"Jackson, stop!" I say as he nibbles on my neck, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He doesn't stop kissing me, his hands move lower to my chest. He's leaning particularly far over the seat, door still wide open. I never really pictured making a baby in a car.
"I told you, I'll do anything for you." He murmurs, pulling back. "But maybe we should stop. I don't want the baby to get fetal alcohol syndrome and come out with a third eye." He chuckles, kissing my forehead.
"That's not really how it works, Jacky." I find myself rolling my eyes at him, I push his shoulder gently and turn to get out of the car. "Can we just talk about this tomorrow?"
"But I was having so much fun. It's not every day I get to touch you... like that." He's grinning at me, mouth slightly drooping at the corners.
"Yeah and it still won't be every day." I chuckle, shaking my head. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves." I'm suddenly feeling more sober and in control of my thoughts, "If we are going to do this, we should do it right. We'll talk about this tomorrow, let's just get some sleep." I get out of his car now, trying to forget how unbelievably turned on I am. I try to hold my composure as I walk through the front door, Jax not far behind me.
When we enter the clubhouse the party is still in full swing, there are crow eaters everywhere and I practically expect Jackson to run off with one of them but he doesn't. Instead he offers me a beer, standing close to me as I make my way through the crowded room.
The bars full but Tig offers his seat up to me, I take it, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before he wonders off with his nightly conquest. Jackson stands behind me, poking my back with his bottle. He does this often to annoy me, but tonight it's different. Part of me just wants him to keep touching me, thinking back to him kissing me in the car, well - me kissing him, makes me feverish in the most sensitive spots. He leans forward to whisper in my ear, shooting electricity between my legs, "You can take my room tonight, Juice is out on a run so I'll sleep in his room." I'm silently thanking The Lord because Juice's room smells of cheap whiskey and sex. Jackson barely ever stays here and Gemma surely still cleans up after her incapable son.
"Thanks." I say, leaning back into him as I tag another swig of my drink. just as I'm getting. Just as I'm getting comfortable I hear the shrill voice of Ima coming straight towards us.
"Ugh." Jackson says leaning forward, he places his arms around my shoulders and leans his chin on top of my head. He often gets extra touchy when his sexual conquest returns.
She practically pushes me out of my seat to stand next to him, I can't even hear what she's saying over the music but tonight her presence bothers me more than usual.
"Ima, not tonight. Leave me alone." He mutters lowly, barely turning to look at her. I can feel the grip around his shoulders tightening. "Don't you see, I'm fuckin' busy." He lets go of me now. I try to ignore the conversation but I just fucking hate her.
I guess the alcohol doesn't allow me to keep quiet because the next thing I know I'm turning in my chair to look at her, "Listen, you little cum guzzling whore. He's done with you and your white trash. Fuck off! Don't you see we are busy here."
"What are you after my sloppy seconds?" Ima laughs, tapping her poorly manicured on the counter top. Her ratty hair is in a high pony tail and her dress is barely covering her breast or ass.
"Bitch, bye. You can't claim something that was never yours." I stand now, and even though she's taller than me I don't budge. Jackson backs up, smirking at me. I can tell he's enjoying this. "You are nothing but a cum dumpster for this club and any man with a sense of authority, daddy issues much?" I smile at her, watching as the crowd surrounds us.
"At least I have a daddy." She smirks at me, placing her other hand on her hip.
Now I don't know if it's the alcohol or the fact that she just said the most hurtful thing somebody could but my next actions are not very lady like and go a little something like this.
I don't even respond. instead I grab the back of her pony tail and smash her pretty little face into the counter. "Don't you ever say shit about my father, Whore." When I go to hit her again I feel arms wrap around my waist, before I know it I'm hoisted up in his arms.
"Calm down now, little one." Jackson says patting my bottom, I flail in his arms, smacking his back and flipping Ima, who's bleeding, my middle finger.
"There's more where that came from, bitch." I scream as Jackson carries me down the hall way.
"l'm sure there is." He says, patting my bottom again. He leaves his hand there this time, holding my skirt down to cover me. He carries me to his room, closing the door behind him. He gently throws me onto the bed.
