Knocked up, by her best friend's dad.(7)
His thrusts were deep and forceful, and his intense gaze had me captivated. Adam’s frenzied pushes in and out of me were not only driving me mad with pleasure, but bringing me to a fast orgasm.
“Angel. You’re my piece of heaven. Never letting go. Never.” he gritted out through clenched teeth. He groaned and burrowed his head into my neck and bit down.
I screamed in ecstasy as I shattered over into bliss. The hard tile wall at my back didn’t give way, and I came in a wash of euphoria.
Adam grunted and sucked on my neck. “Fuck your pussy is so tight. I’m coming,” he roared.
We stayed against the wall frozen for a moment before he eased me down. He looked me over, his gaze pausing on my stomach. I knew right then, Jamie had told his dad. Crap.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
“This didn’t hurt me.”
He winced and took a step back like I’d struck him at my wording. “I’m an arsehole.”
“Yes. Yes, you are.” The euphoria from my orgasm disappeared as what I’d just done and who was here with me hit me like a ton of bricks. How dare he just waltz in without talking or seeing me for two and half months? How dare he fuck me, and it was fucking, not making love, and then ask if I was okay. How dare he turn my world upside down again.
ADAM
I WATCHED HER SHUT DOWN. Her eyes went dead, no emotion showed in them. I’d seen that from her before, but it had always been for her parents, or anyone who hurt her. I remembered her coming home with Jamie from school after being bullied, with that exact same expression. Her lips were a straight line, and her whole body language screamed stay the fuck away. I should have backed away, gave her another day or so to cool down from the stupid thing I’d just done. But damn, I hadn’t intended to fuck her, I’d come into the house and called out for her and she hadn’t answered. When I found her in the shower I couldn’t resist, I'd been fantasizing about her for months now.
Running my fingers through my short curly hair, I sighed hating what we had to do. I’d much rather go another round with her, maybe on the bed. “We need to talk. We’re a couple of months overdue.”
Her nod was more of a jerk, her face still in the dead expression as she replied. “Yes. Out, so I can get dressed. I’ll meet you in the lounge room.”
I wasn’t going to argue. I gave her a chin lift in acknowledgment and picked up my clothes that were by the door. My imagination of what she was doing in the shower had me stripping and joining her. I left the room and groaned when she shut the door once I was in the hall. I hated that she didn’t slam it in anger, I wished she would show anger more than the stoic, almost zombie woman.
Leaning against the hallway wall, I hopped into my boxers and then shorts before standing and slipping my shirt over me. I walked down the hall to the lounge room and sat on the three-seater sofa. I closed my eyes, trying not to see the vision of Hannah in the shower, and focus on what needed to be discussed. I don’t know how long I rested with my eyes closed, but I knew it was a lot longer than Hannah needed to get dressed and get herself ready to come talk to me.
She made no noise when she came out. I only knew she was in the room because I heard the leather sofa crinkle when she sat. I opened my eyes and saw she was on the two seater across from me. “How are you?”
“That’s what you’re going to start with? God, do you know what I have on repeat in my head right now?” She raised her brow and I waited. “Pink’s Stupid Girl. Because, damn, I’m a stupid girl. I acted so out of character. Twice now. I told myself the first time was liquid courage, and I would finally get to know what it would be like to be with you.” She groaned and sagged back into the seat. Her stoic composure replaced with raw pain, her eyes were light green almost grey and her lips were down and her gaunt cheeks.
“Ha. I hadn’t had much to drink the first time, so that went out the window, and this time just stuffed up any other excuse I could come up with for that night.” She brought her top lip in and bit it. “You know how I feel about you. You have to, I haven’t made it a secret. Jamie thinks it’s just a crush, but our friends know the truth. They comment on how I look at you all time. They think you know and are just being nice to me, and not making a big deal of it, but I don’t want you to be nice anymore if that's what you were doing. Did you let me seduce you because you were drunk? What was that before then?” Hannah was ranting and barley taking a breath now. “If you wanted me to get over you, avoiding me for two months sure will do it.” She raised her chin. “I’m sorry I seduced you, but I’m not sorry it was you I lost my virginity to. You haven’t talked to me for months, maybe you're ashamed of what we did. But I don't care. I don’t regret it. I don’t regret this baby.” It was the first time she'd mentioned the pregnancy. “Before you think it, I’m not trying to trap you or anything. This is my baby and I can have it and bring it up all by myself.” She now glared at me, her eyes had turned to a dark green, sparking with fire as she set her lips in a determined line.
I resisted the urge to smile at her rant and quick changes in emotions. I butted in before she got her second wind. “I know I was a douche. I should have called you or come and talked to you sooner.” I eased forward on the sofa. “I needed to think. This was a big step. I've noticed you, but had no idea you had any feelings for me other than friendship, and maybe a fatherly figure.”