Unexpected series box se.., p.1
Unexpected Series: Box Set, page 1
Copyright © 2014 by S.L. Schiefer
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This is the feeling I craved. The connection of two bodies. He was slamming into me with a punishing pace. His thick cock hitting places I never knew existed. Almost crossing that line of pain, but it felt oh so good.
He reached around our bodies to rub my clit, I could feel his cock swell even bigger and he picked up the pace. He was getting close. I had a moment to think, to try to remember his name, but couldn’t, before my orgasm swept through me.
What started as a tingling in my belly soon exploded through my whole body, almost like fireworks going off. I don’t think I have ever came that hard in my life. I slumped down on my arms, and buried my face in the duvet. Exhaustion from my night out, and from the amazing orgasm taking over. Soon after, he roared his release behind me. He didn’t let up on his pace until the last of his seed was spent. He pulled out right away, and collapsed back on his bed. Not even caring that he was sideways and his feet were hanging off the side.
“Are you going to sleep here, babe?” My mystery lover asked, already snuggling down and getting ready to pass out. If snuggling can even be used for a man who looks like that.
“Nah, I’ll just use the bathroom, and be on my way.” I was under no impression that this was anything other than what it was. A one night stand. It’s cool, we both knew what was going to happen tonight. I quickly tracked down all my clothes, and made my way to his bathroom. Which, thankfully, wasn’t hard to find, since he was already snoring.
I cleaned myself up, and got dressed. Heading to the front door, I stopped to admire the sleeping Adonis before I left. He must have pulled the sheet up half-hazardly. I could see that V that drive women crazy, he must work all day to keep his body in that great of condition.
Wiping off the drool, I walked out the door. Suddenly, I got this nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. There was something I should be remembering. Maybe I did drink too much, and it’s just making me feel like this. At least, I sobered up enough to enjoy the best sex of my life.
I had sweat dripping down my face. The sun was shining down on me, and there were no clouds. I love running in the morning. Before the rest of the world wakes up. The peacefulness and stillness was like nothing else. Running was my escape. My escape from my not so perfect life.
As I neared my house, I slowed down to catch my breath. I looked at my landscaping compared to all my neighbors, it looks bad. I know it’s only January, but I live in South Carolina. People get started on their landscaping stuff early down here, not like in Ohio where you can make until May until people start. I made it to the front steps and bent over to grab the morning paper and a wave of dizziness hit me. I grabbed the hand rail and slowly sat down on the steps. My head continued to swim, so I put my head in between my knees and tried to breathe through it.
I only sat for a few minutes before the nausea hit. It was so sudden that I had no time to make it inside. Instead I just leaned over the railing and fertilized the nasty landscape.
“Oh my goodness, Annie! Are you okay honey?” Fantastic, my nosy ass neighbor, Fran, saw me lose my stomach.
“Morning, Fran. No,” clearly, dumbass, “It looks like I’m not okay. I’m not sure what’s going on. It came out of nowhere, but now I feel fine.” Trying to wipe the glare off my face. Sometimes this women is just plain stupid.
“Oh honey, you poor thing. I hope you do get to feeling better quick. Go inside and lie down and put a cool washcloth on your forehead.” She instructs.
“Thanks, that’s exactly what I’ll do.” Not. I stood up slowly, gave Fran a see ya later wave and made my way inside. I made it to the couch before the feeling hit me again. Only this time, I took off running for the bathroom and decorated the toilet.
This is the strangest thing in the world. Maybe I pushed myself too hard? I don’t know though. I sit on the floor of my bathroom, lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. Regretting my choice to paint the walls yellow in here. It’s not a soothing color at all.
I needed to get up and get ready for work. I NEVER call off work, never have. I feel guilty even thinking about it. I work at a physician’s office as a receptionist. It’s easy work, not really a glamorous job, but it pays well. This doctor actually values each of us. And I only work half days on Friday and have every weekend off. You can’t beat that.
I turned the shower on to let it warm up. Trying to peel my clothes off without moving too much. Climbing under the warm stream of the shower was the best thing about this morning. I stand for a few minutes under the spray, soaking up the steaming hot water. I really hated being sick, it was the single worst feeling in the world. I don’t get sick much. Even at twenty-four I’ve only had the flu a handful of times. I’m generally a healthy person.
Realizing that I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry up, I quickly wash and get out. I dry off and dress in my hot pink scrubs. Hey, don’t judge me. I have to have some color in my life. I throw my long, brown hair up in a messy ponytail. The drive to work is uneventful, thank you Jesus for small favors. Now I’m hopeful that this nausea has passed. Parking my SUV behind the building, I jump out and jog inside. I greet the nurses, and Dr. Grant. I make it roughly ten feet before my vision goes spotty and then nothing.
I slowly open my eyes, blinking at the blinding light that is right in my line of vision. I bring my hands up to my head and rub my face. I see the Doc out of the corner of my eye. So I look over towards him. He is standing at the side of the exam table with a look of worry on his face. I can’t help but feel bad that I put it there.
“How long was I out?” I ask.
