Page 81 of A Wreck, You Make Me (Bad Boys of Bardstown #3)

I swallow and nod.

At my answer, he finally moves. He unfolds his arms and takes a step toward me. And then another and another, slowly but deliberately prowling toward me. I spin around and grab the edge of the counter. “Shepard, please. You?—”

He reaches me and he stops so close that I have to crane my neck really high up to look into his eyes. I attempt to say something to him again, but he leans down. And reaches behind me to, I assume, grab that little box of pills.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask, my chest heaving.

Instead of answering me though, he steps back with the box clutched in his hand. I look down to find his fingers are so tightly wrapped around my purple box that his knuckles are jutting out. The veins are standing, thick and proud, on his forearm. As he steps back from me.

“Shepard, what?—”

“You take it every day, yeah?” he asks, his voice thick, his eyes intense.

Still standing at the sink, gripping the edge tightly, I nod. “Yes. I-I have to.”

“Same time?”

“More or less.”

“You take one today?”

I shake my head. “Not yet.” Then, “M-my doctor… When I first started, I’d get really bad nausea.” His jaw clenches at this and I know it’s because of the discomfort I mentioned. “So she told me to switch times. She said if I took it at night, before going to bed, I wouldn’t feel it.”

“So you need it,” he concludes.

I look down at the box in his hand, still clutched just as tightly as before, as if he doesn’t want to let go of it. And my heart nearly beats out of my chest. I look up again and nod. “Yes, please. ”

He watches me for a beat, his eyes going back and forth between mine. “Make your case then.”

“What?”

He’s been stepping back slowly all this time. Not that there’s anywhere to go really. It’s not a huge space. But now, he’s across the sink, where the toilet is. He takes his seat on the closed lid and replies, “You want this back, tell me why.”

“ What ?”

While my voice was a little higher than before, his stays calm. His face stays calm too, although unforgivable. The ridges of his abs stand out in stark relief now that he’s sitting, making them look hard and unforgivable too. Then, “Convince me to give it back to you. Tell me why.”

“You—”

“And I’m going to sit here and listen,” he says before sprawling his thighs wide and sliding down a little.

He also goes ahead and lowers the waistband of his sweatpants, setting his cock free, causing my eyes to go wide and my breaths to stutter.

He leaves the band just under his balls, making them look even more swollen and large than they usually do.

And then, palming his length with one hand and still clutching the case with the other, he looks me straight in the eye. “While I stroke my cock.”

“I don’t?—”

“And if you convince me to give it back to you, successfully, I’ll come wherever you tell me to. Even if it means letting my cum go to waste and not feeling the snug walls of your pussy around my cock. But if you don’t, I’m coming in your period pussy and flushing this down the toilet.”

My chest heaves. “This is crazy.”

“Your time starts now,” he says, going up and down his cock.

I watch his hand, slow and deliberate, and feel a tug in my core. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“If all you’re going to do is stand there,” he says, his voice low and rough, “and watch me like a slut hungry for my cock, when it’s time for me to come, I’m going to put you on your back and nut in your pussy anyway. So you might as well use this time and try to save yourself.”

I suck in my belly and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. “Shepard, you’re?—”

“I’m more prone to listening if you’re doing the talking from down on your knees.”

“You—”

“Tick tock, Little Whore.”

My heart is beating in my throat. It’s beating on my tongue. My knees, my belly. My bleeding pussy. My heart is beating everywhere that I feel him in this moment. It’s beating in my empty womb that I want to cradle as I do as he says.

Wearing his jersey that he put on me last night before he taught me how to ride his dick, I kneel down in front of him and his nostrils flare.

Like he likes it so much, and I know he does.

And not only because his dick throbs and oozes precum.

I lick my lips at the sight of that, and a low growl emerges from him.

Then, fisting my hands at my sides, I say in a small voice, “I-I need it back.”

His jaw clenches. “You need what back?”

I blush. “M-my pills.”

“If you’re asking me for something, maybe you should start with please,” he taunts, still playing with his dick, his muscles twitching.

