Page 70 of Overachiever
“Yeah, that’d make a great impression.” He makes a pouty face when I look up at him, and why does he have to be so damned cute?
“If you can be quiet, I’ll blow you.”
His eyes widen, and he rolls over on his back, stripping his underwear off simultaneously. With a huge grin, he tucks his hands behind his head. “You may service me now.”
God help me, I love this man. Maybe I love him a little too hard since I have to stop twice because of the noises he’s making. By the time I make him come, he’s resorted to putting a pillow over his head, and I can’t help the satisfied smile on my face when I toss it aside.
“Always an overachiever,” he says.
“I love making you lose control.”
He pulls me into his arms. “I’m always out of control around you.”
It’s late when his phone buzzes, but neither of us are asleep. He checks it and grins over at me in the light of the screen. “Want to get high?”
“What? Now?”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “Joel and Carter are waiting for us outside.”
Why not? We quickly get dressed and creep out into the dim hallway. Owen holds my hand while we quietly make our way through the house and out the back door without waking his parents or younger brothers.
The cool night air feels amazing on my skin, and the moonlight pouring over the surrounding fields seem to make them glow. “Where are we going?”
“You don’t have to whisper,” Owen says, leading me across the field. “They’re waiting at the creek.” The look on his face is pure joy. “We always used to sneak out to smoke or drink by the creek. It’s been forever since we’ve done it.”
Voices reach my ears when we step through a line of trees, and the sound of flowing water grows. In a tiny clearing beside the creek, Joel and Carter sit on a couple of five gallon buckets they’ve flipped over. A stack of buckets sit next to a nearby tree, and Owen grabs two for us to join them.
“About fucking time,” Carter says, firing up a joint in his hand.
Owen takes it when it’s handed to him. “I thought you quit.”
Carter smiles at him, then glances at Joel. “I did. He’s a bad influence. Talked me into it for old time’s sake. You should’ve seen it, he was nearly in tears. He was being such a pussy, I had no choice.”
“Pfft. Says the guy who cried at the end of Hamilton,” Joel scoffs. Joel looks a lot like Owen, but a little shorter and heavier. Carter must’ve got some recessive gene because he’s taller than any of the others, including their father.
“I did not.”
“Please, you were weeping like a teased vagina.”
“Lina didn’t want to come?” Owen asks, handing over the joint.
Lina has been the only other woman in this sea of testosterone today. As Joel’s long time girlfriend, she was thrilled to meet me and have another woman near her age around.
Joel shakes his head. “Ah no, she isn’t smoking right now.”
It only takes a couple of trips around the circle for all of us to be stoned. They have strong weed here. That doesn’t stop Owen from noticing something is up with his brother.
“Are you guys okay?”
Joel’s lips press together before he replies, “She’s pregnant.”
The only sound for about thirty seconds is the rushing water until Owen finally speaks up. “Were you trying?”
Joel’s incredulous laugh says it all. “It was an accident. We’ve always used a condom. Had one break. We should’ve gotten a morning after pill.”
Carter says what we’re probably all thinking. “Have you guys considered…the other options? I mean, if this isn’t what you want.”
“We talked about it. We want kids, we just didn’t plan it yet. We’re in a position to take care of it. We’re going to make it work. I’m just freaking out.”