“Not long, five minutes or so.” He says to me
“I must have really been out for you to be able to move me to the table.”
“Has this happened before, Annie?”
“I hadn’t passed out, but I got dizzy after my morning run and ended up redecorating some shrubbery with my breakfast. This has never happened before, I don’t know if I maybe pushed myself too hard or what.”
He glares at me as he says, “You’re a very healthy women in her mid-twenties. You’re in fantastic shape, you take care of yourself and you run four to five times a week. I know this isn’t a ‘pushing yourself too hard’ kind of thing.”
I just sit there and stare at my hands, I’ve never heard the Doc talk like this to anyone.
“I know you’ve not had anyone to take care of you for quite some time. You’re used to your independence but sweetheart, I’m here for you. Just as every person in this office is. You’ve become a part of the family at this practice, and now with all of us worried there is no way you’re getting out of letting us help.”
Wow. Just wow. He’s right. After my parents died when I was eighteen, I learned really fast how to take care of me. With only my three best friends I really don’t rely on anyone but them for anything. Maybe, and that’s a huge maybe, I can count the nurses and Doc as family.
“Alright, Doc. I’m not feeling up to a fight today. I know I can be a stubborn ass, but I want to know what’s going on too.” I told him softly.
“Yeah, yeah take your blood and go.” I said with a glare, but softened it with a small smile.
“Sit tight, I’ll be right back.”
He came back a few moments later, with all of his vampire supplies. I stuck my arm out, and let him tie the tourniquet around my bicep. After a small pinch, he took five little vials of blood. He told me to take the rest of the day and tomorrow off, since tomorrow was Friday and all. He also told me he would call me as soon as he had some answers.
Well, okay, now what am I supposed to do with my day? I walked back out to my SUV, started it up and sat there for a minute trying to figure out what I should do. Maybe I’ll just go to Starbucks and take my kindle with me. I could curl up in one of their overstuffed chairs, those things are comfy as hell. And I mean, a little smut will make anyone feel better, right?
Latte in hand, I made my way to the chair. I got all set up and made myself comfy, even taking my shoes off. I opened up a Sandi Lynn book, to get caught up on all things Ian and Rory. Getting lost in this brooding man was just what I needed. I was startled out of my book daze about an hour or so later. Glancing at the offending object I picked it up and checked the caller ID. It was Doc’s office. Time to find out what was going on. I slid the answer bar to the right, and that’s when my whole world turned upside down.
I drove down to Hilton Head, I just had to get away. I didn’t know what to think about my so called “terrific” news. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I’ve been sitting on the beach, picking up the sand and letting the tiny grains fall through my fingers. There is nothing like watching some waves roll in, and watching a sunset. The purple and orange hues splashed across the sky make it look like it’s straight out of a painting. I wish I could freeze time, or better yet rewind it so I could make different choices.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to terminate this pregnancy. I just wish I would’ve been smarter about this. I know some people would be thrilled at this news. There are people who can’t have children, and people who try to adopt. I know I should be happy, but how can I be happy when I have no one in my corner? Sure, I have my friends. I suppose I have Doc too, but are they going to support me financially? Are they going to help me make mommy decisions? Are they going to help me raise this baby?
The big kicker in all this? I remember having sex, I know exactly who the father is. Sort of. I know what he looks like. I know he fucks like a goddamn wild stallion. Now, if only I could remember his name! Why didn’t I stop to remember his name? I need to figure out how to track him down. He should know what is going on. He is going to be a father. He should know, then he can decide if he wants anything to do with us.
Us. I’m an us now. As scary as this whole thing is, it’s oddly calming at the same time. This means I won’t be alone anymore. I’ll always have this child, someone that needs me.
Looking at the sun one last time, I stand up and brush the tiny granules of sand from my pants. I need to head back to Beaufort. I need to call my friends, and break the news to them. I’ll have them meet me at my house, that way I can shove wine and snacks at them before I tell them. Also, so I can be comfy while they drill me with all their questions.
Back at the house I rounded up all the wine in my cupboard, and found all the snacks possible. Chips, crackers, even some Pop-tarts. I was already nervous about what they were going to say, but when I heard the doorbell I about jumped out of my skin. I took all the goodies to the coffee table and then answered the door. Opening it, I found the curious stares of Brandy, Megan and Alyssa. Oh boy, I was in for it. I opened the door wider so they could come in. No one saying a word. They barreled through the opening and dropped their things down by the couch. Then they each plopped onto the big sofa grabbed a glass and poured themselves some wine. Then three faces look at me expectantly.
Shit. I guess it’s now or never. Finding some false bravado, I just spit it out before I could chicken out, “Well, guys, looks like I’m growing a tiny human. I’m about four weeks along.” I glance at them, trying to gauge their reactions.
Nothing, they stare at me blankly. Really? This is what I’m getting? Oh wait, I see a spark of something in Brandy’s eye. Why does the redhead need to be first? I love this girl to death, but man she has that typical bitchy redheaded attitude.
