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Stassie

Mary doesn’t leave for her traveling contract for another six weeks. The first couple of weeks I still go in and work at the coffee shop before Ryker brings me a new laptop to begin working for his brother at their company. I’d been resistant at first, but after a couple of days, I can’t lie about how nice it is to not have to be on my feet all day. I started small walks in the evening for exercise.

I glance at the clock on the dashboard of Ryker’s car. We’re cutting it pretty close, but he’s the dummy who scheduled our first ultrasound the day we drop Mary off at the airport.

Climbing out of the backseat, I watch them hug and ignore the slight jealousy I always feel when I see them interact. I’ve been thankful I haven’t seen or heard anything past a brief kiss in the weeks since we confirmed my pregnancy. Not that I have a right to feel jealous, but I don’t know if Ryker is just being considerate of my feelings.

Mary turns to me and pulls me into her arms. “Text me whenever you want, okay? Thanks for being so cool about this.”

I shrug. “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s your career. I understand.”

She smiles. “I know, but I feel bad. We haven’t spent much time together. Now I’m leaving you with Ryker.”

My eyes catch his and I look away, waving off my sister. “I’m fine, Mary. Don’t worry about me.”

“Don’t want to miss your flight,” Ryker says gently and Mary sighs, pulling her suitcase closer to her as she takes a step back.

“You’re right. Miss you. Love you. Give my cat cuddles!”

I scowl. “That demon would suffocate me in my sleep.”

She laughs, waving me off as if I’m joking and heads into the airport.

Ryker moves closer to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I rest my head in the crook of his arm. I want to comment about how this feels like the beginning of the end, but I keep it to myself. We stand like that until Mary disappears, and he turns me to face the car.

“We still have a little time before the appointment. Do you want anything to eat?”

I roll my eyes as I settle into the passenger seat. “Ryker, I don’t need to eat constantly. Plus, we’re cutting it close already.”

He frowns, looking at me briefly before watching the traffic so he can pull away from the curb. “We’re not, and you barely eat as it is. I just want to make sure you get enough every day, and we have enough time to hit a drive thru.”

My chest warms at his consideration, but I sigh. “Thanks, I don’t mean to be rude. I just—I’m not starving myself or our baby.”

He reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “Stassie, I promise I don’t think that.”

I nod, watching out the window as we head to the doctors. The entire time he doesn’t move his hand off me, his thumb rubbing and forth, only letting go when we park and head into the lobby to wait to be called up for our appointment.

When I lie on the exam table waiting for the tech to come back in, I fidget with my hands on my stomach.

“Nervous?”

I look over at him. “Yeah, a little. I just hope everything is okay.”

He moves closer to me. “You’ve been worried about it?”

Blowing out a breath, I try to think about everything I’ve been reading the past few weeks. “Yes, no. I don’t know. It’s just a lot of waiting with nothing to confirm your fears, you know? Probably be easier when I can feel them moving or something, I hope.”

Ryker nods, his smile gentle and calming. “I should have guessed with the way you’ve been powering through those oils.”

I laugh. “Sorry, it helps me a lot.”

He shrugs. “I don’t mind it. Let me know if you need me to buy you more.”

Smiling, I nod. “Thanks. That means a lot. My parents always thought I was weird for using them, and maybe they’re right and it’s a whole placebo thing. But it helps me for now.”

“We all have our things. Things that make sense to us, and not others. Don’t feel bad about it, Stassie,” he says.

My eyebrows raise. “Oh yeah, what’s yours?” I mean to be teasing, but my voice comes out a little more sultry than I intended.

His cheeks flush pink, and the tech walks in before he can answer.

“Sorry about the wait. How are you doing today?” she asks, coming to sit down beside me.

“I’m good,” I say, relaxing as much as I can as she pushes up my shirt and squirts a bunch of cold gel on my skin.

“Awesome. Okay so we’re checking gestation age today. Do you have an estimated conception date?”

Ryker clears his throat and tells her.

She nods, watching her machine as she moves the doppler over my stomach.

