Romance: JADEN: An MMA Fighter Romance (Bad Boy Tattoo Romance) (New Adult Pregnancy Short Stories) (50 page)

   “Owen,” she moaned, feeling electricity shoot through her muscles as her eyes connected with his. “Harder, please.”

   “You want it harder?” he asked teasingly, palming her breasts with one hand. “You want my love even harder and faster, huh?”

   “Yes!” Jen shrieked as he hand squeezed over her breast tissue, pulling and twisting on her nipple until pain blended deliriously with her pleasure. “Owen, I’m so close!”

   “So am I,” he panted through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is so wet!”

   Jen tightened her thighs around the alien as he frantically drove his long cock into her, slipping between her slick walls at lightning speed. The weight of his body was grinding against her clit, sending a second wave of pleasure crashing up her body to meet with the ecstasy already flowing through her.

   Owen pressed his mouth against hers, and as he did, his strokes became almost brutally hard and fast; Jen wanted to moan, but her breath was lost in her body somewhere as he fucked her hard and fast on the floor. Her breasts were pressed against his broad chest, and she could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage as he careened toward his edge.

   “I’m coming!” he warned as he pulled back briefly, then covered her mouth with his again.

   “Baby, me too!” she moaned and threw her head back as the walls of her pussy clenched around his thickness so tightly it knocked the wind from her a second time. At the same moment, she felt his huge member explode inside her, and he threw his head back as well. The next moment, they were both bathed in a golden light, and Jen felt like she was falling blissfully through uncharted space, wrapped in a shroud of peace and happiness.

When she woke, he wasn’t beside her. She walked through the spaces of the ship, calling his name as she pulled on the books she now knew where hidden handles attached to doors. Each one opened to a different room—a kitchen, a bathroom that looked like it had never been used, another small room with another bed and a lamp—and all were empty until she got to the last one.

   The room was dark and cool, and there was light glowing from a slim monitor screen facing away from the door. Owen's face was illuminated by the brightness of the screen, and his features were assembled into an expression that Jen could only call wonderment. He didn’t hear her come in, nor did he hear her footfalls on the foamy floor; he didn’t look up until she was directly behind him and place one hand on his shoulder.

   Owen jumped and spun in his chair, but his eyes softened when he saw it was Jen. He grinned, then looked abashedly at the monitor.

   “What are you watching?” Jen asked as she pushed her fingers through his soft hair. Then her eyes focused on the screen, and she answered her own question. It was her, at her own graduation, speaking as one of the valedictorians.

   “Where did you get this?” she asked, more than a little anxiety flooding her veins as she watched herself, five years younger, speak about her goals and accomplishments on the raised stage. “This wasn’t even a big deal, just my graduation from design school.”

   “It’s what made me choose you,” Owen said soberly, raising his dark blue eyes to her. “This speech. You talked about climbing ladders to crest hills to scale mountains so you could reach the stars.”

   Jen laughed. “I can’t believe you remember that. That was so cheesy.”

   “It’s you,” Owen said earnestly. “It made me fall in love with you. It made me believe in you. It made me believe in me again.” He placed his hands on either side of her naked waist and pulled her into his lap.

   “Who’s being cheesy now?” she giggled. He kissed her neck and shoulders, and her giggles turned into soft moans as his mouth moved down between her breasts to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin there.

   “Cheesy is good,” Owen murmured, and Jen felt his cock stiffen and rise. “Cheesy brought me to you.”

   She shivered as his hands closed over her buttocks and squeezed gently. “Yeah…but lucky for you, love is going to keep me here.”

   Owen laughed. “Cheesy.”

THE END

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               Amanda dug her sneakers into the side of the hill, scrambling to keep her descent slow and steady. Luckily she hadn’t got very far up the hill before she realized it was the wrong one; the right one had a beautiful tree with white bark and leaves of pinkish-purple at the summit. She’d only been to this part of town sober once, and even though she’d had such memorable times stargazing friends, in the twilight they all tended to look the same, and it was getting dark fast. As she pushed through some bushes and headed for the nature trail, she smiled as her words reminded her of someone. All cats are grey in the dark was her older sister’s favorite phrase to pull out when Amanda expressed squeamishness at the idea of hopping into bed with anyone prematurely, or sometimes at all.

