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Authors: Bella Andre

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Sam had lost his virginity at fifteen to a hot senior cheerleader. In the past five years, he’d slept with plenty of girls, even dated a few of them for a month or two before breaking it off when things got too serious. But simply feeding Dianna—feeling her lips move softly around his fingers, watching her throat as she swallowed—was by far the most erotic experience of his life.

No longer able to control himself, he shoved the full container of popcorn into the backseat and took her face in his hands, kissing her with all of the desire he’d been holding back since the moment he met her. She met his kiss with just as much passion, her tongue swirling with his, a low moan of pleasure emerging from her throat.

He didn’t know much more about Dianna than her name, her phone number, and where she lived, but based on how much he wanted her—and how hot this kiss was—he knew he was going to lay his claim to her that night in the most elemental of ways.

Abruptly, he broke their kiss, turned the key in the ignition, and burned rubber getting the heck out of the crowded outdoor theater.

They didn’t speak as he pulled off the freeway onto a bumpy dirt road and drove through the woods. When the casino lights had fallen away and the moon shone bright through the tall pines, he shut down his engine and held out his hand.

“Come here, Dianna.”

He was amazed when she didn’t hesitate and crawled onto his lap to boldly straddle him. And then her mouth was on his and she was kissing his lips, his cheeks, his neck, pulling at his shirt and nipping at his chest. He wanted to tell her to slow down, that they had all night to explore each other’s bodies, but he was already too far gone to get the words out.

A red light blinked in the back of his mind, a warning that she was too innocent, that she didn’t know what she was asking him for, but instead of stopping and making sure he was doing the right thing, he reached for the snap on her jeans and yanked down the zipper.

Her eyes flew open as he slid in a finger. Oh shit, she was so wet.

She stilled on his lap. “Sam?”

“Baby, I want you so bad,” was the only thing he could think to say.

And then they were kissing again and he was sliding his finger in and out, slowly at first and then faster as she bucked her pelvis against his hand. He rocked his palm against her clitoris, and her breath came out in quick pants accompanied by little moans and whimpers.

It was all he could do not to lose it behind his zipper. He wanted to blow inside her, not into blue-striped cotton boxers.

Ripping at the button fly on his jeans, he freed his erection and wrapped Dianna’s hand around it. Her eyes flew open again and she stopped moving against him.

Somehow he managed to say, “I need to be inside you, but only if you want it,” and thank God, she nodded and gently started stroking him.

“I want it, Sam.”

He forgot to be gentle as he shoved her jeans and panties off. And then she was naked from the waist down and he was putting on a condom as fast as he could in the dark. Placing his hands on her slim waist, moving them to cup her perfect ass, he positioned her over his erection.

Barely breathing, he suddenly realized he couldn’t just plunge into her. She was too tight. A virgin, just as he’d suspected.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered.

“Nothing’s wrong. You’re perfect.”

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted with a nervous catch in her voice as she slowly lowered herself back down onto his lap.

The head of his penis pressed into her folds, and Sam cupped her face to kiss her as he guided his thick shaft into her heat. She gasped against his lips as he filled her.

“Will you trust me?”

The “Yes” was barely out of her mouth before he drove into her, all the way to the hilt. She stiffened and he said “Trust me” again against her lips and then they were kissing, softly, sweetly as he found her clit with his thumb and pressed light circles against the hard nub. It didn’t take long before he felt her muscles relax around him and a new wave of her arousal coat his shaft.

Moving as slow as he could manage, he slid out, then back in to her tight passage. Dianna’s tall curves were a perfect fit, and she was so innately sensual that a part of him was amazed this was her first time.

And then, she was crying out and he could feel her inner muscles pulling and pushing against him and he was coming inside her, the sensation so much better than it had ever been with anyone else.

They held on to each other, panting, until she moved off his lap and sat back down on the passenger seat to pull on her panties and jeans. He tried to think of something to say that would lighten the mood and make her realize that having sex wasn’t that big of a deal.