Ryker stands near me, his fingers entwined with mine as we watch the large TV screen in front of us mirroring the ultrasound tech’s movements.

“There we go, mama,” she says with a smile. “There’s baby’s belly and…here’s their heartbeat.”

The fast thumps sound through the room and Ryker’s fingers tighten on mine. I look up to see tears shining in his eyes, and a smile pulls at my lips.

“I’m just going to grab a few more measurements, and then I’ll print out some photos for you guys, okay?”

I nod, watching on the screen as she moves the doppler over my stomach and clicks away on her machine every few seconds.

“Everything looking good?” Ryker asks after a few minutes of silence.

The tech smiles and nods. “Yup, measuring perfectly. Baby just shy of thirteen weeks, which matches up with your date.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief and smile up at Ryker. I wouldn’t have had the courage to ask, so I was just waiting to see if they said anything.

The tech stands, handing me a towel. “Go ahead and clean up, mama. Let me print these out and you two are good to go. We’ll see you back at twenty weeks or so for the anatomy scan. If you decide you want to know the gender, let us know.”

“Thank you,” I mutter as she leaves us so I can get dressed. Ryker waits patiently, and then we walk out to the car, holding hands.

After we stop by a sandwich shop to eat, we go home. Ryker had asked if I wanted to go shopping for anything, and I know we probably should. But I don’t want to just yet. It feels like we should keep her a secret for a little while. I don’t want to explain how I’m convinced we’re having a girl. He seems a little disappointed so when we walk into the apartment, I hold up the photo.

“Want to put it on the fridge?” I ask, biting my lip.

He swallows. “Yeah.”

Ryker takes the sonogram from me and tucks it under a large sea turtle magnet. It also covers two photos of him and Mary. I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, so I don’t say anything because I don’t want to make it awkward.

He steps back, staring at the image in awe.

“We made that,” he says.

I snort. “I mean, sure. But like, mostly me.”

Ryker turns to me with a soft smile, his eyes roaming over my body and settling on my face. “Yeah, mostly you.”

I don’t look away as we watch each other, and he reaches forward cupping my face, his thumb rubbing against my cheek. My heart pounds in my chest, my breathing is shallow, and right as I go to speak, he kisses me. My fingers twist in his shirt, moaning into his mouth as he deepens our kiss. I’m backed against the wall as his hand slides into my hair and his other one grabs my leg, lifting it to wrap around his waist.

I can feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I gasp when he rocks into me. I want him to strip me bare and fuck me against the wall, so before I beg him to do just that, I push against his chest.

“Ryker, we should…” my voice is hoarse with desperation and he squeezes his eyes shut, stepping away from me.

He runs a hand through his hair and then walks out of the kitchen without a word.

I’m horny. I’m so horny that it’s not funny and down right frustrating.

My eyes squeeze shut as I push the dildo inside me. I desperately want my vibrator, but I’m afraid of making too much noise. My sister’s boyfriend may have knocked me up, but the thought of him hearing me get off after our shared kiss is mortifying.

The way he walked off without a word has my imagination running wild because maybe he’d been as worked up as I am. Especially from that one time where he came in his pants, but I don’t want to get my hopes up. Every passing week, the more time I spend with Ryker, the more I want him for myself, and I hate that. Because he’ll never be mine. He's never been mine, even if I’m carrying his baby.

“Stassie. I wanted to—” Ryker opens my door without knocking, choking on his words when he sees me on the bed with the dildo stuffed in my pussy.

I squeeze my eye shuts, hoping this isn’t happening before I look back up at his stunned expression. A whimper falls from my lips. “Get out,” I croak, tears gathering on my waterline.

Ryker frowns, shutting the door with him inside and walks slowly to the bed. “Stassie? Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain?”

I groan, pulling the fake cock out to close my legs and turn onto my side, giving him my back. “I’m fine. Just leave me alone.”

He sits on the bed instead, his hand reaching out to grip my hip. “Don’t be embarrassed. Maybe I can help.”

My responding laugh is hollow and humorless. “You ran from a kiss. I doubt you’ll help me get off.”