"Spencer Hanover, my knight in shining armor." He laughs, sitting down next to me.
"Got to protect you from the vermin." I snarl, sitting up on his bed. I lean my back against the bedpost, resting my head on his shoulder. "She is such a bitch."
"Don't let her get to you, darlin'." He smiles down at me, "You have a wonderful father, as do I. Some of us just don't get to spend as much time with our dad's as others. Doesn't make them any less of a dad." He wraps his arm around my shoulder, holding me closely.
"My dad was a good dad." I can feel tears welling in my eyes once again, I try not to cry but the subject of him has always been touchy for me.
"He sure was, Spencer." He rubs my arm, instantly making me feel at ease. There is just something about Jackson Teller that always soothes me. I sigh thinking about what it would be like to have a child that's fatherless. The more I think of it the more I realize that isn't an option.
"Jackson, were you serious about having a baby with me?" I turn my head to look up at him.
"Yes, Spence." He replies calmly, "Better you than some junkie whore like Ima. It's about time I pass on the great Teller genes." He puffs out his chest dramatically, smiling down at me. "I'm kidding, but what I mean to say is I'm ready to be a dad. Settle down a little in life, Give Gemma what I know she's dying for." Gemma has always wanted to be a grandmother. She loves babies.
"But nothing has to change between us right, you'd still be my best friend? It won't be weird?" I ask, over analyzing the entire situation. I guess I should be this concerned; after all it is my unmade fetus we're talking about.
"I don't think it'd be weird, I've seen you naked a million times." He's grinning now, I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, but not like that. You're like my brother. Well, my brother that I'm not blood related to." I shake my head, "You know what I mean!" We're both laughing now.
"I mean I think it might be a little weird but would you rather it be me or would you rather spend thousands of dollars to not even be sure it'll work!" He looks at me seriously, cupping my chin in his hand now. "It can't hurt to try, like you said we'll give it a go one time. If it works great, if not I get bragging rights." He looks from my eyes to my lips, I stare at him blankly. "Well, either way I get bragging rights." He's right, since I've known this mischievous group of boys every single one of them has tried to get into my pants. Well, other than Jackson and Clay but that's obvious.
"Okay." Is all I say, the next thing I know his lips are on me again. He parts mine with his tongue, I don't react initially but before I know it his hands are lost in my hair. I suddenly feel very insecure, what if he thinks I'm fat? What if I'm not good in bed? What if I'm too good in bed? What if he's small? What if he's too big? Does he have and STD's I should know about? What if he falls in love with me? What if I fall in love with him?
My thoughts are interrupted when his lips move back to my neck, his hands freeing themselves from my wild hair. He moves them to my hips, picking me up with ease. He turns me, setting me down directly on his lap. I move my thighs to straddle him, keeping little space between my groin and his. I pull back from him slightly, taking a moment to look at him. "Once we start this, there's no going back. You know that, right?"
He smiles sheepishly up at me, his eyes focusing up at mine. "Yes, Spencer. Calm down and let me make you feel good. This is supposed to be the fun part, Remember?!" There's a sparkle in his eyes I can't place, but instead of speaking I take this as my in.
My lips part before they even touch his, my hands move to his covered chest. Soon, I can't wait for them to be off. I pry his cut off of him very quickly, not allowing my lips to leave his. His tongue massages mine with such swagger. The heat growing between my legs is becoming unbearable. I find myself trying to suppress a moan as his hands move to my breast and my ass, squeezing both firmly.
I'm on the verge of dry humping the poor guy when he pulls back, he quickly removes his t-shirt. I admire his perfect chest, turning my even further into putty. "Oh, god." I mumble, my hands moving back to him. His chest is warm against my fingertips, he's grinning at me.
"You like what you see? Don't think I don't see you checking me out at work." I feel my cheeks turning red; he shouldn't be able to see me from my office. I have made a very good point of putting the filing cabinet to the side so I can admire all the boys at Teller-Morrow while I file reports. It doesn't pay extraordinarily great but it pays the bills and allows me to live comfortably.
