Wanting Her (Loving Her Series) (18 page)

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              A few weeks have gone by since my embarrassment with the guys. I feel better since then too. Later one evening in late July, I'm getting ready to meet Lacy for dinner, the boys have went out to an over twenty-one club since Preston is now legally able to go. Though I have my suspicions that he has a fake ID and this isn't actually his first time there. But what can I do now?

             
I go to take my daily pill and notice that I still haven't had a full period. My cycles are always so light, but I can't remember when I had my last one. I do remember several times spotting, maybe that was enough. That has happened before.

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              "So how's your boy toy?" Lacy says around a mouth full of spaghetti.

             
"He's not a toy. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've actually fallen in love with him. It is so wrong, I know, but it feels so right too." I take a sip of my water.

             
"Well, wrong or not, you both look so good together. What do you think Preston will do when he finds out?"

             
"I don't know. I'm scared to find out. Landon has wanted to tell him, but I keep putting it off." I rub my face with both hands.

             
"What's wrong, Brook? You seem off." She reaches out and holds my hand.

             
I sigh. "I've just been emotional lately with Preston getting older and then last night I drank too much and had a hangover this morning.  I just feel blah."

             
"Are you pregnant?" Lacy whispers.

             
"What? No." I sit there staring at Lacy in silence.

             
"Are you sure?" She squeezes my hand.

             
"No. My periods are always off, you know that." I start to feel a panic inside. My heart rate quickens. "But I did something stupid.  While I was sick a few months ago on meds, we had sex a few times unprotected. I knew better. I think I need a test. What am I going to do if it's positive?"

             
"Don't panic yet. Let's get the check and grab a test, and I will support you either way." We quickly pay our check and run through the nearest drug store. I'm too nervous to get out, so Lacy runs in and grabs a test.

             
The boys are luckily still gone, which I knew they would be. We both head upstairs to my bathroom. Lacy opens the package, handing the test over to me. I pull down my pants and sit on the toilet to pee on the stupid test. We wait the three minutes out, sitting on my bed. I'm too nervous to look so Lacy gets up and goes into the bathroom to get the results. My heart is beating so fast and in my gut, I have a feeling it's a result I may not want.

             
Lacy stands in the doorway with a worried look on her face. "Just tell me," I simply demand.

             
"I'm sorry, Brooklyn, but you're about to be a mom again." I cover my face and start to cry. This can't be happening. I'm thirty-six, I can't be pregnant. I know these movie stars and even normal people like me are having kids later in life, but my kids are going to be twenty-one years apart. What's Landon going to say?  Preston's going to know now. I look over at Lacy, who is rocking me back and forth with her. "It's going to be fine," she whispers.

             
"Landon's too young for this responsibility. I've already raised my child alone, and I don't know if I'm prepared to do it again. Oh God, what's my parents going to think and Landon's parents?" I sob into Lacy's chest.

             
She lies with me for the longest time, just holding me while I cry. I hear the door slam downstairs, and I look over, and it's now almost one in the morning. I hear my door open a short time later. I look up, and Landon has a confused look on his face when he sees Lacy sleeping next to me. "SHHH...." I force a smile.

             
"Are you okay?" he whispers when he crouches down next to me.

             
"Yeah. Why?" I pray he can't tell that I've been crying for the past three hours.

             
"You seem upset." He kisses my forehead before covering us up and getting.

             
"I'm fine. Lacy needed me tonight," I lie.

             
"Okay. Goodnight. I love you." He kisses me again before slipping back out the door.

Chapter 18- Landon

              I lie down in my room, the spare room, and think about how upset Brooklyn seems. It was like she was holding something back. Eventually I get up and grab a shower to get the stink of smoke off me before climbing back into bed.               Over the next week, Brooklyn seems a little different. Not completely avoiding me, but not her usual self either. I watch her, and she is the same with Preston. Something is going on, and I need to know what it is so I can make her feel better.

             
Preston has a date with the chick from his party tonight, so this is my chance to find out what is bothering Brooklyn. I give Preston time to leave before I head over to their house. I lightly knock, and when she doesn't answer, I let myself in. I assume she's here since her Escalade is out front and no other car is out there. Also the door is unlocked, so I know she’s close by.

             
I holler out. “Brooklyn?”

             
"In here." I turn the corner to the living room, and she is curled up with a blanket, watching a movie.

             
"Hey, baby." I toss my keys on the end table as I walk around, sitting next to her. I pull her legs into my lap as I casually rub her tiny feet. "What are you watching?"

             
"Steel Magnolias" She sniffles.

             
"What's wrong?" I wipe a tear away.

             
"It's just a sad scene." I pull her blanket away and pull her into my lap. She's only wearing her pink camisole and pink panties. I swear she always matches.

             
"Don't cry. I don't like you crying." Her little body fits perfectly in my lap.

             
She forces a smile. "What are you doing here? Preston said that you have plans with your family tonight."

             
"No, I just told him that. I parked down at Lacy's and walked up." I rub her back through her little pale pink camisole.

             
"Oh." She shifts around to straddle me and lays her head against my chest.

             
"What's wrong, Brooklyn? You haven't been yourself. Did something happen?" I place small kisses against her forehead.