His fingers dig into my skin, and he pushes me onto my back. Ryker’s hand slides between my legs, grabbing my thigh and prying it open. My breath catches when his fingers tease at my wet, puffy pussy lips, rubbing between them before circling my clit softly.

“I walked away because I thought you were going to stop me and I didn’t want to hear it. Baby, if you’re aching for more, I want to give it to you.”

I shudder at the deep arousal in his voice. Ryker reaches over my body and my attention catches on the dildo as he grabs it.

His fingers push into me, pumping a few times as I arch into his hand. He pulls out, rubbing my wetness down it and lining the tip up to my hole.

Groaning, I grab on to his shirt, loving the stretch as Ryker forces me to take the whole thing.

“Look at you, so wet and ready. You’re fucking drenched, baby.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, enjoying the feel of him operating the fake cock.

“No, look at me, Stassie. I want you to watch because this is as close to fucking as we can get right now.”

My eyes snap open and I look up at him; he juts his chin toward me. “Take off your shirt. Lemme see the pretty, perky nipples I know you’re hiding.”

Without hesitation I follow his command, lying back down and kneading my flesh as he stares. His cock is hard, pressing in a large bulge against his pants.

His breathing is shallow, coming in quick pants as he pumps the dildo in and out of me. He’s kneeling between my open legs now, his thumb circling my clit as I twist my nipples.

“More. Faster,” I beg.

Ryker grunts, doing what I ask. Fire coils tighter in my core with each plunge of the silicone shaft. I’m so close, finally.

The next thrust forward, it slips out and the tip slides down before pressing hard against my asshole. I let out a gasp, arching into it and he swears, pulling back.

“Sorry. Hold on.”

“No!” I cry out, sitting up on my elbows a bit. “I—I want it there.”

His eyes widen and he swallows, glancing back down. I reach into the nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of lube and holding it out for him to take.

Ryler stares at it, and then at my face as he grabs the bottle. “You want me to put this in your ass?”

I nod, laying back down and lifting my knees closer to my chest. “Please, Ryker. I think that’s what I’m missing.”

He pinches his eyes shut briefly before pouring the lube onto his fingers and spreading it on my back entrance. I whimper when he presses two fingers into me and he groans.

“Jesus, Stassie. I just watched your pussy get wetter. You really like this? I’ve never…”

A small smile pulls at my lips. “You’ve never done anal?”

He shakes his head, pumping his fingers in and out of me before removing his hand and replacing it with the dildo.

“I’ve never really done much of anything,” he admits.

I hum. “That’s a shame. It’s fun to explore.”

Ryker places the tip at the tight ring before pouring more lube where they meet, and holds the shaft with both hands as he pushes in. I hold my breath as my ass stretches to accommodate the fake cock. It’s not the first time it’s gone there, and my pussy clenches at the reminder of what my ex and I used to do.

“Relax, baby,” Ryker coos and I do, pushing the images out of my mind. “You explored a lot with your ex?”

I can only manage a nod as he slides a few more inches into me.

“Like what?’

Groaning, I spare him a glance. “Ryker I really don’t want to think about my ex when all I want to think about is what if it was you and not the dildo slipping in my ass right now.”

His eyes widen at my candor and he laughs before shaking his head. “Fair enough. I’m more focused on your pleasure than your ex anyway.”

I bite my tongue, noticing he doesn’t mention the part that I so desperately want. My hand skims down, circling my clit as my pussy clenches at nothing. He watches with dark desire before he presses two fingers into me.

Ryker lets out a grunt, struggling to work out a rhythm pumping his fingers and the dildo.

“I need you inside me,” I cry out, tears streaming down my face, and his eyes track them with a pained expression.

“Stassie…”

“Please, please,” I beg and he nods reluctantly. I let out a sigh of relief and then catch his wrist when he moves to pull the dildo out. “No, it stays. I need you inside here.” I slide my fingers through my wet folds again and Ryker’s mouth drops open. I move down and hold the base of the dildo inside me as he shoves off his pants and shirt. He wraps his hand around his thick cock, stroking it harder as he moves back between my legs.