I blush harder. “I… need my pills back, please.”

His chest moves with a breath. “Better.”

“Shepard—”

He shakes his head. “Tell me why.”

I swallow. “Because we are having sex.”

“So?”

“So you a-always…”

“I always what?”

I lick my lips, now constantly watching his hand playing with his dick. “You a-always come inside me.”

He groans, his body arching slightly with the pleasure, and I clench my thighs at how empty I feel. “I do, don’t I?”

“Yes, you won’t come anywhere else.”

He sighs again as if imagining coming inside of me right about now. “Yeah, because your pussy is made to fuck and come in.”

“But you won’t wear a condom either,” I say like he doesn’t know, like I want him to when I don’t.

“And miss out on how warm and cozy that cunt is? Fuck no.” He frowns as if angry. “She’s my home. She’s my sweetheart, my baby, my Strawberry, and I’m getting the full effect.”

I’m clenching and clenching my thighs, maybe even moving my hips slowly as I keep watching him. And he notices that. “You need it, baby?”

He points to the cock, tugging on it and I nod. “Yes.”

“Say the word and I’ll give it to you,” he drawls.

I lick my lips, still watching his hand. “Will you give me the pills too?”

“You haven’t made your case yet.”

“You—”

“All you have really convinced me so far is you’re my cumslut,” he cuts me off. “So I’ll give you my dick and I’ll come inside you but I’m also flushing these down the toilet.”

“But what if I get pregnant?” I whine, pressing my thighs together, my hips twisting.

He closes his eyes then and rests his head back on the wall, exposing his throat. All gorgeous and stubbled and so fucking masculine. I watch his Adam’s apple vibrate with his moan before he says, “That’s the dream, isn’t it?”

Yes. God, yes, it is. But I don’t dare say it or even think it for more than a second. Instead, I say, “No, no it’s not.”

He opens his eyes, all stoned and dark. “Fuck yeah, it is. Imagine my seed taking root, baby. Imagine your tight tummy all swollen with my baby. And it won’t even take a lot, I don’t think.

If I really gave it a serious shot, I’ll breed you on the first try.

Or I won’t let you out of my bed until you pee on a stick and I see two pink lines on there. ”

“No.”

“Yes.”

My hands are fisted at my sides, but I’m so tempted to touch myself right now. I’m so tempted to stick my hand down my panties and play with my clit like he’s taught me to do during my period. “Shepard, please.”

“Fuck, and then,” he says, still stroking his dick all slowly and leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world and as if he’s weaving the dream right in front of me, “I’m going to be one of those guys who keep touching their girl’s bump.

Who keep caressing it, rubbing it, kissing it, licking it.

I think I’m going to come on it too, just because I’m going to be so horny, looking at it.

I’m going to be walking around with a constant hard-on.

But I’m not a complete asshole. I read about it.

About the round ligament pain. About how when your belly swells and stretches out, it hurts you.

So of course I’m going to give you belly massages too.

Back massages. Feet massages. And you know I can, right?

Because I do it so well when you’re on your period. ”

It's like he’s making a case for himself here. Like he’s trying to convince me to have a baby with him. And the truth is that he doesn’t have to. I’m already convinced. I’m so, so convinced to make a family with him. With this lonely man. A man made to love and be loved.

“And then of course, you know what’s coming, right?” he asks, breaking into my thoughts.

“What?”

“Your tits,” he replies, closing his eyes again, arching even further.

“I love your tits right now, a perfect handful and so fucking tasty. Perfect canvas for all my little teeth marks. But when you’re knocked up, I’m going to fucking lose my shit.

I’m going to lose my mind at how big they’ll be.

How they’ll be all swollen and ripe. Juicy.

Your nipples will change color and go all dark.

There will be blue veins going up and down.

” He squeezes his dick so hard, he jerks and grunts, his face scrunching up in pain. “Fuck, I’m already losing it.”

