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“Pretty Girl, I don’t know if you’re ready for that,” I say, my voice strained while I battle the darkness in my chest telling me to do it. To feel her. To give her a piece of me. Sam takes her pill religiously. There’s a 1% chance she could get pregnant. She did miss it a few times she was sick due to throwing up, which brings that effectiveness down to 91%. And she was on an antibiotic.

“I’m in love with you, Jameson, please.” She guides my body back to hers, her hands running through my hair and bringing our mouths together. Her kiss starts out sweet and gets dirtier with every thrust of her tongue inside my mouth. “I trust you.”

My gaze drops to where the head of my cock is notched at her opening. Her sweet juices are spreading over the tip. It looks so good, a bead of precum surfaces from the slit. “Fuck it.” I push into her gently, her velvet heat sucking me in.

This. This is the best feeling in the world. My heart bangs wildly in my chest, and my blood burns in my veins. “So fucking perfect.”

Her pussy stretches tightly around me and her ankles lock at my back. “You feel so good, Jameson. I love how this feels.”

My brain explodes. I growl, thrusting faster. She angles her torso, taking me deeper, and my eyes roll back in my head. I can still pull out, I remind myself over and over even as she clamps down on me. My hands grip her hips and she lets out another breathy whimper.

“Harder.”

The sight of Sam lying naked under me, her tits marked from my teeth, her nipples hard and swollen from my mouth is a shot of adrenaline in my veins. Watching where my cock disappears inside of her hits me deep. I want this. I need this for the rest of my life. Our senior year of high school has been fun, and I love indulging Sam in all the things she wants to do. It’s what comes after that terrifies me. I’ll follow where she goes. I’ll pick up and move thousands of miles away if she wants. I know Colorado is on her list of possibilities and so is Minnesota. I’m with her for whatever her dream is, however that looks. Sam Campbell is my dream.

The possessiveness inside me erupts into a hunger so deep and dark and primal. I thrust into her over and over, listening to her chant my name and moan how good I make her feel. Her fingers tighten on my sides, little scratches I’ll wear with pride tomorrow. Her hips lift to meet me stroke for stroke.

“I need you to come, Sam. I want to feel you come, Pretty Girl.” Sweat trickles down my back and her eyes flame. She bites her bottom lip, her neck arching, pressing her tits higher in the air. Her pussy clenches like a vise, and I know I won’t last much longer. Pulling her nipple between my teeth, she whimpers, crying out. Finally, her pussy convulses, sucking my cock deep inside her. My mouth goes to her neck at the same time my cock explodes, filling her with my cum for the first time.

My eyes blink away the memory. There's a 9-10% chance when a woman doesn’t take her pill correctly that pregnancy can occur. I could have pulled out. I could have insisted we wait until we had a condom. One night. One time. I knew what I was doing.

“I’m confused and I need you to spell it out for me, Jameson. This list, my list…this is a big deal. What are you keeping from me?” Her voice shakes as she gets off her bed, standing to face me. I reach for her, but she steps back.

“Don’t like it when you keep yourself from me, Pretty Girl.”

“Well, I don’t like being lied to, so I guess we’re both shit out of luck today.” She shrugs her shoulders, her sass on full display.

I fight to keep my grin off my face as I study her. “I’ll tell you what you need to know if you come with me.”

Her blue eyes widen. “Come with you where?”

“The apartment. You want proof and it's all there,” I tell her, easing back a step and trying to show her she has a choice.

“I don’t know if I trust you right now, Jameson. The things I found out today…how long have you been lying to me?” Tears fill her eyes, and it feels like someone is jabbing a knife into my stomach.

“Come with me,” I urge her, my hand reaching out for hers, desperate to touch any part of her. “You know me, Sammy. I’d never hurt you.”

She hiccups and tears slide down her cheeks. “One hour, Kane. You have one hour to show and tell me everything and then I walk out of there.”

My jaw ticks. I just need to get her there to explain. I nod my head, and she walks past me out of the room, ignoring my outstretched hand. I follow close behind, my front grazing her back as we exit the door. Her eyes stay focused straight ahead. The elevator ride down is silent; the car ride is almost worse. Sam’s closed in on herself. Her shoulders hunch and she keeps silently crying. When we reach the shop, I go to open her door, but she’s already out, not bothering to wait for me. Biting my tongue, I let her lead the way to the entrance, where she only moves closer to me so that I can open the locks. Once the door opens, she shoots up the stairs, not bothering to look back. In her haste, she misses the extra lock I engage and seal with my thumb print. Like fuck am I letting her leave tonight.

Upstairs, Sam waits in the living room, her arms crossed over her middle. Her eyes hold tears and pain. I can’t handle it. Stalking over to her, my arms wrap around her before she can stop me. Her arms are trapped between us. She struggles but eventually her fight gives out and she melts into my hold.

“Don’t cry, Sam.” I kiss the top of her head, her temple, her forehead. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

“How did you want me to find out?” she demands, her eyes spitting fire. “Were you just going to hand me an envelope at my graduation and say here, congratulations?”

I shake my head and step back. My hands cradle her face. “I never wanted you to find out. You never were supposed to know.”

Her face turns red and she yanks from my grasp. “Why?”

“I did it all for you, Sam. The racing, the money, paying your tuition to one of your dream schools, making sure you got whatever you wanted. Every dream, and every goal, I did it for you. I love you and I want you to have everything.”

Her lips slam shut and she looks away from me. Her chest shudders, her hands balling into fists. “And Dylan?”

“I didn’t pull out, Sam. I came inside you bare. I knew the probability; I studied everything about your pills, knew everything about your period to help you. When you were sick with pneumonia you puked them up so the pills weren’t in your system for a few days. I didn’t do it on purpose, but I knew the percentage was there.” I reach out, grasping her waist and slamming her body into mine. She gasps, and her hands land on my chest. “I don’t regret it. Dylan is ours. She’s perfect. I love her more than anything, and I wouldn’t change anything about that night even if I could go back.”

Her eyes are guarded and I can see her mind still spinning. “How did you know I was home tonight? That Dylan wouldn’t be there?”