A Little Bit of Trouble (29 page)

     “So,” she says and smiles. I don’t like this smile, this smile says danger. “Care to show me your abs?”

     “Wait for me,” I shout and push through the doors that Loryn vanished through a moment before. I ignore the cackling coming from Penny. What kind of name is that anyway?
She sounds like a British coin.

     Where the hell are they? So many rooms… so many animals.

     I finally find them in a small room with small cages lined against the walls. Each one containing small animals such as rabbits, guinea pigs, mice etc… ewww.

     “Daddy, daddy, can I keep it,” Amelia runs up to me with a small fluffy gray rabbit in her arms.

     “No.”

     “But…”

     “No.”

     “Please Lucas,” Loryn pouts at me, shit, I’m getting ganged up on by two women with puppy dog eyes.

     “No.” Groan, don’t do the lip!

     “Please!”

     “Dude, rabbits are totally easy,” Greg says and hands me a small booklet. “All you have to do is change their bedding, let them run around a bit, feed them and love them but mostly they’re independent.”

     “No.”

     “Please!” All three of them are at it now. Jesus Christ.

     “Lord help me,” I mumble and pick up the bunny by the scruff of the neck. “What’s wrong with it?”

     “Nothing,
it’s still a baby,” Loryn snatches it from my hand. “Stop being mean, you’ll hurt it.”

     “The answer is still no.” I watch as Loryn hands the rabbit off to Greg and slides up to me. She wraps her arms around my waist and looks up into my eyes.

     “Please?”

     “No.”

     And then she leans into my ear and begins to whisper… she whispers sweet, sweet promises that make my head spin and my dick thicken in seconds. I’m fucked, totally fucked.

     “Okay, but you’re looking after it,” I say to Loryn and turn around so I can adjust myself.

     Suddenly there’s someone hugging my leg and two people hugging my waist and shoulders. Why the fuck is Greg hugging me?

     “If you don’t release me right this second, I’ll change my mind,” they all jump away and go do their shit, leaving me alone again. Sigh.

Pieces of Me

     It’s safe to say I like rabbits, especially this rabb
it which Amelia has named Godzilla because I wouldn’t let her name him Floppy. Poor rabbit needs a manly name. Of course I don’t declare my fondness for the furry creature out loud and I only show it affection when everyone is busy.

     At present the fluffy g
ray fuzz ball is resting beside me on the couch with its legs flat behind him. We’re watching TV, well, the rabbit is watching, I’m just staring at it and not really paying attention.

     “Hi honey, we’re home,” shouts Loryn as she enters our apartment carrying two grocery bags in her arms.
Our
apartment? I mean
my
apartment.

     As she walks past towards the kitchen I tilt my h
ead back, she kisses my forehead before disappearing. I smile, sometimes I wonder what I ever did without her.

     “That’s okay darlin’,” she calls from the kitchen with a thick southern accent. “You just sit your butt right there. I don’t need no help.”

     “Okay darlin’, and when you’re finished b
ring that butt through here and give me some lovin’,” I respond with an equally brilliant southern accent.

     Amelia skips into the room
with a sucker in one hand and a strange powdery dip in the other. I kiss her sticky cheek and gag when I lick my lips. Damn that is sour. Amelia smiles and sits herself on the rug on the floor where her toys lay from before she left for the store.

    
“You hungry darlin’?” Loryn calls through, still using the accent.

     “As hungry as a horse,” my belly grumbles to prove it.

     “Your belly sounds like an animal,” Amelia says without turning to look at me. “That’s gross.”

     “Tell that woman in our kitchen to feed me then.”

     “LORYN!”

     “WHAT?”

I
wince, how loud?

    “FEED MY DADDY!”

     “WHAT?”

     “I SAID! FEED MY DADDY!”

     “
NO!”

    
Amelia then says, without looking at me, “She says no.” Because I’m apparently deaf and unable to hear their screaming conversation. A moment passes. “LORYN!” Oh Christ.

     “WHAT?”

     “I’M HUNGRY!”

     “OK SWEETIE!” The fuck?

     This time Amelia does look at me, with the smuggest little smile known to man. What have I spawned?

     I stand with a sigh and head into the kitchen. My dick throbs as it always does when I catch Loryn bending over, my hips also thrust forward but unlike the first time this happened in her kitchen a couple of months ago, I actually let them touch her. With a throbbing pole in my pants I grip her hips and grind against her, making her squeal and drop whatever it is she was reaching for at the bottom of the refrigerator.