“I got it. Let go,” he says and I do, relaxing back on my pillow.

He lines up his tip to my aching pussy and we both groan, the immense pressure of being filled soothing something inside me. My eyes roll back as Ryker thrusts forward.

“Fuck. You’re so tight, I’ve never felt anything like this.”

I rock my hips against him, wanting him to move. He buries himself to the hilt and stills, staring down at me. I blink up at him, loving every second of feeling stuffed with both cocks. Ryker’s is thicker than the dildo, and I wonder if I can get a cast made of his cock, so then technically it would be like I’m getting fucked by two Rykers.

“Flip over.” The hoarse demand sends a shudder through me as I turn, and Ryker tugs at my hips as I raise onto my knees. His hand keeps the dildo firmly in place just as he thrusts back into me and my fingers claw at the sheets.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like this. Stuffed with two cocks and wanting more. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Stassie?”

My nipples harden at his words, and my pussy gushes around him. I moan, pushing my ass closer to him without answering. All I know is that when I lost my virginity to my ex when we were sixteen, the floodgates opened. We tried anything and everything under the sun, and I always wanted more. My ex had been more than accommodating, eager to try whatever, and anything we both didn’t like, we never tried again.

I raise up on my palms, tossing my hair over one shoulder as I look back at Ryker. “I’m filthy, Ryker. I don’t know if you can handle it. Prim and proper golden boy.”

His cock throbs, and he thrusts deeper. His fingers dig into the globes of my ass.

“We’ll see, Stassie. Now touch yourself and come on my cock like the night I fucked my baby into you.”

My eyes roll back and I fall down on my elbow, reaching between my legs and rubbing at the swollen bud of my messy pussy.

He starts thrusting, snapping his hips harder with each punch forward. Each long stroke of his thick dick inside me has me struggling to breathe. It’s everything I wanted and more. Pleasure zips through me, settling in my lower belly and tightening in a ball before exploding.

I cry out, and I’d collapse if Ryker wasn’t already holding me up by my stomach. My pussy flutters over and over, squeezing his cock as I come. He rides me through my release, thrusting with deep grunts. When it starts to calm, he sets me on my stomach and pulls the dildo out of my ass. I whimper at the loss before gasping when I feel his cock pressing in. My fingers twist in the sheets, and I push my ass back as Ryker’s cock slips deeper inside.

“Fuck. You’re still so tight.” His voice sounds pained and his hands grip my hips, pounding into me. His thrusts are frantic, jerky as if he’s afraid it’s going to be over too soon. “Am I hurting you?”

I shake my head. “Feels so good. Love it.”

I can barely talk as Ryker fills my ass over and over. His pelvis slaps against my cheeks, the echoing of skin smacking getting louder. I run my hand underneath me, playing with my clit again as he pummels my ass with his thick cock. The thought of being his first has me coiling tight, another release already close.

“I’m not going to last long,” Ryker says in a pained rasp.

“Me either,” I pant, rubbing myself faster as he picks up his pace. His cock swells impossibly larger and then starts to throb as a choked gargle catches in his throat, his fingers gripping me so hard I know I’ll bruise. I cry out next, coming at the feeling of his hot cum filling my ass.

He turns us onto our sides, our panting breaths in sync as we lie there in an exhausted heap. I let out a small whimper as he pulls out of me and then his hands pull me closer, rubbing down my body and kissing my shoulder.

“You okay?”

I nod, my throat a little parched. “You?”

Ryker rests his forehead on my back. “Fuck, Stassie. That was…fuck. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His words give me butterflies and I try not to cling to them desperately. Instead, I clear my throat and glance at him over my shoulder. “I fear you may have taken away my ability to walk properly. Mind helping me clean up?”

Ryker laughs while gathering me in his arms and carrying me to the bathroom. He lingers in the doorway for a few seconds before leaving me there with a kiss on my forehead. I blow out a breath, knowing we’re on a collision course to disaster.