Текст книги "Take Me There: A Collection of Short Erotic Reads"

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THREE

I was in the middle of a really hot dream. Isabella was bent over the couch; her pussy lips were wet and swollen, begging for attention. I stood behind her, slowly rubbing my cock as I stared at her.

“Please, Collin,” she begged with a glance over her shoulder. “I need your monster dick in my pussy. Now.”

“Tell me what I want to hear,” I teased her. She knew what she had to tell me if she wanted me inside her. It was the only way to get her to admit her feelings.

“Please,” she tried again instead of giving me what I needed to hear.

I closed the distance between us and ran my finger through her wetness up to her asshole. I applied pressure there, watching as her muscles relaxed and slowly allowed my finger to dip inside. Fuck, she was so tight and hot there. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock. I wanted to fuck her there so badly.

“Tell me, Isabella.” The words were strained. I was dangerously close to losing it and coming all over her heart-shaped ass.

“I love you. Only you. Forever,” she said breathlessly, as my finger fucked her ass.

A warmth spread through me when I heard those words. I loved her too; she was my everything. The last three months with her had been heaven and hell wrapped into one. I wanted to be with her in every way imaginable, but she was still married to my father. Still sleeping in his bed although she claimed he wasn’t fucking her.

With my finger still moving inside her ass, I positioned myself and drove into her warm, wet sheath. Her head flew back and she cried out in pleasure.

As I moved inside her, I realized she was growing wetter and wetter by the minute. And holy hell, her pussy was sucking me in like a fucking super charged vacuum.

Suddenly my eyes flew open, my heart still racing. The arousal from my dream still lingered, but it grew exponentially when I realized that it wasn’t dream Isabella’s pussy sucking my cock. It was real life Isabella’s mouth.

She pulled back and released me from her mouth. “I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up.”

Before I could answer, she went back to her task and any words I might have uttered died on my lips.

“Fuck yeah,” I muttered when she sucked one of my balls into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue.

“I want you to eat me,” she whispered as she crawled up my body, removing her nightgown on the way. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she moved. I reached up to cup them, my thumbs running back and forth over her nipples.

“What about my dad?” I asked softly, aware that he was just down the hall.

“I don’t care about him. I need you, Collin.”

She whimpered when I pinched her nipples hard, just the way she liked. Straddling me, she rocked her pussy back and forth on my chest, marking me with her juices. She then moved up my body until her knees were on either side of my head, her pussy hovering over my mouth.

My tongue snaked out and tasted her. I made a sound in the back of my throat that showed my appreciation for her flavor. She loved when I was vocal while eating her, and I wanted nothing more than to please her in every way.

“I love riding your face,” she gasped as I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it in quick succession. I hummed my consent against her folds and continued exploring her.

She was so primed from blowing me that it didn’t take long before I had her panting and moving wildly against my tongue and fingers. Wanting to try the move from my dream, I gathered her juices with my index finger and teased the puckered hole of her ass. When Isabella bucked harder at the contact, I slid the digit in up to my first knuckle then slowly dragged it out before pushing back in a little deeper.

“Oh God,” she cried out and came in a rush against my face. I lapped at her, getting every last drop, until she slumped against the headboard of my bed.

My hands gripped and kneaded her ass as she came back down from her orgasm.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” she asked as she crawled back down the bed to lie next to me. Her fingernails dragged down my chest and back up. “It wasn’t another girl was it?”

Was that jealousy I heard in her voice? I felt my chest puff up a bit at that idea.

“No. I was dreaming of doing it to you when you woke me up,” I admitted.

“Good. I know I’ve said it before Collin, but I mean it. I don’t want you with anyone else. This cock is mine and mine alone. Do you understand?” She squeezed my cock, and I winced from her manhandling.

“You’re the only one I want, Isabella. I… I love you,” I stammered out my confessed feelings for her.

After the first time we had sex on the kitchen table, Isabella had told me in the shower that I needed to stop seeing Heather if I still wanted to fuck her. Of course I agreed. Even if she hadn’t given me the ultimatum, I wouldn’t have wanted another girl after everything I’d experienced that night.

“I love you too, my sweet boy. So, so much. That’s why your father can never know about us. He wouldn’t understand, and he’d try to take me away from you,” she spoke firmly against my skin as her lips trailed down my chest.

My hand cupped her cheek and forced her gaze to mine. “I’ll never leave you,” I told her with conviction.

