Page 59 of Torqued

“Not that it’s important, but I’ve never brought a girl home. Not in high school or any time I’ve been in college or racing. No one, Spencer but you. You are the first, and will be the only.”

I drop my head, fighting my stupid tears for betraying me. “I’m sorry, I’ve ruined everything.”

“You could never ruin anything for me, unless you say you don’t love me.” He leans in, taking my lips with his.

Rush slides my jeans down, tipping me over onto his bed. I giggle, kicking my feet to free them. He grabs the hem, and gives them I hard yank. They end up in the floor, beside of his pants.

I crawl back up on the bed, with him stalking me like a prey. My need for him is primal, and there’s no holding back. I reach up, wrapping my hands around his neck and pull him down.

Rush moves between my legs, and I hitch mine on his hips. Rocking mine into him, and he slides deep into me. There’s nothing left to hold us back, it’s just him and me.

Our bodies work together, pulling and pushing as one. His grind working into me, as I force myself down on his cock. Our pace quickening and slowing to survive another minute longer and not lose this connection.

Rush stares into my eyes and I’m lost within his. We work as one to find the perfect rhythm much like our beating hearts. It’s the to and fro between us, pushing us higher and deeper.

When our gaze meets again, he speaks to my soul. Telling me never to fear the future because he’ll be there with me. Loving me like I’ve never been loved before.

We fall into one another, loving and showing each other our hearts desire. Our bodies reaching the ultimate climax, together. Our story still yet to be written, but knowing it will end with us and our forever.

“I love you, Spencer.” Rush brushes his lips against mine, he’s breathing ragged and his body trembles.

I place my hands on either side of his face, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Rush.”

We fall asleep in a tangled mess of legs, arms, and sheets. Life gets no better than this, I’m convinced. Funny thing about young love, when the morning dawns, we’re still entwined like the night before.

Alright, the hours before.

I open my eyes, to find Rush snuggled next to me. If I move one inch, he’ll wake up. His hair is a knotty mess, whips in every direction. My lids flutter closed, and I bask in his splendor.

A wave of nausea moves through my belly, pummeling me from side to side. I sit up, dizzy and confused until I can recollect where I am. I slip from the bed, making a mad dash to the half bath he showed me last night.

I barely get the door closed when I lose the contents of my stomach. Again and again. I find the cool tile of his bathroom floor rather pleasant, while contemplating how I can be this sick.

“No. No, no, no.” I rise from the green depths to run the last few weeks and months through my mind. “I can’t be. There’s no way.”

I struggle to get upright, and washing my face and mouth. The kitchen is just to my right, so I ease the door open and make a break for it. There’s no way I can mention this to Rush until I know for sure.

Being pregnant has never been on my radar, and I’m not sold on the idea now. I search a few cabinets finally finding a cup, and go in search of some ginger ale.

“Too bad there’s not a test in here somewhere. Has Margo never had a scare? Just my luck, the one person who shouldn’t have one.” I murmur, turning green again.

I find some ginger ale, and add a few chunks of ice. It’s cool and soothes my belly, that’s all I need for right now. While I sip on my drink, I walk around the house, looking at the rooms and landscape.

“It’s so beautiful here, he’s made it a real home.”

“I never thought of it as a home until you come along, it’s always been my house.” He stands across the room, stark naked and smiling.

My eyes are round, taking all of him in. “Well, good morning Mr. Hatcher.”

“Mornin’,” he grins when he winks at me.

“We have a cookout to go to, so you need to put that away and get my bag for me please.” Before I lose my stomach in front of you right here and now.

He runs his hand through his hair. “Did I not mention, it’s come as you are?”

“Oh, really? Good deal.” I drag his shirt over my head and drop it in the floor. “I just need my tooth brush and we can go.”

His frenzied perusal of my body, takes in every curve I have. “I’ll go get your luggage.”