             
"I'm fine. I promise." She leans back and lightly begins to kiss me. I take advantage and deepen the kiss. I hold her arms up to pull her camisole over her head. I bend over and suck her right nipple into my mouth. She immediately whimpers. I pop it out and frown at her.

             
"You okay?" She nods, pulling my mouth back to her tit. I grab her hips and grind her up and down my jeans. It obviously feels good through her thin panties because she starts to moan and help my grinding movements. I tap her ass to get her to stand up. Once she stands, she pulls her panties down. I quickly unbutton my jeans, lifting my hips while she tugs them off my legs, throwing them across the room. She crouches down between my legs and starts licking my shaft before swirling her pink little tongue on the head of my dick. "Oh fuck, Brooklyn. That feels so good." I pull my shirt over my head. She completely swallows me then, sucking so hard. When I begin to feel the build deep in my balls, I pop her off. She looks up, surprised. "My turn."

             
Once she is sprawled out on the coffee table, I go to work, easing her into pleasure. "Oh, Landon. I Need More. More." She pants. I lick up her cleft to her clit and suck down hard. "Oh My God." She starts to shake. I stand, pulling her with me. The moment I lift her up, she wraps her beautiful legs around me, and I start for her bedroom. I crawl up her bed with her still attached to me from below. "Oh, fuck me hard." I look down and watch as I enter into her hot body. There's just something so erotic watching me disappear inside her. I pick up a faster pace to fuck her as hard as she continues pleading with me to do.  I watch as I pull in and out. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. When I look up at her face, she has tears rolling down her cheek.

             
I slow my thrust to a minimum. "What's wrong?" I pant. "Did I hurt you?"

             
She shakes her head no. "I'm sorry. Keep going. Please." I pick up my pace again, watching her eyes continue to tear up. When I can't take it anymore, I pull out and roll us both to our sides.

             
"Talk to me. Please, Brooklyn. I love you." I gently kiss her lips. Something has made her cry in the middle of sex.

             
She hesitates. "Landon...I'm pregnant." She starts to sob into my chest.

             
"Say that again?" Did I just hear her right?

             
"I'm so sorry. I've taken three tests, and they are all positive. Don't worry, you don't have to do anything." I pull her away from me, wiping her tear stained face. Even through tears, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. "This is all my fault. When I was sick, I should have made you wear a condom because I was on antibiotics. Birth control and certain meds don't work together, and I knew this. I'm sorry."

             
"I'm going to be a dad? I'm going to be a dad?" I keep repeating. That's all I could say.

             
She nods . At almost twenty-two, yes, I'm young but she is the woman I love, and I always wanted kids. With her age always a concern for her, I didn't ever think she would willingly give me any. Through my panic, I think I'm a little excited too. "That's great, baby. I know you are probably scared, but together we can do this."

             
"Landon, you're so young and about to start Law School. You don't need this." She continues to have single tears escape.

             
"I can do this. You did this way younger with Preston than I am now. I want this. I want you. I love you so much." I slam my mouth on hers, and we pick back up where we left off moments before.

             
"Oh, Landon, I love you too. I was so afraid to tell you." I roll her beneath me and push back into her, and we start pounding out a new rhythm together.

             
A panicked thought hits me. "I'm not hurting you or the baby now, am I?" I kiss down her neck to her collarbone.

             
"No...more, I need more." I have sweat dripping down my face, and I'm about to finish with my last thrust as we both groan out together. We start kissing frantically. I'm still lodged inside her body.

             
We both hear it at the same time, the bedroom door slams open, and Preston is standing there with murder on his face. "Really? Landon, my mom? How could you? Mom? Why?" He's yelling.

             
I quickly pull out and wrap the sheet around us both. "Give us a minute," I tell him before realizing my pants and shirt are downstairs. FUCK. Preston continues standing there with fury on his face.

             
"I'm sorry, Preston," Brooklyn cries.

             
"I'm not ready to hear about this. How stupid am I? Landon always fusses over you. Everyone does, but he does even more. When I walked in and saw the clothes everywhere, I knew they were his. His keys were on the end table. OH GOD." He runs his hands through his hair as he turns and storms out.

             
"It's going to be fine. I will make this fine. I promise. I love you." I run across the hall, quickly grabbing a pair of boxers from my stash that I keep there. I take the stairs two at a time and come to a halt when I see Preston standing in the kitchen with his arms braced on the counter, his head down. I pass by and grab my jeans, pulling them on before going to find him still standing in the same position. "We need to talk."

             
"I don't have anything to say yet. How could you?" he asks as he lifts his head to glare at me.

             
"I fell in love, Preston. I'm sorry I hurt you as a best friend, but I can't be sorry for loving her." I fold my arms across my chest and lean against the opposite counter from him.

             
"Well, you have to give me some time. I don't like it. At all. Are we clear?" he says, then walks past me. A minute later I hear his bedroom door slam.

             
I make my way back to Brooklyn, who is now dressed in her night shorts and another camisole. She is still clearly upset. "He just needs some time. It will be fine. It's getting late, you need to lie down." I spoon behind her softly, rubbing her stomach that is growing my baby. "Have you seen your doctor yet?"