Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
She opens her mouth and strokes her tongue along me, and then starts moving her head up and down, making gagging noises on my dick as she rubs her spit and my precome all over my length. Her tits are bouncing as I lose myself, pumping into her deeper, knowing I can’t stop.
Oh, fuck, yes, so hot, so warm, so mine…
I erupt into her mouth. She makes choking noises. Then, oh, fuck, her neck starts to shift as she swallows my load. I keep coming, like my body has been waiting for this moment and is giving everything it has. I’m drilling her mouth obsessively, just like I hammered her pussy. Finally, she pulls away from me, wiping her mouth, a glint of victory in her eyes.
“You owned me,” I tell her, my dick wilting but not for long. I can already feel a tickle of pleasure, a need for her rising.
“Before we do anything else,” she whispers. “I need to tell you something, and I just need to say it. Okay? Just blurt it out because otherwise, I won’t. So… right… just listen…”
I sit on the bed, feeling much too natural being naked around her. It’s not like the first time. It’s like we’re getting more and more used to the guilt, to living with the demons, which makes it all so much worse.
When I take her hand, she holds onto me like she thinks I will start running any second.
“I’m pregnant,” she says.
I laugh, and then I’m grinning from ear to ear. Finally, after all these years, I have a purpose beyond fighting, beyond the cage. My family. My future. I cheer and pull her into my arms. She’s laughing as I spin her around the room. I’m smiling wider than I ever have in my life. I feel bright and different. It’s like a soul is burning in my chest for the first time ever.
“A baby,” I say, putting her down.
She’s crying, staring up at me, both of us partially naked. “You’re happy?”
“Yes,” I say, laughing, feeling high on her, on life.
“But what about—”
A knock at the door startles us both. Then, Brad’s voice, and I wonder if Vanessa was right all those times she’d prayed over and over, clasping her beads and shuddering as if she was on the verge of a fit. “Mary, you awake?”
Another knock, and my smile fades. My soul, if there was one, dies. What the fuck am I thinking? I would be happy if the world were different and Brad wasn’t my best friend, my only real friend. If the one woman I ever cared about wasn’t almost half my age.
I raise my finger to Mary to tell her not to answer, but she panics before I can. “Uh, yeah.”
Crap.
“Can I come in? I need to talk. It’s important.”
I lean in, lowering my voice to barely above a whisper. “We have to tell him.”
“Not now,” she says, her voice low.
“Mary?” he calls.
“What other choice is there?” I snap.
“I’m sorry, Rust. Please, you have to hide.”
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
MARY
I open the door, trying to smile at my big brother, knowing his best friend is hiding in the bathroom and that we just shared the most beautiful moment of my life. Rust lit up for me, cheered, and spun me around. For a few blissful seconds, it was like a fairy tale, like everything I had ever dreamed of or wished for was finally coming true.
Now, it’s breaking apart. How could Rust expect me to just tell Brad now, like this? I can still feel the stickiness on my breasts, still taste Rust’s come on my tongue.
Brad walks in wearing his gym gear, completely oblivious that, a few feet away, Rust is seething that he has to hide. I shut the door, glad when Brad walks to the other side of the bed, the furthest point from the bathroom. He sits in the chair near the window.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah, I mean, well, mostly. I just wanted to speak to you about something I overheard.”
My belly tightens as I sit on the bed. This is so much worse now that he heard us. It drives home the sneaking around so much more, making it seem grosser and more of a violation.
“I should’ve told you weeks ago.”
Wait, weeks? Did he somehow overhear us the first time? Was he home without me knowing? But that doesn’t make any sense. He was in Vegas with our deadbeat dad.
“Okay…”
“It was late. I came home quietly, not wanting to wake you up, but I heard Mom’s voice, Mary. I heard her talking directly to you. The stuff she was saying about morality. The words she was using about women were so… wrong.”
I turn away, unable to look at him. This instinct cuts deep, all the way to the first time I found the DVD with the note from Mommy telling me never to show them or let them know. “This is our secret,” she says at the end of the video, with that captivating wink and that easy smile.