Instead, he suddenly realized that something had gone wrong. Really wrong.

The condom had broken, a big gaping hole right in the middle of the latex.

And the reservoir tip was completely empty.

Sam couldn’t believe it. Dianna’s first time making love and the condom had busted. He wasn’t sure what was going on in her head right about now, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t be too thrilled to find out that she was wet with more than just her own arousal.

The station tested the men for VD every six months and he’d just gotten back his latest clean report, so he knew he wasn’t going to give her anything. And because she was a virgin—or had been a virgin until tonight, anyway—he knew he was safe.

What were the odds that she would get pregnant? Low, right? One of the older guys on the crew had been trying unsuccessfully to get his wife pregnant for months.

Before she could see the damage, he quickly removed the busted condom and shoved it into his pocket. Everything would be okay. There was no point in freaking her out for no reason.

That first incredibly hot date turned into another, then another, until all of Sam’s free nights when he wasn’t out on a mountain somewhere were spent with Dianna.

At first, they mostly made love, with small breaks to eat, but it didn’t take too long for him to want to be more than a physical part of her life.

He’d never felt the urge to learn much about the girls he was dating, never wanted to know what they liked to eat for breakfast, never cared about their dreams or aspirations. But even though he refused to look too far into the future, he couldn’t deny that the way he felt about Dianna was just plain different.

During the day she worked part-time at the downtown library along with taking business classes at the local junior college. He teased her about hiding such big brains behind such a knockout body, but he was incredibly proud of her. It wasn’t hard to guess why she pushed herself so hard, even though they’d never really talked about it: She didn’t want to end up like her mother, getting stuck in a trailer park with a baby at eighteen and no skills or money to fall back on.

And then, one night, he woke up and realized she wasn’t in bed. He found her sitting at his kitchen table poring over paperwork. At first he thought it was homework, but when he got close enough to read the small print, he realized they were state documents.

“Guardianship forms and instructions? What’s all this about?”

She’d been a virgin, so he knew she couldn’t have a kid stashed away somewhere.

Dianna rubbed a hand over her eyes. “It’s a long story.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

It was an off-the-cuff response, but somehow, in that moment, they both knew he meant far more than he’d originally intended. In the far back of Sam’s mind, a warning light began blinking, pictures of his parents’ crap-ass marriage flashing before his eyes. But it was easy to shut that door, to tell himself that he and Dianna were merely having a good time together, that they were miles away from ever getting married.

“I have a sister,” she finally said, explaining that her younger sister, April, had been sent away at four. “I won’t stop until I get April out of the foster system and home with me.”

Sam knew firsthand how important siblings were. The more your parents dropped the ball, the more you needed a brother or sister to hold things together. Connor was his real family. So he got that even though she hadn’t seen her sister in six years, April meant just as much to Dianna.

He joined the battle that night, wanting to help her try to push through the reams of bureaucratic red tape that stood in her way. And when all she heard from the state was, “You don’t have enough money or a job or a real home for your sister,” when they claimed April was better off in the foster system living with a “stable” family, he held Dianna as she cried. But it was never long until her tears dried and she was back at it, chipping away at the system with more focus than ever.

Since becoming a hotshot, people had said again and again how tough he was. But for the first time in twenty years he knew what real strength was; he saw it every time he looked at his girlfriend filling out paperwork or arguing on the phone with a caseworker. She continually surprised him with her resiliency. He hadn’t expected such a pretty package to be filled with steely determination.

All the while, every time they made love again, he pushed the broken condom to the back of his mind. After a few weeks passed, he figured they were out of the danger zone and pretty much forgot about it.

Until the day she walked into the station with red, puffy eyes. He’d just come in from a wildfire and the adrenaline was still pumping through him when he saw her. His stomach twisted with dread as he instantly guessed what she was going to tell him.

