Johnny Loves Krissy (6 page)

He stood in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. Just touching her sent adrenaline surging through his veins. His body heated and his head lightened. She was compact and feminine. And he was going to have her naked, writhing beneath him. His heart galloped. Fuck.

“The first thing we need to do is be honest. It is going to change us.” Her hair felt like silk against his hands. He wondered how it would feel against his chest or spread out across his pillows. How many times had he imagined her sitting astride, riding him with her hair falling around her shoulders? At least as many times as he'd imagined sliding his cock into her perfectly fuckable ass.

Shit. His cock head oozed and the shaft pulsed. Pressure tightened his balls and his muscles tensed. Like getting ready for a fight, he buzzed. Only this time the energy was sexual. He couldn't just fuck her once. He'd wanted to fuck her forever. “We need to talk about everything. What I expect from you, what you expect from me, and don't tell me you don't want anything.”

“Okay, you go first.” She took a notebook out of the drawer next to the kitchen sink and a pen from the cup on the windowsill. “I'll write down the rules. This is our contract.”

This was stupid. He wasn't detached enough to lay his emotions out on the bargaining table. “I don't want you sleeping with other men while you're pregnant with my baby.”

“Fine. But if I'm going without, so are you.”

Not a problem. Sleeping with Krissy would undoubtedly ruin him for anyone else.

“What are we going to tell our parents?” she asked.

He went to the refrigerator. “You hungry?” he asked, helping himself to her groceries.

“I can eat. So what do you want to tell them? We're getting pregnant on purpose, but maybe we should let them think it was an accident?”

Johnny paused in the task of getting a frying pan. “I don't want our baby ever thinking he or she was a mistake.”

“Our baby,” she whispered with awe and wonder discernible in her voice. “Is this really happening?”

Her eyes filled with tears. Johnny set the frying pan on the stove and pulled her out of the kitchen chair and into his arms. “Scary when it finally becomes real, isn't it?” He stroked her back. He felt her head nod against his chest. Then she went rigid and pushed against him. “What?”

“We have bigger problems.” She took two retreating steps. “The when, where and how.”

“Pardon me?”

“I don't want some magical date etched into my mind reminding me of the day we conceived our baby. Where are we actually going to have sex? Not my bed. I'm not going to remember us every time I crawl beneath the covers. Not your bed either. I don't want you thinking about me when you go to sleep.”

Good thing she wasn't in his head. He'd already taken her to his bed hundreds of times. In his dreams. “The where won't matter. You and I both know we'll never forget.”

“As for the when, I'm ready when you are.” Krissy put her hands on her hips. “Actually, I should rephrase that. I'll be ready after you make breakfast and we eat. If we can decide where, then we can do it tonight. We just need to think of sex as the first step in a series of steps to reach the desired conclusion of having a baby.”

As if he could just forget he'd be making love while Krissy only thought of their being together as a means to an end. “At least we don't need to discuss the how.”

“Actually, I think we do.”

Johnny nearly crushed the egg he was holding in his hand instead of cracking it into the frying pan. He looked over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. Krissy sat at the table again with a serious look on her face, not a trace of humor in the straight line of her mouth. “I'm capable.”

She rolled her eyes. “We both know what happens in relationships when one falls hard and not the other. That can't happen to us. So we need rules about the how.” She held up one finger. “No kissing. That includes oral. I'm not sucking your dick.”

“What if I need help getting an erection? You won't be my fluff girl?”

She pursed her lips. “I'll get you a Viagra.”

Her mouth turned up on the left and he weakened. “Okay, let me hear the rest of your rules.”

“No caressing. I know you're an ass man. Mine is off limits. No touching outside of what is absolutely necessary. No grabbing hair.”

“Are your tits off limits, too?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Yes.”

Laughter rolled from deep within his chest. Unbelievable. His dreams had come true and then morphed into his worst nightmare. He could make love to Krissy, but by god, he wasn't allowed to enjoy it.

“If you make me come, I'll clobber you the minute you get off of me. I don't want you to be good.”

Did she read minds now? “I can't control whether it's good or not.”

