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Chapter Ten

Tuesday rolled around
and Jason
was nervous. He wasn’t sure how this evening would go with Peyton, but he had
high hopes they would end up in his bed. It had been too long without, even
though it had only been not quite a week without her hot little pussy around
him.

He’d been
to the bar each night
she worked, just watching. He loved how she interacted with her customers,
smiling most of the time. There had been a couple of times he wanted to step in
when she had a particularly rowdy patron, but he didn’t. He stayed in his spot
in the booth near the back, just watching.

She was beautiful no matter what she wore, how she had her
hair, how much makeup she had on or whatever. She twisted his guts into knots.

When the doorbell rang, he wiped his sweaty palms on the
thighs of his jean
s, checked everything was in its
place on the table waiting for their intimate dinner to commence and headed for
the door.

He knew he had a shit eating grin on his face that slowly
slid off when he opened the door.

“Sheila?”

“Can I come in?”

“Uh, sure.
I g
uess. I’m having company soon.”

“I know. Peyton is coming over. I wanted to be here when
she got here because this is something you should both hear.”

“I don’t like the sound of this.”

“You probably won’t when I tell you what’s up.”

“Why don’t you just tel
l me
what’s the
problem.
”

“No. Peyton needs to know.”

The doorbell rang again as dread now slid through him. He
didn’t like the way Sheila was looking at him and he sure didn’t like the glaze
in her eyes. She almost looked like she was high or drunk.

He op
ened the door to find Peyton
on the other side. “Hey.” He kissed her quickly on the lips.

“Hey.” She stepped inside the house and he shut the door
behind her.
“Sheila here?
I saw her car
outside.”

“She just got here,” he whispered. “I don’t know what’s up,
but she insisted you be here when she told me why she’s
visiting.”

“I can totally hear you.”

“Why don’t we all take a seat in the living room so you can
share with us what your visit is about,
Sheila.
”

“Fine.”
Sheila took a seat in
the chair across from t
he couch.

He took one of Peyton’s hands and led her to the couch so
she could sit beside him. Somehow he thought this was going to affect both of
them and he wasn’t sure he liked the feeling. Right now, he wanted to shove
Sheila out the door, lock it behi
nd her and lose
himself in Peyton’s arms.

“What’s this all about?”

“Peyton knows we slept together.”

“So? I don’t keep things from her, but I don’t necessarily
enjoy telling her about other women I’ve been with.”

“And you told me you’d slept with him when
you were at my house last week.”

“That was before I found out something today that has
changed everything.”

“What?” Jason asked
,
his gut twisted in a knot.

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?” He jumped to his feet. “That’s impossible.”

“We didn’t use a condom,
Jason.”

He raked his fingers through his hair. This was nuts. She
couldn’t be pregnant. “You said you were on birth control.”

“I wanted you. I would have said anything to get you into
bed with me.”

He glanced down at Peyton. Her face had turned ashen.
“Pey
ton?”

“I think I’d better go. This is between you two.”

With both of her hands in his, he pleaded, “No. Stay,
please. I need you here.”

“You need to talk and decide what you’re going to do about
this, Jason. It doesn’t concern me.”

“Yes, it does. You’re pa
rt of my
life now.”

“We’re only dating.”

“Not to me. I need you here.”

Sheila jumped to her feet with her hands on her hips. “This
is all so touching, but what the hell are you going to do about me? I don’t
want to have a baby out of wedlock.”

“I’m not mar
rying you, Sheila, if
that’s what this is all about.”

“I don’t want a bastard child.”

“If the baby is mine, I’ll take care of it, but I’m not
marrying you. I don’t love you.”

“If?
You think I was
fucking around with more than just you?”

“Hell, I don’t know
what you’ve
been doing. If you gave it to me so easily, you could have been with a half a
dozen guys at the same time.”

Sheila’s hand snaked out and slapped him across the cheek.
“How dare you. I’m not a slut unlike someone else in this room who slept wit
h you after going to a party with another guy.”

“Leave Peyton out of
this.”

“I won’t. She’s standing between the two of us.”

“There is no you and me, Sheila. I won’t be blackmailed
into marrying you because you
might
be pregnant with my
child. As I said, i
f it turns out to be mine, and
yes, I will insist on a paternity test, then we’ll deal with it, but I’m not
marrying you.”

