Just Perfect (16 page)

Her need started to fade. “No, Sam.  I might get pregnant.”

He stared hard at her.  Feeling her body cool, she stood up
and tried to turn around.

With a hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her back
down and gave her bottom a light smack.

“Fine.  Put your knees on the bed.  You're too short.”

He sounded angry and was becoming more aggressive.  It
should have scared her but she knew he wouldn't hurt her.  However, her sexual
haze was fading and she wasn't eager to display herself again.

His warm hands spanned her waist.  “It's okay, baby, I got a
condom.  Get up there and show me what's been driving me crazy for weeks.”

Lily slowly obeyed and climbed on the bed.

“That's it,” he praised. He took hold of her hips and
pressed a kiss to her lower back.  Her whole body tingled from the brush of his
beard across her skin.  She tried to thrust her hips back against him but he
held her in a firm grip and she let out a groan of frustration. The mattress
dipped under his weight as he climbed on the bed behind her.  The heat from his
body and the feel of his hard erection brush across her bottom made her core
come to life and throb painfully.  He started kneading her thighs and pulled
them apart.  The air on her wet flesh made her shudder and Lily dropped to her
elbows to bury her face in the blanket. Why was he making her wait?

Finally, one of his hands tightened on her left cheek and
his finger brushed the swollen folds between her spread legs.

“Let's see if you're ready to take me.”

“I'm ready,” She mumbled into the bed.

She groaned when he slipped a thick finger deep inside and
swirled it around.  Her muscles convulsed and she moaned her orgasm.  She
waited so long and couldn't hold back.

“Now you're ready.”  Slowly he thrust inside until her
bottom was pressed tightly against his groin.  Lily cried out and clawed at the
covering.

“Damn, you’re so tight.”

He pulled out and nudged back in holding her hips tightly.

“Oh! It's too much!” She gasped.

“Does it hurt?”  He asked not moving his hips. 

She drew in a deep breath and let it out.

He gave her bottom a firm caress. “Am I hurting you, Lily? 
Because you feel wet and greedy to me.”

“N-no.  It doesn't hurt. I've never felt it like this
before.”

Sam palm rubbed her bottom again before he pulled out a few
inches and pushing back in.  He groaned deep and his hips started to pick up
speed.  Soon he was pounding her with long, measured strokes.

“Oh, Sam.”  She lifted herself up on her arms loving the way
he filled her.  With each thrust, he pushed her closer to the edge.

Sam's hand tangled in her hair and tugged her head back
forcing her to arch her back.  The new sensation and the friction of his
thrusts made her pant and strain back against his body needing the release he
could give her.

“Yeah, that's right, it's good isn't it?”

Lily heard him but all of her attention was focused between
her legs and the feel of his hard thighs rubbing against the back of her softer
ones. 
Just a little more.

He slowed his hips.

“No! Don't stop!”  She frantically bucked back against him
and she touched her fingers to her clit and pressed.

“Damn, you're a hot little thing,” he growled.

He thrusts picked up and she put both hands back down to
brace herself.

“Keep rubbin', baby, I can't hold back.”

Her fingers became a blur between her legs.  Sam let go of
her hair to grab her hips tight and slam into her one last time.  With a cry,
her muscles clamped down hard causing Sam to groan.  He moved her hips back and
forth on his length letting her milk her orgasm. “Oh, yes!”

Lily collapsed on the bed only being held up by his strong
hands.  Her heart pounding and her breath choppy, and she just laid there in a
quivering mess.

He gently pulled out and lowered her body to the bed.

“Don't move.”

She gave a huff of laughter doubting she could move if there
were a fire.

Sam walked out of the bathroom with a warm washcloth.  Lily
was still in the same spot he left her.  Face down on the bed.  He beautiful
round ass was starting to show signs of his handling. Why did he feel the need
to be so aggressive with her?  She liked it, no doubt about that, but he needed
to be more gentle with her.

“Sam?”  She called to his softly.

“Yeah.  Turn over.”

“I can't. I'm so sleepy.  I've been so tired the past few
days.  I think I'm going to bed too late and getting up too early.”  Her voice
sounded groggy.

He set the washcloth on the nightstand and gently turned her
over. His gut clenched.  She was already asleep.  Of course, he wanted to
believe that he wore her out but he knew instinctively it was something else.

Brushing the curls out of her face, his gaze roam her body
settling on her full breasts.  Her nipples were relaxed in sleep and darker than
he remembered.