"Shut up and kiss me." I laugh, kissing his lips once more. His hands move under my top, he goes to pull it up and for the first time in my life I don't stop him.
He easily undoes my bra, pulling both of them off of me at the same time. My hands instantly move to cover my chest, a solid C cup on a good day. "Don't be shy now." He whispers, staring at me. I move my hands away from my chest, letting my breast fall in front of his face. I don't know why I'm so self-conscious all of a sudden; he's seen me in my birthday suit many times. But this times it's different, his hands move to my breast, his cups them gently, pulling back slightly. He moves his lips to my chest, taking his time with each of them. I lean back, moaning quietly as he takes my nipple into his mouth. I find myself grinding into his groin. Even through his jeans I can tell he's hard as a rock.
Before I know it, He's flipped me onto my back. He takes his time examining my breast, when I can't take It anymore I wrap my legs around his waist, kicking off my high hells as I do so. He moves his lips back to mine, kissing me deeply. I feel his hands move to my thighs, pushing them back down onto the bed. He pulls back but this time to reach for his belt, which causes me to smack his hands. I unbuckle it for him, and then his pants which fall quickly to the floor.
His boxers are a plain blue but there is nothing plain about what is hidden underneath, he must be a good eight inches. We're both kneeling now, staring strangely at each other. I move my hands to my hips and then to my zipper, letting it fall down the hem of my skirt. I kick it off, leaving me in just a thong. Thankfully, it's a cute one. Within seconds I feel his hands move to my bare ass, he groans quietly. My hands move to the elastic holding the boxer shorts up. "I guess there's no turning back now." He whispers as I push them down for him. His hands move to my underwear, pulling them down as well.
As turned on as I am I can't help but feel the small butterflies growing in my aching stomach. I am silently thankful that I got waxed earlier that day. We each stare at each other's naked bodies. Now, I had heard stories from the other girls about him being well endowed but damn!
Jackson breaks the silence, "You're perfect." He mumbles, reaching forward. He pushes me onto my back, before I know it he's on top of me. I can feel his cock against me; it teases my clit as he closes the space between us. He kisses me one last time, one of his hands making its way between my legs. He gently rubs my clit, causing me to moan. I feel a finger enter me after a moment, causing me to arch my back. First one finger, then two, and then three. He moves slowly, almost taunting me with his skilled hands. I can barely hear the sound of the music coming from the hallway, in pure ecstasy. He pulls his fingers out of me when I'm on the brink of cumming, my legs shake as he leans forward, wrapping them around his waist. He closes the space between us, pushing his cock into my very wet mound.
"Oh, Darlin'." He groans, pushing himself further into me. Now, I'll admit I haven't had sex in a long time so I didn't expect it to go in this smoothly but he fits perfectly. He holds my hands over my head, gripping my wrist firmly as he fucks me. I can't help but moan, he covers my mouth with his lips, hushing the sounds out.
We move slowly at first, getting a feel for each other but quickly neither of us can stand it anymore. He rolls us over so he's on his back and I sit, bouncing on top of his cock. His hands move to my breast, gripping them and my ass as I ride him. We move in time together, our breathing rushed and hard. I can feel sweat beginning to form at my hairline but I keep moving, finding myself closer and closer to the edge. I try not to think of anything else or what could potentially come of this but when I think of him as a father, helping me raise a child I can't help but feel more turned on.
My moans are quiet now; I rock my hips back and forth slowly as he changes position again. We sit with me still straddled on his lap but with his back against the headboard now. Every part of us is touching; our lips find each other once again. I pull back after a moment to stare at him, our eyes meet as my orgasms grows. Just as I'm about to cum, he leans forward to whisper in my ear. "I love you."
I want to be angry or concerned but part of me hopes he's saying it for the right reasons and he means it exactly the way I need him to. It sends me over the edge and as I ride my orgasm out I can see the tension growing on his face, I pick up my pace, moaning loudly as he cums with me.
I roll over onto my back, breathing heavily together. He puts his hand on my stomach, tracing small circles.
"I guess now we see what happens." He mumbles, I know he's looking at me but I just stare at the ceiling.
Our lives just might change – forever.