Toxic Bad Boy(64)
Cece was curled into Gianna where they sat on the couch. Her tears had stopped, likely at Gianna’s understanding words. Catching sight of us, both females glared at me along with Dante.
Holding up both hands, I said, “Hey, I told him it was a dumb idea.”
At my words, Cece snarled at Dante, “You told Caleb about how you want me to kill our baby?”
Dante ran a hand roughly over his face. “Fuck, I don’t know. We’re not ready for a baby.”
“If you loved me, you’d want our baby.”
Surprisingly, Gianna was the one who defended Dante. “That’s not true, Cece. Dante loves you, he’s just scared.”
“What about you, Caleb?” Cece asked. “What would you do if Gianna was pregnant?”
“Marry her,” I said without hesitation.
“Thanks a lot, man,” Dante said sarcastically.
Ignoring him, I continued, “But knocking her up was Plan B anyway if she refused to get back together with me.”
“I hope you’re joking,” Gianna said, her eyes narrowed.
My answer was to shrug noncommittally.
Dante tried to approach Cece, making her slap out at him. “Don’t come near me! I hate you!”
“We can keep the baby if you want,” he offered pathetically.
“Oh, I’m so grateful for your generosity!” Cece cried. “Thank you for not wanting a doctor to murder our baby!”
Unfortunately, Dante didn’t know when to quit. “I looked it up online and it’s not a baby yet.”
Cece screamed in black rage. “Get me out of here, Gianna, before I completely lose it!”
Holy shit, could it actually get worse?
“Listen, man,” I told Dante. “I’ll take her to my mom’s apartment for awhile before taking her home. You two need to cool off away from each other.”
As Gianna led her out to my car after I tossed her the keys, Cece looked over her shoulder to yell, “My baby and I don’t need you!”
“Call you tomorrow,” I told him, shaking my head at the drama.
He trailed me to the front door. “Would you mind calling me later so I know she’s alright? I doubt she’ll answer if I call.”
“If you love her, support whatever decisions she makes.”
“Caleb, there are things I want to do before I settle down with a family.”
“Like spring break in Cancun?”
“And backpacking across Europe like we said we would,” he reminded me.
“Dante, I’m not going anywhere without my girl.” I left him to think about what he wanted, not that he knew himself.
*****
GIANNA
My iPod played a Lana Del Rey song. The room was dark except for the glow of a street light through the open blinds. Barely there kisses teased the skin along my throat, up to my jaw, the corner of my mouth. The full contact of our lips was more desperate as he deepened the kiss.
“Caleb,” I sighed his name. “I love you.”
“Let me worship you, Gianna,” he groaned.
A tinge of anxiety creeped in. “I don’t think I’m ready.”
“I just want my mouth on you,” he said, pulling at my pajama shorts. “Say yes.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I squeezed him tightly against me, reminding myself this was Caleb. I was always safe with him. “Okay.”
He exhaled a breath, exposing his relief. “I’ll go slowly. If you start to feel uncomfortable just tell me and I’ll stop.”
Being brave, I removed my pajama top. Caleb took my panties along with my shorts. He wore nothing but his underwear, leaving them the only barrier between us.
His tongue went from one breast to the other. “I love you, Gianna.”
I know.
Knowing that made it easier to relax. I bit my lip to hold back the moans. My dad was asleep down the hallway and he would freak out big time if he caught us. I’d die of embarrassment and be grounded until I turned eighteen.
Caleb hopped off the bed, surprising me. He flicked the bathroom light on and sauntered back to me. Holy crap, I had the hottest boyfriend.
“I want to be able to see you.” He removed my arms from over my breasts. “Don’t be shy.”
“It feels like forever ago since we did this. Like it never happened.”
His body covered mine. “Oh, it happened. I’ve thought about it every day for nine months.”
“Poor baby,” I teased.
“Now, where was I?” He swooped down to kiss each nipple before going down, where he stayed. Long enough for me to orgasm for the first time since he’d last touched me.
Panting, I closed my eyes. I felt his head hit the pillow next to mine. “That look on your beautiful face will always be my greatest work of art,” he whispered in my ear.