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Ryker

“Why are you ruining my life?!”

Startling awake, I sit up and scramble out of my sheets when I register Stassie’s scream.

Archibald runs out of her room just as I open my door, and she’s wiping tears off her face.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

She looks up at me with wide, sad eyes. “He knocked over my noise machine and I’m already struggling to sleep comfortably.”

I pick up the discarded speaker on the floor and set it on the dresser. “Why are you struggling to sleep?”

Stassie shrugs. “I don’t know. Just restless.”

“Want me to lie down with you for a bit? I know you said you like sleeping next to someone.”

I probably shouldn’t offer, given what happened last week, that we brushed under the rug without a comment. We seem to do that a lot, neither of us wanting to confront the other.

“You’d do that?” she asks shyly.

I close her bedroom door to keep the cat out and dim the lights, crawling into her bed and patting the space beside me. “Come on.”

She settles down next to me.

“That okay?” I ask, and she nods.

I move behind her, rubbing at her arms and then wrap my arm around her waist. “Mind if I hold you?”

My hand drifts over her belly and my eyebrows furrow, unsure if I’m feeling what I think. Stassie stiffens in my arms as I rub back and forth.

“Did you pop out?” I ask. It’s the best way I can think to phrase it without using the word ‘bigger.’

“Yeah, it just happened out of nowhere.”

I swallow, my heart picking up. “Can I see?”

She doesn’t answer, then sighs and moves to get off the bed. “Yeah, it’s better when I’m standing up.”

Following her off the mattress, I turn on the room’s light as she lifts her shirt in front of the standing mirror in the corner. Her hand rubs over the small curve of her belly, and a shiver rolls over my body.

The sight of her growing my baby changes something inside me, I can’t help but walk over slowly and then kneel before her.

“I know we have the sonogram, but this makes it feel so much more real. Like the proof that she’s growing in there.”

Stassie smiles. “You believe me that we’re having a girl?”

I shrug. “I don’t care either way, as long as they are healthy. But if you believe it, then I’ll trust you, mama.”

Her eyes fill with tears, and she wipes them quickly. “Sorry, I don’t mean to get emotional. It’s just nice to have someone who feels like they’re truly in my corner, you know?”

I’m about to remind her about Mary, but I bite my tongue because I don’t want to ruin the moment. Her sister does love her, and I believe she still will even after all of this. Something deep inside me wants to claim her even further; I want her entirely to myself forever, and to never share her with anyone else. So I don’t acknowledge her fucked up family and the insecurities they’ve planted in her. Instead I’m determined to show her how I care another way.

I kiss her belly, then kiss it again, my hands cradling her sides. She inhales sharply, her stomach flexing as I drag my lips down to her belly button and below. My eyes flick up to hers as I tug at the waistband of her shorts. I want her unlike anyone else I’ve ever wanted before.

Her shorts fall to the floor and I lift her thigh, resting it on my shoulder as I press my mouth to her soft curls right above her pussy. My fingers slide to her slick folds, gathering her wetness and opening her up for my tongue as I lean down to lap at her swollen clit.

“Ryker,” she moans, her hand clawing at my shoulder.

I pause and look up at her. “Want to move to the bed? Would it be more comfortable for you?”

“Bed.”

As I stand I pull her shirt off, kneading her breasts with my palms before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. She’s so petite, my cock hardens further at the thought of her filling out with pregnancy curves.

I lay her on her back with her ass on the edge as I kneel between her legs. Pushing her thighs farther open, I lick up her slit as she moans, arching into my face.

“I should have done this much sooner,” I say with a desperate groan. The taste of her is the sweetest thing I’ve ever had. I eat her pussy, Stassie’s cries and gasps washing over me, and my cock aches for relief. I suck, lick and nip at every inch of her soaking, sweet flesh until she comes, thighs shaking, drenching me in her wetness.

