No, no, no, no, no!
There had to be a perfectly good explanation for this. I mean math had never been my strongest subject.
In the 3rd grade the memorization of the multiplication tables just seemed to be too difficult in my mind. So I neglected my studies in favor of coveting Casey Smith's Lisa Frank binder and pencil set. This resulted in a summer tutor, completely unnecessary if I would have concentrated more efficiently on the black board then a crummy little unicorn design on a trapper keeper.
I managed to get by later in life during algebra, geometry, trig, the whole she bang; despite the new distractions of Timothy Williams, Kevin Wu, Andy Bergman, etc. However, at this very moment I was hoping I had forgotten some fundamental rule when it came to adding, doubling up or subtracting. The equation I was tackling kept coming up to a doomed number, a number that was plaguing me the more I reworked the numbers in my head and then finally onto a sheet of paper.
"Fuck, Sookie." He hissed as I released his aching cock from the confines of his dark jeans. His large hands roughly grabbed the tangled strands of my hair as I voraciously sucked at his swollen head, drinking small sips of the precum that was weeping from his pulsing slit.
His freakishly long arms reached down to the front of my dress where my left breast had slipped out fumbling with my sore nipple twisting and jerking it hard.
I let him fall from my mouth and let out a tiny yelp. "Oh Sookie." He soothed in that charming accent, he gripped my arms pulling me from my kneeling position and righted me infront of him. Instead of the coarse grips and urgent tugs he was doing before his hands now cupped my heavy breasts measuring their weight, squeezing them gently. His eyes were hooded with lust; his breaths were coming in short puffs along my lashes and if it were even possible I could feel him getting harder.
This couldn't be happening.
I was the responsible one.
I was the slightly jaded Stackhouse, but the unwavering, vigilant, and responsible one. I had finished college on time with honors, had a decent job, and a very small but fulfilling social life.
My roommate Amelia would drag me out as much as I would allow and pry me away from the dreaded take home paper work I had as a receptionist at the law firm I was employed at and get me reacquainted with the world. Some nights ended in me falling asleep in my first gin and tonic, others ended with me dragging Amelia from the closing establishments.
The last night she successfully dragged me out of our apartment we ended up going to some new bar that had opened up downtown. Amelia had a crush on one of the bartenders, typical, and I was forced to come along for support and wingman duties.
Which was fine by me until I was slurping tediously at the few drops of liquor left swimming in the bottom of my fifth drink. Courtesy of Tray, Amelia's soon to be fuck buddy. This left me with the pleasant chore of wobbling out to the curb in Amelia's ridiculous leopard print wedges she insisted I borrow and calling a cab, by myself.
Technically the night was still young, but I didn't feel comfortable sitting in a booth across from the lovebirds while Amelia gave Tray a hand job underneath the table during his fifteen-minute break.
I stood up to pee one last time and began to rummage through my purse. I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into a solid wall. A very solid warm and breathing wall, which I thought was strange because I was pretty sure I wasn't heading in the direction of a wall.
"Hello." The Wall greeted while holding me steady with warm large hands. I looked up into a deep cerulean gaze, which oozed pure male confidence. He winked and the sliver of lace that I was calling underwear was soaked through and through.
"Yeah." I responded cleverly and gripped his hands prying them from my shoulders. I needed a drink. Water, preferably. He spun around and fired off an order to a disheveled looking man in a foreign language. The young man looked me up and down and rolled his eyes moving behind the bar. He returned a second later with a glass of water and muttered something in that language and began to light a cigarette with a flick of his zippo. I lifted an eyebrow at his brazen antics but swallowed any remarks with a huge gulp of water
The Wall grabbed the cigarette took a drag himself and dumped it out in my half empty cup of water. He rattled off some more foreign words and slid his large hand around my waist guiding me to the back of the bar.
At this point I was working on autopilot so he could have been taking me to a secret basement filled with kink and I wouldn't have protested.
We entered an office and he removed his blazer revealing a white v neck t shirt and smooth tan sinewy knots peeking out from underneath his sleeves.
"Hi." I greeted lamely and took a seat on the couch. I looked around taking note of the space and blurted out "You own this bar!" a hiccup escaped as well and I quickly covered my lips praying to God I wasn't blushing.
The Wall laughed and sat down on the couch, brushing his long arm over my bare shoulders. "I do. It's nice, yeah?" His accent was thick and seductive. My panties had tried to put up a fight but were fast to surrender.
I looked into his handsome, so very handsome face and let out another hiccup.
"I have to find Amelia." I sighed and pulled my panties up. I looked around for my bra that had been removed by his nimble fingers.
He sat back on the couch both of his arms draped over the back, his shirt pushed up resting high on his muscled stomach, and his cock not ready to be tucked away laying flaccid on his abs.
I heard a low growl and peered through my legs in my bent over position to find him stroking himself and leering at my ass.
"Stop that!" I said half appalled and half intrigued. He was too sexy for his own good and he knew it, which was why I needed to collect Amelia and go home. Plus there was no way he was going to be ready for a third round.
"Min sota, I'm ready for you again." He practically purred. I took another look at him and gave him a dumb slow nod.
I couldn't resist, the face, the body, and the accent. I was his for the night.
There I was sitting at the kitchen table with the dreadful feeling that I was indeed seven weeks pregnant with a Norwegian bar owner's baby.
I hadn't had such vigorous sex in months until Amelia and I checked out Valter.
He was in fact my second, after two years of what I thought to be the best (and only) sex of my life with my ex Quinn.