   “Are you ace?” Lizette asked one day when she was visiting her apartment. The twenty-five year old was on a one-night layover her job as an insurance adjustor sent her on. After the requisite amount of small talk, she has slumped on Amanda’s recliner and crossed her legs underneath her, tossing her dark brown hair over one shoulder in a way that meant she wasn’t letting it go.

   “Am I what?” Amanda asked, baffled. “Am I…ace hardware?”    

   “No. Asexual, dummy.” Lizette said with a flap of her hand. “It means you don’t experience sexual attraction. It’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

   Amanda stared at her sister, who was smiling politely and waiting for her to reply.

   “What?” Liz giggled. “How are you not used to my bluntness by now?”

   “You’re right,” Amanda groaned. “I should be used to it, but somehow I keep expecting you to let me maintain a modicum of privacy.”

   “Stop being dramatic,” Lizette said lightly. “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, but I just want to help. You’re 21, and if you’re feeling nervous or overwhelmed—“

   “I’m not!” Amanda cut in. Her cheeks blushed a light pink shade, and she sighed. “I definitely experience…desire, but I just haven’t found anyone I like enough to actually make the effort.” Not for lack of trying, she thought. Every time she got up enough courage to ask someone out, she canceled or cut the date short after second base, if that. With each passing year, it was getting more and more likely to her that there was no one out there to find.

   Lizette nodded sagely. “I understand. I was twenty when I had my first time, and I thought I’d never lose it.”

   Amanda sat up straighter on the couch, and her black curls bounced around her shoulders. “Really?” she asked suspiciously, eyeing her sister. “That’s not like you.” She never seemed to suffer the lack of confidence that Amanda did, but she had a much easier time talking to strangers and risking embarrassment than her younger sister. Though both of them had thick frames that drew unwanted attention, Lizette was nearly a foot taller, and her height seemed to make all the difference. Whereas people saw Amanda’s averted eyes and downturned chin as an indication of discomfort, Lizette’s loud soprano voice and proud stature put wide smiles on the faces of their friends and acquaintances. Amanda usually got pats on the heads and a chuckled, “You’re cute.” It tended to sap the happiness right out of her.

   “Really,” Lizette repeated. “I know I seem confident all the time, but that’s because I always had a feeling you looked up to me.” She smiled, and it was startlingly sheepish. “I don’t want to mess up that cooler older sister image you have of me.”

   Amanda felt a surge of warmth at her sister’s words. “That’s really thoughtful.” She let the silence stretch between them and looked down at her mug of peppermint tea. “So…how did it finally happen?”

   Lizette arched one dark eyebrow and let her eyes roll upward as she thought about it. “Now that I realize it, I didn’t know it was going to happen that night. I wasn’t prepared for it, not even on the off chance. I was just pulled to that particular place. It was at an observatory.”

   Amanda laughed, but Lizette’s face showed no trace of amusement. “Wait, are you serious, Liz?”

   “Of course I am,” she scoffed. “This is a serious discussion, I’m giving you advice! I wouldn’t make something up, even if it were to comfort my little sister.” She paused. “That sounds bad.”

   “Just go on!”

   “Okay,” Liz continued. “I was in between semesters and in between boyfriends. None of them had made me comfortable enough to have sex with them yet, so I’d dumped them each after about six months. I thought sex was the end game, and that’s wrong—“

   “It is?” Amanda cut in.