Pushing my boxer briefs down, I kneel between her open legs. I stroke my length, squeezing my tip because I could come just at the sight of her. But I want so much more. “I need… please , baby. I need to come inside you.”

Her eyes pinch shut briefly before she nods. “I want it. I want your cum inside.”

I groan, rubbing my head along her gushing pussy. “God, we’re sick.”

“I don’t care,” she says with a gasp as I push into her.

My eyes roll back as I bury my entire cock in her tight, warm heat until my balls rest against her ass. My hands flex on her hips, my thumb pressing down into her skin as my cock throbs with the need to release already. I blow out a breath, and then look down at where we’re connected. She’s taken me so well, not a word of complaint for stretching around my entire length.

Her belly isn’t so pronounced when she’s lying on her back, but her breasts are larger and I can’t wait to squeeze them. I pull out a few inches before thrusting forward and groan when they bounce with the movement. A flush spreads over her face and neck, and Stassie cups her mounds in her hands.

I shake my head. “Don’t hide yourself. I want to see everything.”

“They’ve gotten bigger and a little sore,” she says. I reach forward, rubbing a hard nipple with my thumb. Her pussy clamps down on me and I rock into the spasm. “So sensitive.”

“Please, Ryker. More, harder.”

I struggle to hold back my release, but give her what she wants. Grabbing her knee, I drag her leg over my waist and press my cock deeper with each thrust, snapping my hips faster.

“Fuck, your cunt is so fucking good. I can’t get enough of it,” I say through clenched teeth.

She swats my hand away when I move to circle her clit again. “Too sensitive.”

“I want you to come on my cock. Please,” I beg her.

Stassie shakes her head, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Too much….because I’m pregnant with your baby…because you filled me with your cum?—”

“Ah fuck,” I cry out. My cock swells inside her, throbbing as I drain my balls into her tight channel.

Stassie sighs. “Yes, fuck. It’s so warm.”

I keep myself buried to the hilt until the last spasm of my release and then roll to my side, panting as Stassie turns to face me. We stare at each other and she smiles, tracing my lips with her fingers.

“You good?”

She nods.

“Come on. Let’s clean up,” I say, climbing off the bed and dragging her by her ankle to the edge before picking her up. She wraps her arms and legs around me while resting her head on my shoulder as I carry her to the bathroom. Setting her on the counter, I warm up the water and then look at her, tucking some tousled hair behind her ear.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Her cheeks turn a bright red. “Stop.”

“I’m serious.” I say, moving closer to her and grabbing the edge of the counter on either side of her thighs. “It’s insane how attracted I am to you.”

Stassie studies my face, frowning a bit. “I look nothing like my sister.”

I blow out a breath, pushing away and nodding once. “Yeah, I know. Mary and I—we, uh. We bonded over having the same stride in life. Working hard and what not.”

She climbs off the counter, walking past me into the shower. Her breasts jut out as she tilts her head back, letting the water soak her hair. I move in front of her, grabbing her hips.

“That wasn’t a dig at you. I tend to forget you’re only nineteen. It’s okay to not have it all figured out yet,” I tell her and lean down, brushing a soft kiss on her lips.

I slide my hands up, kneading at her breasts, and she rests her head on my shoulder.

“They do seem bigger.”

She hums. “They definitely are.”

“My sister-in-law texted me the other day asking if there’s anything we need and mentioned getting a pump through insurance, but if it’s not the one you want I’ll buy whatever.”

Frowning, she steps away and faces me. “Your sister-in-law? You told your brother?”

I wince, then nod. “I needed to speak to someone about all of this. He won’t tell Mary.”

“How can you be so sure of that? It’s a fucked-up situation.”

I pull her back to me. “I didn’t tell him everything. Just about the first time and how it was an accident. I needed advice on how to approach Mary about it. His wife overheard and basically said I need to break up with her regardless. It’s not fair to expect Mary to linger around our oopsie baby.”

“You’re breaking up with her?” Her eyes are wide with hope and fear.

