Gwen grabs my wrist and I pull my fingers from her. She pulls them up to her mouth and sucks one digit into her mouth, causing me to groan because it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She releases it with a pop and then kisses me, letting me taste her. Fuck, this girl undoes me. I grab my wallet out of my jeans pocket. Gwen grabs it from me, pulls the condom out, and while I rip open my jeans, she opens the packet.
Once my cock is out, Gwen slides it down and then she’s positioning herself over me and sinks down on my dick. We both groan together as she begins to ride me. Behind me, she grabs on to the back of the sofa as she moves above me. The fact that we’re both fully clothed makes it hotter.
“You know how to ride my cock, don’t you?” Her eyes are closed, but still she nods. I grab onto her hips and then slide my hands down until I encounter her bare ass. With a cheek in each hand I begin fucking up into her. “Rub your clit, baby.”
I watch as she reaches between her legs, making little circles. She opens her eyes, holding my stare as I feel her begin to come. Gwen’s mouth opens in a wordless cry, but I can feel how hot, wet, and tight she gets. I pull her down, kissing her as I begin to pump once, twice, and then plant myself deep. I grab her lip with my teeth, not hard enough to hurt, but enough that she gives a little moan.
Gwen collapses on my chest and I wrap my arms around her. “It just keeps getting better and better.” I kiss her forehead. “I take it you’ll move in with me?”
She pushes up, her hair creating a curtain of strawberry blonde around us. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.” Her smile is breathtaking, and I pull her down for a kiss.
“I know this is kind of awkward to talk about, but what if we did away with condoms? I’ll get tested and if you want to get tested, and once we get the results back, we can ditch them.”
“Really? Oh wow, well I need to go on birth control first. I haven’t really had a need for it, but I’m happy to do it.”
I pull her down for another kiss. “That’s good, baby. Now why don’t we get cleaned up, hop on the bike, and go grab dinner at this great little crab shack in San Jose.”
“That sounds great.” She kisses me before hopping up and disappearing down the hall.
Twenty-Two
Gwen
This week is another week that Maverick is working crazy hours. We’ve barely seen each other, but it’s probably a good thing because—well, let me start from the beginning of the week.
First, they questioned Tawney, but she denied having anything to do with what happened to my car. I think she’s a liar and I’m a hundred percent sure it was her, but without proof, I can’t do anything.
Dad made me promise that I would behave myself and since I don’t want to go back to jail, I can do that. I saw her the day after they talked to her at the grocery store, and luckily, she stayed far away from me.
I still didn’t have my car back—I’ve been using Maverick’s Jeep. It’s been fun driving around with the top off, the wind blowing in my hair, and Butch as my companion.
I called my gynecologist to schedule an appointment to get on the pill, but when I hung up, it hit me that my period was almost two weeks late. It’s happened before due to stress, and since I’ve been home, it’s been one stressful thing after another.
I decided to buy a pregnancy test anyway and did it in the bathroom at Bertha’s Café. The test came back positive thirty seconds in. The other two tests were the same, and I wrapped them in paper towels, burying them in the trashcan.
I kept it together as I drove back to Maverick’s, or I should say our place, even though I hadn’t moved my stuff in yet. I kept it together until I crawled onto our bed and cried. I never saw myself as a mom, always assuming I’d be traveling the rest of my life.
Maverick certainly didn’t seem like the kid having type. We’ve been so careful, I didn’t know how it happened. He was going to kick me out when I told him, or at least that’s what I convinced myself.
Luckily, I was asleep before Maverick got home that night. I woke up sometime in the night and his hand was covering my stomach. He woke up when I rolled over, in his arms, and we ended up making love. Afterward, we thankfully both fell back asleep.
I’ve been avoiding him since. At least until my appointment with the gynecologist which is where I am now.
“Gwen?” I look up at the nurse who comes to get me. Luckily, I don’t know her because people in this town can sometimes be gossipers. I follow her into the back and she weighs me before leading me to the bathroom. “We need a urine sample. The instructions are on the metal door. Make sure to write your name on the cup. When you come out, you’re in room two.”
After I pee in the cup, I head into the exam room and sit on the table so the nurse can take my vitals.
“Okay, go ahead and get undressed. Gown open in the front and paper drape over your lap. It says that you want to get a prescription for birth control pills?”
“Um… well I did, but I’m about ninety-nine percent sure that I’m pregnant. I’ll need whatever kind of exam that confirms it.” I’m proud of myself for being so calm.
She steps out after I tell her when my last period was. While I wait, I quickly change into the itchy gown and then climb back on the table, covering my lap with the paper drape.
A few minutes later there’s a knock on the door and Dr. Rice steps inside the room. “Hi, Gwen. How’re we doing?” She’s been my doctor since I was sixteen.
“I’m okay, freaking out a little bit.” I pick at my thumbnail.
She pulls her stool over and sits down by me. “I take it this was not a planned pregnancy.”
I shake my head.
“Do you need me to refer you to a clinic?”
Did I? Or did I keep it and possibly end up raising this baby alone? Of course, I won’t truly be alone because my family would be there. “No, I’m keeping the baby.”
Dr. Rice nods and then begins the exam. When she’s finished, she has determined I’m seven and a half weeks along, she’s done an STD screening, scheduled some lab work, and gave me a prescription for prenatal vitamins.
On my way out, I schedule my next appointment. I tuck the card in my wallet as I step out of the office. When I reach Maverick’s Jeep, I hear my name being called, and my baby daddy is coming toward me, looking fine as hell, as usual, in his uniform.
“What’s up, baby?” He pulls me into his arms, hugging me tight. “I’ve missed you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in a week,” Maverick tells me, and it’s true we haven’t seen each other except when we have sex late at night.
I smile up at him, and he kisses my lips. “Did you just have your appointment?”
I try to keep my voice calm. “I did.”
“Well, how did it go?” He brushes my hair back and rubs his thumb back and forth over my cheek.
“It was good. I got my prescription and was heading to the pharmacy to fill it.” I smile up at him. “I’m so happy you’re off for the next three days. Just to warn you, I’m not letting you out of bed.” My smile is cheeky, and he bites at my neck, causing me to squeal.