   “Yes,” Liz said, exasperated. “It is. Life is too short to have sex with someone you don’t like, or to have sex if you don’t like it at all. Anyway, I was feeling less and less like myself, and more and more depressed because I was obsessing about it and all the other problems I was having. I’d seen a therapist—you remember—and after I told him I didn’t want to be on antidepressants anymore, he suggested I try to connect with things that I used to love.” Her hazel eyes glazed over with sentiment. “I remembered when mom used to take us to Griffith’s observatory, to see the big model of the solar system. I loved seeing how small I was compared to everything else, and watching the shows in the planetarium reminds me…” she trailed off, and her oval-shaped face burned bright red with embarrassment. “Well, it reminds me of you, and when we were kids.”

   “Aw,” Amanda cooed, and she was half teasing, but it made her happy to know her sister saw their relationship as a bright spot in her life—and cherished the same places she did.

   “Shut up,” Liz mumbled, gripping her steaming mug of tea. “So I went to the one near my university to stargaze. I was there for about an hour, just sitting in the planetarium, and then I  wandered through the exhibits. By the time I’d gone through the whole thing, it was dusk, and I was going to leave, but something made me go to the roof one last time to look through some of the telescopes they keep at the top.” Her face lit up in a far-away smile. “And there he was. Keith.” Her head tilted as she dipped into a memory.

   Amanda waited a full ten seconds to ask. “Who?”

   Liz’s head whipped toward her sister’s, her face bearing an annoyed expression. “Keith! The guy I dated for two years! We’d been partners in biology and flirted all year but hadn’t spoken about a lot until then? He took me traveling? It was why I visited so seldom?” Her tone was scandalized.

   “It would have been better, structurally, if you’d mentioned this at the beginning of the story,” Amanda said, laughing. She ducked as Liz flung a decorative pillow at her head.

   “I’ve told you about that part before, you dweeb! Anyway, at this point we hadn’t talked about much besides school work, but I was very attracted to him. And apparently, he was attracted to me. Because we took turns looking at constellations, talking about our dreams, hopes, just taking off one day…and then he kissed me. And I kissed him back. He took me back to his car and then we made the drive to his apartment. That’s where it happened.” She raised her eyes to Amanda’s, happy and mired in nostalgia. “It was amazing and perfect. If I believed in that kind of thing, I’d say it was fated.” Her voice took on a dreamy quality Amanda had only heard a few times; her face was shining with bliss.

   “Wow.” Amanda wasn’t sure how to react to this emotional retelling of her sister’s first time, and it must have shown on her face because Liz’s features grew somber.

   “Do you get what I’m saying?” she asked softly. “Dammit. I made you uncomfortable again!”

   “No,” Amanda said quickly, scooting to the other end of the couch so she could pat her sister’s hand. “You didn’t! I’m just trying to mine through all the detail you gave me.”

   “Oh.” The relief was audible in Liz’s voice. “You want a soundbite.”

   Amanda grinned, amused at her sister’s terminology. “Yeah, that’s it.”

   “How about this: Go looking, but don’t go looking for something. Just open yourself up to the stars, and the truth will come to you.”

   Amanda puzzled over this. “Okay. I think I can do that.”

   Liz had laughed then as if she’d found her words genuinely ridiculous. “I know you can!”

   And so she had—many times. Or, at least, she thought she had; after a few months, Amanda started to wonder if she was trying to open herself up at all. She kept signing up for group hikes with the university’s nature club  and cooking classes at the community center, hoping that she’d make eye contact with someone over a babbling brook— or a batch of baking brownies—and fall head-over-heels into the type of lust she’d only read about in her sister’s weather-beaten bodice-rippers. Then she realized that by waiting for a brush with love, she was still looking. After a few aimless picnics with friends and make out sessions that never evolved into relationships, her interest dwindled away.

After another month or two of aimless coasting, she started to have dreams of a figure reaching for her from a thick fog on a mountain top. She was never cold in the dream, even though she could always see frost on the leaves of the bushes lining some of the hills around her. Sometimes the hand would come from the space next to the mountain, and often it would dip toward her from the stars, but it never came from anywhere on the earth surrounding her. Whenever she saw the hand, she always felt the same thing: a thrill of excitement, pure and red-hot, and an overwhelming sense of calm. Never one to shirk signs from her subconscious, she assumed she was getting restless; either that, or some part of her really wanted to get down at the top of a mountain. Then she remembered the feeling her sister had described of reconnecting with the comfort of her childhood, and Amanda finally decided to do the only thing that made sense: act on the same nostalgia that pulled Liz to the observatory, and go star-gazing.