I study her face, my heart pounding, a little stunned she’s surprised. “Yeah, Stassie… I thought—don’t you want to see where this goes with us and the baby?”

“I guess, I don’t know,” she sighs and shakes her head. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow. I’m tired.”

“Okay. Let’s get you to bed after we wash,” I say, grabbing the washcloth and body soap before kneeling in front of her.

Her hand catches my wrist. “Wait, I can do it. You don’t have to wash me.”

“I want to,” I say, staring up at her.

She blushes. “I have to pee, Ryker. Like really bad, I was hoping to go real fast and that you wouldn’t notice.”

A laugh barks out of me. “Now who is the shy one? Go ahead.”

When I don’t move, she scowls at me. “Get off the floor.”

I swallow, glancing at her and then putting my hand between her thighs and forcing her legs to open wider. “How about I stay right here?”

My heart is beating erratically. Ever since the day she peed on the pregnancy test in front of me, there’s been a curiosity inside me. One I’ve had before, but never acted upon and only watched a few times when I was incredibly horny.

“Ryker?” her tiny voice says.

“I’ll move if you want me to,” I tell her softly. “But if you’re okay, I’d like to stay right here.”

Stassie blows out a breath and her hand moves into my hair, steadying herself before squeezing her eyes shut. My attention falls to her pussy, and my hand slides up her thigh, nearly touching her. Her fingers tighten on my scalp and the first trickle of pee starts flowing from her onto my hand and down to the shower floor. In the next second, it’s a steadier stream and my breath catches as I watch, transfixed. It’s hot, scalding almost, but my cock hardens watching it run down both of us. I can’t understand why it’s so arousing, but I wrap my hand around myself, stroking hard with the last few seconds as her pee slows to a few drips.

I switch hands, jacking off with the hand drenched in her piss as Stassie gasps and opens her eyes. We’re silent, staring at each other as I keep pumping my fist.

She licks her lips. “Come on me.”

My balls draw up, my cock jerking in my hand. “Yeah?”

She nods. “Come on my belly and tits.”

I stand, increasing my pace as she cups her breasts, pushing them together. I think about the cum I’ve already filled her with, the seed that I planted months ago, and how it’s growing our baby now. I explode, groaning as my cock throbs, spurting my cum over her breasts. Some ropes of it land on her bump, and Stassie rubs it all over her skin as I catch myself on the tiled wall.

Our eyes meet and her cheeks flush while I grin. “God, every time with you…it just gets better.”

She scrunches her nose, as if not believing me. I laugh and pull her into my chest. “Now let’s get you washed for real and go to bed.”

STASSIE

I groan, and push the heavy arm off me and hurry out of bed.

“What’s wrong?” Ryker’s groggy voice calls out as I shoot into the bathroom, and barely manage to make it on the toilet before sighing in relief as I pee.

My eyes catch him leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms and a goofy smile. “That bad already?”

I shake my head. “Not always, but first thing in the morning, yeah.”

When he continues to watch me as I finish up, I look up at him incredulously. “Why are you just staring at me?”

Ryker shrugs and pulls me into his arms. “I think I like it.”

“Like what?” I ask, confused.

His hand sprawls down my back, cupping my ass before lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me out to the kitchen and sets me on the counter.

“I like watching how your body changes to carry my kid. I can’t explain it. It’s the most beautiful thing and it makes me want to fuck you all day.”

I laugh. “If it helps, I already want to fuck you all day.”

Ryker groans, adjusting himself and moving to the fridge. “Don’t tempt me. I need to keep you two fed. What does my baby want to eat?”

“Hmmm. French toast please,” I say as he hands me a prenatal and a cup of orange juice.

He leans down and kisses my bump. “Whatever baby wants.”

I laugh, shaking my head at him. It’s like last night finally eased away the remaining awkward tension, and I try to ignore the guilt while avoiding any thoughts of the missing person between us.