The secret that he’d been keeping had just come back to bite him in the ass.

His first thought was that he needed a stiff drink.

His second that he wasn’t ready to be a father.

He was a twenty-year-old firefighter. He was supposed to be banging everything that moved. And even though he liked being with Dianna, he sure as hell didn’t believe in happy families.

“I need to talk to you, Sam.”

“You’re pregnant,” he said, his words coming out harder than he’d intended.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she covered her stomach with both hands. “How’d you know?”

He knew telling her about the condom wouldn’t have made any difference for whether or not she got pregnant, but at least she wouldn’t have been totally caught off guard.

He was used to being the hero. Not the villain who took the heroine’s virginity and knocked her up all at the same time.

Tamping down on the urge to cut bait and run back into the hills to fight a fire, any fire he could find, he met her gaze.

“The condom broke.”

She inhaled sharply, her eyes round with disbelief. “When?”

“The first time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jesus, he didn’t know what to say to her. Didn’t know what to do. Especially since neither of them were ready to get married.

As it was, they hadn’t even officially moved in together. She’d been careful not to leave clothes at his apartment, and he hadn’t exactly offered up one of his dresser drawers.

The truth was, he was more than a little freaked out by how much he enjoyed being with her. By how important she was becoming to him. By the number of times he’d wanted to tell her that he loved her and barely managed to catch himself.

“I know I should have told you,” he admitted, hating how guilty he felt, “but I just didn’t think anything was going to come of it.”

She almost looked angry now, the fiercest he’d ever seen her outside of her fight for April.

“You mean like a baby? You didn’t think for one second that I might get pregnant? You didn’t think I’d want to know that?”

He let her rail at him. Sure, it had taken two to tango, and getting pregnant wasn’t entirely his fault, but he hadn’t exactly played the aftermath well.

And that was when it hit him: She was going to have a baby.

He was going to be a father.

Sam looked at her again, for the first time seeing her as more than the hot woman he was falling for.

She was going to be the mother of his child.

In an instant, everything shifted. He knew exactly what he had to do. There was only one option.

“We’re going to get married.”

She took a step away from him, dropping her head so that her blond hair covered her face. But before she could hide her expression from him, he saw pain move across her striking features.

Shit. He was screwing everything up. Again.

Instead of showing her that he wasn’t going to leave her in a lurch, that he was going to support her and the baby from here on out, he’d just proposed to her in the worst possible way. Like some sort of half-brained caveman.

Wanting to do it right, he dropped onto one knee on the gravel lot and reached for her hand.

She shook her head in dismay. “No, Sam, don’t.”

“Dianna, I want to marry you. I want to take care of you and our baby. Please let me be there for you.”

She closed her eyes, tried to pull her hand away. “You don’t need to do this. I can take care of—”

“No!”

The word boomed from his chest before she could finish her sentence. He wasn’t going to let her bring up a baby alone in a trailer park, or, God forbid, have an abortion.

“Listen to me, Dianna. I know this is happening sooner than either of us planned, but,” he had to stop and clear his throat, “will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“We can’t get married just because I’m pregnant. It won’t work out. It never does.”

He knew she was thinking about her mother, who had gotten pregnant with her at eighteen. Obviously, her father hadn’t stuck around. April’s dad hadn’t, either.

“You are not your mother,” he told her in a firm voice, hating to see her look so defeated. “The first time I met you, I thought you were like any other beautiful woman. But when I saw how you were hell-bent on getting April back, that was when I knew that you were special. You’re tougher than anyone would guess. Dianna, I don’t even think you realize how strong you are, how smart you are.”

Her cheeks had gone pink at his praise, but she refused to believe him so easily. “If I’m so smart, then tell me why the stick I peed on today turned blue? All my life I swore this was the one thing that was not going to happen to me.” She gestured to the hotshot station with one hand. “Turns out all it took was one hot firefighter to knock me up.”

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