     “Lucas!”

     I don’t wait, I can’t wait, so I slam her face first against the door. She squeals and places her palms against it which makes her hips push back against mine. Fuck.

This way Amelia can’t walk in on us.

     “What are you doing?”

     “We haven’t had sex in… three days. Need it. Horny,” I reach around her front and undo the button on her jeans.

     “Amelia could try and get in.”

     “Better be quick then.
”

     “We are not doing it… oh my god,” she hisses through her teeth when my foot kicks at her ankle making her spread her legs more and my fingers slip into her panties before rubbing at the moist clit beneath her folds. “Lucas… don’t… ugh. Please. Wait until later.”

     “No.” I seem to be saying this a lot at the moment.

     She makes no move to get away so
I hastily tug my dick through the zipper in my pants, it’s a difficult process but I manage it after a painful tug.

     “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

     I slide the head up and down her folds, my chest resting against her back, my sharp exhales making the skin of her neck quiver. My god this feels good. Quickly poising the head at her entrance I slide in a few inches, she’s so tight. Like a fucking glove. I shudder and pull back, she moans loudly at the loss so I place my hand over her mouth and slide in a couple more inches, my entire body tenses.

Control, need control. Okay, I’m good. I’ve got it.

     “Lucas?” her voice is muffled because of my hand.

     “Yeah baby?” I release her face to let her answer.

     “Will you fuck me already? You’ve been still for about a minute.”

     “Yeah,” I pull out and push in. My toes burn, my bulls clench, my jaw aches as I grit my teeth, sweat beads on my brow as every cell in my body rushes t
o the one place I don’t want them to be right now.

     “Lucas?”

     “Don’t talk.”

     “Why?”

     “Because your voice does things to me.”

     “But…”

     “Shush.” I pull out slowly, she moans, my hand goes back over her mouth as my other frantically plays with her clit. Shit. Come on baby.

     She grunts as I pull out again, needing to give my cock some cool air hoping that will stop it from blasting before takeoff. It’s a no go, the extra movement puts me closer to the red zone, my control needle right in the orange before meltdown. Fuuuuuucccckkk.

     “Baby, remember how I said this was gonna be quick?” I release her and stand up straight.

     “Really? Because I’ve been bent here for five minutes admiring the floor tiles.”

     “Seriously, your cocky shit is only making this harder.” She clenches me with her soft, warm and wet walls. “Do that again and I’ll blow.”

     “Just pull out for a minute,” she wriggles her ass and I grunt.

     “No.”

     “Will you stop saying no to me?”

     “No.”

     “You’re an ass,” she goes to pull away and I’m done.

     My orgasm tears through me like…. Shit I can’t think coherently. Oh dear god, it won’t stop. I gasp and pump frantically into her, my fingers probably bruising her fucking gorgeous hips as my hips collide with her ass cheeks.

     “Don’t stop,” she whimpers. Shit. I rub her clit frantically and grind into her. Why does it feel this damn good? She whimpers, quivers and clenches. Her orgasm begins as mine slowly dissipates into a slow burning tingle through my abdomen.

The last thought as my orgasm vanishes and my dick slowly softens is, I didn’t use a fucking condom. Shit.

    
“Don’t worry,” she says as she quickly cleans herself with a cloth. I tuck myself back into my pants, my mind racing with thoughts I shouldn’t be having concerning a knocked up Loryn. “I’m on the pill.” She’s reading my mind isn’t she?

     “Isn’t there a pill you can take? The next morning? To bring on your cycle?”

     “Yeah, the morning after pill. Why?”

     “Okay, I’ll call my doctor for a prescription.” I state and pull my phone from my pocket.

     She laughs a little nervously, “Lucas, I’m on the pill. I’ve been on the pill for years now.”

     “Well maybe your body has built up an immunity to it. Hi, Doctor Jones’ office please.” Yeah, he’s now our family doctor after Maya’s pregnancy. “No, I just need a prescription.” Once I’ve dealt with the call my panic lessens, I turn to Loryn only to find she’s no longer in the kitchen.
“LORYN?”

     “Daddy, do you have to shout?” Amelia snaps from the room. Really? She’s asking me that? “She’s in the bedroom.”

