Booster
Lena doesn’t answer any of my messages the weekend that she finds Pixie’s underwear in my kutte. I give her time—after I think about it, I guess I can see where her anger comes from. I would think the same thing if I found something similar about what I thought was her running around.
We haven’t made things official.
But I’m done waiting when it comes to Lena.
I’m here at her school tonight since she refuses to talk to me, to make it official. One way or another.
Trying to blend in, I dress up. Nice clothes (no suit, because not even my own wedding will get me into one) but I don’t think I look half bad in what I’m in. I think the kids mistake me for a chaperone, and the adults think the same. I’m just a father come out to hang and watch his kid’s high school dance …
Ha. Maybe one day. But I actually have to patch things with Lena first.
I don’t catch sight of her. There are a lot of people here, and a lot of kids—and since I’m trying not to stand out, it’s not like I can just get up on the stage and yell for Lena Hedlund to come on up there for me. Not like the idea isn’t tempting. But still.
No, instead, I mingle. Eventually, I make my way over to her boss. I remember him as the principal that I talked to when I was first trying to find out what I could about Lena. I remember that I didn’t really care for him—bit too fucking full of himself, in my opinion, but that’s neither here nor there.
“Nice party, huh?” I say conversationally. I don’t think he recognizes me; he turns, startled at first, before he sees that I’m just another adult.
“Oh? Huh? Yeah. For the kids, I suppose. They’re all little gremlins, gyrating on each other. Someone’s going to end up pregnant,” he mutters, sending a seething glance out to the kids on the dance floor. It’s a little odd; he’s so against kids, if past interactions are any indication, yet he’s the principal of a school? So off the mark.
I don’t comment on this, though. Instead, I laugh.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Trying to keep them from getting all in each other’s shit is a little hard with this music.”
The man snorts.
“Mmhm …” He stares at me a little harder, as if trying to place me, before realization dawns. “Hm … Don’t I know you?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’m a chaperone,” I say lightly.
“No, no, from somewhere else. You’re—”
“You might know me through Lena,” I say, outing myself so he doesn’t put too much thought into it. “We’re a bit of a thing.”
“Oh. I hadn’t realized she’d brought you in to help chaperone as a volunteer.” He squinted his eyes. “I didn’t think that she’d brought anyone in—”
“Last minute addition,” I say.
“Ah …” He keeps looking at me, somewhat suspicious, but he’s not kicking me out yet, so I guess that’s a plus to what he could be doing. “You clean up pretty well, in that case.”
“Thanks. I figured that I could get away with this over leather and metal.”
“Ha. You’re right about that—”
“Booster!”
The principal’s head and mine turn as my name’s called. Lena’s come over, having caught sight of me. It means that I don’t have to hunt her down myself—but it also means that she could very easily blow my cover, too. After all, I’m not actually here to fucking chaperone.
“Lena,” I greet, giving her a huge smile and drawing her into a hug. She tenses in my arms, and I hate the fact that she does, but I can’t dwell on it right now. “Sorry I’m a little late for chaperoning. I got a little behind on tidying myself up.” I gesture down to my clothes.
Lena gives me a strange look; she has no idea what the fuck I’m talking about. But a quick look between myself and her boss and Lena gets the hint—she nods.
“It’s fine. Better late than never,” she says, terse in her tone. So she’s still mad at me. Or she’s mad that I showed up without announcement or asking.
Well, that’s what happens when she decides that she’s not going to speak to me for almost a week without even giving me a chance to explain myself. She can play hardball, so can I.
“Yes, well …” Her boss looks between us, almost as if he’s uncomfortable. I’m not here for his comfort, so it doesn’t bother me. “I’m going to make sure there’s nothing funny going on in the cafeteria.”
We’re quiet as we watch her boss leave, but as soon as he’s out of earshot, Lena looks up at me.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, her mouth set in a straight line. “Why are you here? I thought that my silence was enough to tell you that I’m not talking to you right now.”
“I knew that you weren’t going to come to me, so I figured this time I would come to you.”
“You came to my place of work in the middle of a school dance! What is wrong with you?” Her voice starts to spike, and she notices this. She looks around, shakes her head, and when she speaks to me again, her voice is lowered. “And then talking to my principal. Why? What were you telling him? If you’re trying to get me in trouble at my place of work, Booster—”
I stop her, holding up my hand.
