Page 33 of My First and Only Crush

“I know you just got out of school,” he rumbles. “Maybe you want to do more of that. Probably don’t want babies.”

“I don’t know,” I manage to get out. “And what about you? You’re…you…”

He closes his eyes and smiles. “Can’t imagine that a family with you would be any kind of bad work.”

I stare at him, gobsmacked. The buzzing fades to a dull, surreal roar. I’m glad that he’s not looking back at me, because I must look like an idiot. I twist my head forward facing again, so he can’t see the shock rippling over my expression if he opens his eyes.

After a moment, he clears his throat and presses his face into my hair. “Whatever you want, though. I can pull out next time.”

“So there will be a next time?” I squeak.

He flexes his thighs behind me, working his cock into the cleft of my ass. “We might already be in the early stages of next time.”

I grind back against him. “You don’t need to pull out.”

That makes him groan. “What are you saying, pet?”

I hold my breath and count backward from three. Two, one… “You already like to be called Daddy,” I say as casually as I can manage with his grip so tight on my body it’s making it hard to breathe, and my heart racing a mile a minute. “Might as well make it official.”

Trick groans like he might actually be in pain. “God damn it, if you give me that chance I will make it come true.” He thrusts up against me, his cock streaking pre-come against my thighs again. “I bet it takes tonight. When was you last period?”

“Umm…” Never in my wildest fantasies could I have guessed I’d have wound up naked, cherry freshly plucked, and slowly grinding against Trick’s rock hard erection as we talk about how fertile I am. I count backwards. “Two weeks ago.”

This is something from a horny fantasy, not real life.

But the warm press of his hand to my belly feels pretty darn real. My head swims as he rubs it back and forth, back and forth. “Fate wants us to do this tonight, then. But you can’t be nervous tomorrow, though. Nobody will know that you might already be pregnant. That’ll be our little secret for a few weeks.”

Our little secret.

There’s a loud thump on the door. “Lowry! We’re back! Come party with us, you fucker!”

Trick’s breath is warm against my skin. “Ignore them.”

“Do you want to go celebrate?” My heart squeezes as I think of keeping him from his teammates on this night of all nights. “If you distract them, I can sneak out. My flight is early in the morning, anyway.”

“What?” He rolls me onto my back and glares down at me, looking ferocious. And hot. Very hot. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

I give him a placating smile. “Come on, Trick.”

He scowls.

I try a different tactic. “Daddy?”

His expression softens a bit. But just a bit. “You aren’t sneaking out of this room.”

“I was thinking I would stay here,” I say reasonably. “And you would go out there. And then I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.”

“No. You’re coming home with me. And not just back to Florida. Then I want to take you to Wyoming.”

To his ranch.

I have a sudden image of little boys who think they’re ten feet tall, racing across a grassy plain, chasing after horses, and my chest squeezes tight.

It’s the kind of future vision a girl could latch on to. But that’s private between me and Trick, and right now, his teammates are outside and they don’t care about babies or ranches or anything beyond these few hours and days of celebration.

I reel in my hopes and dreams and try to be reasonable, pointing out the obvious. “You should go out there for a bit. They want to celebrate with you.”

“I’m busy celebrating withyou. And I have no intention of stopping.”

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