Page 5 of Pregnant By the Badboy

As we drive on, I can feel her heartbeat syncing with mine, further cementing she is the one for me. “This is amazing.” She says into her headset built into the helmet.

“Yeah. I am at peace when I am on my bike with the world whizzing past me.” That was the case until I met her. “How are you doing back there?” I ask her, hoping she is comfortable. “Do you need to stop and stretch your legs baby?” We have been driving only ten minutes but right now, I could care less about time.

“No. I’m good.” She says, adjusting her arms and snuggling into my back.

“We have about ten more minutes to go.”

The last ten minutes are a blur. The world went by us and it was like we were in a bubble. It is not until the bike is turned off and I help her down, the helmet comes off and she swings out her hair that everything comes back. The possessiveness, the need to hold her to my side like another appendage hits me. “I’m excited.” She says wiggling her wide ass hips. My teeth are grinding, thinking about all the limp dick fuckers inside who are going to be getting a woody looking at my woman. She continues to smile up at me, not aware of how close she is to captivity. “Are we going to go in?” She shrugs her shoulders, head cocked to the side trying to figure out what is wrong.

I unball my fist and force myself to relax and show her a great time. “Yeah princess. Let’s go.” Holding my hand out, I lace them together when she places hers in mine.

We make it inside and immediately we are greeted by my buddy’s father. “Hey hey. Haven’t seen you here in a while.” His dad says, shaking my hand. I notice his eyes are curious and keep looking at Mila, but I try to ignore it before I lose my shit on the man who has been more of a father to me than my own.

“Sorry. I have been working and going to school.” I tell him. I look down at Mila and I can see the question in her eyes asking me why I am not introducing her. Fuck. Suck it up, Jacob. “Mr. Hornet, this is my girl, Mila. Mila, this is the man who owns this place and the dad of my friend Dyl.”

“Nice to meet you.” She says smiling at him. “This place is beautiful.” Her face shows the awe.

“Why thank you young lady. Well you two should head up stairs. Everything is in full swing.” I look up and see the place is packed and my gut begins to clench. Why in the hell did I think this was a good idea?

Chapter5

Mila

This place is awesome. The rustic vibe mixed with the string of lights above the beams give it a special glow perfect for a date night. I love how the bar is not a typical place, well what I would assume a typical one to look like. This one is cozy, homey even. It has pictures along the wall of what I assume are their family.

I love how every inch of it, I can feel the love and care they put into it. It is clean and smells like cinnamon and cloves. A smell I associate with Christmas at grandma Sally’s house. The music is vibrating through the floor while we walk the beautifully crafted rafters. Above us I can hear the laughter and conversation and it makes me feel..well different than what I am used to. A good difference.

“Are you okay angel?” Jacob squeezes my hand when we walk into the throng of people gathered.

“I am great. This atmosphere is so chill and open.” I know my voice sounds full of wonder and that is because it is.

“Hey, Monroe, glad you could make it..oh hello.” A young man says walking up to us. His eyes are laser focused on me and I can feel the rumble coming from inside Jacob since his hand is in mine.

“Step the fuck back, Hornt.” he says clenching his teeth. His fist holds mine a little too tight and I know something unpleasant is about to happen. Trying to prevent it, I intercede.

“Hi. My name is Mila.” I say sticking my hand out. Before he can touch me, Jacob pulls my hand back and steps in front of me. His friend holds his hands up and steps back.

“You know I don’t poach. I was just shocked. I would tell you to watch out because there are a lot of thirsty eyes in here, but it would seem you have that covered.” Jacob nods but doesn’t move from in front of me. “Well Mila, welcome to our little hideaway. The comedy shows will be starting soon. Help yourself to whatever you would like. Plus the chef is downstairs if you want to order food.” with that he walks away.

Jacob turns to look at me and his gaze it’s like he wants to devour me. “A-are you alright?’ I ask him wondering if he needs a minute to himself.

“Hell no I am not alright. Nothing about this is alright, baby girl.” God why does my body react so viscerally whenever he calls one of those names. I am standing here trying to add pressure to my clit to stop myself from coming all down my jeans.

“What’s wrong?” Geez. Get a grip girl. You cannot be whining in a room full of people. He looks at me, his eyes low and determined. He walks me backwards into the wall. When I am plastered to it with nowhere to go, my chest moving up and down, my lips dry in need of moisture so I lick them and hear the growl I am learning to crave. He leans towards my neck and sniffs me.

“What’s wrong is instead of bringing you here without some part of me on you with other boys who wouldn’t know what to do with you, circling you and picturing what it would be like to have you on your knees before them, I should have taken you upstairs to that spoiled little princess room I am sure you have and fucked the love of pink right out of you.” Holy moly.

His words send a whimper through me, rocking me to my core but not because I feel disgraced at what he just said but because I find myself desperate for it to happen. His tongue traces the path his nose just took and my eyes roll to the back of my head. His hands are gripping my waist, but his thumbs are rubbing circles close to my belly button and the liquid I had been trying to hold in begins to drip between my thighs. “I-I don’t know..” He lifts his head and stares at me like he can see into my soul.

“I don’t know either, angel.” His words right before his mouth sucks up the kitten-like sound leaving my throat, almost choking me in the dangerous desire he is building in me, but the moment his tongue slides into my mouth I am no longer choking, I am free falling right into him.

I lose reality, forgetting we are in a room full of people while he consumes me, inhales me and breaks me in the most delicious way. The Mila from hours ago, hell minutes ago would not be caught dead doing this in a public place having been groomed to be perfect, but right now in this environment that is free and non judgemental, I can be who I think I have always been.

For minutes he keeps me pinned to the wall, his entire body covering mine like he is protecting me from something but his hands in my hair gripping it to the point of pain shows the primal fight within him. I try to raise my leg, searching out the friction my clit is begging for. “Jacob.” I whisper against his lips before I go back to keening and whining for release.

“Stop fucking trying to get me to get you off, little girl. Damn it it’s hard enough not fucking you in this room so all the small dick boys know you belong to me.” Oh God. His words move through me like a wind on a high sea. I am not above begging and I think I am about to when the loud sound of a microphone and a man talking brings us back and reminds us of where we are.

It’s dark in here now but I can still feel his eyes on me, searching me for something. He mumbles under his breath about lips looking like bee stings before kissing me once more and then moving back. I lean against the wall, my chest heavy and searching for oxygen. My hand comes to my chest and then he pulls it to his. I look up at him and tears fill my eyes. “Yeah angel. I feel it too.”

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