“Sure you are sweetie. You have to actually go out and do things for that to even be possible right?” She questions, with a look of disbelief on her face. Oddly, she can make anything sound nice when it’s meant as anything but nice. What with her southern accent.
Great. I stand up unable to just sit while they scrutinize me. Meanwhile Megan and Alyssa just start laughing. “It’s not April, Annie. As funny as it would be then, it’s really not.” Megan added.
“For real, Megan and I may be blonde, but really?” Alyssa stared, not blinking. She may be blonde, but she is smart as hell. No one could ever put her in the dumb blonde category. Megan on the other hand, she’s your typical ditzy blonde. Together they’re an entertaining duo.
“Seriously guys, I got really sick this morning. As you know, that never happens. And when I got to work I passed out. So Doc took some blood and called me a couple hours ago to tell me that I was pregnant. Believe me, this isn’t really what I wanted for myself right now. I mean, Jesus, what am I going to do? How am I going to take care of a baby?” Tears were threatening. I hadn’t cried yet over this, and apparently the storm was brewing.
“We went out a month ago, to that one bar that I can’t recall the name of? Anyway, I got blitzed and remember dancing with a guy all night. I don’t remember if he ever told me his name or not. But I went home with him and after the most amazing sex, I got dressed and left.” I looked at them, willing them to remember.
Recognition flashed on Brandy’s face, “Oh! That night! I remember we went to that Marine bar! I was invited by a guy I had met earlier that day at Starbucks. He said they were getting ready to deploy and were having a big going away party. He said I could bring who ever I wanted, so I invited you guys. But none of us hooked up with anyone, or so I thought.”
“You seriously don’t remember his name?” Alyssa asked.
“Nope, I really wish I did. He deserves to know. I wouldn’t keep this from him.”
Brandy jumped up off the couch, “Where’s your laptop?”
“Um, on the end table over there. Why?” I stare at her while she practically skips over to the table, and boots it up.
“I uploaded a bunch of pictures that next morning, let’s see if we can’t track down your baby Daddy.” She said excitedly.
“Please don’t call him that, that makes it sound really ghetto. I don’t want a baby Daddy, I want a father for my child.”
“Same difference. Let me pull up that album to see if you recognize him in any of these pictures.”
Damn, why does it have to be so hot over here? I miss the beach, and I miss the chicks. I’ve only been in this sand box for a month, but it sucks ass. This is my fourth deployment but it will also be my shortest at only six months. My job isn’t too hard. A group of us go and scout out the towns. This time around there isn’t as much action. The first couple of deployments I never knew if I was going to make it home.
Right now I’m back in the tent for the evening, trying to relax as much as I can. Tomorrow we have to get our equipment ready to go out on a mission. This one will keep us away from base for a couple days at least. I pick up my iPad just as I see the other three I bunk with come in and fall on their cots.
“Miller, what the fuck, dude? You’re always on that damn thing. Why don’t you come out and hang out around the fire with us tonight?” Braxton Jacobs says. He’s from Texas, apparently the thing to do in Texas is to drink beer by the fire every chance you get. There is probably a country song about that so
“Man, you know I’m only on here to talk to my parents.” I tell him harshly. My Dad was in the Marines. And much to my mother’s dismay my younger brother and I both joined. She wanted one of her men to not go off to war. But yeah, school and I didn’t mix and there aren’t many jobs available back home. So, the military was it for me. As far as my brother, who knows what made him join?
“He knows, he’s just jealous because his mom doesn’t send him cookies and chocolate. Your mom’s cookies are like fuckin’ crack.” Matthew Olsen said. This dude. I don’t even know how to describe him. He’s blunt, just will point blank tell you how it is. But, he’s also the only guy I absolutely trust at my back while out patrolling.
“Shut the fuck up, I’m not jealous of his damn cookies.” Jacobs yells. He has two settings, loud and louder.
And then we have the quiet one of the bunch, Shawn Richardson. He rarely has anything to add to discussions. He talks when spoken to, but that’s about it. Staying true to form, he’s lying down on his cot just taking it all in.
Jacobs goes back to complaining to Olsen about things in general, and I ignore them and go back to my iPad. I connect to Wi-Fi, and send my mom an email, catching her up on all the boring things we’re doing over here. I click on my Facebook app, and wait almost five minutes for it to load. This Wi-Fi is slow as shit.
When it finally loads, I see a friend request from a Brandy Morrison. Who the hell is that? Looks like we have mutual friend. In fact, it is the broody asshole in this tent, Richardson. I accept her request, and go to her photo album and check her out. She has pictures from a month ago when we all went out to Cry Babies Tavern. Scrolling through, I see a lot of the guys from my platoon are in these pictures.
I pause on one picture. This girl looks so familiar. I don’t know if it’s just because I saw her while we were there or what. She has the single most gorgeous legs I have ever seen. The picture is of her dancing, but she’s on the left side of the picture so I can’t see who she’s dancing with. The guy is getting this sultry look, I can clearly see the heat in her eyes. Even in a picture I can tell she wants the guy. Lucky son of a bitch. Too bad I didn’t see her that night.
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