“I didn’t come here to get you in trouble with your boss, first of all,” I tell her. “I happened to see him and figured that I could make small talk before one, he told me where you were, or two, I figured it out for myself. You coming over prevented that; don’t get your panties all in a twist.” I grin. “Why? Don’t want me telling him something sinister like you’re going to be the mother of my child, or something?”
Lena’s face goes white. I can only assume that she thinks I would seriously tell her boss about our arrangement—maybe brag about having a child with her. But that would require an actual child to be around for that.
No, I just want a rise out of her. I want to talk to her. I want to get her to realize I’m not the person that she thought I was by forcing her to confront her assumptions about me head on. If we get into it out here … well, all the better. Let it be known who Lena Hedlund is with, and who’s in her corner looking out after her.
However, Lena has other things in mind, it seems. Instead of getting into an argument with me in front of her school, her pale face reddens, and then she takes me by the arm. My brow goes up; that wasn’t expected. Nonetheless, I let her tug me away from the gym and into the hall outside of it, yanking me a good ways down before she pushes us into an empty classroom.
“How’d you find out?” she demands. “You’ve known? You’ve known and you were a complete asshole anyway? Are you fucking serious right now, Booster?”
Okay. Time to be really goddamn confused. What’s she going on about?
I put my hands up.
“What the hell are you talking about, Lena? I just came over here to get you to talk to me!”
“Then why were you going to tell my boss about the baby? When did you even find out?! Why were you with someone else if—”
I put my hands on her shoulders. As a precaution, I lock the classroom door before giving my full attention back to Lena.
“Lena,” I say. I begin to piece a couple things together, and it keeps me from being able to hide the grin that’s forming on my face. “Lena … are you pregnant?”
She stares at me blankly.
“I—I—wait you didn’t … you didn’t know?”
She’s fucking pregnant!
I forget about what we’re doing here, momentarily. Instead of keeping in mind that Lena’s probably not in the mood to have me all in her space, I jerk her toward me, wrapping my arms around her. I can’t believe it.
She’s pregnant.
In all the strife in trying to figure out how I needed to approach her again, I completely put off the thought that it could have been a possibility. If she was pregnant, she’d have come to me, right?
Well … maybe not if she thought I had a girl or two lined up aside from her.
“Oh, fuck, Lena, we should have talked before this. Holy shit.”
She pushes me off her.
“Yeah, well, we would have,” she says, defensive. “If you hadn’t—”
“I haven’t done anything, Lena, which you would know if you would have let me explain to you the day you decided that I was some kind of nefarious guy with no morals.”
“You practically paid me to be a surrogate for your child. I think being moralistic is kind of a stretch.
Ouch.
“Fair enough. But I thought it was obvious before now what I want and what I want from you, Lena. Even after all that.” I nod to one of the desks. “Let’s talk?”
Lena looks like she’s going to tell me no. I don’t want to argue with her—but I will for this. She’s going to have my baby, and she’s going to listen to me explain why she shouldn’t have run from me in the first place.
But she doesn’t tell me no. Her eyes certainly flick to the door, as though she’s going to bolt. It’s something that I’m glad she doesn’t do as she moves to one of the desks and takes her place there.
“Okay,” she says. “Talk.”
“First, those were someone else’s panties you found—”
“I gathered that.”
“But I didn’t do anything with that woman,” I say, not allowing her anymore room to argue or accuse or whatever it is what she wants to do about the situation. “They belong to a club girl that’s always trying to get on my dick about shit. She came into my office one day while I was trying to work and decided that she’d try to entice me with a striptease. I tried to get her to leave; when her panties came off, I had to get fucking mean—so I took her panties and I sent her packing. But I sure as hell didn’t fuck her, and I haven’t fucked anyone since choosing you, Lena. Why the hell would I?”
“Why—why did you still have them in your jacket, then?” she asks, as though she’s trying to blow holes in my logic or my alibi or something. I shrug.
“Honestly? I forgot. I was trying to settle books that day. I had more on my mind than making sure I didn’t get caught redhanded with panties for pussy I didn’t even take, you know. And then we made plans and it didn’t seem all that relevant. The day was going well. And then you found them.” I frown. “I’m not even mad that you assumed that I’d fucked some other girl; I get it. It’s not like I’m an innocent little altar boy, but you didn’t even let me explain things to you. You didn’t give me that chance.”
