Page 23 of Hold ‘Em Tight (Solidarity Academy #4)

“You want my thick cock inside you?” he asks, his lips trailing along my jaw, moving down my throat.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Want me to fill this perfect pussy with my cum? My perfect pussy.”

“Yes, yes.” Okay, so dirty-talking Trevor is hot as fuck.

“You're so fucking sexy,” he growls, nipping at my throat. “Knowing you’re growing a life inside you… fuck, it’s incredible.”

His words are like a punch to the gut, and I try not to flinch away like I’ve been struck. His words are like a cold bucket of water. I need him to shut up. If he doesn’t stop, it’s going to ruin everything. I can’t listen to baby talk. Not now.

So, I do what I’ve been doing since we got back to school, anytime he brings up the baby, and I distract him.

Grabbing his face, I pull him down for a kiss. It’s hot and dirty, making the both of us moan. “Fuck me, Trevor,” I beg. “Make me forget.”

I’m sure he thinks I mean about today, but no. I need to forget about everything. For my mind to just shut off all of the outside noise and smothering thoughts that threaten to drag me down.

His hand tangles in my hair, and he kisses me like his life depends on it, moaning as he presses me into the mattress.

My hands run along his body, and I love the way he shivers beneath my touch.

“Need you,” he mumbles against my lips, grabbing my leg and hiking it up over his hip. “Crave you.”

He positions his cock at my entrance, and breaks the kiss to look me in the eyes. With his gaze locked on mine, he thrusts into me in one long stroke.

As my eyes roll back, I let out a gasp, dragging my nails along his back when he starts to fuck into me.

“You always feel so fucking good,” he groans.

“You. Too,” I pant out. “More. Harder. Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

My eyes flutter open and I try not to frown. “You're not going to hurt me. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” He nods before he starts to fuck into me again.

“This…” I moan, arching my back. “This is what I need. Yes, Trevor. Make me feel good. Fuck.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my whole body shudders when he bites down. “Fuck. Oh, God. Yes. Right there. Harder.” I grab his ass cheeks, forcing him to fuck into me with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he grunts. “This body is incredible. Growing a life. Fuck, so fucking sexy.”

No. I won’t let him ruin this moment, not when I’m so close to coming. Grabbing his face, I kiss him, swallowing his words until he’s putty in my hands.

“I’m so close,” he grunts. “How the hell am I ever going to last long with you without a condom. Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

That makes me smile. That’s what I want to hear from him.

“Come for me, Trevor. Fill me up. Make me as yours. I want to be full of you.”

“Oh, God,” he groans, kissing me again. “I want you to come too.”

Slipping my hand between us, I play with my clit, giving myself an extra push towards the edge, after being pulled out of the moment more than I’d like.

He leans back, grabbing my legs and placing them on his shoulders. Holding my ass up, he fucks into me like he’s unable to hold back anymore, and that’s when he starts to hit the perfect spot.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream. “Don’t stop. Right there. Fuck, fuck. Oh, God, Trevor!” I scream. Every thrust throws me closer towards my release, until I’m clamping down around him, my body shaking in his hold as my orgasm hits me.

My back bows, my eyes roll, and my head feels like it's spinning as pleasure washes over me in waves.

“Rylee.” Trevor moans my name like a prayer, as he thrusts into me one final time. Holding my pussy flush to him, he buries his cock deep inside me as he breaks.

His thick cock pulses inside me as ropes of hot cum fill me up, adding another jolt to my release.

After he’s finished, Trevor, who is a panting, sweaty mess, pulls out and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“That was amazing.”

“Thanks.” I smile against his chest. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

He chuckles, and the sound warms me. I love moments like this. Just me and him. No talk of the others, or the baby. Just us.

I know I need to tell him what happened, but I can’t. Not right now. It hurts too much. If I tell Trevor, then the guys will have to know, because the guilt of Trevor knowing over them would eat me alive. And that’s just adding more pain on top of the piles of it we’re already feeling.

This isn’t the best way of thinking, but it’s what my mind has decided we’re going to do.

Avoid anything to do with the baby, and hope Trevor forgets it was ever a thought.

God, maybe I really am losing my mind.

As I stare down at the girl who’s stolen my heart, and turned my world upside down in the best possible way, I know something's wrong.

Every time I talk about the baby, or make a comment of any kind regarding the subject, she’s quick to shut me down.

I’m not stupid, I know what she’s doing.

She’s in denial. With everything going on in her and the guys’ lives, she doesn’t want to add more to their plate, and I understand that. But pushing it away and pretending it’s not happening isn’t healthy for anyone.

I’m doing my best to care for her, to keep her healthy, and am even slipping prenatal pills into the smoothies I make her every morning.

If I push her, she’s going to shut down more, maybe even have a breakdown. And I won’t be the reason for that. I’ve tried to get her to tell the guys, but she won’t.

She doesn’t want to be the reason they stress out more. But the fact is, there’s a baby coming, and I don’t think they’re going to be too happy to find out that they’ve missed out on the whole pregnancy when she goes into labor one day and they never knew.

I’m lost. I don’t know what to do. I respect the guys, and if it was me, I’d want to know. I’d want to be there for her, to help take care of her and the baby.

She hasn’t even gone for a check up since finding out about the baby. She has to be around four months now, at least. Shouldn’t this be the time where the baby is moving?

How couldn’t that be a literal kick of reality? Of what's going on. We should be going for ultrasounds. Making sure the baby is growing and is healthy.

Rylee is still cheering when she probably shouldn’t be. At the very least, she shouldn't be being thrown in the air. I know the guys are good at what they do, but there’s always a chance Rylee can fall and hurt both herself and the baby.

It’s killing me, eating away at my conscience. I’m trying so damn hard, but I feel like it’s not good enough. I’m lost, and I have no one to talk to. Who do I even tell, or ask for advice about this?

Either I push Rylee to tell the guys, to accept the fact she’s pregnant, and risk her hating me for trying to force her hand at something she’s clearly not ready for, or I do what I’ve been doing and we deal with the consequences as they come.

But I hate lying to the guys. I hate knowing something so important when they don’t.

Rylee says it’s going to add to their stress, and yes, that might be true, but even I know these guys would find a way to deal with it, because they love Rylee so much. I know they would make amazing dads, and would love to be a part of every moment of her pregnancy.

The fact is, come the new year, there’s going to be a baby in all our lives. One that’s part her, part them.

Rylee can’t ignore this forever. She just can’t.

And I have no fucking clue what I’m going to do.

Rylee shifts in her sleep, snuggling closer to me, and my heart clenches. “I love you, sweet girl,” I murmur, kissing her forehead. “But you're killing me. I’m trying, baby. I’m trying so hard, but I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do.”

Closing my eyes, I try to swallow down the emotion in my throat as we lay there together, in this moment of peace. Just the two of us. If only life could be this simple all of the time.