“How come you’ve barely left for work lately?” I ask, settling on the counter to watch him as he pulls out the ingredients to make us breakfast.

Little paws pitter patter in and Archibald lets out a big meow as he stretches. Ryker snorts, reaching into the cabinet and pulling out a can of his food. He holds it up and looks at me. “You going to be okay if I open this?”

I grimace and plug my nose. “Tell me when it’s okay to look.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I hear Ryker open the can before clicking his tongue. After a moment, he comes back into the kitchen and squeezes my thigh. “I put him in the bathroom.”

“Thank you,” I say, and he smiles at me before it drops and he scratches the back of his neck.

“We need to talk about what happened last night. We can’t keep ignoring what’s happening between us,” he says softly. His eyes plead with me not to get upset as he turns back to the stove to finish cooking me breakfast.

I shift uncomfortably on the counter. “What did you want to talk about? I think it’s pretty simple. We’re caught up in the hormones of the pregnancy.”

Ryker’s eyebrows furrow. “You think that’s all it is?”

Yes. No. I’m not sure what he wants me to say because I want it to be so much more but that’s a secret I’ll never be the first to admit out loud.

He sighs. “I know this is going to make me seem like a shitty person, but I think it’s more than that. I mean, it could be the pregnancy, but I’m drawn to you in a way I can’t explain. Everything in my being craves being around you.”

I bite my lip, watching him as he makes my french toast. “I’m drawn to you too.”

Ryker’s lips quirk and he glances at me with eyes full of warmth before finishing up the cooking. He picks me up, and sets me down before handing me plates to carry to the table.

“Feel like shopping today?” he asks after we sit and I take my first bite of the delicious sweetness.

I give him an amused look. “You just can’t wait, can you?”

He groans. “No, I can’t. I’d build a whole nursery if I could.”

My heart clenches at the reminder that I’m currently taking up the spare bedroom while he’s staying in the main bedroom…with my sister. My eyes shift down to the plate, and I force a few more bites.

“We could always find a new house,” he muses to himself after a few minutes.

My mouth drops open. “Why don’t we just wait and see? I can’t believe I’m talking you out of being impulsive.”

He scowls, but in a teasing way. “It’s not impulsive when I just want to provide for you and the baby.”

I reach over, grabbing his hand. “You are, Ryker. The food, the new job, it’s more than enough.”

“You’ll think about it? I know my parents would love to have me closer to them.”

My eyebrows raise. “You’re serious about the house?”

He nods. “I didn’t think I’d be having kids so soon, but since I can afford it, then yeah. I want a house and a yard, maybe think about getting a dog.”

A laugh bursts out of me. “Archibald would bully the hell out of a dog.”

He smiles. “Probably, but I think he’d also love the hell out of the baby. I saw him curled up on your belly the other day.”

Rolling my eyes, I take a bite of my food and moan. “God, it’s perfect. I could probably eat the whole plate.”

Ryker grins wider, and I point my fork at him. “That was an exaggeration. I’m pretty sure if I ate the whole plate, it would make me sick.”

He waves me off. “I’d still prefer you to eat as much as you can.”

I ignore his mother henning and finish the rest of my breakfast, listening as he explains an upcoming work project and how he’ll need my help organizing some of the files. I’ve only been working with him and his brother for a couple of weeks, and I’m really enjoying it.

Ryker stands, grabbing my empty plate and carrying it to the sink before turning around to stare at me.

I frown at his hesitant expression. “What?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Want to take a shower together?”

I giggle and hold out my hand for him to grab. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

Ryker blows out a breath of relief, and I step into his arms when he gets close. His eyebrows raise as he stares down at me. I poke his chest and drag my nail down his stomach, then cup his growing cock over his pants.

“I also really, really , need to pee.”

He groans, lifting me by my waist as I wrap around him, and carries me to the bathroom. I’ll never understand it, but seeing him so turned on by the act turns me on.