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I can already tell that this is going to get dangerous.
These feelings of possessiveness I'm having over Birdie...I've never felt them before. I've never wanted so desperately to knock a girl up, to make her stay, toclaim herbody and soul. Maybe it's just because she's forbidden, maybe I'm sick...
...but she's into it.
And so am I.
I come hard, yanking her down so that I bottom out inside her. Birdie's hips twitch uncontrollably, her tits bouncing in front of me, and I feel like a fucking god for having made her into this shaking, moaning mess.
She slumps against me and I roll us to the side, pressing sloppy kisses to the corners of her lips, her throat, her breasts. She holds me to her, a soft smile of pleasure on her face.
"There's my angle," she whispers.
I start, pulling my head up. "What?"
"Rising star athlete into knocking girls up," she says with a throaty laugh. "I didn't know you had a breeding kink, Playfair."
"I don't," I tell her.
She snorts. "The way you were talking, I figure you've got dozens of illegitimate children out there by now."
"Idon't," I reiterate. "It's just...just with you."
She stares at me, her blue eyes calculating. Of course she doesn't believe me; why would she, when I'm talking like I've done this a million times before.
"Just with me?"
"Yeah," I say. "I'm not like this with anyone else."
"I see," she says, her gaze flicking downward. My spend is on her thighs, a reminder of the way I was talking to her just minutes ago.
"I'm serious," I say. "You're...I don't know. You're different, Birdie."
She bites her lip. "Okay."
"I don't do this," I say. "I don't talk about all this shit. I don't..." I trail off.
"Talk about getting girls pregnant?" she asks softly. "That's what you were trying to say, right?"
I don't know what to say. I don't know how to explain it to her, when I don't really understand it myself. It's all just popping out of my mouth, and I don't know why.
But I can't bring myself to lie to her, not when I'm this close to her.
"You're off-limits," I say quietly. "You're my buddy's kid sister...you're ajournalist, for fuck's sake. But I just can't stop thinking about you, Birdie."
"I can't stop thinking about you, either," she admits, her voice tiny and hesitant. "You're...you're different. I've never wanted anyone like this, Johnny."
We're both silent for a moment, the words hanging in the air between us.
"I'm sorry," she says. "But I'm not really looking for anything serious right now."
"I know." I pull her closer to me. "Doesn't help."
"I know."
"Hopefully, after this story, I'll be off your radar forever," I tell her. "And I won't have to deal with my feelings for you. You won't have to deal with your feelings for me."
"Maybe," she says, her voice small. "But that doesn't mean that I have to stop having them, does it?"
