft voices, and damn if he didn’t have an erection already.

Morgan sat up as soon as the door opened.

“Landon,” she said, holding her arms out to me. “Come join us,” she cried. She was glowing from within, the happiness almost palpable.

Cole smiled lazily, reclining on the king-sized mattress, and stuffed some pillows behind his head. He was like a fucking Cheshire cat, grinning widely enough to make me suspicious.

“Can it wait?” I asked. “I’m dripping with sweat and don’t want to ruin the sheets,” I said dryly. But fuck, Morgan looked good enough to eat, and we were just going to mess the bed up anyways, right?

“We have something to tell you,” Morgan said happily, her cheeks and décolletage flushed. Damn, but her breasts looked sexy in that tiny tank top. What had happened to our geeky, nerdy Morgan? Seriously, what had happened to the little brown mouse we first met?

When Cole and I hatched our plan to seduce our stepsister, we’d prayed that she wouldn’t be too ugly. I mean, we’ve fucked ugly bitches before, but it would just be easier if she was cute, you know?

And she was definitely adorable that first day. Geeky, with big glasses, but cute as a button, kinda like a baby owl. Cole and I had purposefully treated her like a sister, slowly stoking the fires. We knew she could hear as we fucked other women, making sure the shrieks of pleasure were loud and raucous, the girls parading around practically naked the morning after. It was all part of the plan to make her desperate and hungry … enough to fall in love with us.

But love and lust are intertwined and unpredictable. Morgan had grown up so much in this past month, shedding the glasses, blooming into a woman that my brother and I enjoyed with full benefits. Nothing was off limits, she was sweet, giving and trusting … maybe a little bit too trusting.

“Landon, come sit down,” said Morgan again, patting the bedspread happily.

I lowered myself gingerly onto the coverlet. Damn these linens, they probably cost more all of Violet’s clothes combined.

“What’s up, baby sis?” I said, my eyes glancing between Morgan and my brother. “What’s so pressing that it can’t wait for a quick five minute shower?”

“Well,” she said shyly, lowering her eyes. “I’m pregnant!” she exclaimed joyfully, throwing her arms around me.

I was taken aback, but I shouldn’t have been. I mean, the plan had been to knock her up and break her heart, thereby breaking Gerald’s heart. But instead I felt relieved, and even happy. It was unexpected, sure, but despite my brain’s furious thrumming, my heart was melting at the thought of our little sister having our baby.