Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2)) (31 page)

When she got back to the cabin, Adam had returned to his seat, and when he noticed that she was back, he looked her way. "Are you okay?"

"Too much wine."

He smiled.

Closing her eyes, she slumped in her seat and held her stomach. She tried to remember what she’d eaten that day and assumed the dinner she had shared with Jim and Caroline must not have agreed with her.

When they landed, Adam reiterated his offer to come by the restaurant. Victoria thanked him and headed to her car.

When she retuned home, she felt sick and rushed to the bathroom; once again, she visited the bowl. After cleaning up, she looked at herself in the mirror, trying to remember her last period. She thought she might be two weeks late. Turning away from the sink, she rubbed her chin, her thoughts running wild.

She couldn’t be pregnant. All the tests, all the procedures... She and David had tried to have a baby for years, and it had never happened. No way could she be pregnant now.

Grabbing her keys, she rushed to the car. When she returned home with a pregnancy test, she hesitated, simply holding it for a long time. Was she having Jim’s baby? They did have an awful lot of sex together. She took a deep breath and headed toward the bathroom. When she emerged with a positive result, she was not as devastated as she had expected to be. She wasn't necessarily happy about it—more shocked.

Walking to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and, without thinking, grabbed a bottle of wine. As she struggled to work the cork out, she stopped, grinned, and put it back. She sat in the kitchen, thinking. She wanted to tell someone the news; she needed to talk about it.

When she arrived at Jillian's, she discovered Brian, Jillian, and Rob sitting around the pool, drinking beer. They asked if she wanted one and seemed slightly shocked when she declined. She sat across from Rob, and he grinned at her, undoubtedly as a result of the secret they shared. They hadn’t spoken much since the night they spent together.

Victoria looked at Jillian. "Jillian, I, uh wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure, what's up?"

"It's kind of a private, girl thing." Glancing over at Rob, she found him wearing an evil grin. She shook her head, flashing him a warning look, and he motioned with his eyes for her to look lower. When she did, she discovered he was sitting with his leg up and had adjusted his swim trunks so the tip of his penis was clearly visible only to her.

Brian looked at Jillian as he said, "I'm sure this girl thing is sex-related. Please, don't tell me anything about it. I don't need to find out how amazing in bed one of her new boyfriends is or how big his, uh..."

"I'm sure it's nothing like that," Jillian said, then grinned at Victoria. "Right?"

"Um, no. It's, uh…"

"See?"

Victoria found Rob still in the same
exposed
position and watched him suspiciously as he glanced over at Brian and Jillian. Seeing they were both oblivious to his antics, he returned his attention to Victoria and widened his eyes. "So, Victoria, we haven’t seen you around that much lately. What’ve you been up to?"

She surreptitiously motioned for him to put it away. "Oh, not much. I've—" Her eyes went back down to Rob's still-on-display penis, and it hit her. They had sex, and she was pretty sure they hadn’t used a condom. She sat there in a trancelike state.

Jillian said, "Victoria?"

Caught up in her own thoughts, Victoria searched her mind. When Rob came, was he inside her, or was she giving him oral? She was pretty drunk, but... Then it came to her; she remembered the reverse cowgirl position. He was inside her, all right. And he could be the father. Although...

"Victoria... Hey, Victoria?" Jillian called out.

Victoria's thoughts went to John as she tried to recall whether or not they had always used a condom during their brief, unsatisfying dates. She remembered they had and breathed a partial sigh of relief, since being confused about which one of two guys impregnated her was just a tad less slutty-feeling than having to throw a third into the mix.

"Victoria?" Jillian repeated.

Finally snapping out of it, Victoria looked at her. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, sorry... I, uh..."

Jillian rose from her chair. Rob did a quick adjustment and put everything away as his mother touched her friend on the shoulder with a concerned look. "You sure you're okay?"

Victoria gave her half a smile. "Yeah, sure. Just thinking about something."

"Do you want some water or something?"

"No."

"Well, we can talk inside."

"Yeah, let's…"

"Anyone want another?" Jillian asked?

As Jillian collected beer bottles, Victoria looked at Brian and thought,
Okay so I’m either pregnant with his twenty-year-old brother’s baby or...
Then she looked at Rob and found him wearing a goofy, "didn’t-we-fuck?" smile. Letting out a sigh, she whispered to herself, "Oh shit!"

Once inside the women stood together in the kitchen. Jillian asked, "So what's up?"

Victoria paused. Originally, she was prepared to tell her, even to mention that Jim was the father, but now that she realized she could be giving birth to Jillian's grandchild, she decided not to open this can of worms. "I, uh, wanted to ask when the book is coming out."

Jillian looked confused. "This is the private thing you wanted to—"

"Yeah, I, uh, just didn't want to bring it up in front of Rob, because you know, all the sex and stuff in the book, it's just..."

After narrowing her eyes even more, Jillian looked at her friend. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I think I'm getting the flu or something."

"You want some tea?"

Victoria nodded but then felt nauseated and rushed to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Jillian walked back to the pool with three beers and handed them out. Victoria followed her, holding her tea.

They slipped back into their chairs, and Jillian said, "Rob’s moving to Orlando. He decided to take that job."

"Victoria, will you miss me?"

"I will," she said as she thought,
Thank God!

After taking a sip of tea, Victoria struggled to take her mind off everything. She smiled at Jillian. "So, you guys set a date yet?"