Relief flashed across her face before she gave me a mischievous smile. “Good boy. Now let’s try something different. You gave me a great idea with your little stunt earlier.”

Isabella maneuvered her body so she was straddling my hips with her back to me. She rose up on her knees and reached between us to guide me to her. Slowly lowering herself onto my once again erect dick, she ground down on my pelvis making me see stars.

Bending over at the waist she began riding me—reverse cowgirl.

Fantastic.

I gripped her hips and thrust mine up in time with her movements.

“Give me your finger,” she breathed in between little hip circles that had my toes curling. She leaned back and sucked my digit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. When she let it go, she leaned forward, and instructed me, “Now be a good boy and fuck my ass.”

My dick swelled inside her as I fought my impending orgasm. I loved when she talked dirty to me. Maybe a little too much seeing as I was already about to come.

Doing as she asked, I slipped my index finger into her puckered hole. Each thrust brought me a little further inside. Inserting a second finger, I felt my dick through the thin membrane. It sent a jolt of electricity through my body each time I pressed down against it.

“God, Collin. Keep doing that.”

I happily obliged and let her rocking rhythm take me to the edge. “I need to come, Isabella,” I warned her.

“Not until I come. You know the rules.” She slapped my thigh and sped up her movements. It only served to bring me closer to the brink. Closing my eyes, I gritted my teeth and concentrated on holding back my impending orgasm. It would be so easy to let the pleasure consume me. I wanted it so very badly.

Adding a third finger, I then focused on bringing her pleasure in an effort to prolong my own. Isabella’s entire body tensed and bucked with her orgasm. She bit down on her knuckles trying to keep her moans and screams quiet.

When her pussy muscles milked my cock, I let go and came in short, hot bursts inside her.

No matter how many times we had sex, I was constantly blown away by how good it could be. I was growing addicted to the feeling. A few months earlier, I had even lost all train of thought during my final exams. All I could think about was getting home and having a few hours alone with Isabella before my dad got out of work. Thankfully my final report card for senior year showed that I hadn’t completely tanked. It would have been hard to explain that one to my dad.

Stroking the soft skin of her back, I rode the lingering waves of my release. Isabella placed a light kiss to my leg before climbing off me. I watched with a sense of pride as my cum leaked slowly down her inner thigh. It had my dick stirring yet again, knowing that I had branded her.

“What are we going to do in a few weeks when I leave for school?” I asked Isabella, as she pulled her nightgown over her head and slipped on a robe.

I chose a college only a few hours away so that I’d be closer to her. I wasn’t ready to leave her. My father questioned why I went with my backup school at the last minute. I shrugged and gave him an evasive answer about rooming with my long-time friend, Brad. As the weeks ticked by, a sense of unease settled in my stomach. I wasn’t ready to break our connection, especially not five days a week. I was used to seeing her every day, and touching her most nights.

“We’ll make it work,” she promised with a small smile. “I’ll come visit whenever I can, and you can always come home on the weekends.”

She pulled my covers over my still naked body and brushed her lips against mine before straightening. “Now, sleep like a good boy. You’ll need your rest for what I have planned for us tomorrow.”

“I love you,” I called to her just as she reached my door.

She hesitated for the briefest of moments before whispering, “I love you too, Collin.”

FOUR

“You’re fucking your mom?” Brad asked, his shocked expression matching his tone.

I punched his arm hard and grit out, “She’s not my mom, asshole.”

“Huh,” he mumbled as he rubbed his arm. “Is it good?”

“Fantastic.”

“Is that why you keep going home on weekends? So you can fuck her?”

“I guess.” I shrugged, not wanting to tell him I was completely in love with Isabella. She sent me texts throughout the week when we couldn’t be together—some with naked pictures—and she called me when she had time and I wasn’t in class. We also snuck away every chance we got on the weekends whenever I went home to visit.

The only reason Brad even knew anything about Isabella was because he caught us fucking in the bathroom of our dorm the night before.

Isabella had ventured down on a weeklong “girls trip” for shopping. She was staying in a hotel across town, but wanted to meet me at the dorm to see how I lived. One thing led to another and well, he caught me with my pants down. Literally.

“Wow.” He whistled low. “I have to admit I’ve thought about her a time or two.”

“Fuck you,” I pushed out past a locked jaw.

“Shit, bro. Settle down.”