   And here she was on a cool evening, trying to find the perfect hill to gaze from. She’d loved the location so much the year before when she was surrounded by acquaintances and even people she didn’t like, so Amanda figured it would be even better alone. She had a small flask of coffee liqueur mixed with chocolate milk, an adult version of her childhood comfort drink, in case she felt like getting tipsy. She was halfway up the second hill when she spied the white tree with its pretty pinkish leaves at the hill’s crest. She sped up, leaning forward as she jogged up the incline and holding her generous bosom as it bounced with the effort. I have to get a good sports bra, what was I thinking?

    Finally, her eyes found the top, and her last step boosted her to the apex of the grassy knoll. She planted her feet in the soil and sighed, grateful that she’d brought a blanket to spread out on the chilly earth. The sun was sinking below the horizon, and it seemed to be happening more quickly than usual; the sky had darkened from a deep red to a startling violet and was fading, fast, toward a dark blue. Amanda slung the backpack she was wearing from her shoulder and unzipped it, pulling out the thick plaid throw and tossing it over the softest bit of ground she could find. She pulled out her flask as she sank to the earth and crossed her legs underneath her curvy body. The chill bit through her jersey sweater, but she knew she’d be warmer after hiking back down—or after taking a few sips from her flask.

   The city spread out underneath her up on the high hill, but it was so far away it looked like an impressionist painting; some of the lights were even blurred together, and some areas looked like they were made purely of a handful of colorful bright spots. Outside the city were huge patches of darkness, uninterrupted for miles in either direction. Amanda could see lights sprinkled here and there between the chunks of blackness—gas stations, fruit farms and ranch-style homes that made up the unincorporated townships which were stubbornly hanging on to their land, even as freeways slowly gobbled up the remaining livable spaces around them. Up on the hill, she could forget about the noise the vehicles made as they zipped by the grids of avocado trees and woke up old women still unused to the scream of muscle cars on the pavement just outside her backyards. Up on the hill, it was quiet and slow, and nothing moved but the leaves on the bushes around the hill, and the tree right above her head.  

   She was beginning to relax when a high pitched whining noise struck her ears; she peered upward, but all she could see were the bright pinpoints of light. She couldn’t see anything else, but her eyes remained fixed on the blanket of stars that were slowly growing brighter in the sky. Amanda got to her feet again, swaying slightly now that she had a few hearty gulps of the alcohol from her flask in her body. Both of her legs were tingling pleasantly, she noticed, and it was nice just to stand and put her weight on them. She turned slowly under the stars, keeping her heart-shaped face tilted upward as she moved.

   Liz was right; this is wonderful, she thought. Who knew indulging in my selfish impulses really could make me happy? Take that, altruism. Coming up here totally alone was the best idea she’d had all year. She felt like all the tension and anxiety about school and her personal life had been completely paralyzed with the awe she felt from being on top of the hill. Amanda wished she could build a little shack here to stay in when she needed to get away. Maybe a cabin, she mused; I’d be here a lot.

   The sound of helicopter blades slicing through the air pulled her attention away from the constellations to a point lower in the sky, just in time to see a news chopper buzzing away over a section of freeway in the distance. It was tilted sideways at an angle as it moved, and Amanda wondered what spectacle the camera operator was trying to capture; she could see a line of black and white police cars crawling behind something zipping down the highway, so good money could be put on a high-speed pursuit. She sank to her knees and then slowly lay on her back on her soft plaid blanket, resuming her perusal of the twinkling stars above. Time for that later, she thought dreamily. I’m sure they’ll recap it after traffic on the ones, fives, and nines.