Jillian said, "We’re thinking Christmas. And we’re leaning toward a little destination wedding. A cruise or maybe St. Barts."

"That doesn’t sound little. It sounds expensive," Victoria said.

"I mean, just a few close friends and family."

Rob leered at Victoria. "I vote for St. Barts. They have nude beaches there."

Brian took a sip of his beer and scoffed. "I think most of them are filled with old, naked men."

"Oh," Rob said disappointed.

Victoria put on a smile. "They both sound amazing. Just let me know what I can do to help."

Brian said, "I’ve got to check with Jim to see when his Christmas Break starts. If we go with the cruise, the one we’re interested in leaves December eighteenth. It’s twelve nights in the Caribbean."

"I'm still leaning toward St. Barts," Jillian said as she and Brian shared a nod.

Brian added, "Me too, but either way we'll all need passports."

Jillian looked at Victoria. "Is your passport still good?"

"No, I’ll need to get it renewed," she replied. She thought,
That’s the least of my problems. I'll be huge by then. Six months pregnant on a nude beach in St. Barts with the two men I slept with less than one week apart? Sounds like fun.
Looking down to her flat belly, she sighed.

Two days later, Victoria sat in the office of her OB/GYN. Doctor O'Reilly entered, wearing a cautious smile. "Well, you are definitely pregnant."

"How could this happen?"

"You are sexually active." He widened his eyes. "You've made me explicitly aware of that. In fact, I've never had a patient be so open and provide such intimate det—"

"But you told me I couldn't get pregnant."

"I never said that. I said it was highly unlikely. Think about it this way: winning the lottery is like a 1 in 80-million chance, but someone has to win—you won."

"I don't feel like a winner." She frowned. "Can you tell how far along I am?"

"Yes. From the ultrasound, it appears you are between five and six weeks."

Looking to the ceiling, she attempted to process the timeline. She slept with Rob only once just about six weeks ago and Jim six days later, about three times a day for nearly a week. She gave him a desperate look. "I need to know if it's five or six."

"I really can't narrow it down any more than that," O'Reilly said apologetically.

"Hmm." She hesitated. "You see, um, I'm not exactly sure who the father is. There are two guys in that general time frame." He looked at her without any show of surprise, and she said, "If you had to guess, what would you say?"

After biting his lip, he shook his head. "My guess would be worthless, but you could take this new prenatal paternity test."

"Great, let's do it," she said, beaming.

"Hold on. You can't do that until you're twelve weeks."

Her smile faded. "There's no danger to the baby with that test is there?"

"With the old test there was a slight risk, but this new test is noninvasive. We just need a DNA sample from you and the two potential fathers."

"So you need a cheek swap or a toothbrush or—"

"No, sorry—we need a blood sample."

She gave him a hopeful look. "You sure you can't use semen? I can get semen."

"This test requires a blood sample."

"That might be a problem. I don't want them to know. One's in a relationship, and the other... Let's just say it's complicated."

After pausing for a moment, he gave her an odd look. "I just have to ask—how in the world can you secretly get a semen sample but not blood?"

"Um…" She rubbed her chin. "I'm not exactly sure, but I have so much more experience with semen that I thought it might be easier to… you know…"

He returned a matter-of-fact nod. "Well, if you wait until the child is born, then you can use a cheek swab DNA sample."

She pondered how to retrieve blood samples without her donors’ knowledge. There was no way she'd be able to wait until the baby was born.

"So, do you have any other questions?"

Victoria shook her head no and continued contemplating the problem.

"Marci will give you a packet of information on foods to eat, things to avoid—that kind of thing, and I'll see you back in four weeks."

Preoccupied, she nodded at him as she got up and slowly made her way to the door.

At just about midnight at the Grayson home, Brian sat on the sofa, waiting. With Rob safely four hours away at his new apartment in Orlando, Brian was giving the Viagra he'd popped a few minutes earlier a chance to kick in. When he began to feel it happening, he stood, removed all his clothes, and slipped on the black outfit once again. He pulled his penis out of the fly, worked it until it was rock hard, and slipped the black ski mask over his head. Jillian was upstairs, pretending to be asleep.

Leaving the lights on the first floor, he walked past the front windows to the stairs. When he reached the fourth step, a loud banging on the door stunned him. He froze, nearly shitting in his super-tight black pants.

From outside, a voice boomed, "I see you in there. Don’t move."

Standing still, Brian glanced down at his huge erection. It wasn’t going anywhere.

The man outside banged loudly on the door again.

Jillian, wearing only a robe, rushed into the hall and raced down the steps as the voice now screamed, "Police! Open up, or I’ll break it down!"

Jillian was a few steps from Brian when she yelled, "It’s okay! Really it's—"

Losing her balance, she bowled Brian over, and they both tumbled down the steps, ending up in a heap on the foyer floor. They heard the man slam into the door once, then a pause before he did it again, harder. After one last, louder thump, they heard the sound of the lock splintering through the wooden doorframe and the man's loud footsteps.

Brian, still dizzy from his fall and with Jillian slumped over him, looked up at the man. It was Officer Williams from across the street. Brian's erection was sticking out plain as freaking day, and Jillian's naked ass was poking out from under the robe. Brian followed Williams’s panic-stricken eyes as they traveled from his penis to Jillian's exquisite rear. Suddenly, Williams smiled.

"It’s Brian," Jillian said.