Page 119 of Wicked Deceit
Chase grins, taking the champagne bottle. He gulps several mouthfuls, ending with an exaggerated ‘Ahh.’ “I love you guys. This year is going to be the best. I may be a second-string quarterback right now, but shit, nothing can beat this. You guys are mine.” He smiles. Taking another mouthful of champagne, he passes it to Zepp.
Zepp raises it in the air, toasting us. “We’ve been through some hard times, and now we move on together.” A slow, suggestive smirk crawls across his lush lips. “And to you, baby girl—” He raises the bottle higher. “Here’s to you. You brought us all together and strengthened us. To our bright future.” He takes a drink.
Seger grabs the champagne bottle and takes a big swig. His Adam’s apple bobs with every gulp, making my thighs clench tight at the sight of it. I swear everything he does is sexy as hell, and he knows it by the glint in his moss-green eyes. His fingers grip my hair, pulling my head back with a jerk. The cool tip of the champagne bottle rests on my parted lips and stays there. Seger’s fiery breaths brush my hair as he nuzzles into me. The evidence of his intense arousal prods my ass. “You’re ours forever, Angel. There’s nowhere else for you to go or run to. We’re going to show you every fucking day how much we love you. I can’t wait to tie you to the bed. We have so much ahead of us, below us, under us...”
I moan into the bottle.
Seger swivels his hips beneath me as the champagne pours into my open mouth. He takes the bottle away, setting it on the tile floor. I snuggle back into him, letting my brain take over.
I try to imagine what life would be like if I hadn’t met them. If Magnolia hadn’t died, they’d be a passing story to me. If I hadn’t made it to East Point, they’d be in the same places they were. Life has a funny way of leading people in the right direction. Destiny intervenes, gripping you by the collar.
My destiny led me here.
To them.
To this place.
It was messy, unconventional, and heartbreaking.
But we made it.
Together.
Four years later
No. This can't happen. Not now—or ever—especially not now, damn it! The doctors swore up and down and on some graves that this couldn’t happen! Impossible—they spouted. They said, and I quote,“It would be a miracle if you ever conceived naturally”—and wouldn’t you know, they’re full of shit.
I groan, putting a hand on my forehead, and pace the damn bathroom littered with Seger’s clothes and probably some ball hair on the sink. Shit, didn’t I tell Carter to clean that up last night? Stop trimming your damn junk hairs on the sink, sicko. Men, I tell you what. I need a maid to come in here and keep up with them. Although, Zepp does a pretty good job coming in behind them with a frown and muttered curses. But he’s been so busy lately, he hasn't had time.
Shit, what am I going to do? Why did one of them have to have super sperm and cause this? Oh, right. I have four very horny boyfriends and only one of me. It’s fine, I’m fine, everything is perfectly okay and fine. Fuck.
Boyfriends.
Crap. Four of them!
How the hell am I supposed to tell them?Hey, guys, I know it’s our senior year at Cal, but guess what? I’m pregnant with a baby.
Knocked the fuck up.
I’M TWENTY-ONE AND KNOCKED UP. Okay, breathe, you dingbat. You have to breathe for you and this tiny little invader currently housed in your uterus because you and your—as we said before—four horny boyfriends couldn’t keep your hands off each other on vacation.
I bite the edge of my fingernails, staring down at the nine tests I took this morning. Yeah, nine, because I couldn’t trust just one to tell me whether or not my life was about to change. So, I took one, and then another, and then all of them showed the same word in the window: pregnant.
You see, it all started with a missed period after a delicious vacation to Rome. Where countless fiveways, threesomes, and twin sandwiches happened almost every night. We drank, partied together, swam naked, and fucked like rabbits. It was our celebration before our last year of college. And apparently, we celebrated too long and too hard—pun intended.
Pregnancy wasn’t supposed to happen, not for a few years at least, and not like this. I wasn’t supposed to be able to conceive because of my injuries. I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant at the beginning of our senior year.
What will this mean for Seger and Chase’s athletic careers? Seger’s speed is a crowd favorite, and Chase has trained hard to become the best quarterback in CaliState history. They both have chances in professional leagues, and here I am….pregnant. Will it hold them back from the NFL? God, I hope not. It’s not something I would want to hold them back from.
And Carter?CC Techhas contracts with the most classified of organizations. The military, Veritas, covert government projects, you name it. He can’t even discuss most of them with me because of security clearance. And I was supposed to work with him there one day—a power couple heading up the world’s most elite tech company. Now what?
And Zepp? He’s been studying hard as well. Corbin, his father, can’t remember us for the most part and stays in a nursing home, getting cared for twenty-four-seven. He no longer escapes into the woods in his birthday suit, simply lives his life in the best place possible.
Corbin’s wife, Corey, took off with their little brother when her husband’s health took a nosedive. Imagine that. Rumor has it she’s holed up on some tropical island, living her best life with some other rich sucker.
Zepp stepped up to the plate, taking charge of his father’s recording company, West Records. He makes all the critical decisions, and Seger helps, too. Along with attending college, he has a full-time schedule. Our hands are full, juggling everyone’s lives. Why not add an innocent little being to the mix? Or maybe not? Shit, I don’t know. If they don’t want this and it’s not our time, we have other options. I blow out a breath, running through them.
Ugh. My periods have never been regular since the stabbing. Apparently, the knife hit me right in the baby maker, damaging my ovaries—or maybe just one. But obviously, the damage wasn’t enough because one sneaky egg and one determined sperm met in the middle and created this little bundle of nerves attached to me.
