Twice Driven (23 page)

“
I’m
the better guy here, Lenore, and if you need money for your kid,
fine
. I’ll send you a check, but get the fuck off my porch and stay out of my life.” And with that, I stepped back inside and slammed the door.

Slammed door.

I could hear her huffing something about “this not being over” as she stomped back to her car, but I was already whirling around to find my phone.
 

Because never mind all the Lenore crap. Right then, I needed to get to Chelsea. I needed to get to the one good thing in my life - the one perfect, pure thing - and fix it.

Chapter 23

Chelsea

That fucking asshole.

It hadn’t been enough for me to
hear
about him trying to get back together with Lenore. I’d had to come to
see him
with her the first second we pulled into the driveway. So
screw
him; him and all his bullshit and his lies and for messing with my head.

I stomped my way to my room under the pretense of being tired the second I walked in the house, barely saying hello to my dad and Dennis. I could barely
see
straight, just thinking about seeing him with
her
right on their front porch like that. I mean, the whole thing with Jake had been foolish, I knew that now. I’d thought of it as “wild” and “crazy” before, but I knew now I’d just been a stupid, inexperienced girl. I’d been Jake’s mid-life crisis; his little red sports car.

And I hated him for it, and for what I’d given him.

He called me almost immediately, but I of course ignored it. It and the six more calls after that. On the seventh, I
did
pick up, but this time just to tell him not to call again and then hanging up before he could say a word or another
lie
.

I did managed to drag myself downstairs for dinner, but we’d barely gotten started before there was a knock at the front door. I knew it was him even before my dad walked chuckling with him back into the dining room. My eyes narrowed at him, glaring at that
asshole
while the rest of my family beamed and grinned away at him like was some sort of
nice
person; like he wasn’t a lying, manipulative asshole. Part of me even wanted to just spill the whole thing right there,
just
to screw him. Yeah, I’d probably get in trouble too, but honestly, who was going to get it worse in that scenario? The young and naive nineteen year old, or the forty year old man who
should
have known better?

Jake small-talked with my parents about some neighborhood thing or whatever, but I knew he was there for me. I knew he was there to try and spew more stories my way.
 

I was
not
about to give him that opportunity though.

I excused myself to my mom while dad talked Jake’s ear off, complaining about my stomach again before I headed back upstairs without a second look his way. Come home and relax and unwind? Yeah,
right
; like that was going to happen. Now that I was here, all I wanted to do was go back to Boston and cry and eat ice-cream with Lucy.

*****

It was much later, and I was in bed but not really able to sleep when I heard the thumping outside my window. I ignored it, figuring it was probably the trees against the side of the house or something. But then suddenly, my bedroom window was
opening
, and it was like my whole body froze in a silent scream as the shadowy shape of a
man
came through it!

The scream was
just
about to break free of the iron grip of my frozen throat, when his hand came down across my mouth, muffling me as his lips found my ear. “Hey! Chelsea! It’s me! It’s me, honey.”

Jake
.

I shook my head free of his hand and glared at him. “You
asshole
,” I spit, glaring at him and back away from him in my bed. “You
fucking
asshole!”

“Hey!” He snapped at me. “You
know
it’s not like that.”

“Oh,
do I?
” I sneered. “Tell me,
Jake
, what is it like?”

“It’s not what you think, Chelsea. The Lenore situation is
not
what you think it is, I swear to you.”

“Get out,” I said softly, determined not to cry in front of him.
 

His eyes locked with mine. “Not a fucking chance.”

I gasped as he moved up onto the bed, his arms on either side of me as he hand-walked his way up my body until his body was pinning me to the bed. I could feel the throb and the pulse of something hard pressing into my stomach, and I gasped as I realized it was his cock. His wonderful, amazing, perfect-

I quickly shook my head, dragging my mind back to the reality of the present. “Oh,
what
, you think can just come up here and think you’re going to fuck me and make it all better?”

“That’s
exactly
what I think,” He growled, a grin playing out across his lips.

I swallowed quickly, feeling the lump in my throat and the heat suddenly roaring through my body at his closeness.
God
had I missed him. I bit my lip and looked up at him, my eyes still glaring. “Yeah? Well, what if I don’t want you to.”

Jake grinned. “But you do.”

“I do
not
,” I hissed back, before suddenly gasping as I felt his hand slide right between my legs and up under the long t-shirt I wore to cup my hot little pussy right through my panties.
 

“Liar,” He growled out, his fingers stroking me slowly, coaxing the wetness from my slit and a gasp from my lips.

And just like that, the last of my resistance broke.

I whimpers as he kissed me, my mouth latching onto his and my arms clutching him to me tightly as if I was worried he’d slip way from me. I
needed
him, after so long. I needed him to take me, to have me and to dominate me like I loved.
 

He was right, I’d lied: I
did
want him to fuck me and make it all better.

His skin was hot to the touch as I tore his shirt off, my lips barely breaking from his in order to strip it off his head. I cooed into his mouth, my fingers trailing over his muscled chest and shoulders, and whimpering as he gently bit my lip. His strong hands found my shirt and pushed it up, and he hungrily eyed my aching nipples before closing his lips around one of them and sucking it gently. I arched my back to him, gasping as his lips and tongue slid over my breasts and sucked and nipped at the tender flesh there.
 

