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As soon as he says Hannah’s name, I immediately think about our families. We haven’t even met each other’s parents. I mean, they know who I am because I was on the volleyball team with Hannah, but no one has formally met. I haven’t even told my parents I’m dating anyone. This should be a good time. I’ll be introducing them to my boyfriend and telling them I’m pregnant.
Although, I doubt my mom will be disappointed. She’s been asking me when I’m going to have a baby since I graduated college.
“How are your parents going to feel about meeting me and then us telling them we’re having a baby?” I ask, hesitantly.
“Who the fuck cares. It’s not their life. It’s mine and I know I love you, so that’s all that matters,” he replies with such conviction that I think it should be my new mantra too.
Who the fuck cares.
“So how do we want to handle things at work?” I now ask, figuring he’s going to respond the same way. Dylan’s response to everything has been so unexpected, but so appreciated. He’s made this whole situation feel way less stressful than I thought it would be.
“Let me handle everything at work,” Dylan says, winking at me. “Now, onto more important things. I Googled sex and pregnancy while you were sleeping,” he admits and again he has me laughing.
“Why did you do that?”
“Our sex life has been pretty fucking amazing since I figured out how to make you scream and I really don’t want to give that up.” His hand slides up my side now, his fingers tracing a path along my ribs, up to my breast.
“And what did you find?” I ask, as his fingers circle my nipple, making me moan. I reach between us, my fingers closing around his already hard dick.
“It said that some women want to fuck all the time when they’re pregnant. I hope you’re one of them.” He groans out loud as my hand slowly starts to stroke him. “It also said that your nipples will become more responsive.” He takes one between his fingers and I swear it’s like a hardline right to my center. “Your nipples are so fucking hard. Tell me you’re wet, Tessa,” Dylan growls against my mouth, biting at my bottom lip.
“I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me hard,” I tell him. “Make me scream your name.” I slide my hand between my legs, pulling the covers back so he can watch as I get myself off. “I’m going to be one of those women,” I murmur, my hips moving in time with my fingers.
“Baby,” Dylan growls, grabbing for my hand and tasting the wetness on my fingers, “I need to be inside you. I want to mark you and fuck you and make you mine.”
“I’m already yours.”
I stand up, positioning myself so he can fuck me from behind as I bend over the edge of the bed. He wastes no time joining me, stopping only for a second to admire the view. His hands grip my hips, pulling me toward him and when he enters me, I moan out his name.
Our breathing grows labored, his fingers finding my clit, he presses hard, the sensation of his movements and his fingers nearly send me over the edge.
“Not yet, Tessa,” he barks, and there’s something about it that is so fucking sexy, so different to what we used to be. I want it to last forever. He drags his thumb through my wetness, grazing my clit as he goes, teasing me just enough. And before I know it, I feel his thumb pressing against my asshole, sending sparks flying, and everything that was building explodes.
I come hard, forcing my body harder against his dick, riding out my orgasm, each wave making me moan Dylan’s name. I know he’s close, but he stills me, his hands gripping my hips, he pulls out and turns me over. I watch as he wraps his hand around his impressive hard length, pumping fast as he spills himself onto my stomach.
“Fuck,” Dylan growls, a wolfish grin on his face as he looks me up and down. “I love the way you look with my come on you.”
“And I love watching you jerk yourself off to thoughts of my pussy,” I murmur, wetting my lips.
“Watch your mouth, baby or I’ll be fucking you again.”
“What kind of threat is that?” I ask, widening my legs.
Next thing I know, Dylan has me in his arms and we’re walking toward the bathroom. “It’s the kind of threat that I’m going to follow through on in the shower.”
A few hours later we’re on our way to work, running a little late, but I imagine Jack and Lauren will cut us some slack. Lauren texted me earlier this morning asking how things went. I really should have answered her, but I was a little preoccupied. Hopefully she’s not worried that things went to shit, since that’s the impression I gave her when I left. I really did think things were going to go south. She on the other hand was far more optimistic.
Instead of making her wait till we get there, I shoot her a quick text now, replying to her previous request for an update.
Me: All good!
Lauren: Yay! I knew it would be though. ;)
We pull into Somerville’s and Dylan is like a kid on Christmas. He can’t move fast enough, hopping out of the car and immediately running to open my door. He weaves his fingers through mine and practically pulls me in the direction of the cider house at Apple Jacks.
“Hey, Dylan, I thought we said we were going to wait to tell people, remember?” I say, as he looks over his shoulder at me.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but you said Jack and Tommy already know, so…” he replies, and his excitement is infectious. I can’t help but be giddy with excitement over our news too.
He bursts through the door causing everyone in the room to turn and look at us. It’s Jack, Tommy and a few of the other guys who work at Apple Jacks.
I have no idea what Dylan is about to do, but I’m absolutely certain it’s going to be over the top. And there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop him. He’s far too wound up and this secret is already waiting for him to scream it from the rooftops.
“Tessa’s pregnant!” he yells out, throwing his arms in the air, a huge beaming smile in his face and all I can do is laugh.