“Lily, you need to wake up for a minute, baby.”

Nothing. Not even a flutter of an eyelash.  He grabbed the
cloth and gently cleaned between her legs.  She sighed and tried to open her
eyes.

“Sam?”  She whispered.

He chuckled. “Who else would it be?”

“I need to get home.”  She sighed again when he bent her
knee and opened her legs wider so he could finish cleaning her.  When the cloth
brushed across her clit and her thighs jerked.  Tossing the cloth on the floor,
he grabbed her other knee to hold her thighs open.  Her folds were already
glistening and swollen.  She moaned and tried to close her legs, but he held
them open.

“You're beautiful, Lily. Just beautiful.”  He'd never seen
anyone more perfect.  He lightly touched a finger to her clit and watched in
fascination as her nipples drew up into sharp peaks.  Wetness coated his finger
and she groaned.

He ignored his now throbbing dick and concentrated on
satisfying her so she could sleep.  He smiled to himself.  She could probably
sleep anyway but he hated the thought of leaving her unsatisfied.

“Oh, Sam,” she whispered and rolled her hips offering
herself to him.  He gently inserted a finger searching for the sweet spot. 
When he found it, she whimpered and her muscles tightened around his searching
finger.  He lowered his head and his tongue found her clit and gently sucked it
into his mouth.  She was so sensitive, with only a few thrusts of his finger
she mewled her release.

“I think you did something to my body.  I can't seem to get
enough of you.”

A guilty feeling spread.  He
did
do something to
her.  He kissed her supple stomach and made his way up her body to suck a ripe
nipple into his mouth.  Her hips jerked and she cried out.

“Did that hurt?”

“Not really, but I think I've had enough tonight.  I need to
get home.”

“Stay here tonight.  You'll be closer to Johnathan in the
morning.  Just call your mom.”

To his surprise, she didn't argue.  “Okay. I'm too sleepy to
drive anyway.”

Not giving her time to change her mind, he stood up. “I'll
get you something to sleep in and find your phone.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

Her sweet face flushed. “What about you?”  Her eyes dropped
to his swollen cock.

As much as he wanted to sink into her and relieve the ache,
he would give her a break tonight. “It can wait.  We've got plenty of time.” 
He bent to grab his jeans.  He hoped they had plenty of time anyway.

Sam tucked her snugly in his bed and she was asleep before
he reached the door. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would tell her everything.

***

Lily woke the next morning feeling refreshed. Not only that
but there was a delicious ache between her legs.  She smiled.  Sam was the best
stress reliever.

He was such a wonderful man and he wanted her.  Plain,
simple Lily.  It was unbelievable.  She loved him.  How could she not?  He was
kind and supportive of her and Johnathan.  Not to mention so sexy he made her
insides quiver.

After cleaning up in the bathroom and putting on her jeans
and t-shirt, she went in search of Sam.  He wasn't in bed with her when she
woke but she knew he had been there.  She could still feel him his arms around
her.

As she entered the kitchen, she saw Sam's large body at the
stove and Dean was at the coffee pot pouring a cup.  They both turned and
smiled at her.

The smell of coffee and pancakes hit her in the face.  Her
stomach immediately rebelled.  Clapping a hand over her mouth she raced back to
Sam's bathroom.  Her stomach rolled and she gulped, horrified that she might
not make it to the toilet.

Lily stumbled into the bathroom and dropped to her knees and
barely managed to lift the lid before she retched.

“Lily?” 

She flung an arm out behind her.  “Go away! Don't come in
here.”  A spasm took hold of her body and she gagged again and again.  She
didn't have much in her stomach so the heaves were painful.  Oh, she wanted to
die of humiliation. She collapsed on her arms trying to take deep breaths to
calm her stomach.

Sam gently pulled her hair out of her face and pressed a
cold cloth to her forehead.

After a few minutes, her nausea seemed to calm and he
scooped her up to lay her gently on the bed.

“Feel better?”  He asked as he carefully eased his weight
next to her hip.

“I'm so embarrassed, Sam.  I'm sorry.”  Her voice quivered
and tears formed in her eyes.  She hadn't been that sick since….

“The condom broke, Lily.”  He palmed the side of her face
and ran his thumb lightly over her cheek.

“What?”  She watched him close his eyes and draw a breath
before pinning her with a serious look.

“It broke,” He said firmly.

A sense of dread started to form at his words.

“L-Last night?”  She forced the question out.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

It felt like he dunked her in ice water.  She started to
shake and spots wavered before her eyes.