     “Loryn?” I ask softly as I open the bedroom door and slip into the room. She’s pacing by the window, looking pretty pissed off. She’s angry at me for fucking up isn’t she? “I’m sorry babe. I’ve sorted it, we’ll pick it up in the morning.”

     She glares at me, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

     “What?”

     “You can’t just demand that I take something without discussing it first. This is my damn body.”

     “Loryn, it’s just to be safe,” I frown a little. Why’s she angry at me? “Crystal got pregnant with Amelia whilst on the pill.”

     “I’m not your wife.”

    “Trust me, I know,” I say with an eye roll and then cringe when I see the hurt on her face. Ah shit, I didn’t mean it like that… I just meant… fuck. Loryn, don’t do that thing with your lip that tells me you’re about to cry. “Baby, I…”

     “Don’t Lucas, just don’t.” she sighs and her shoulders sag. “I can handle the fact you will never love me like you do her. But I can’t handle it when you bring her up. Please… just don’t bring her up okay?”

     I nod and reach for her hand, “I’m sorry. I just really don’t want another kid Loryn. Please take the pill.”

     “Ever?” she staggers back a step. “You don’t ever want another kid?”

     “No,” I respond without hesitation.

     “And what about marriage. Love? Moving in together? Can I expect any of that?”

     Shit. “Loryn, we agreed not to talk about any of this.”

     “That was then!
This is now!”

     “Why are you asking this?”

     “Because you seem to be making all of the decisions where our relationship is concerned Lucas! Do you even consider me your girlfriend? I’m here nearly every day!”

     “I’m fully aware of how often you’re here and I consider you mine.”

     “Yours? What does that even mean?” I open my mouth to respond, she cuts me off. “Don’t answer that.”

     “Loryn, we’ve barely gotten started and you already want kids and marriage and to move in together?” I snort, bad move with the snort. “Sorry. I say dumb things when I’m annoyed.”

     “When you’re annoyed?”

     “I don’t mean…”

     “Just answer the damn question,” she practically shrieks in my face.

     Uh-oh. “What question?”

     “Are you fucking kidding me? The marriage, the kids, the moving in… the list is fucking endless. What are we doing? I thought we were going steady!”

    
“We are.”

     “But steadily into what huh?”

     No, this conversation isn’t supposed to happen yet. It’s supposed to happen when I say it’s time. Because this conversation will only lead to one thing. The end. I don’t want it to end yet. I want it to end on my terms.

     “What am I to you?”

     I shake my head and exhale slowly, “It’s over isn’t it?”

     Her eyes widen with fear and her breath hits her lungs sharply, “What?”

     “Well, you’re going to ask me what I want, we’re going to argue, fight. Probably cry a little and then what? We’ll end it because my answer will remain the same… I care about you Loryn. A lot. Too fucking much sometimes. But it’s not enough. I don’t want to get remarried, I don’t want to have another kid. I like things how they are right now and I don’t want to move in together yet. That last part could be a possibility but I can tell by your eyes and the way you’ve suddenly gone pail that, that answer isn’t enough. That I, just me, like this will never be enough.” I stop my rant for a moment and try to accept the reality of what is happening. Pace twice, stop in front of her, rub my eyes and continue ranting. “You deserve the happy ending Loryn.” She lets out a sob and my heart tingles with pain. “I can’t give you that.”

     “So I haven’t changed your mind?” her voice is quiet, weak, and feeble. It slices through me like a
warm knife through soft butter. “Not even a little?”

     “You can’t babe,” pressing my forehead to hers I kiss her nose and wrap my arms around her. “
How can I give you a part of me that died?” At least for once I’m finally putting her first, no matter how much it pains me to do so.

     She presses her face into my chest and grips my shirt with tight fists, “I love you Lucas.” My chest hurts for her
and aches at those words because those words are a permanent link in life. When you say those words and you truly feel them you never forget the person you said them too or the person that said them to you. They’re a part of you forever, you move on, you sometimes lose that love but you never forget. Yet part of me is singing at the sound of those words, because she actually means them and there’s something that feels right about that. You can tell by how much emotion is put into each word. “I don’t want this to end.”

The worst part is, you never forget the person who didn’t say them back.

     “Then don’t end it,” I’ll get down on my knees if that’s what it takes. “Please.” Stay with me and my fucked up soul. Let me consume you with mindless sex and crazy fights over the TV remote.