Page 12 of Dark Truth

I was in control, completely in control, with his hands on my hips no more than an anchor. I started slow and built us up, but kept an eye on both men. The man next door was close, yet he hadn’t even touched himself, but I wanted him to wait, to join us in that moment. I held his eyes and urged him to take the next step, to follow the pace I’d set.

It wasn’t long before his hand fluttered down, over the flat plane of his stomach, and further down, until he took himself in hand.

Within seconds of his surrender to my will, I slid my hand down to find the part of me that pulsed with a deep ache. My fingers sank into wet desire, and all of my pleasure became focused on that one single point. I shivered in a breath of air, my eyes still pinned to the stranger’s next door.

His head tilted back as he watched me, as if he wanted to tempt me to him. I had what I wanted between my thighs already. I sank a hand onto Dylan’s thigh behind me and bounced a little deeper, a little harder, my thighs clamped to his hips.

“You trying to make him come, Emily? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you keep looking at him like that. Like you’re daring him to break the rules and come to fuck you. He can barely control himself. Look how hard he’s gritting his teeth.”

I broke eye contact long enough to look into Dylan’s eyes. He was grinning, that arrogant grin that told me he knew he was still in control. I sank down deeper and squeezed him from the inside, just to remind him we shared control.

“I know what I’m doing,” I said and bent forward to kiss him. Dylan surprised me. He flipped me over and moved us until my head was pointed at the man. I had to crane my neck back to see him, but I could. “No fair!”

“I think he needs to know who’s really in control here, pet; otherwise, we might have a problem on our hands that I’m not sure you’re ready for yet.”

I stared into the man’s eyes, unwilling to let go just yet. I needed to see his ecstasy. I needed to watch him let go.

Then Dylan was inside of me again, over me, and I lost myself in him. The man would have to fend for himself. I had far more to contend with than he could offer me. I licked the sweat from his neck and bit down as he fucked into me hard and fast. I heard him groan above me and knew he was close.

I wrapped myself around him, my hand between us, as he began to speak again.

“He craves you now, Emily, the way I crave you. He won’t be able to get you out of his head. He’ll think about you when he comes now; he’ll think about you the next time he comes. Just like I do.”

I felt that first warning signal that the world was about to shatter and pressed harder into my clit with a finger that made tight circles in the wet skin.

“He’ll want you, Emily, he’ll want to fuck you. He will never, ever touch you.”

I gasped as he paused to thrust deeper, into just the right spot, and the world began to spin away now. I felt that liquid pulse, and I cried out Dylan’s name.

“That’s right, pet. You’re mine, and that’s why he can look, but he will never be able to touch you. You’re mine.”

I threw my head back, my eyes blurring, but for a moment, I saw the man’s face, twisted in pleasure, one hand on the glass to brace his body as he followed me into bliss. And then Dylan joined us, and I followed all over again. I would follow Dylan to the end of the earth.

* * *

“You know, you still haven’t come to a conclusion about what you’re going to do, Emily.”

I tensed because it hadn’t been my brother that was on my mind, but the baby. It was still so new and very weird to think about. We were home now, in bed, the lights off as we both attempted to get to sleep. My thoughts were keeping me awake, and it would seem Dylan’s were keeping him up.

“I guess I should agree to see him, shouldn’t I?” I held my breath and waited for his answer. I was facing away from him, on the edge of the bed, curled into a ball.

“That’s up to you, darling.” He sighed and rolled over to me. He didn’t pull me to face him, or move me in any way; he just curled around me, and that might have been the best hug he’d ever given me. He was there for me, and he would accept whatever I decided, that hug told me. His left arm was under his head, but his right wrapped around my stomach, and I tensed all over again.

I had to tell him about the baby, a baby he’d helped create. He had a right to know, and he would. Just as soon as I faced my fear. I also had this other matter to deal with, and right now, it looked as if I had far more time to deal with the baby situation than I did the family situation.

Which only reminded me of how much I wanted to talk to Jessi.

“I really miss my sister-in-law, Jessi. She was my best friend throughout our lives. Things changed when she married my brother, and I can’t be mad at her for that. Marriage changes you, and babies change you even more. Well, changes your priorities anyway.”

I let the sentence hang, mainly because I realized what I’d just said. I’d been so upset with her for forgetting me, but that was my problem. She’d moved on with her life, and I couldn’t blame her for that. I had my own little bun in the oven to prove how much a baby could change your life. I’d only just found out about mine, and already the world had changed.

The true impact, and all of the things that would change, hadn’t truly occurred to me yet, but they were starting to dawn on me. I was about to bring another human being into the world, and I was excited about that, but the rest, I dreaded. The hardest part would be telling Dylan that he was going to be a father. That kept me quiet for a long time. How was I supposed to break this to him?

Scenarios played out in my head. Cute little ways to reveal the fact seemed to be for families, married couples, or people who had been together far longer than we’d been. For people not on birth control. I couldn’t even remember how far along the doctor said I was, it was that much of a shock.

It might only be two weeks, or it could have been more. I knew that baby must have been determined to be born, though. It hadn’t been long since I’d missed my shot, and I’d only been on the migraine medicine for a short while. I’d read in the literature I’d been given that it could take a woman six months to get pregnant after the shot wore off.

Which was another reason I hadn’t been too worried about the whole situation. Of course, it wasn’t the most responsible thing in the world to have forgotten to get my shot renewed, but I was new to all of this. I’d thought I was being so grownup when I got the shot, and then I read all the material like an adult should; then, I’d gone and fucked up on my very first round.