“Sorry. I got a lot of shit on my mind. I need to go meet Isabella. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He winked at me as I started to walk away. “No worries, man. I’d stay out all night too if I was hittin’ that.”

I flipped him off right before the door closed.

*****

“He said what?” Isabella asked around a bite of her sandwich. We had ordered room service after having sex and were now lounging in robes while eating.

“Do I have to repeat it?” I hated the idea of Brad fantasizing about Isabella. She was mine dammit.

“So let me get this straight. Your friend Brad wants to fuck me?”

“Yes,” I said begrudgingly.

Isabella set her sandwich down and rose up onto her knees. She pulled her robe off and crawled over to me. I watched as she opened my robe, my cock rising to attention as she worked.

Reaching down, she licked me root to tip. Damn, I loved when she did that.

“I’m turned on, Collin. Do you want to know why?”

“Why?” I croaked out.

“Because I want to fuck you and your friend at the same time. I want his cock in my mouth while yours is in my pussy. Do you want that too?”

I shook my head, and she sucked me all the way into the back of her throat. I didn’t want to share her. I hated that she still slept in the same bed as my father. Although she promised me that they were only sleeping together, nothing more.

She pulled back and looked at me with heated eyes. “Feel how wet I am.”

I reached out and ran my finger through her folds. She was indeed wet. And hot. And ready.

“I’m wet thinking about you pleasing me, Collin. You want to give me what I want. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, as I inserted a finger inside her.

She went back to sucking me. I was just about to come in her mouth, when she pulled back and looked up at me again. “Please, Collin. I need this. Will you please give it to me?”

Before I could answer she sucked hard again and my balls tightened painfully. Fuck, that was so fucking good.

“Please,” she whimpered in between sucks.

Shit, but I didn’t want to see Brad’s junk. And I sure as hell didn’t want it in her mouth. But if that’s what she really wanted, how could I tell her no? I didn’t want her to walk away from me. I needed her. Why couldn’t she want a threesome with another girl? It would make things so much easier.

“Please,” she repeated, then latched onto my dick, sucking like it was a damn baby bottle.

“Okay!” I screamed, then shot my cum straight down her throat.

Slumping down on the bed, I closed my eyes as she licked at my cock, cleaning up every last ounce of my release.

My phone was suddenly on my chest as she tossed it there. “You promised,” she pouted.

Reluctantly, I sent a text to Brad asking him if he was available. His reply was instant.

Brad: Yeah

Me: Want to hang with me and Isabella?

The next reply took a few minutes.

Brad: You shitting me?

Me: No. She wants it.

Brad: Fuck yeah. I’ll be there in ten.

I set my phone down and looked at the still naked Isabella. She was watching me intently and chewing on her lip. God, I wanted to fuck her.

“What did he say?” she asked sounding anxious.

“He’ll be here in ten.”

She gave me a radiant smile and lunged at me. “We better get started then.”

*****

“Your mother has a mouth of sin,” Brad grunted, as he stood on the side of the bed fucking Isabella’s face. Her head was turned towards him, and I had to admit that from my position between her spread legs, it was pretty fucking hot to watch her lips stretch around his shaft.

I ignored the comment about Isabella being my mother and went back to devouring her pussy. She was so wet that it was leaking down the crack of her ass and onto the sheets. I guess having Brad there really was a turn on for her. Truth be told, it was actually making me pretty hard, and I hadn’t ever thought that would be the case.

I pulled my mouth away long enough to instruct him, “Tongue her nipples. She’s about to come.”

Brad pulled out of her mouth temporarily and gripped her breast, bringing it to his mouth. His tongue flicked out rapidly making Isabella moan. Head down, I started making a similar motion with my tongue on her clit, causing her to detonate. Isabella’s heels dug into my back. Her pussy spasmed over and over again, while her back arched off the bed.

“Holy shit,” she panted.

Brad groaned from where he now stood at the bottom of the bed. He was working his cock and staring at her still convulsing pussy.

“Can I taste her?” he asked in an agonized tone. I knew the feeling all too well from mine and Isabella’s earlier encounters.

“Yes,” Isabella answered.

Brad shouldered me out of the way before I could protest and took a swipe through her wetness. She gripped his hair, holding him in place, so he would continue. He moaned in ecstasy, and I felt my chest tighten in jealousy.

“Can I fuck her?” his words were muffled as he continued to eat her out.

