The walk to Leighton’s house is quiet. The sounds of Friday night swirls around us as we walk past the strip of bars and through the neighborhood of those hosting house parties. I’m wary of sliding my hand through hers because I don’t want to push her. This is the first time we’ve spoken in a month and I’m worried the second I touch her, she’ll shut down—or I’ll attack her.
“I think you should take the paternity test sooner rather than later. There are much less invasive procedures to do that, now.” She looks over at me nervously. “I googled.”
I let out a breath, my mind still spinning by what Leighton said at the bar.
Is it possible that all of this has been bullshit?
I know she’s really pregnant, but what if I’m not the father?
If this has all been some bullshit ploy, you can bet I’ll kill Alli the second she gives birth.
And that’s counting on the fact that Leighton doesn’t beat me to it.
“What reason would she have to fuck with me like this? Fuck with us?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. To get back at us? Or maybe she really does think it’s yours. But I do think it’s worth looking into maybe sooner rather than later. I just…I don’t want to see you get any more hurt over this situation.”
“It’s only hurt watching this take its toll on you and us.”
I’ve been forced to be without not only my girlfriend but also my best friend for the past month, potentially because Alli is a woman scorned?
“You’ve missed me too?” Her words cut through my thoughts and I recall what I said earlier. I turn my gaze to her to see her staring at the ground as we walk.
“Of course, I have. I don’t think a minute has gone by that I haven’t thought about you at least once.”
She continues walking and I see her shiver making me wish I had a jacket to give her, though I’m sure it isn’t due to the weather. Before I do something drunk and slightly chivalrous like taking the shirt off my own back, I ask her, “You cold?” She shakes her head, her gaze still fixed at the ground when I stop her. I grab her arms and hold her in place. “Leighton, look at me.”
Her eyes meet mine and they’re sad and defeated and it kills me that I may have broken her spirit. Broken her. I lean down, pulling her into my arms and stroke her back gently. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, or accept all of this, but I just…I hope you’ll let me try and make this right. I’ve been miserable without you the last month. I love you. I miss you.”
She doesn’t say anything for the remainder of our walk, and as soon as we’re through her door and it closes behind us, she’s on me. Her tiny body climbs up mine and wraps around me. Her legs twine around my waist and her arms around my neck and her lips are on mine before I can blink. Her force sends me back slightly as I wasn’t expecting her to all but attack me and suddenly, I’m pinned up against the door. I cup her ass and she groans into my mouth as I walk her to the couch.
As soon as I sit down, a whine leaves her throat and when she pulls back, she yanks her shirt out of her skirt and tosses it across the room. “Upstairs!”
What she wants becomes painfully clear. And I say painful because the restraint I’m exercising is making my dick physically ache in my jeans. My cock is so hard, I think it could cut through the fabric and the zipper of my jeans because all it wants is to be back inside Leighton. Where it belongs.
“Wait, baby. Wait wait wait,” I tell her, despite her sinfully tight body writhing against me. “Just one second.” I pull her hands to my mouth and rain kisses over her fingertips.
“I don’t want to wait. And I don’t want sweet lovemaking. I want you to fuck me, Everett. I want you to put your mouth on my pussy and then fuck me like you’ve missed me.” She rests her forehead against mine and lets out a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me,” she bites her lip, “there.”
My brain, which is telling me that we need to talk before we get intimate, is slowly getting on the same page as my dick, which is currently screaming at the idea of being inside Leighton’s tight ass. I’d explored that area thoroughly with my mouth and my fingers, but she’d always been too nervous to take the step. Her springing this on me now, just reassures me that Leighton is feeling insecure and I don’t want to take advantage of that vulnerability.
“Leighton…” I cup her face in my hands and despite the several drinks I had before she showed up, I feel myself sobering at the sad look on her face. The look that mirrors the pain that’s been tearing her apart for months.
“You don’t…want that anymore?” Her eyes widen and she sinks those teeth into those delectable lips.
“I do. Oh God, baby, I do.” I grab her ass for emphasis. “I just, I think we need to talk before we go there again.”
“I don’t want to talk.” She shakes her head and puts her hands flat on my chest. “I want to fuck, and I want you to have complete ownership of my body. I need it. I need you to possess me…fully. I need you to…keep me.”
“I do possess you, Leighton.” My voice is low and gravelly, as Leighton’s words arouse the caveman in me that wants to guard Leighton with every ounce of his life. “You walked away from this. You broke up with me.” I raise her chin to look at me. “And I understand why you did. But it doesn’t mean that I stopped possessing you while we were apart. You’ll always be mine, Leighton Mills, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can say to make me believe differently. Even you.”
She whimpers and I watch as goosebumps appear everywhere, as my gaze continues to penetrate her. “I needed time,” she whispers. “Time to figure out if this is something I can handle. Something I’m mature enough to handle.” She looks away, breaking our eye contact, and she takes a deep breath. “The consensus is I’m not.” She giggles nervously. “But…I am mature enough to understand that I love you more than I hate this shitty situation. I love you enough to be with you despite this relationship you have with another woman. You may be my best friend in the world, but you’re also my man, and I’ll be damned if I let you go without a fight.”
Her words turn my already hard cock even harder and instinctively I flex up into her wishing we were both naked so I could impale her. Hold on, Everett. Use your words before you pin her to the couch and fuck the life out of her. “There’s no fight. I’m yours.” I grab a handful of her hair and yank it, exposing her neck to me.
“I meant,” she gasps when I sink my teeth into her, “a fight against myself. It’ll be hard every day, and I can’t promise I’ll always be totally agreeable, but I’m going to try. I’m just asking that you be patient with me.”
I run my tongue over where I just bit her and pull back slowly to look at her. “I’m the patient one,” I tease and I note a red tinge in her cheeks. I think we both know that I have the patience of a saint, especially when it comes to her sassy ass, and it’s her that usually is ready to blow the second I really tick her off.