I could feel his throbbing cock pulsing against my pussy through his pants, and I tore at his belt before shoving his pants down. Touching his cock again was like
medicine
; like a soothing balm that I’d been craving. I actually moaned and felt a little tremble in my pussy when I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking the velvety skin over the iron-bar of his massive cock.

I needed him; right then and right away, and he knew it just as well.

I gasped and then moaned deeply as he flipped me over, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass high in the air. His strong hands yanked my panties down over my ass to my knees, and then I moaned as I felt his tongue slide wetly across my pussy. His tongue slid deep, lapping at my juices deep inside as his fingers played over my clit. I was biting my pillow, groaning loudly into it as I felt his magical tongue drag higher. I squealed when he tongued my asshole, my whole body feeling like it’d been shocked my some wonderful, magical spark at the feel of his tongue at my most private place.

And then he as kneeling behind me, and I could feel his cock - bare and rock hard - pressing against my soft lips.

We both groaned - much louder than we ought to have - as he slid in to the hilt on one thrust, his balls slapping my clit as he slammed home.

“Jesus
fuck
are you tight, honey.”

“It’s just - oh
fuck
- it’s just that your big dick is
so
fucking big inside of it!” I cried out, muffling another moan into my pillow.

It was fast and raw, and the fact that my family was
right
downstairs only made the whole thing even hotter. Jake was fucking me
hard
and fast, his hands clutching my waist tightly as his big cock positioned in and out of me like he was nailing me to the bed. I could feel the shuddering waves of a pent-up climax starting to roll through me already, my moans coming raw into the pillow and sheets as I felt the older man behind me drive me right up the edge of my orgasm.

Jake grunted as he reached beneath me, and suddenly, as his fingers began to brush over my buzzing little clit, I started to crash over that abyss.
 

I screamed into the pillow as I came, my whole body shuddering and collapsing onto the bed as I just
let go
. Jake slid in
deep
, and suddenly I could feel his cock start to throb deep inside as he pumped my fertile young body full of his seed. It felt like a hose inside of me, just
flooding
me with his cum as
 
shook through the rest of my orgasm.

“You know, it’s just you, Chelsea,” He said, nuzzling my neck as we both panted and as my brain started to come back to Earth.
 

“I know,” I whispered, as I turned my head and felt his lips press highly to mine.

*****

I followed him back down the ladder, mostly because I just didn’t want to
not
be with him, and I knew we were pushing it up there in my room.
 

“She’s looking for money, that’s all, honey,” Jake said, taking my hands and bringing me close. I’d slipped on some shorts and a tank top, and I pressed close into him with the slight chill in the Florida air.

“Her new guy left or something, and she’s only knocking on my door because she’s looking for me to bail her out of it,” Jake looked deep into my eyes. “
That’s it
, baby.”

I bit my lip and nodded, knowing then that it was the truth. And I also knew that it was time to tell him.

It was time to come clean.

“I have to tell you something too, actually,” I whispered, feeling the blush of excitement creep up my cheeks. “But, it’s- it’s weird to say it here, so maybe we could go somewhere tomorrow?”

Jake grinned that charming, ruggedly handsome smile at me. “Aww, c’mon, just tell me, honey.”

“I- I can’t.”

His hand touched my chin and tilted my face up. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, Chelsea. You can tell me anything, and I’m not going any-”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words just
fell
out of my mouth, and for one horrified second, I was trying to figure out how to take them back, or pretend it was a joke, when suddenly, I didn’t have to.

Because he was kissing me, fiercely; pulling my much smaller, young body against his and wrapping me in his arms.

“You’re not mad?” I whispered.

“Mad?” His whole face glowed as he grinned at me as he peppered my lips with kisses and held me wrapped in his arms. “Honey, that’s the most amazing thing anyone’s ever told me-”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

The sound of my father’s voice
shattered
the stillness of the backyard. And then it was like a dream or something, as I turned in slow motion and watched my enraged looking father come storming down the backstairs towards us. And there was my mother, and Dennis, and
Lenore
for some reason, all standing on the back porch staring at us in horror.
 

Oh my God.

And that’s when my dad
lunged
at Jake, his fist raised.

Chapter 24

Jake

Holy shit,
pregnant.
Chelsea was
pregnant
with my kid? It was like time stopped around me and the world slowed to a standstill as the news sunk in.

Holy shit, she was having
our
baby.

I could feel my whole heart soar as the news sunk in, and it was so fucking nuts that I almost don’t realize it when Mike lunged at me with his fist raised.

But suddenly the world came rushing back, and suddenly I was very aware that one of my oldest buddies was about to murder me with his bare fucking hands.

“Stop! Dad
stop!
” Suddenly, Chelsea was between us, one hand and her body pressed against my chest as if shielding me, and the other outstretched to stop her father.

Mike
did
stop, but his whole face was a mask of fury as he barred his teeth at me. “You keep
away
from my daughter you fucking piece of-”

“Dad I love him.”
 

The words were like the breaking of glass in the frozen scene of the backyard; like a collective pause and intake of breath. Mike slowly shook his head, glaring at her. “You don’t. You don’t know what you’re saying, Chelsea.”

“I
do
, dad!” She suddenly threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. It was like instinct as I felt my arms go around her; like the base primal need to protect and comfort my mate or something. I didn’t even care that Mike and Sarah’s faces flinched as they watched me hold their daughter, because the time for secrets was over.

“And he loves me, dad,” Chelsea said softly, and I could feel her heartbeat hammering against my chest.