“No,” I ground out.

“Yes, Collin. I want him in my pussy and you in my ass,” Isabella chimed in at the same time.

Brad looked up at me in excited disbelief as he thrust two fingers inside her. I felt my chest tighten even further at the thought of him enjoying what was mine, especially since he seemed so excited about the idea.

“You want me happy, Collin, don’t you?” Her red, swollen lips pouted, and I resisted the urge to kiss that pretty little mouth.

“You said he was just going to fuck your mouth,” I complained. “Now you want me to share your pussy? If you won’t share my cock, then why should I have to share?”

Isabella’s face was focused on me, but her eyes were glazed over with lust as her chest rose and fell with each labored breath she took. I knew that look. She was close to coming again.

“Please,” she whimpered right before her eyes rolled back in her head, and she clutched Brad’s hair through the length of her second orgasm.

Brad sat up with a shit-eating grin on his face. His hair was a mess and his dick was practically purple from how hard he was squeezing it. He reached down to where his discarded jeans lay on the floor and fished out two condoms from the pocket. He tossed me one while he rolled the other down his length.

I was still staring at the foil packet when he positioned himself on the bed and Isabella moved to straddle him.

“Lube is in the bag, Collin.” She gestured to her overnight bag on the floor.

Not wanting to be completely left out of the action, I swiftly moved to the bag and found the bottle. Spreading it over my condom-covered dick, I poured some down her ass crack and worked a finger into her tight hole.

Isabella was already moving up and down Brad’s cock when I knelt behind her on the bed. She tilted her ass up as far as she could to give me easy access. Spreading her cheeks wide, I took a deep breath preparing myself for what I knew was going to be heaven.

Slowly pushing past the first ring of muscles, my teeth ground together as I fought blowing my load. She was impossibly tight. Like a fist around my cock squeezing and milking me, and I was barely inside her.

I pulled back and then pushed forward again. I was about to repeat the motions when she slammed back against me, forcing me to plunge into her all the way to the root.

“Jesus!” I shouted at the same time she moaned, “Oh God.”

The three of us moved in unison and it was as good as it was bad. Feeling her grip me to within an inch of my life was exhilarating. Feeling Brad’s wide cock move inside her as I was pulling out was maddening. I didn’t want to like it, but I did. It was so much better than when I felt my fingers there.

“I’m… I’m…,” I stuttered as the first wave of my release hit me like a brick wall. My hips thrust quickly as I unloaded myself into the condom.

Keeping myself connected to her as she continued to ride Brad expertly, I watched as he shouted his release. Isabella’s hand went between her legs and worked her clit, tipping herself over the edge seconds later.

We all collapsed into a heap on the bed. Brad’s hands were dangerously close to my junk, but I didn’t have it in me to care. I was wrecked. Ruined.

Pressing a kiss to Isabella’s shoulder, I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Even if it meant sharing her with my best friend.

FIVE

Two days later, I hustled from my Economics class wanting to get to my dorm room as quickly as possible. The professor had made us all stay while he ranted about our poor test grades. Now I was late to meet Isabella on her last night in town.

I took the stairs to the third floor two at a time. Gripping the doorknob, I pushed the door open as a girl named Megan called out a hello from down the hall. I waved at her then turned to enter my room, coming to an abrupt halt. There was Isabella bouncing up and down on Brad’s dick. His hands cupped her breasts and by the looks of it, they had been going at it for some time.

“What the fuck?” I shouted. My face grew red with anger, and I started across the room hell bent on punching my so-called friend in the fucking face. Before I could get to Brad, Isabella put her hand out to stop me.

“Stop right there, Collin,” she warned.

I let out a laugh of disbelief. Here she was sitting on top of my best friend since first grade, with his dick inside her, telling me to stop what I was doing?

“Why?” I forced out past my tight throat. My heart was constricting painfully in my chest at the realization that I didn’t mean as much to her as she did to me.

“We didn’t plan it,” she explained. “Instead of being mad, let me finish and then we’ll take care of you.”

I shook my head at her words. “Are you kidding me?” I asked incredulously.

“No. Brad here was about to make me come. Now be a good boy and undress for me. I want to see your big fucking cock while I come on him.” She raised and lowered herself on him, never breaking eye contact with me. Her throaty moan had my dick twitching.