“Yes, you can! Just get on, come, and get off. Hopefully, we'll only have to fuck once.”

“Do I get to enjoy myself at all or is that against the rules as well?” Johnny flipped the eggs in the pan, then snatched the bread off the top of the refrigerator. He needed to calm down. Krissy's unrealistic ideal situation was a long way from his.

“Of course.” She stood and poured them coffee. “You have to enjoy sex in order to reach orgasm. How else am I going to get pregnant? Coming is ejaculation. I don't suppose you're a premature ejaculator. The faster the better.”

After slamming the spatula onto the counter, he pulled open the utensil drawer and held out the turkey baster to her. “Why don't I go beat off in the bathroom and we'll artificially inseminate you right here on the kitchen table?”

He turned off the stove and stalked out of the room. She was nuts. He wasn't going to climb on and fuck her without her willing and enthusiastic participation. He wanted her moaning and clawing her nails down his back as he thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. He wanted to make her come until she blacked out from the pleasure. But hell, she'd probably make him turn off the lights and imagine he was fucking one of his professors.

“Johnny, don't get mad.” She came up behind him as he stared out the front room window.

“I'm supposed to make love to you and you...what? Watch TV? Read? You lay there and take it while I fertilize? Maybe moan ‘oh baby’ now and again?” He stiffened when she put her hands on his back. “You're touching me. And that felt like a caress,” he said when she wrapped her arms around to his waist and pressed her cheek against his back.

“I love you, Johnny. I don't want to be
in
love with you. Neither one of us is ready for commitment. It's going to be hard enough getting used to being a mom and dad.”

“We'll work it out.” He turned and pulled her against his chest.

“Are we going to ruin us?” she whispered.

Johnny kissed the top of her head. “No.” He just needed to convince her, the
us
would be Johnny, Krissy and baby as a family. Her plan might not include life after baby. His did.

“No more joking,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and easing her away. “Where we have sex doesn't matter. Neither one of is ever going to forget.” He put his fingers to her lips after she took a breath to speak. “No
unnecessary
touching.” This left the topic wide open for debate. “I kiss you now.” He pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss to prove his point. “But I agree no open- mouthed passionate exchanges.” He winked. “On lips or any other soft, sweet body parts. After the kiss at Stu's, I don't think I can take more of your kisses and not drag you to bed, put my mouth, tongue, and lips all your parts, and believe me, everything I did would be strictly for pleasure.”

Krissy groaned and her eyes clouded with passion. “Whew, good thing we've cleared up the kissing. What about the rest?”

“Are you willing to have sex once, and then wait a month to see if you conceived? It seems to me that we should spend the next few weeks fucking ourselves dumb and then hope for the best.” He turned on the charm and gave her a big open smile.

“You're incorrigible.” She rolled her eyes, and he followed her back into the kitchen. “But you're right. So Johnny, when are you going to knock me up? We don't have much time so you'll need to be efficient.”

He put eggs and toast on plates then set them on the table. “I'll do my best.”

She unsnapped her pants.

“Wait a minute.” He stilled her hands. “I can't believe I'm saying this. Not right now.” He needed a day of mental preparation. He'd last about a minute if they had sex now. That is if he could keep it up. Krissy epitomized his fantasy. If he was going to fulfill that fantasy for the next few weeks, every encounter would be memorable. “We're both tired. I'll come over,” he looked at the clock on the stove, “technically tonight.” The sun would be up in a few hours.

“We're not going for romance, Johnny.”

“Fine, no romance. I have classes during the week, but I break at ten. We can hook up for quickies?”

She lifted her coffee cup to make a toast. “Thank you.” Moisture filled her eyes.

“Save your tears,” he said touching their cups together. “We may have just started down the road to hell.”

“I'm glad we'll be traveling together.” They touched their cups again. “Should we tell the gang?”

Johnny shook his head. “I don't want anyone trying to talk us out of this. After you're pregnant, the world can know. Right now, our plan is just between you and me.”

Chapter Four

The Big Oh No ‘O'!

