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The last notes of the song reverberated around the room and he gently pulled the guitar away from me, tossing it on the other side of the bed as he rolled us over and began fucking me in earnest.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he chanted, his soulful gaze locked on mine.
He owned me.
He owned my body.
He owned my heart.
He ownedeverything.
I started to cum, shockwaves of pleasure everywhere, like I’d touched a livewire that energized me rather than burned.
His thrusts picked up, like if he fucked me hard enough, he’d be imprinted inside me forever.
I wasn’t opposed to that idea.
“Say it,” he begged, cradling my face as he kissed me desperately. “Say it,” he whispered.
“I love you,” slipped out of my mouth, and something happened that I never would have predicted.
I didn’t regret it.
That fact was my something ‘real.’
CHAPTER 22
WALKER
My feet dropped onto the asphalt and I glanced at the crowd of teeming people as I walked to the other side to help Olivia out of the truck. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face at seeing the horde of people trying to get in.
My big brother had hit the big time.
My lady had said “I love you.”
Finally.
And my best friends were hanging out at the concert with us today.
The only thing that would be better is if Olivia had a positive pregnancy test.
This morning’s test had been anegative…while also being one of the weirder experiences of my life.
I was in multiple pregnancy Facebook groups under an alias so I could research all this pregnancy stuff. I couldn’t remember any information about ovulation cycles being taught in school—or maybe I’d blanked it out because it had been ingrained in me since almost the first time I’d picked up a stick…don’t get a girl pregnant.
That was probably more likely than a hole in my education.
Regardless…I was having to play catch-up. Read weird science articles that talked about eggs releasing, and fallopian tubes, and twenty-eight day cycles.
It was a lot.
I loved how helpful all the moms were. They were just willing to give out all this free information to whoever asked.
I didn’t know how women kept track of it all. I was marking dates on my phone calendar and watching her body carefully for any signs…swollen boobs, wild emotions, dry vs. wet pussy…timing of her period. I had code words in my phone for when I thought she was supposed to ovulate…and when you could start testing with early detection pregnancy tests.
Andthathad been this morning…
“Olivia!” I burst into the bathroom, right as she’d finished peeing. She stared at me in shock. “Hurry, you have to see this…this news story!”
