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My racing thoughts spin and scramble, while the blood rushes in my ears, and then everything goes silent, as the cogs click into place on something so ominous, I want to throw up just thinking about it. “How old are you really?”
“Almost nineteen,” she squeaks.
I sink to my knees on the ground in front of her and lower my head to my hands with a groan. “You’re just akid? What the fuck were you doing in a bar, drinking? You had ID. It was… fake,”I mutter to myself, squeezing my eyes shut, as the urge to puke turns my stomach.
I recall her flashing a driver’s license at the bar staff, and then declaring herself old enough to take dick. “Why would you…?” I ask her. “Was it a dare? See who could score the oldest guy? Did you win? I’m forty-fucking-three. I…Oh God,I’mmorethan twice your age. Double was bad enough, but this is unforgivable. I’m a fuckingpedo?”
My stomach’s empty, but I dry-heave at her feet, like the sick fuck I am, because I fucking loved every second my cock was in this young woman, and watching her feed my baby was giving my dick the fun-tingles literally moments ago. “I want to kick my ass so fucking hard right now,” I say with a groan. “Why didn’t youtellme?” I growl, staying low as I gaze up at her, so I don’t seem like a huge, daunting beast.
Jem stops chewing and tightens her jaw. “I wanted you to fuck me, and I was old enough to ask, so I did. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
I groan again and bend my head to her car door for stability. “I did. I fucking did. The condom broke, and I was going to tell you when you woke up, but I couldn’t find you anywhere,” I explain. “I looked, Little Miss. I found two Shelbys, at two department stores, but neither of them was you, and that was the only information I had to go on. I fucking drove the streets, searching for your face, but you weren’t out there.”
“I’m kind of a homebody and don’t get out much.” She shrugs. “And a broken condom makes a lot of sense, now that you say it, but unless you tore it open on purpose, my getting pregnant wasn’t your intention, so you don’t need to beat yourself up about it.”
What’s done is done, and she’s clearly adjusted to it, but she’s being too fucking kind. She needs to know the truth.
I sack up and meet her gaze. “It’s definitely my fault,” I confess. “Once I realized the condom was broken and you were full of cum, there was no point holding back when I wanted to come inside you again.”
Jem sits a little straighter, and the baby slips off her tit. Her nipple is so much thicker and darker than I remember, and the sight of a pale droplet forming on the tip before she gets the baby latched back on makes my dick take a lot more notice.
“You came inside me on purpose?” she asks, her voice strained.
I nod and wait for her to cuss me out, but her face isn’t angry.
Her lips are parted, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes look almost hopeful, for some reason. She looks almost excited that I filled her little cunt with spunk, and I stammer. “I… The damage was done, and you’d fallen asleep with my cock inside you, and you felt so fucking good. Knowing you’d taken my seed inside you, made me crave it even more, and I…”
She shivers, and I swear under my breath. I hold my hand to my chest. “I was going to talk to you about it in the morning, I swear. Take you to get the Plan-B pill, if you wanted it. But you weregone. I couldn’t find you anywhere, and I didn’t know what to think. I thought I scared you. Or hurt you. That maybe you fucking hated me, for doing all those things to you, when you were so sweet, and… Obviously, I’m a despicable fuckingpredator.” I scold myself for leaning in, putting a soothing hand on her leg, and wanting to repeat every fucking thing we did. I hurriedly pull my hand away.
“Iaskedyou to do those things to me,” she says in a cool tone.
“You didn’t ask me to fuck a baby into your young, little, virgin body,” I growl, hating the way my cock loves every part of that phrase.
I moan as my dick strains in my jeans, and I purposely twist, giving it a burning pinch with the denim, to settle it down.
“If I had asked for that, would you have done it?” she asks, taking me by surprise.
I want to sayno, but it would sound like the lie it is. “Yes,” I whisper instead.
She presses her lips together, nods, and leans back in her seat, to watch the baby nurse again.
“When I found out I was pregnant, I kind of pretended Ididask for that,” she says quietly, shifting on her ass a bit. “I liked the idea of having your baby a lot. So much so, I decided to keep her, even though I knew you and the rest of the world might look down on me for it.”
I open my mouth to reassure her, but she blows a bubble with her gum, and it’s a soul-crushing reminder of how inappropriately young she is. What is my sister going to say? I wouldn’t even let her date unchaperoned when she was eighteen.
“I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you,” she says softly. “I just wanted to have my shit together, so you could see I was self-sufficient and not after anything from you. Believe it or not, this little girl is one of the best things to happen to me. I’m finding success and enjoying motherhood, and I’m happy with my choice to keep our baby, but I didn’t think you’d feel the same, and I didn’t want you to…” She blinks at me with her big blue eyes, and I want to fucking melt.
“I’m not unhappy to find out I’m a father,” I assure her. “A little stunned, maybe, but… who could be mad about this?” I reach out, to touch my baby’s curls.
Jem smiles a little as she snorts. “I can think of plenty of people I know who’d be more upset than you are right now. I lied to you, and I broke the one rule we set. We agreed there would be no strings, and I… I chose not to sever this one. I could never be sorry for this little girl, but I am sorry for the way I treated you.”
If she knew fluttering her eyelashes at me like this would make me forgive her almost anything, she wouldn’t be as worried.
“You don’t owe me any apologies, Jem, I promise you. And while I wish I could have supported you through what must have been a difficult period, I’m glad for the choice you made to keep this little miracle,” I say sincerely, looking up at her, and then returning my gaze to our baby. “She’s beautiful. Does she have a name?”
“Viviana Beatrix Wade,” Jem says proudly before blushing. “Viv for short… Do you approve?”
“She’s clearly a little Viv,” I say with a smile, touching the baby’s curls again. “Viviana Beatrix Wade.”