“You haven’t heard the last of me.” Sheila stomped to the
door, whipped it open and left in a huff.

“Are you okay?” Jason asked, taki
ng
Peyton in his arms. He wasn’t sure how this would affect his budding
relationship with the woman in his arms, but he didn’t like how quiet she had
become or the paleness of her complexion.

“I’m okay.”

“I didn’t see this coming.”

“I know you didn’t.”

He
moved to the front and shut
the door. When he returned to her side, he sat them both down on the couch
together. “I’m sorry. This is not something you should have to deal with. I
need more information from Sheila like how far along she is. It’s been a whil
e since we’ve been together.”

“Like how long?”

“A few months anyway.”
He glanced at the
ceiling as he tried to remember.
“Three
months at least.”

“She never mentioned anything to me when she was at my
house drinking like a fish last week either and she kne
w you and I had been together.”

“Somehow I think this is a ploy. If she is indeed pregnant,
it’s probably not mine. She’d have to be several months along for it to be.”

“Do you think she’s lying?”

“Could be.
I mean, she sure
jumped on me marrying her. Mayb
e she thought she’d
get a ring from me and then play at a miscarriage. She wouldn’t be the first to
pull that kind of stunt.”

“Why would she want to do that?” Peyton asked, sitting back
against the arm of the couch.

“To break us up.”

“I thought she was my
friend.”

“Some women do nasty things when men are involved.”

A smile curved her lips as one eyebrow rose over her eye.
“And men don’t?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ve seen some men do silly things too for a woman they
were head over heels for.”

“Oh, like what?”

“Cook them
dinner.”

“That’s not a big deal. I’m cooking you dinner tonight,” he
whispered, sliding his lips along her neck.
Lord, I like to
nip at her skin.

Her breathing hitched. “Fuck them against the wall.”

“Really?” he asked, liking where this conversation was h
eaded. Fucking her against the wall sounded like a
fantastic idea. He’d sure liked it when they’d done it before. He could hit the
exact right spot inside her with that angle. “Wanna fuck?”

“More than anything.”

He tugged her tank top over her head, reveal
ing the lacy bra covering her breasts.
She sure has pretty tits.
“I like your boobs.”

“Thanks.”

He skimmed his mouth down her chest to capture a nipple in
his mouth through her bra. “They are magnificent.”

“I’m glad you like them.”

“They are perfect for me
.
Just the right size for my hands to cup.
Someday I want to fuck
you between these gorgeous mounds.”

“As I suck the head
between my lips.”

“Fuck yeah.” He pushed one hand down the waistband of her
jeans.

“Unbutton them first. It’s easier to reach me.” The
minute he had them unfastened, she shoved them and her
panties over her hips, revealing the tuft of hair at the juncture of her
thighs. She toed off her boots as she wiggled out of her clothes. “Touch me. I
need you.”

Her hot pussy almost scalded his fing
ers as he pushed them inside her. His cock ached to be
there. His balls burned for release. He wanted to fuck her on the kitchen
counter.

Without breaking he sweat, he picked her up and headed for
the kitchen. She squeaked when the cold countertop hit her
butt cheeks.

He chuckled as he unbuckled his belt. “I’m going to fuck
you hard and fast.”

“Good. I’m so horny, I could combust.”

“Open for me, babe. I’m
comin
’ home.”

He positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly slid the
engorged flesh inside of her.
The hot, silky feel of
her pussy welcomed him like no one else ever had.

“That’s it. Fuck me.”

He slowly drew his cock out until just the head remained.
She whimpered as she grabbed his hips, trying to pull him back inside her. With
his hands on her hips,
he began a slow, torturous
fucking that would leave them both breathless, but wanting more. “Slow.”

“No, fast.
Hard.”

“Nope.
I’m controlling this.”

The soft mewling sounds she made
ramped
his desire higher. She was perfect for
him in every way. She met him
stroke for stroke,
touch for touch, and feeling for feeling, or at least he hoped so because he
was losing the battle to keep his heart out of the mix with her.

* * * *

The hard slide of his cock pushed her closer and closer to
the edge of insanity. She
wanted him to fuck her
harder, but then again, she didn’t. The slow glide of his pace brought her to
the brink without pushing her over. It was driving her crazy!

“Jason, please.”

“Please what, darlin’?”

“Fuck!”

“Yeah, that’s what we’re
doin
’.”