“I thought …” She breathes in. I give her the time that she needs before she continues. “I thought that you had just. Used me. I mean, there was only the stipulation about me not having sex with someone else, but I thought after a while that there was something more going on. And then thinking that you had screwed someone else, and that you thought it was funny that I had found out or something. I just.” She shakes her head. “I actually like you, Booster. I hadn’t expected to. I just thought that I would be doing this—honestly—insane thing with you, but I figured the only thing that would tie us together would be this child.”
Her hand falls to her stomach. My eyes glance down, and for the first time, I really realize that my child is in there. It makes my heart swell in ways that I didn’t think I was capable of.
“And now?”
“Now, I want there to be more than just this child. And I was afraid that I had lost out on that because I thought that this didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me.”
That nearly breaks my heart, but I don’t let her know it. I can’t because I know that there’s a damn good reason for Lena to feel this way—and at least now, Lena’s listening to me.
I stand up, make my way over to her. I take her face in my hands and tilt it upward, pressing my lips to Lena’s.
“I want this,” I tell her. “I want you. I want this baby. I want everything that comes with it.” I deepen the kiss, taking her mouth with my own so that there’s no question about it—this is the truth that I’m telling her. My tongue explores her mouth and I exhale a relieved sigh when she lets me in, opening her mouth to me and letting me kiss her.
This is what I’ve needed. Her coming back to me like this.
I don’t think about the fact that we’re technically in her place of work. I could get her into serious trouble if someone came looking … but I’ve locked the door and if someone wants in, they’ll have to break this damn door down. At that point, whatever they see is their own damn fault.
I lift Lena up, getting her up in my arms. There’s no hesitation when I cart her over to the desk in the room. I don’t think this is Lena’s classroom, and that makes the situation all the more thrilling. I’m about to set her down on a stranger’s desk and fuck her for everything she’s worth on it, too, in celebration of what she’s just told me.
I kiss her all the way there. Draping myself over her, I put myself in her line of vision, encompassing her. Pressing between her legs I rock against her, letting her feel the hardness of my cock. The warmth between her thighs radiates against me, and I lose it.
I growl, taking her mouth with mine. Her hands fly to my hair in surprise, tugging but not pulling me away. She keeps me pressed close to her and I revel in the actions, impatiently pushing her skirt up. I don’t have the care to handle her nicely. As soon as her skirt is up high enough, I rip her pantyhose. The sound of the nylon tearing beneath my fingers has me groaning, and Lena’s needy little buck of hips further encourages me.
My fingers press past her panties, crooking inside her. Her pussy wraps around me like a glove. It’s as though the strife we’ve gone thought doesn’t matter. The air is cleared; we’re getting what we want. And fuck if I don’t want Lena like the drug she’s become to me.
In and out, I plunge my fingers in her. Her cries of ecstasy aren’t held back in the classroom, and I go at her harder just to hear her whine for me more. The slip and slide of my fingers, the clench of her pussy … it’s all enough to drive me wild.
“Booster—fuck me,” she begs as she writhes her body all over the desk. “Please, god, I need it.”
That sends me over the edge. I pull my fingers out of her, shove her panties to the side, stretching and ripping them a little, too. I make quick work of my pants; my mind is singularly focused on Lena, getting inside her, fucking her until she’s claimed as mine again and again.
Hands on either side of her head once my cock is free, I press against her dripping entrance and push into her in one fluid, hard thrust. She’s so hot and wet. I let out a curse as she clenches tight around me and immediately wraps her legs around my middle.
“You feel so fucking good … all mine … Fuck, Lena—”
I don’t finish my thought, groaning out instead as I almost let slip something weighty. Not yet … not yet … but soon, I’ll tell her.
Now, though, I lay into Lena. The woman that’s carrying my child and who’s gone and driven me more than wild over the short course of the last couple of months. I’m the man that always said he wouldn’t settle down, yet here I am baby-making and honestly wanting to with the woman under me.
I think it’s that thought that makes me fuck her so earnestly. I roll my hips so I hit deep inside her, leaving my mark within her so there’s never another man that can possibly make her feel like this. With the way she claws my back during, calls out my name, moves her hips against me and reciprocates my actions, I doubt that she’s going to let another man touch her like this again.