I watched them fuck for a minute, before finally breaking down and undressing. I was still angry, but there was no way in hell I was going to let him have her. The fight that was due to be had could wait until we all got off. My need to please her overrode all common sense sometimes.

I knelt on the bottom of the bed, stroking my cock as Brad’s hands gripped her waist and guided her over his cock.

“Do you like watching me fuck him, Collin? Do you wish it was your cock inside me?”

I groaned and nodded, loving how wild she looked bucking on top of him.

Isabella’s cries of pleasure echoed through the room as she came around him, the whole time her eyes locked on mine.

Before Brad could finish, she lifted herself off him and came over to me. Her hands gripped my cock and stroked me gently at first and then roughly.

“You want to fuck me, Collin?” she whispered in my ear, right before her tongue flicked my lobe.

“Yes,” I practically whimpered.

“Good.” She turned around and positioned herself in front of me on all fours. God, she was a sight. All wet and swollen and just calling out to me.

I didn’t waste any time plunging into her depths. Once I had my rhythm, she pulled the condom from Brad’s dick, and he positioned himself in front of her so he could fuck her mouth.

For the longest time, the only sounds in the room were our harsh breaths, skin slapping and the occasional moan or grunt. It was every man’s dream.

Isabella was sin. I just hoped I wasn’t going to hell for loving her the way I did.

Brad was the first to lose control, pumping his cum all over Isabella’s chin and chest. The sight of it was so damn erotic, that I found myself following right behind him. Thankfully, Isabella was right there with me. Her pussy milking every last drop of cum from my body.

Afterward, we all collapsed into a pile on the bed and attempted to find our bearings. When I could finally talk, I said the first and only thing that came to mind.

“I don’t want to share you. No sex without me being a part of it,” I told her in the sternest tone I could muster. “If you won’t share me, then I expect the same courtesy.”

Her eyes appraised my face for several seconds before she nodded and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry.”

Two words was all it took to put my heart back together after the beating it took catching her with another man. I was in way over my head. Yet I couldn’t seem to care.

*****

“I can’t talk right now,” Isabella said lowly into the phone.

This was the third time I had called her that week. And that didn’t count the times I called the week before and she didn’t answer. She’d never ignored my calls or texts before.

Something was off. I knew it when she didn’t send me naked pics all week like she usually did.

After our interlude with Brad two months before, things had been great between us. She was constantly raising the bar in our lovemaking. New positions. New toys.

We even let Brad join us again after the day I caught them together. Only this time we each watched while she fucked the other one. After she got off with both of us, we all showered and she sucked us both off on her knees while the water flowed over us. It was sexy as fuck coming on her face and watching Brad do the same.

Everything we did was the stuff of really hot pornos. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

Now she was avoiding me, and I didn’t like it one bit.

“We need to talk,” I told her before she could hang up.

“Your father is home. I can’t.”

“Then call me after he goes to bed. I know he’s flying out to San Diego tomorrow for a conference. There’s no reason why we can’t see each other.”

“I don’t think we should,” she whispered.

“Why not?” I demanded to know. I wasn’t used to her holding back from me. It was driving me insane.

“I just… I can’t.” Her voice wobbled right before she hung up on me.

I threw my phone across the room where it landed with a soft thud on a pile of clothes. Pacing the small room, I ran my fingers through my hair and yanked in frustration. I needed Isabella. Going cold turkey without her wasn’t working for me.

I needed to see her beautiful blue eyes. Her long, silky hair that felt unbelievably amazing when it trailed over my skin. And her tight little pussy that always sent me into orbit.

Grabbing my keys from my desk, I jogged out of the dorm to my car. I could be home in two hours if traffic was good. Hopefully by then my dad would be sleeping.

*****

The sounds of moaning greeted me when I stepped inside the darkened house. Dread immediately settled into the pit of my stomach when I recognized what it was. It was the same sound I had overheard all those years ago.

Climbing the stairs, I found my dad’s bedroom door open. Warily, I took a step towards it and stopped dead at the sight that greeted me.

Isabella was on her hands and knees while my father plowed into her from behind. Sweat ran down both of their bodies as they fucked each other hard.

“Yes, Robert!” Isabella called out. “Right there. Oh fuck me, Robert. You’re so good, baby.”

Her words of praise aimed at another man made my blood run cold.

“Yeah, Belle. Sweet little cunt keeps getting better and better,” my dad returned on a wild thrust.