“Weeks ago?”  She whispered.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, taking her cold fingers in his warm hand.

Lily let his words sink in.  She was pregnant.  With Sam's
baby.  And he knew before she did.  How did she not know?

She jerked her hands away and scrambled off the bed,
grabbing her sweater as she went. “I need to go.”

He stood up and reached for her.

“No! Stay away from me.”

He stopped immediately and held his hand up. “Okay.  Calm
down.  It's not good for the-”

She pointed and accusing finger at him. “Stop! Don't say
it.”  She slowly inched around him to the door.  His eyes followed her like she
was his prey and his possession.  In just a matter of seconds, her whole life
changed.  Again.

She blinked back tears.  What was she going to do?  How
could she have been so selfish with her needs?  She did it again.  She got
herself pregnant.  Again.  Only now it was worse.

“Lily wait.  Don't go yet.  Let's talk about this.” His
familiar deep, soothing voice had the opposite effect on her. 

She fled the bedroom to gather her things and get the hell
out of there so she could think.  Her eyes darted around the living room in
search of her purse.

“You can't leave like this.  You're too upset to drive.”  He
sounded so reasonable. 

She spotted her purse on the back of the sofa and rushed to
grab it.

“Where are my shoes?”  When she faced him, he had her shoes
in his hand.

“Everything okay?”  Dean appeared in the living room.

“No-”

“Yes-”

They said at the same time.

Lily snatched her shoes out of Sam's hand and balanced on
the back of the sofa to slip them on.  She felt disconnected from her body like
she was on the outside looking in.  It wasn't real.  This couldn't be
happening.

“Lily, slow down.  You can't go rushing off.  This isn't
just about you.”

She froze.  “How dare you, Sam.  How dare you say that to
me.”

“I didn't mean it like that.”  He ran a hand through his
hair.

“You changed my life, Sam, without asking me.”  She felt the
blood rush to her feet. “You changed Johnathan's life.  How could you do that
to us without telling me?”  She waited for an answer.  Hoping he would say
something magical to make the panic go away.

“I want to be with you, Lily.  Johnathan too.  We can make
this work.”

If he said that just last night, she would have been
ecstatic.  Today, it made her feel empty.

“I'm leaving.  I don't want to see you right now.”

He grabbed her arm as she walked past to the door.

“That's my baby you're carrying, Lily.  You'll most
definitely see me.”  He threatened.

Her vision clouded with a haze of red. “You're so sure it's
yours?” She wanted to lash out at him and hurt him for doing this to her, to
shake his calm demeanor.

His fingers tightened. “Don't go there.”

“Sam,” Dean warned from across the room.

Lily jerked her arm away.  His blue eyes burned into hers
but didn't try to stop her as she left the house. It wouldn't be long before
she saw him again.  There was a promise in his angry glare.

***

Sam was helpless to do anything but watch Lily leave.  She
may have well slammed the door instead of easing it closed because click echoed
in his head.  That didn't go well at all.  It killed him to see the panic in
her face and the coldness in her eyes when she realized he deceived her.  He
pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What the hell was that all about?” Dean sounded as panicked
as Sam felt.

Sam dropped his hand and faced his brother. “You're going to
be an uncle.”

Dean's eyes bugged out. “Are you serious?  How the hell did
that happen?”

Sam gave him the usual don't-be-a-dumb-ass look.

“Aren't you a little old to be getting young women pregnant
on accident, Sam?”

“Yeah.”  He sat heavily in his recliner.

Dean frowned. “Tell me you didn't.”

“Didn't what?”

Dean gestured to the front door. “Get Lily pregnant on
purpose!”

Sam sighed. “I didn't get her pregnant on purpose.”

Dean looked unconvinced. “Are you sure?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I'm not having this conversation with you.”

Dean laughed without humor. “I think you made it a family
affair.”

“The condom broke.  I didn't tell her.”  He said simply.

Dean ran a hand over his face and plopped down on the sofa.
“Shit, Sam.  When you fall from grace, you take one hell of a tumble.”

“What does that mean?”

His brother’s green eyes grew serious. “I've never known you
to lie.”

“I didn't realize I could do it either.  I seem to be
capable of all kinds of things where she's concerned. Even being a lying
asshole to keep her.”  It was true.  He wasn't sure he would change anything
given a chance. If she didn't come around, what would he do?  Would he force
her?  No. But he could be damned convincing if he needed to be.