Page 11 of Finding Fate
He has finally snapped, and I don’t know if that’s because he doesn’t have to worry about my ass anymore or if it’s because he finally saw Gabby again after only thinking about her for years. She’s all grown up now compared to the fourteen-year-old he left behind. I shut the bathroom door. “Maddox, what did you do?”
He cries harder, and the second he turns his head to look at me, his face blood red and soaking wet, my chest starts to ache. I need to remember to hug my mother, and him when he’s out of this. It’s so much worse being on this end of heartbreak. I’ve never seen someone so tormented over sex with other girls than him, and as time goes on, and the more girls he sleeps with, it gets worse. “Me and Kaysen shared girls. I made them both come and didn’t even change out the condom. Couldn’t even wait a full twenty-four hours after having her back in my bed before fucking someone else, but it’s the only thing that gets her out of my head. Sometimes I just need a fucking break, ya know? She left me this time. I can’t do this forever, but no other girl will stick.”
And if she didn’t, he’s really going to break. I’m not sure he’ll be able to pull out of it if she doesn’t look past this. I don’t even have to look at Sayler to know she’s crying. I can hear her. And I can’t deal with my girl crying. Goddammit. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I step in the shower in front of him, pushing him back a couple of steps, and press my forehead against his as I clamp my hand on the back of his neck, pushing my head against his. Water rains down on us. He’s had God knows how much to drink. “Snap out of it. Do you hear me? Gabby is going to come back. She loves you. I’m sure she has a reason for leaving that will make sense later. If she didn’t want you, then she wouldn’t have come back after the show. Did she let you in bare? Did you come inside her? Huh? Did she squeeze your dick with that tight pussy that’s only known you while you made her come?”
He nods, his panic settling a tad. “Do you really think she’d let you do that if she was planning to walk away? You think she would have kept other dicks out of that cunt to make your jealous ass happy if she wasn’t waiting for you?”
He shakes his head against mine, calming some more. “Only I have had her.”
I jerk his head to my shoulder, my eyes locking with Sayler’s. His palms go to the shower wall on each side of me. She wipes her cheeks and steps closer, bear hugging him from behind. “That kind of ownership makes us crazy, Maddox, but you gotta pull yourself together. It’s not cheating on her if you’re not together, but after last night, if she comes back, you have to tell her about this. You can’t be fucking other girls when you don’t know one hundred percent where she stands. Gabby is just as possessive as you. If you don’t want her giving her shit away, you can’t either.”
He nods against my shoulder. “I’m losing my mind over her, Rig. I want her back.”
“I know the feeling.”
“I love you more every day,” Sayler says.
I smile at her. “You tell anyone I’m this close to a bare dick and I’m going to punish your pussy by reminding myself how much I like it.”
She hugs Maddox closer. “I won’t, but regardless of the circumstances, we don’t turn our back on family when they need us. We do what we have to do to be there for them. If someone can’t understand that, I don’t want them in my life. You understand that, and you’ll understand why it’s so easy for me to love Nolan, regardless of the past.”
I stare at her in awe. Nolan. We are still on rocky ground, but at the pace of an inchworm, we hate each other a little less every time we see each other. The more she grows, though, the faster that hate diminishes. How everything fell into place so perfectly I’ll never know, but I’m thankful. “I’m counting down the days ‘til December, princess. I’m ready to double that ring on your finger.”
She smiles at me this time. “Me too. Double or nothing,” she says, referring to the real band she’s going to slide over my tattoo. Maddox’s breathing is slow and steady, finally. “Pretty sure he’s passed out, baby.”
I raise my brow at her. “So. Wake his ass up. I’m not carrying his naked ass to bed. I’m drawing the line.”
She laughs. “I’ll wrap a towel around his waist. You can just sort of guide him half asleep.”
My head falls back against the wall and I shake my head. “The shit I let you talk me into.”
She laughs again. I love her laughter. It’s a motivating factor to be a better man. “I’ll ride you with the light on so you can stare at my belly.”
I raise my head. “I swear to God if anyone ever finds out I’m into that kind of kink you’re in for it. I wish you were less perceptive that I have somehow become that freak that likes fucking pregnant girls, ew, or my pregnant girl.”
She’s wearing a cheesy grin as she stands upright, and then she raises her tank top to her boobs, giving me a visual of the perfect little firm ball sitting on her abdomen, and then she starts rocking her hips. “Oh, baby, that feels so good,” she says in a breathy whisper. “You like knowing you knocked this up? Huh? That a part of you is inside me, permanently, and no one else can touch this?”
My dick starts to grow. “Okay, time to go,” I say, shutting off the water and shifting Maddox so that his arm is around my shoulders and mine his. Sayler drops her shirt with a laugh and falls in on the other side. I’m not laughing. I’ve created a blackmailing monster. I smack his face lightly so that she doesn’t have much weight on her. “Wake up, asshole, and help me get you to bed.”
He groans, but somehow picks up his foot to step forward, and a foot at a time we slowly make it up the stairs to the third floor and across his room, where I dump his big ass on the bed front first. Like reflex, when he hits the mattress, he crawls under the comforter and doesn’t budge.
Sayler is already walking back down the stairs when I turn his light off and shut his door, following behind. I walk in her room and shut the door behind me as I flip the light on, causing her to turn around. I stop dead when she starts slowly working her tank top up her body, doing a little dance with it, and when it comes off, she tosses it on the floor. Her panties follow. And then she climbs on the bed and faces me standing on her knees. “Come get your pregnant pussy, baby. You earned it.”
I clench my teeth together to keep from smiling, and then stalk toward her, shoving my boxer briefs down halfway to the bed, not even caring that both of us are wet before getting in the bed and laying on two pillows. “Bring that fine ass here.”
She walks up my legs on her knees, drawing my eyes to her protruding stomach, and then grabs my dick and sits down on it, letting the tip slowly enter her, before pumping shallow a few times to wet it, and then slides all the way down. My hand goes to her belly, mesmerized by it. How hard it is. How it can grow little by little. I created that. In the girl of my dreams too. “For the record,” she says, pulling my eyes to hers, and then she laces her hand on top of mine, adding the other so that I can rub the whole small bump in my hands, and she starts to rock. “It’s just as much a turn-on for me seeing you like this as it is for you seeing it.”
“I like this view. Go slow. I want to last.”
Because who knows what shitstorm is coming our way . . .
Nine
Gabby
Isit on the thick seat cushion in my bay window looking out of the windowpane, which overlooks the flower garden, my knees to my chest and hunched over them as I bask in the moonlight. I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I dream of Maddox anyway. This is somewhere I’ve always enjoyed sitting when I can’t. Because my room is on the upper floor it’s like sitting with the stars on clear nights, being a part of something bigger. It’s an entirely different experience when it’s pouring rain and lightning, though still enjoyable.
Our property sits on a double lot, whereas most of them are on singles, due to the hefty price tag. No one in their right mind would need two. You don’t buy in high-end subdivisions for the yard space, you buy for the bragging rights. I know of a few people living here that have their power turned off almost monthly and use plastic lawn furniture or something of equal value inside because they’re house broke. It’s never made sense to me.