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“I have to do this, baby. I have to. It’s the only way. But I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

She cries out as the veil keeping me out gives and more of me slides into her. Tears come to her eyes, and I watch where each one goes so I can lick them away as I finally reach the back of her sweet heaven. And then I push just a little more. She arches her back and cries out, but this cry is more moan and less pain than the one before. I don’t stop until every inch of my cock is resting inside her tight channel.

I needed to make sure I was right up against her pretty little cervix, to know I can fill her up so much there would never be a doubt who she belongs to, who’s taking care of her, and who loves her. The plan isn’t to knock her up but to make her body never forget mine, to crave me like I crave her. If we create a life while doing that… I’m not going to be upset about it. In fact, I think it will be better than a wedding ring to show she’s being well cared for and I've been thinking about it since I saw her giving the dough hell in the kitchen.

We probably need to talk about that though. I would love to say I'll pull out so we can have that conversation but I’m not. Once inside Lilly, I’m not coming back out for a long, long time. There will be time for that conversation tomorrow when we finally drag ourselves out of bed and celebrate the holiday with one another. Along with that conversation, we need to talk about the date she wants to get married and who she wants to invite. But for now, all I want is to keep looking down at the face of my lover and feel her body tighten around me.

I pull back -but not out- before coming right back in just as deep as the first time and move my hips so she gasps, and her hands come to my shoulders. I slip my hand down between us and find her swollen clit so I can rub her and watch as her focus shatters and her body pushes into mine.

“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart. Hold me close.”

She does what I ask of her, and I start moving faster and faster, making sure to hit her inside wall. She tightens around me and runs her hands all over my body. Our lips find one another, and everything turns bright and hot as my little angel explodes for me. She’s like holding a stick of dynamite. I’ll never be able to get her out of my mind, my blood, my heart, and she’ll never be able to do the same with me.

She cries out my name against my lips and her sweet pussy clenches around me until it feels like all the air is being squeezed from me, my back stiffens, and my balls draw up painfully tight to my body as pulse after pulse coaxes the seed right out of me. It erupts in jets and spurts as it splashes against her. I realize I’ve filled her full, but I can’t seem to stop cumming as more and more streams from my shaft and my Lilly rides the waves over and over again.

By the time we both stop cumming, I’m spent and I use all the energy I have left to wrap her up in my arms and roll us so she’s on top of me and not lying in the puddle of cum we've made. Her weight is the only thing holding me down. My heart is so light if I didn’t have Lilly on top of me, it would float away.

It’s a long time after that I finally move her so I can fully undress. Then I make sure to wake her to fill her full once more. I spend my night buried deep inside of heaven. The only time I leave her body is so I can eat her sweetness. Even then I makesure I have my hands all over her just in case this might be a dream. If I have to pull her out of my dreams I will. There is no way I am letting her go. Not now. Not when I have found the only home I will ever know. Not when I have found my Lilly.

Chapter Fifteen

Lolly

I wake up and reach out, but no one is there. AGAIN.

This time though, I’m not being greeted by disappointment or judgment. There’s just the delicious ache Ander’s left behind and a smile I can’t seem to wipe off my face. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

I gingerly sit up and listen, but the apartment is silent. A part of me starts to panic but another part says I’m being silly. He probably left to pick his clothes up from Mom and Dad’s. I should get the hell up out of bed and start making him breakfast just in case he’s hungry when he gets back. And maybe if I’m early enough I can swing by the store on the corner and find us a small turkey so we can have Thanksgiving dinner together.

The very thought has me up and dressed in no time. I don’t even bother with a shower. Me and Ander can take one together when he gets home. I step out of the building and Ander’s truck is parked in one of the spots across the street. He’s not at Mom and Dad’s picking up his stuff.

He’s… sitting in his truck talking to my sister, who happens to be grinning like an idiot. She starts laughing and goes to lay her hand on his arm, batting her eyes at him. My heart cracks. I can feel it in my chest. The sharp pain brings tears to my eyes and leaves me feeling hollow.

Was I right all along? Was it just a big game between the two of them? Are they laughing at what an idiot I am? Is he telling her how clumsy I was last night, not knowing what I was doing?

I run! I don’t think, I just run! Thankfully I have the keys to the bakery and can let myself in. I don’t stop until I’m in the back surrounded by steel and tile. Everything is swirling around me and I feel like I can’t take a full breath without that pain echoing through me.

I sink to the floor and realize I’m sobbing, big loud sobs that echo through the room. It feels like I might die but it never happens, and I’m left with only the pain. I'm not sure how long I sat on the floor bawling or how I could cry for so long but eventually, I pull myself up and make my way over to the trash can where I vomit.

When I finally have enough sense to pull my phone out of my bag, I have ten missed calls from him and over a dozen texts. I delete all of them not wanting to know anything. How long were they going to keep the ruse up? Until I invited everyone to the wedding, and then find out that it was really theirs and I was stupid enough to think it was mine.

Not that I would marry the jerk. It’s just a worst-case scenario. That has me bawling again. I eventually delete all his contact info and call Bonbon to come pick me up. I don’t want to try to go back for my car and run into him. Or worse, run into the truck with fogged-up windows and rocking back and forth.

Just for good measure, I vomit again.

I can tell Bonny knows something is up, but she doesn’t say a word. I send her back to my apartment so she can pack a bag for me and bring it to me. I spend the rest of the weekend in a hotel,crying and puking. By Monday, I put a plan together for the next phase of my life - no family, no place to stay since I’m not going back to that apartment or the farm, and no heart since I gave it to that fucker.

I eventually sneak back to box up all my stuff with the help of Bonbon and Candy and their men. I move into a small house on the edge of town and think about getting a cat. Time passes - three weeks to be exact - and then my world falls apart again.

I wake up sick four mornings in a row and by the fifth, my stomach drops from my body, or at least it feels like it does. I’ve been around Candy and Bonny enough to recognize what being sick in the morning and fine the rest of the day means. Only I’m not fine the rest of the day. I start throwing up constantly which prompts me to buy a test… okay, a buggy full of tests. Either the worst is happening or I’m sick with something incurable.

When I pee on the stick my hands are shaking so badly, I drop the first one. I toss the second one in the toilet because I don’t like the response but then I fish it out and throw it away. I take another and then another just so I can be sure. Every test - except the first one I dropped before peeing on it - says the same thing.

I’m pregnant.

I start crying and can’t help comparing myself to my stupid sister. How could I let this happen? I barely knew Ander. And now…what? I’m going to tell him we can co-parent while he laughs at me while boning my sister. The thought has my stomach turning.

And what the hell am I supposed to do when I’m working? How am I supposed to make things work so I can give this babythe life he or she deserves? I take a deep breath and remember my friends. I’m not alone…and my baby daddy isn’t in jail in Singapore for trying to transport illegal drugs through the airport because he was running away from the responsibility of knocking me up -which makes him an utter fuck boy- so I’m not just like my sister.

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