Just when I needed her Amelia walked in. "Hey, how's it going?" she asked absently as she checked the mail envelope by envelope.
I shrugged and twisted my body towards her. I could already feel sluggish, sure signs of the impending parasite that I was going to be hosting.
"You look pale. Are you alright?" she asked dropping the mail infront of me.
"No, remember that bar Valter?"
"Shit. Did Tray stop by?"
"No, remember when I hooked up with the owner?"
"Did he stop by? He was cute you should definitely try and tap that." She started blabbering on about how I was to hung up on Quinn and how I needed to get out there and starting fucking more random men.
"Amelia, you're making it impossible for me to tell you that I might be pregnant. " Her lips curved into an 'o' and she took a seat next to me. She drummed her fingers along the surface of the table. Then as quick as she arrived Amelia left, leaving me with my troubled thoughts in order to fetch a few home pregnancy tests.
An hour and some later I had three similar results. Pregnant.
"Damn," Amelia sighed. We both peered at all three tests lined in a row on the bathroom counter. "I really had my money on Jason producing your Gran's first grandchild."
Of course that was all she could say. There're really wasn't much to comment on. So I spent the next week and a half debating whether or not I should go down to Valter and spill the news. After many comforting words from Amelia I decided it was best to come clean.
It wasn't just my ineptitudes that prevented me and the Wall from using protection, so whatever actions came next would require both parties.
His hands gripped my waist possessively as he thumped into me. I cried out in sheer pleasure and attempted to muffle my screams by biting down on his shoulder where my head had fallen. He grabbed at my hips lifting me up easily and bouncing me deliciously in his lap.
"Ugh!" he grunted "Min sota."
It was too much, my over sensitive pussy couldn't take anymore. He hadn't seemed to notice and continued to drill into me until his body tensed and jerked. I could feel the hot spirals of cum pass undeterred into my body.
We rested like that for about ten minutes; he stroked my hair then held my chin and pressed sweet kisses all over my face.
He gave me a lazy grin and gave my ass a good slap, thrusting his soft cock once more inside of me.
I stood up to right my clothes a third and final time and blushed at the whine that left his lips as he left my body. "No." he moaned. He ran a hand through his blond hair he tried to grab my wrist but I quickly sidestepped him.
"Give me your number?"
"I have to go." I replied and slipped through the door. I dashed down the corridor and ducked out of one of the exits. My flushed skin was whipped with the cold air that brought me out of my post coital haze along with the realization of my last hour or so of activities.
I had weaseled the Wall's home address out of Tray who in turn inquired about Amelia, mostly if I knew about any new bedfellows she was entertaining. She was of course but I wanted Tray to feel a little bit optimistic, so I encouraged him to keep trying, but at a lesser overbearing degree then he was.
Surprisingly the Wall lived in a very family friendly neighborhood in a huge family style house. I checked the address once more double-checking to make sure that I had the right house. Then all of a sudden there he was ducking underneath the small front doors onto the front steps of the house. He was just as gorgeous as I remembered, his blond hair was parted carefully onto the left and his snug sweater showed each outline of every muscle in his thick arms and torso. His butt didn't look half bad either in the dark denim jeans that were tucked into his dark clunky boots.
I was swooning after a full thirty seconds of ogling.
But he wasn't alone a stunning dusty brunette grabbed his bicep as they made their way down the front steps. Their tongues wrapping around those foreign words I heard him speak the night we met. They laughed, walking close to one another with their perfect smiles, perfect long legs, and perfect clothes.
I don't know why I thought he could possible be single. Someone like was a hot commodity and bound to be snatched up asap. They probably just left their 2.5 kids with the babysitter for a perfect night of romance
That asshole.
Finally he seemed to notice my presence at the end of the pathway and tore his eyes away from his beautiful wife.
"Sookie." He said walking towards me with pissed off Wife in tow.
"Eric."
"Eric!" The Wife pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. He glared at the Wife then in a move that startled us both quickly gathered me into his arms.
"Hi," I gulped.
"Hey." He greeted warmly and nuzzled our noses together.
"Fuck you. I'm going to walk." She announced and took off down the sidewalk.
He rolled his eyes.
I thought for sure that he would chase after her and explain that I was some crazy stalker from his bar, he didn't want me but I wouldn't leave him alone. Instead he was holding on to me while I was staring up into those soft blue eyes that didn't seem to want to break their gaze from me. That was one of the first things I picked up from him. He was big on eye contact.
Eric beamed down at me and pressed a quick kiss to my nose.
"I've missed you min sota." He whispered into my ear bending to kiss my cheek. "Why haven't you called?"
I snorted in disbelief and pushed Mr. Touchy Feely back a few feet. What the hell was going on here? He looked completely besotted with my frumpy devil may care state. When in reality he had a knock out wife with whom he played house with on a regular basis.
I chanced a quick look down the sidewalk hoping she wasn't running at me with a small dagger ready to carve my eyes out.
No, she was tapping one high-heeled foot impatiently and taking long drags from her cigarette.
"You should probably catch up with her."
"Who, Malin?" He shrugged and reached for my hand. "She'll be fine." He shouted to her in that language again and she flipped him off.
"I love her," My heart dropped and I retracted my hand from his hold. Of course he did.
"Eric-"
"..she's my only baby sister." He finished.
"Sister?" That was all I could manage, then my knees gave out and I fainted from all the excitement of the day.
A/N: Hey, new to the fandom! I've been reading a lot of great fics and was inspired to try my hand at it. Please review let me know what you think!