My stomach churned at his words. Turning on my heels, I ran down the steps not caring if they heard me. By the sounds of it, they were too caught up in climaxing to notice anything anyway. Outside in the garage, I punched the wall and cursed. The bitch had lied to me. This whole time she swore I was the only one she was sleeping with—Brad notwithstanding.

Digging old bottles of liquor out of the hiding spot where I had once squirreled them away, I quickly made my way down to the creek that bordered our property and sat on the shoreline.

Tipping back the bottle of whiskey, I welcomed the burn. It was better than feeling the pain of betrayal. I couldn’t believe I had been stupid enough to think I was enough for her. To think that she loved me as much as I loved her.

Grabbing my phone out of my back pocket, I sent a text to Isabella telling her she was a whore. Then I scrolled down to Megan, the cute redhead that lived on the floor below us in the dorm. Pressing send, I listened as it rang. When voicemail came on, I cleared my throat and told her I changed my mind about hanging out this weekend. If Isabella was free game, then so was I. I was done being dictated to and used for my cock.

I snickered at that. What eighteen-year old doesn’t want to get used for that? I certainly hadn’t minded when it was happening. It was just that I hadn’t expected to fall in love with such an evil bitch.

“Well, fuck her!” I shouted into the night air.

A half a bottle of whiskey and half a bottle of gin later, I was trashed. At some point, I even passed out.

Coming to in the early hours of the morning, I stumbled into the house and upstairs to my bedroom. Oblivious to the world around me, I didn’t see Isabella sitting on the couch waiting for me with tears rolling down her cheeks. Then again, even if I had, I wouldn’t have given a shit.

*****

Isabella was sobbing softly at the kitchen table when I made my way downstairs the next morning, bleary-eyed and hungover. I gave her a look of disdain before grabbing the pot of coffee and pouring myself a mug.

“Please sit,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper when I moved to leave the kitchen.

“Why should I?” I asked disgruntledly.

“Because you love me,” was her answer.

I let out a humorless laugh and shook my head.

“Love isn’t screwing my father behind my back after we promised not to sleep with anyone else.”

“I didn’t lie to you when I told you I wasn’t sleeping with your father,” she protested.

“Really? That’s funny because it sure as hell looked like his cock was stuffed inside you last night,” I replied sarcastically.

“Collin, you don’t understand.” She stood up and stepped towards me, but stopped when I moved back. “I was trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?”

“I’m pregnant!” she yelled, right before she burst into tears.

Instead of wrapping her in my arms and consoling her like I should have, I stood motionless in complete and utter shock.

“Who’s the father?” I asked in a low and deceptively calm voice.

She looked up at me with a tear-stained face, and my heart broke at the sadness in her eyes. “You are.”

“How could you know that? You slept with Brad, my dad, and God knows who else.” This couldn’t be happening. I was eighteen years old for God’s sake. I was too young to be a father. I didn’t even have a job.

And what the hell would my father say about this? He was going to kick my ass and cut me off for sure.

“You’re the only one I’ve had unprotected sex with, and I wasn’t with either of them during my ovulation cycle,” she explained.

She may as well have been speaking Chinese for all I knew. My head was spinning with her announcement.

“You said you were on the pill.” Wasn’t birth control effective, dammit?

“I am.”

“Then how did this happen?” I gripped my hair in frustration.

“I don’t know! No contraceptive is a hundred percent effective!” she yelled.

I sank down into a chair and watched in a daze as she followed suit.

“What are we going to do?” I asked her.

“I’m going to tell your father it’s his. That’s why I’ve been sleeping with him the last few weeks. So he’ll think it’s true.”

“You think I’m going to sit back and let my father raise my own child?” Anger and resentment replaced the fear I had been feeling. I deserved a chance to know my child. To have it call me Dad, and my father Grandpa.

Fuck, this was a mess.

“You can’t support the two of us, Collin. Think about it. This was all wrong from the beginning. I should have never given into these feelings for you. I should have known better.” Her head fell forward, and her body shook as she started crying again.

This time I leaned into her and took her in my arms. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

She burrowed her head into my neck and held onto me tightly. My hand ran over her back; eventually her tears subsided and she relaxed into me.

I peppered soft kisses along her cheek and down her neck. I missed her and wanted her so badly. Something deep down inside me needed to brand her knowing she was carrying my child. I didn’t understand it, but it was driving my actions.