“God, Shepard, stop,” I say even though I’m playing with my tits now. I’m touching them over his jersey, the material scraping against my nipples, making them hurt so good. Not as good as he can hurt them, but close.

“And you call me obsessed, don’t you?” he continues, “Well, baby, you don’t know the first thing about how obsessed I’ll get until the milk starts coming in.”

I jerk, pulling at my nipple. “What?”

“You didn’t think I’d let that go, did you. I have gulped down your cum. Tasted your virgin blood, licked your period blood. Of course I am going to drink your milk. And I know you are going to like it. You liked feeling your belly swell with my cock too, didn’t you.”

I did, yes.

When he was giving me a tummy massage while fucking me slowly, I put my hand down there too. And holy God, I could feel him. I could feel his hard cock running in and out of me. And it was the most intense experience of my life.

The most intimate. Like this one.

“Please, Shepard, I want you right now. Please,” I beg.

“You couldn’t stop touching it. Touching your tummy, feeling me deep, deep, so fucking deep in your body,” he keeps going, ignoring my plea.

“Please, Shepard,” I try again.

“But you wanna know the best part?”

“W-what?”

“The best part is that we’ll have a baby.

And she’ll look exactly like you.” He smiles slightly, as if imagining it.

“She’ll have red hair and freckles. And I’ll teach her to love them.

I’ll tell her she’s the most beautiful girl in the whole world because she takes after her mommy.

I’ll teach her to play soccer too. So she can drop kick a ball into any boy’s head who dares to come near her. ”

At this, I go completely still. My heart clenches and clenches and words are at the tip of my tongue that I want a boy and I want him to look like his daddy. But all I do is call out, “Shepard, you?—"

“So tell me why I should give this back to you when you love being filled with me. My dick, my tongue, my cum and my fucking baby.”

“Because you can’t…”

I catch myself before saying the L word.

But he opens his eyes and looks at me like he heard it.

He stares at me for a beat, his gaze gaining focus and some type of dark energy gaining momentum within him.

And before I can take my next breath, he’s on me.

He all but tackles me to the ground, our mouths fused together.

And I’m so delirious with lust, with love, with unspoken wishes and broken dreams that I latch onto him. Latch onto everything he’s giving me.

I feel him spreading my legs, pulling my panties down before yanking my tampon out with the string and pushing inside of me.

It’s a good thing he has his mouth fused with mine because the scream that erupts from my mouth, my chest, my heart, my very soul would’ve shattered the windowpanes. It would’ve shattered the roof.

And then he’s fucking me like a desperate man.

A man hanging onto the very last thread of sanity and life.

The one who can’t decide whether he wants to hold on or give in.

Maybe he thinks jumping to his death is a better choice because he wouldn’t have to suffer anymore, but then he’s clinging to life because that’s all he knows.

If he asked me, I’d tell him. I’d tell him that jumping to death is glorious.

Life is overrated. Living is overrated when you can let the thing you love kill you.

I would tell him that I’ve already jumped to my death and I love it.

I love him.

I love the kind of a wreck he makes me. I’d tell him, let me make you a wreck too.

Just as the thought occurs to me, he comes.

He jerks inside of me, giving me his hot and thick cum, and I’m not far behind.

I’m coming over his cock that’s still pulsing inside me.

And for a second I know such peace that I think I’ve really died.

Or maybe I’m dreaming because I have a stream of consciousness going through my head.

A litany of thoughts and half-realized wishes that you only ever get when your mind is sleepy and sluggish.

He heard what I said—or didn’t say—and still came inside me. He still didn’t give me back my pills when he knew what I wanted from him. He knew my condition. I wanted his love in exchange for his baby.

So all of this can only mean one thing, right?

That he lo…

But then I feel something on my tongue. I feel his fingers squeezing my mouth open and then placing something on my tongue.

I blink my eyes open and see him looking down at me with dark, swirling gaze.

A second later, he descends on my mouth, and I feel him pushing that tiny thing into my mouth, making me swallow it.

My birth control pill. Only it feels like poison.