Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“I think I am going to leave Rick,” I whisper brokenly while dashing my hand to my eyes once more. “I have to, Chels. For my dignity, not to mention my sanity. It’s too complicated for my boyfriend to be expecting a child with another woman, even as I expect the child of another man.”
With that, my friend comes to sit next to me on the sofa, embracing me in her arms as a waterfall of tears course down my cheeks. It hurts so much to come to this conclusion, and yet I know it’s for the best. After all, life shouldn’t be so complicated. I wasn’t asking for a happy ending with a doting husband and a houseful of children, but at the same time, I can’t live with this situation either. I simply can’t stay and do nothing, knowing that Savannah’s gestating my lover’s baby. As a result, it’s time to let Rick go, even if it destroys me in the process. Who knew love could be so tricky? Yet, this is my fate in life and I have no choice but to accept it.
8
Rick
Tracy’s not into sex tonight, which is weird because usually my sweet girl is begging for it with her mouth wide open and her legs spread. Yet, as I nudge into her bottom from the back, she pulls away a bit. It’s almost an involuntary movement, but I can tell that she’s not feeling it.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I whisper in her ear, nuzzling her shoulder. “Are you too tired?”
It’s weird because even pregnant, Tracy’s never been too tired to engage in a steamy round of intimacy before. But maybe it’s the fact that the baby’s growing. After all, her belly’s getting big, although that just makes my cock jerk again with arousal as I nudge it against her coffee pleats.
“Here, let me try this,” I growl before holding a hand in front of her mouth. “Spit, sweetheart.”
Thankfully, the sweet girl hocks and then spits into my palm, and I reach down to spread the saliva over my shaft before dotting some on her tender back hole. Then I line myself once more and push, but not before Tracy lets out a little huff of distress.
I stop immediately, my crown already buried in her rectum.
“What is it?” I ask. “Am I hurting the baby?”
This time, she turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, and to my surprise, there are shiny tear tracks on her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” I growl, going completely still. “What’s happening, sweetheart? You know you can tell me anything.”
Tracy turns away, burying her head in the pillow and flexes her bottom hole, squeezing my shaft.
“No, keep going,” are her muffled words. “I’m fine.”
But it’s clear that my sweet girl isn’t fine at all, so I turn her chin to face me again. My lovely brunette is so beautiful that my heart contracts taking in her delicate features, and yet it’s the tears that break me up.
“Tell me,” I growl. “We’re going to stay right here until you tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
Of course, this is such a ludicrous position. After all, we’re stark naked in a spooned position with my cock already halfway up her ass. Yet I’m totally serious too. Something’s wrong, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it because this woman’s happiness means the world to me.
After all, life has been pure bliss ever since Tracy and I started dating. Sure, she used to be my babysitter, and she used to bone a couple of guys in my single dads group too, but that’s never bothered me. Instead, the things that make a difference are all present: her sweetness, light, and genuine love for life are incredible, and I appreciate these attributes. Plus, Tracy is best friends with my daughter, and Amelia’s even taken to calling her “Mama.”
So I want to know what’s shaken the curvy girl’s world. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it because I can’t stand to see my gorgeous woman in so much pain.
But Tracy merely blinks hard before swallowing.
“When were you going to tell me about Savannah?” she asks in a low, trembling voice. I go still.
“Who?”
The pretty brunette swallows again, refusing to meet my eyes now.
“Savannah,” she repeats. “You know, the girl you were seeing before me. She’s pregnant, you know.”
That makes me pull back, my cock popping out of her bottom. Immediately, Tracy pulls the sheet over herself, covering her nakedness.
“Savannah?” I ask, scrunching my brow with confusion. “I don’t know anyone named Savannah.”
Tracy’s clutching the sheet with white knuckles, her entire mien pale and ghostly.
“You don’t have to pretend, Rick. We don’t lie to one another, remember? You were boning a ton of women before you met me, and one of them was Savannah. Like I said, she’s pregnant now. She came by to tell you earlier, but you weren’t home.”