Chapter 2
Kensie
During dinner, he leans over to me and whispers the dirty, filthy things he is going to do to me, and I like it. After dinner, while the others play charades and drink, I let him drag me out to Erik and Lanie’s new garage. There is nothing in it yet, not even a car. Just built in benches and seating for poker night so the guys could smoke their cigars. I will never forget the scent of his cologne as long as I live. He ate my pussy like a fiend. He strips me, slowly. Kissing every inch of my body. His lips on me feels amazing. When he takes his own clothes off, my mouth dries up. Our lips connect again as he slams inside of me.
“Oh shit, Cricket. I didn’t know.” He looks so concerned, I have to reassure him that I am fine. That I wanted this to happen.
“How could you?” I moan wrapping my legs around his waist, the heels of feet digging into ass spurring him on.
“Fuck, your tight cunt is mine. I own it now.”
“I know,” I say.
Before my dream can go any further, I am rudely awakened my alarm clock. I have to be in class in an hour. It’s my last class until the Fall Semester. Tomorrow, I make the seven-hour drive back home to Bleak. Well, Erik and Lanie’s house really. My parent’s downsized to a cottage so my sister and her husband let me stay in the room above the garage. I say room, but it’s definitely a studio apartment.
Right now, I can’t help but remember every single thing Tori and I did that night. It runs on a loop in my mind all day, every day. For forty-five minutes we fucked in so many ways and positions, I thought we’d never leave the garage. Not that I was complaining by any means. While he was inside me, he looked at me so intently I thought he was trying to memorize my soul. It still gives me goosebumps. Afterward, I couldn’t sit properly for days. Days. Eventually, we did and went back to the party. I had to pretend as though I didn’t just fall in love, which was just about the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done. Later that night, he went home, and I went back to school the next day. That was three agonizing months ago. Oh, and did I mention he left me with a little parting gift? Yep, that’s right. I am pregnant. Pregnant with the baby of the hottest man I’ve seen. A man who haunts my dreams and every waking moment.
I lay in bed a few more minutes until my normal morning sickness returns with a fucking vengeance. I barely make it to the bathroom. I say morning sickness, but it strikes multiple times a day. Of course, I’ve been to the doctor, but one here in Chicago. Despite Doctor-Patient Confidentiality, if I went and saw Dr. Jorgensen, who has been my gynecologist since I was fifteen, the entire town would know within minutes. Since I am not ready to tell anyone, I found one here to get my vitamins and my due date, which is in January.
I know that it’s terrible that I don’t want to say anything to anyone, including Tori until I know how he feels about the idea of me having his baby.
After a shower, I am feeling better, but I miss him. How insane is it that after one epic fuck fest, I yearn for a man who hasn’t even called me? I gave him my number before I left that Sunday, but he never called. I often wonder if this is my own doing, but I had to come back to school.
Why hasn’t he called me? I wonder for the billionth time since I left Bleak.
I stare at myself in the mirror while I blow dry my unruly, crazy long, brown hair. At 5’6, I am about average height. I am thick, as in I am curvy mostly, but I got a fair bit of chubbiness that I haven’t gotten rid of since I gained weight freshman year. I’ve got a bit of a belly, but I am just me. I think my boobs might be bigger, but that’s really the only change I’ve noticed so far.
I’ve already decided that I am not seeking Tori out. If he wants me, he’ll know where to find me. I won’t beg him to be in my life. Our baby changes nothing. As selfish as it sounds, I refuse to be second best to a man I love more than I ever thought it possible. Before I met him, I wasn’t looking for forever, not in the least. My only examples of marriage were my parents, and Erik and Lanie. My parents love is strong and equal, you can tell they love each other more than anything, but each decision is made together. But Erik and Lanie that shit is all consuming. He was a fucking Viking marauder when it came to Lanie. He calls her “thrall” when he thinks no one’s paying attention. I looked it up. My sister is the luckiest bitch in Minnesota. He saw and conquered as soon as he was legally able too. I know that’s what I want. It’s what I crave. Now that I’ve gotten to know Erik’s family over the years, I see that all the Jorgensen men are like that.