Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Axel barked out a laugh. “You’re fucking pussy whipped, bro.” He snickered.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “At least I’m getting pussy,” I retorted. He rolled his eyes at me. He knew I was just giving him shit. Axel wasn’t one for sleeping around.
We all looked over when the music suddenly started. Meghan and the other three began to dance, but my eyes were solely locked on the woman I got to call mine.
“Fuck,” Axel breathed. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch, Julian.”
A smirk twisted my lips. “Fuck, I know.” I was already extremely hard for Meghan. I couldn’t ever seem to get enough of her. I resisted the urge to reach down and adjust my cock, watching as she got down on her knees and rolled her body along the ground, that perfect ass of hers popping up in the air.
Christ, I wanted her. I would always want her, especially when she danced like that.
Suddenly, one of the girls fucked up on a step and fell down. Meghan moved to stop herself from stepping on the girl’s arm and slipped, falling to her hands and knees on the ground.
I instantly rushed over and knelt in front of Meghan as she sat on her ass in the grass, her knees pulled up a little bit as she rested her forearms on her knees, letting her hands dangle. “You good?” I asked her as I ran my eyes over her.
She nodded as she closed her eyes and pressed the heels of her hand to her forehead. Her face was pale, and she was drawing in deep, even breaths, a sure sign she was on the verge of throwing up.
“What about me?!” the girl that caused Meghan to fall wailed as she held her ankle. It was quickly swelling, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Nobody fucking cares,” I snarled at her. She blanched at the anger in my voice. Axel rolled his eyes at me as he knelt in front of the girl. I turned my attention back to Meghan as Vincent knelt beside her. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I demanded to know as I reached out and placed my hand over her knee.
She gagged. Vincent quickly blocked everyone’s view of her with his massive body as she quickly leaned over and emptied her stomach. I protectively curled my body over hers and pressed my hand to her belly, gently rubbing, hoping it would calm the churning in her stomach.
“I’m done for the day,” she mumbled as she leaned back into me, her eyes closed. Her face was still pretty pale.
Looked like it was another soup night for her.
I gently lifted her into my arms and cradled her against my chest. Vincent grabbed her bag and shrugged it on his shoulders. Axel rolled his eyes at me, looking annoyed by the dramatic girl he was helping. “Let me know how she’s doing,” he told me as he looked at Meghan. “I’ll get this one to the trainer’s.”
I nodded once and strode off, ignoring the girl’s whining behind me. Since Joey and Axel had been informed of Meghan’s pregnancy, they had become extremely protective of her, especially after everything that she had already gone through. It helped to have a team looking after her.
My phone pinged with a text as soon as I set Meghan in the passenger seat of my car. Vincent’s went off a second later.
It was a picture of Meghan getting sick on the field. I was wrapped around her, and the other three girls were still focused on the fact that the blonde one had probably fucked her ankle up.
“What the fuck?” Vincent asked as he stared at his phone. “Did you get this picture?” he asked as he flashed his phone at me.
Another text came through a moment later that made my blood boil.
* * *
Pregnant and a slut. Classic story.
* * *
“Fuck!” I roared. Meghan didn’t even bother looking at her phone when it went off. “What the fuck is everyone’s goddamn obsession with my woman?!” I barked. “We’re getting ready to graduate in a few damn months, and yet somebody still wants to act like we’re still in high school!”
“I want to go home,” Meghan said as she stared out the windshield, not bothering to look at me.
I clenched my jaw and stormed around the front of my car to get into the driver’s seat. I clenched my hands around the steering wheel and drew in a deep breath, trying my best to lock away the angry beast that wanted to be let loose.
This shit was fucking ridiculous. We were grown, for fuck’s sake. Why the fuck was someone still doing high school shit?
It was time to pay Connie a visit.
And by the time I fucking got done with her, the bitch would be lucky if she didn’t fucking need therapy.