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to tell anyone we wanted that we were having a baby. I could watch Beck’s eyes assess me as I grew rounder with his child.
“It might turn him on,” I whispered. I had heard that happened to some men.
Somehow the mess with our mom just didn’t matter. What was happening was too important. It was epic, and it was right within my reach, if I didn’t mess it up. Then being a girl, and one without a close enough friend I could really lay out my life too, I spent the next thirty minutes analyzing Beck’s every move that night.
Like that kiss. It had been to prove something to our mother, but his lips against mine had felt real and very intense. That was the kiss of a man who yearned, if I could only get him past my betrayal.
As my mind drifted, I was slightly surprised to find myself wondering if Beck would be as forceful and raw the next time we went to bed together. It was all building toward us colliding together again. I just had to tip the scales that way.
But had I really liked being so used by Beck? My body sure liked it. In the past, I’d had such rich fantasies about Beck for so long, I guessed I shouldn’t be surprised, after the shock, that being completely slut-itized by him had actually turned me on.
Then, because I was so sure now that I was going to get him to take me to bed again, even if I wasn’t sure if that would mean anything binding in our relationship, I wondered if he’d do the rough stuff the same way.
Then, I moaned and tried very hard not to touch myself under the covers, while thinking about my sexy, hot, and wow, I guessed, forceful stepbrother.
The next day the best thing in the world finally happened; Beck asked me out on a date. Well actually, he’d just said that morning while changing Bart’s diaper, right before I left for work that he’d like to meet me at his hotel restaurant for dinner so we could talk. He’d said he would get a hotel sitter for Bart or mine if I preferred.
Then I had made-up all that into our first date. It took me until lunch to come out of daydreaming about it, when I realized—
“I need something to wear!”
Penny had declared that I was practically useless that day with my head in the clouds, she’d called it. But she hadn’t asked why, instead she’d just looked at me knowingly, and mouthed Beck’s name. So I finally called it a short day at lunch so I could go find something to wear, but I had to deal with mom too.
I wanted to make certain that she wasn’t still trying to hit up Beck for money, and that she really was going back home. Luckily, Beck had not put her up at his hotel and the one he’d picked on short notice was much more expensive, and downtown.
It was lucky for me because it was close to a couple boutiques I could pop into after talking to her. Once I found her room, I knocked on her door, and mom opened it with a frown.
“I just don’t know what to say to you,” mom said, but she stood back so I could enter. I could see her bags were packed and in a pile, as if waiting. “Beck’s already been here to give me a ticket home.” I looked at her in surprise, as she crossed her arms. “I’ll never get to see Bartie, you know. I had to have Beck bring him so I could hug him goodbye.”
I found it hard to believe that she meant it, but I wasn’t going to call her on it.
“I’m sorry Beck and I have to be so firm on this, but that is the way it has to be.” Each word I spoke to her made me feel more powerful, as if I was wrestling my life from her, and winning. “Just to be clear, if I hear anyone from back home knows Beck and I are together, I will know where it came from.”
Mom made a disgusted sound, and then she muttered, “Like I would do that. But you really need to get him to help me, honey. He has billions, one little million is only right for his parents.”
God, she’d never stop.
“Maybe if you show him how supportive you can be about us, after a while he will soften. But right now, it sounds
“It might turn him on,” I whispered. I had heard that happened to some men.
Somehow the mess with our mom just didn’t matter. What was happening was too important. It was epic, and it was right within my reach, if I didn’t mess it up. Then being a girl, and one without a close enough friend I could really lay out my life too, I spent the next thirty minutes analyzing Beck’s every move that night.
Like that kiss. It had been to prove something to our mother, but his lips against mine had felt real and very intense. That was the kiss of a man who yearned, if I could only get him past my betrayal.
As my mind drifted, I was slightly surprised to find myself wondering if Beck would be as forceful and raw the next time we went to bed together. It was all building toward us colliding together again. I just had to tip the scales that way.
But had I really liked being so used by Beck? My body sure liked it. In the past, I’d had such rich fantasies about Beck for so long, I guessed I shouldn’t be surprised, after the shock, that being completely slut-itized by him had actually turned me on.
Then, because I was so sure now that I was going to get him to take me to bed again, even if I wasn’t sure if that would mean anything binding in our relationship, I wondered if he’d do the rough stuff the same way.
Then, I moaned and tried very hard not to touch myself under the covers, while thinking about my sexy, hot, and wow, I guessed, forceful stepbrother.
The next day the best thing in the world finally happened; Beck asked me out on a date. Well actually, he’d just said that morning while changing Bart’s diaper, right before I left for work that he’d like to meet me at his hotel restaurant for dinner so we could talk. He’d said he would get a hotel sitter for Bart or mine if I preferred.
Then I had made-up all that into our first date. It took me until lunch to come out of daydreaming about it, when I realized—
“I need something to wear!”
Penny had declared that I was practically useless that day with my head in the clouds, she’d called it. But she hadn’t asked why, instead she’d just looked at me knowingly, and mouthed Beck’s name. So I finally called it a short day at lunch so I could go find something to wear, but I had to deal with mom too.
I wanted to make certain that she wasn’t still trying to hit up Beck for money, and that she really was going back home. Luckily, Beck had not put her up at his hotel and the one he’d picked on short notice was much more expensive, and downtown.
It was lucky for me because it was close to a couple boutiques I could pop into after talking to her. Once I found her room, I knocked on her door, and mom opened it with a frown.
“I just don’t know what to say to you,” mom said, but she stood back so I could enter. I could see her bags were packed and in a pile, as if waiting. “Beck’s already been here to give me a ticket home.” I looked at her in surprise, as she crossed her arms. “I’ll never get to see Bartie, you know. I had to have Beck bring him so I could hug him goodbye.”
I found it hard to believe that she meant it, but I wasn’t going to call her on it.
“I’m sorry Beck and I have to be so firm on this, but that is the way it has to be.” Each word I spoke to her made me feel more powerful, as if I was wrestling my life from her, and winning. “Just to be clear, if I hear anyone from back home knows Beck and I are together, I will know where it came from.”
Mom made a disgusted sound, and then she muttered, “Like I would do that. But you really need to get him to help me, honey. He has billions, one little million is only right for his parents.”
God, she’d never stop.
“Maybe if you show him how supportive you can be about us, after a while he will soften. But right now, it sounds
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