Page 50 of Wreckage of Us
My eyes go back to Dr. Douche. “You need to wipe that fuckin’ smile off your face and walk out of here now. While you can still walk on your own two feet,” I add for good measure. If he thinks I’m joking, all he has to do is stay.
“Or what?” he continues grinning at me, but does stand up, looking like he is getting ready to leave.
“Or you’re going to leave in a body bag,” I announce, making Becca gasp.
“Dylan, you have completely lost your damn mind,” she snaps at me. “Oliver was just trying to be nice. And you are being a total asshole to my friend,” she stomps her foot on the floor.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Bex?” I yell back. “You sit there like the Virgin fuckin’ Mary, with my baby in your belly, laughing away with Dr. Douche while I run around like a lunatic getting you fuckin’ milkshakes…”
“Virgin Mary?!” she yells at me. “I wish I was a damn virgin, you asshole! I wouldn’t have to worry about anything right now. But no…” All of a sudden she stops. “Did you just call OliverDr. Douche??” It really is something to witness, the way her brain has been working since getting pregnant. She is literally all over the place. No wonder her boss sent her ass home when she did. “To his face?” she screams at me.
“Becca,” Dr. Douche himself decides to intervene. “You need to calm down. You’re going to stress…”
“Shut up, Oliver,” she snaps at him too, even though she was just defending his honor to me not a minute ago.
“…the baby,” he finishes his thought. And he doesn’t seem offended at all. If anything, he is amused.
“What did I just say?” she about puts a finger in his face.
“Okay,” he puts his hands up as if in surrender. “I see you two are busy,” he motions between me and Becca. “And I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
He walks around the table and stops right in front of me. Perfect position for me to knock his fuckin’ teeth out.
“Dylan,” he puts his hand out for me to shake. “It’s always a pleasure to see you.”
I just stare at his hand, refusing to move. Is the fucker high or what?
“Okay then,” he chuckles, then turns to Becca. He opens his arms as if to give her a hug.
“Watch it,” I bark at him, and he drops his arms down, his shoulders definitely shaking in amusement.
“I’ll see you two love birds later,” he calls out on his way out. “Becca, I’ll text you later, okay?”
“I’m gonna break your goddamn fingers,” I snap and take a step forward to follow him out.
“Dylan,” Becca fist connects with my side. It is a lot stronger than I expected, taking me by surprise. “I can’t believe you talked to him like that.”
That gets my hackles up again. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
“Areyou?” she deadpans, hands on her hips. The move only helps to accentuate the small bump she’s showing.
All of a sudden, I can’t think. I am breathing heavy, like I just ran a damn marathon. My cock is so hard in my jeans, I am actually surprised it’s not ripping the material in an attempt to get to Becca. Her eyes dilate, like she is beckoning me to her.
“You got me a shake?” she whispers in the suddenly quiet kitchen.
“Your favorite,” I confirm.
She rushes at me like a bull at the red flag, almost taking us both down. I put my hands under her ass and lift her up. Her legs go around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“Fuck me, Dylan,” she whispers right before she takes my lips in a scorching kiss, making all my dreams come true.
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Becca
I don’t knowwhat’s happening in my head. One minute I am ready to rip Dylan’s head off, and the next I think I am going to die if I don’t feel him deep inside of me. I literally ache with the need I feel to have him. And only him. I don’t want anyone else to take the pain away.
“Dylan,” I whimper when he lays me on my bed. I am completely naked, and so grateful that I took a shower and shaved all the important bits right before Oliver made an appearance at my door.