“Hi.” His heart pounded. Damp palms, dry mouth, oh yeah, all the markers telling him just how terrified he was to make love to Krissy. He'd never actually fucked someone he loved. If he listened to the spin, it made a difference— that was why adrenaline pumped through his veins.

Krissy held the door for him. She must have spent the afternoon cleaning. Her house appeared almost sterile. Clutter cleared from the coffee table, the usual shoes at the door gone and the hint of pine cleaner hanging in the air, this was not his Krissy. The girl didn't clean— he swallowed the lump in his throat— unless she was nervous.

Johnny sat on the couch. His knee bounced a fast cadence. “Can I get a beer?” He didn't wait for a reply but stood and left the room. Once in the kitchen, he leaned his forehead on the fridge. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to prepare himself for the night to come. Somehow, he had to make it right for both of them. Krissy didn't want a memory to cherish. He couldn't be indifferent.

“Johnny, what's the problem?” He hadn't heard her approach.

“I can't do this.” He took a beer out of the fridge, closed the door, and leaned his back against it. Twisting the lid off the bottle, he gulped the cold brew.

“Tell me what you need.”

Since when did she become diplomatic? His Krissy would tell him to drop his pants and get on with it. The Krissy before him worried her lip between her teeth and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She tucked her hair behind her ear. Tilting her head to the side, a slow smile spread across her face.

“What?” he asked, knowing she had something to say.

“Remember Joe?”

Johnny groaned but couldn't help smiling. “Junior year, Mr. Bradshaw's third period calculus class. I hated him.”

“You hated anyone who came between us.”

He still did.

“After Joe, I realized that our friendship was special.”

“It took you that long? Joe Harcourt.” He shook his head. “High school jerk.”

Whenever Johnny and Krissy were lucky enough to get a class together, by the end of the first day the teacher had them sitting on opposite sides of the classroom. The entire semester he watched Krissy and Joe become close. Always the dutiful best friend, Johnny was there as infatuation turned into a crush. Then disaster struck, and he held Krissy close when Joe broke her heart.

“I'll always regret giving him my virginity.”

Yeah, Johnny regretted that as well. The following week, he took out Lora Drummond. There was no explanation for the fact that Krissy and Lora hated each other. It just was. They'd grown up in the same cul- de- sac. Maybe they vied for the same babysitting jobs. Who knew? All he knew was that he screwed Lora on the football field. Krissy found out and went ballistic. Krissy wasn't upset that he had sex, but that he'd slept with Lora. If he and Lora had become involved, it would've made friendship between them difficult.

The pathetic part was that Johnny knew how Krissy would react. He'd wanted her to have a taste of what he'd felt watching her with Joe. He'd suffered all semester long, to have her give away what he would've cherished. He showed her, all right. And nearly lost the most important person in his life.

“The purpose for the stroll down memory lane?” He took another sip of beer.

“I won't regret tonight like I did with Joe. I know you'd never hurt me. We aren't using each other because we understand exactly what we're doing. You've always been there for me. I'm always going to be here for you. What we have is special.”

He wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her as he ran his hands over her body, and taste her tongue with his own. His cock was rigid and cramped behind the fly of his jeans. Obviously, his body knew better than he did what it wanted. Krissy's perfect, round breasts swayed beneath her white tank top. Dark areolas puckered through the thin ribbed material.

Johnny wiped perspiration from his upper lip. No touching. No kissing. No caressing. Make love without touching the soft skin of her rounded hips. He ached to trail his finger over her the contours of her trim tummy. He'd bite and tug the sterling silver loop piercing her bellybutton, circle her navel with his tongue, and kiss her lower until he sliced his tongue through her hot folds. But her pussy was completely off limits to his tongue. Krissy would consider anything associated with his mouth kissing.

Following her rules, he couldn't even smack that sweet and tempting ass. She'd consider it a caress. No way in hell she'd ever let him slide his cock into her tight, dark passage. If he could get her into any position other than missionary, he'd have her on hands and knees so the tramp stamp of a gecko tattooed two inches above the crack of her sweet and tempting ass would wiggle with the sway of her hips as he pounded into her. But no, she had rules and he didn't have a clue how to proceed.