Page 8 of Pregnant By the Badboy

“Are you mad I came here?”

“Hell no. Just next time you come, put some clothes on, please. Deal?” I ask her hoping she gives me a break and keeps me from committing murder.

“Deal.” She says smiling at me. She bites her lip then scrunches her little face. “Now what?” She is so fucking cute. Kissing her forehead, I bend down, pull her panties back in place, kiss her panty covered pussy and pull her from the desk.

“How about we go get something to eat, baby?” I hold my hand out and when she takes it, just like last night, everything in me calms which is something nothing has ever been able to accomplish, not even boxing. She has in a few short days done the impossible. She is meant for me.

Chapter7

Mila

October

“What is this place?” I ask him, moving in closer to his side. A cold chill runs through me for a moment, this October wind giving me a slight shake, but being in his arms makes me warm no matter the weather.

Jacob picked me up from practice tonight, his bike loud and intimidating on a high school campus where the only noise is the sound of jocks being too loud and the screeching from the popular girls over stupid stuff like the color of another girl's shoes.

He pulled up as we were walking out, pulling off his jacket like a James Dean replica and leaned against it, staring streams of want and need into me. The girls pretending he was something they didn’t want, all gawking at him however, licking their lips like they are plotting their first snake attack. I know he is only looking at me, especially since I was expecting him and brought a change of clothes to go out with him.

He told me to dress comfortably but said a skirt or dress would be alright. So, I grabbed my leather pleated skirt, hot pink see through shirt with a black tank top underneath and earrings to match. He said not to bring a purse and I didn’t. I trust him and I know he will take care of me. It has been a month since we have been together and every time I am with him, whether it is on his bike or sitting beside him in his truck, I always feel safe.

Brittany, one of the twits on my squad, starts making her way toward him until I get there first and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands immediately go to my ass and squeeze it, before lifting me so I can wrap my legs around him. Swinging me around so my ass is on the seat of his bike he growls into my mouth, grinding his cock on my clit.

“Are you trying to get me killed little girl?” I want to giggle. I want to tease him, but his grip on my ass cheeks and the animalistic gaze of his eyes searching the schoolyard, scoping out everyone looking toward us is making me so damn wet. “You’ve been walking around all day with my pussy barely covered and now you want to come out here and give all the dick on the balls motherfuckers a show?” The bite on my lip sends me spiraling quickly toward a release.Smack. He hits my pussy and I cry out, the muffled sound only because he is sucking it up with his mouth.

“Jacob.” I scratch his back which is covered by his shirt, but I know he can feel me just as sure as if he was naked.

“Don’t fucking whine now, hot little bitch. I was planning to get you off twice before we made it to our destination, but now, you get to stay wet and needy like this,” he emphasizes the word by sliding his finger down the side of my panties barely grazing my swollen clit before removing his fingers. “And not come at all.” I look at him shocked and confident he is just messing with me. Instead of smiling or showing any sign of joking, he devours my mouth, moaning once again. His cock is so hard and stiff beneath his jeans, and I want to rub on top of him so bad but then the fog clears and I remember. Behind us I can hear the gasps and whispers at the audacity of me to be with the leather clad bad boy biker, getting mouth fucked in front of this fancy ass school.

I chose to ignore them and enjoy this man who knows how to make me need him in seconds. And boy do I need him right now. Thinking I might try a little contrition, I lick his lips and kiss him all over his face. “I’m sorry, Jacob.” Grinning like the Cheshire cat, he rubs his nose with mine and shakes his head.

“Like hell you are. Now let’s go.” Momentarily stunned that my apology didn’t work, I stand on the side of his bike damn near out of my mind with honey on my thighs and my clit running a marathon. He reads my face and laughs before pulling me into his arms. "I missed you baby.” he says to me, kissing me once more before I unwrap my legs and touch the ground.

“I missed you too.” he kisses the side of my head before chuckling.

“Do you feel better now?” I look at him, half in shock because is he serious? I am still horny as heck. But then I am blushing. He caught me trying to plot his demise for keeping me on edge. “I know how you feel, angel. Come on. Let's go have a good night.”

Now we are in front of this restaurant that looks like it is closed, but from the outside I can tell it is fancy. The front door has shards of glass built melted into the steel, giving it a gothic look, but the chandelier hanging from the inside lobby looks like something out of a champagne room. “Are you sure it’s open?” I ask him, holding on to his arm.

“Yeah baby. Just for us.” My body shivers at the way his words are spoken, I can feel them all the way down to my toes with a lingering detour on my clit. A man opens the door and holds out his hand.

“Jacob, my boy. So glad to hear from you.” I watch him hug this older gentleman and then pull back.

“Git, this is my Mila. Mila, this is my godfather, Gitmorsen Carneg, but we call him Git.” Cheeks warm and I can imagine pink, I hold out my hand and shake it.

“That is a mouthful” I say giggling. “It is nice to meet you.” He smiles back and kisses my hand. Looking at Jacob, he smirks and nods his head.

“It is indeed, darling girl. My father was a German immigrant when he came here and changed his last name to Carneg. Unfortunately as his first born son, my lot in life was to carry his last name as my first.” To someone else it might sound as if he is complaining, but his face shows a nostalgic endearment.

“Well I think it is an honor to be able to carry something of your family and attach it to yourself permanently.” It’s true. I long for a legacy worth holding onto but it won’t happen with my parents. I can make it happen with my own family someday.

“Now I understand.” he says to Jacob. I look at Jacob, but all he does is nod his head and put his hand on my back. Neither of them elaborate on the comment and then I am being ushered in.

As expected the lobby is extravagantly designed. In the center is a beautiful koi pond, with the most vibrant fish I have ever seen. It breaks off into two paths, one leading to a back area, covered in crystal beads and I am assuming it is the place for V.I.P. The other side, where we are going, is the open space with tables and chairs. The tables are round, covered in gold cloths with adorned center pieces and glass dishes.

We continue through the restaurant until we come to a closed room that once we are inside I realize is like a small banquet room maybe used for a company to meet and eat. “Are we eating here?” I ask when I see candles on the table and covered dishes.

“We are.” he whispers in my ear. “So we can have complete privacy.” He kisses the spot behind my ear that always sends goosebumps down my back. His hand touches my back pulling out my chair for me waiting for me to sit before he does. “I hope you don’t mind but I had Git prepare some stuff for us ahead of time so we don't spend the entire time waiting for food.” I reach my hand out and place it over his.

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