Page 131 of Unleashed

I scrape my hard-on against her groin, and she looks up at me. “Don’t do this,” she whispers.

“What am I doing?” I smirk and swirl my dick over her, but Simone acts like she’s afraid.

“You’re too close.” Simone’s hands tremble as she pushes damp hair strands behind her ears. Her blue nail polish is darker than this morning. “We don’t need to be when no one is around.”

I cock my head with a laugh. “I’m okay with it if you can’t tell.”

“Just stop,” she mutters toward the water.

I lean down to her ear. “I could take you right here.” I reach down to lift her ass, and her legs fall open as I set her against the wall. I move my hand between us to slip my fingers into her bikini. Brushing through her pubic hair, I tease her open slit and sigh. “I’m hooked on your pussy. The feel of thrusting into you right here,” I push my finger inside her more and move it up and down as I watch her breathing faster, “is so fucking hot. I miss filling you with my cum.” I rub my nose against her temple as I remove my hand and thrust my dick between her legs.

“But your cum could fertilize an egg.”

I stop breathing, but not for the reason I usually do with this topic.

While holding Simone with one hand, I hold on to the wall with my other and push my hips against hers, cursing our damn clothes. I moan against her cheek. “What if I want it to?” I bite my lip, a multitude of thoughts bombarding me.

Simone shakes her head. “Oh, my God. You don’t mean that.”

I shrug. “Maybe I do.” She shoves my arms, and I push off the wall to look at her. “What?”

“We played this painful game with our real marriage in Durham. I don’t want to play anymore. A mere few months ago, you were adamant having children was not an option because of cystic fibrosis, even if I had tested negative as a carrier. And then you and me. We’re not a thing. I will not be having your baby.” Simone closes her eyes and then glares at the wall. “We’re dating other people and shouldn’t be talking about a pregnancy happening. What the fuck are we doing?”

“Sticking it to your dad.” I can’t help my gaze falling to her chest. Water trickles between her tits, and I envy it. Then I frown at her frown. “Tansy and I aren’t exclusive, so I’m not cheating. She can fuck whomever she wants. I don’t care.” Not even a little. “What about you? Aren’t you dating Mud Honey or Junior?” Just don’t tell me if you are.

She lifts her eyes to mine, and most of her makeup is gone. Her eyes are bluer without it. “No man owns me.”

“Except Daddy.”

Her hands go to her face, and she growls into them. I hate when Simone hides behind anything, physical or metaphorical.

I drag a wet hand through my dry hair. “Oh, but damn. Me knocking you up wouldn’t just be our decision. Your father dictates when you’re allowed to have kids. It’s bullshit.” I grip the pool ledge like I’m about to fall off a cliff. “Why didn’t you tell me everything about his fucking contract?”

She muffles, “I did.”

“Then you didn’t read that shit.”

Simone takes a shaky breath before dropping her hands. The look on her face is desolate. “There are stipulations about having children. It boils down to not having any until I’m thirty or losing all money.”

I laugh, but this shit turns my stomach. “What the hell does that mean? If there wasn’t a miscarriage, then what?” I let go of the wall and massage my temple, but nothing is getting rid of this headfuck.

“Jesus. I would’ve chosen our...” Simone’s eyes fill with tears. “I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“Who else, then? Your baby daddy? Oh, that’s right. Me. You should’ve told me.”

She grits her teeth as she glances toward the diving board. “Why does it matter?”

“Because I’m kinda wondering how much this money means to you.”

Simone throws her hands to her face and bawls. Her sobs fill the room and squeeze my chest. I hesitate before putting my hand on her shoulder. She slams her hands into the water, splashing water, and her eyes blaze with fury. “I wanted my pregnancy! I didn’t even care about school! I didn’t know how to make a living or raise a kid, but I was going to!” Simone catches her breath between sobs.

“You had me,” I whisper, more out of my tense throat than the loud acoustics. I swallow a couple of times so I can speak. “We were in it together. A baby doesn’t make itself.”

“But you hated me because I violated you like those assholes!” Simone shrieks as she cries harder.

I hook her neck with the inside of my elbow and pull her to my chest. “You didn’t. There’s no comparison. I’m sorry I said that to you. I contributed my DNA when you didn’t ask for it.”

“But I mixed it with mine.” Fuck. Why does that turn me on?

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