Chapter Three
Landry
Two Days Later
“Is the sun even up yet?”
I smiled when I heard Brody groan in protest beside me. I reached over his perfectly sculpted body to quiet the alarm on my nightstand. “No, but it’s time for me to wake up.”
“Tell me it isn’t so.” Brody’s voice was rough in the mornings, like he’d spent all night smoking cigarettes and drinking cheap whiskey. He’d done neither. He’d spent all night making me orgasm so hard and loud that I was sure my neighbors had cigarettes after.
If anyone’s voice should be scratchy, it should be mine.
I stretched my arms over my head, smirking into the pillow when Brody started to pull the stark white sheets down my bare body. “I need to be at the hospital in an hour. My vacation is officially over.” I’d gone back to Texas, back to my family’s ranch for a memorial—a celebration of life for one of the original members of my father’s band who was my brother’s bio father. I wasn’t really sure if I should be calling my trip home a vacay. Either way, I’d had fun. I loved seeing all my aunts, uncles, and cousins. Living in Florida was nice; don’t get me wrong. But I missed the chaos that came with life on the Devil’s Share compound.
“An hour? That means we have time, yeah?” Before I could protest Brody grabbed my hips and pulled me backward, flush against the front of his warm, naked body. I felt his lips form a smile against my neck. “What’d you say, baby cakes?” His hand trailed down my thigh, his massive cock going rigid against my lower back.
Like every other time in the last three weeks, including the sexting while I was out of town, I knew I should tell him no. I should be responsible and adult. I should get out of bed and use the extra time for a long shower, because Lord knew that man made me sweat all night long. “Brody.”
“Yeah?” He kissed my neck and guided his hand over the swell of my ass, pushing my thigh up toward my stomach. Making room for himself.
In response I arched my back, telling him that I was game. I was always game when it came to this man. This guy. Was he old enough to be considered a man? He slid into my body without hesitation. His forehead pressed against the back of my neck. “I love fucking you in the morning.” His words were whispered in between thrusts. “Inside your pussy is the best way to start the day.”
I snorted. I couldn’t help it. Brody spoke like he fucked, unfiltered and unapologetic. He was the realest person I knew. He was wholly and unequivocally himself.
“Laugh all you want, bad girl, but I can feel what my words do to you. I can feel how much they turn you on.” He reached around the front of my body, coating his fingers in my juices and using them to rub my clit.
Meeting Brody Frost at the Clashing Swell concert was fun, which was what I’d needed. We’d had a hot night. We’d had sex backstage. We’d come back to my place and fucked on my kitchen island. Then my balcony. And we’d spent the next day naked on the couch. After that, we never really stopped hanging out. We both knew it was going to be short-lived, casual. No explanations were needed. Brody was leaving to go on tour with his band in two months, but damn I’d miss the things he could do to my body.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Mostly because at this point, I was slightly afraid the neighbors were going to lodge a complaint. Brody had been at my house since the prior evening, from the second I’d walked in my door, and we’d done nothing but eat and have sex. No one had ever made me scream like he did. Even now, a small moan escaped despite my best efforts.
He chuckled behind me, his teeth scraping against my shoulder blade. “You like that, bad girl?”
I liked everything Brody did to me. “Don’t stop.” I bowed my back further, giving him better access to my body. I’d give him anything he wanted at this point, as long as he kept making me feel this good. This wanted. This desired. “Harder.”
He wrapped one arm around my middle and had me up on my knees before I could even blink. He knew exactly what I was asking for. He smoothed a hand down my spine, then gripped my hips. “You ready?”
I nodded, biting my arm and pushing back against him. He let loose, pounding into me. The sound of our bodies coming together was echoing through the room. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head further toward the mattress. I cried out.
“You good baby?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” He slapped my ass and I fisted my hands in my crisp sheets. His hold on me was punishing. I’d have bruises later today. But it was so perfect; fucking at its finest. It was Brody. I screamed his name seconds later, coming so hard it hurt. “God, I love the sounds you make while you milk my dick.” I could picture the blond surfer behind me, his head hung back. His lips parted. I knew his brow would crease, I knew he stopped breathing while he orgasmed. “Fuck, Landry. Fuck.” He pulled out, took off the condom, and came all over my back. Then he rolled and collapsed onto the bed.
I lay down on my stomach, turning my head toward him, smiling. “Why do you enjoy doing that so damn much, caveman?” Brody liked to come on my back, and my front. But I had to put a stop to the latter after a terrible incident.
“I hate coming in condoms, it feels so clinical. Plus you look hot as hell covered in my come.” He reached over and palmed my ass, squeezing lightly. I wasn’t the condom’s biggest fan at the moment either. Their statistics weren’t in my favor recently and I was feeling a little bitter about it.
I’d been on the pill since I’d turned seventeen. Last month I’d gotten strep throat after a rotation in the pediatric wing. I knew antibiotics would make my birth control ineffective. And I’d thought I’d been careful, insisting on condoms with my asshole ex, and with Brody. But somehow, some way, one of those fuckers got through. And now I was five weeks pregnant, which included the two weeks before when I must have ovulated.
Holy fuck, I was pregnant.
Every morning, I was shocked all over again when I remembered I was knocked up. And that my baby could have one of two fathers. Yeah, there was a break between the two, but only a few days.
I couldn’t believe this was currently my life. Immature, surfer, rock-star drummer. Or OCD, narcissistic, unfaithful surgeon. My parents would have shit a brick if I’d told them the truth: that I wasn’t sure who the father was. So I’d lied to everyone but my younger brother. I claimed a one-night stand.
“You okay? You look a little pale. Was I too rough?” He smirked, because he knew with me there was no such thing.
“It’s probably dehydration. You’ve kept me prisoner in my bed for over twelve hours.” I pushed to my feet and headed to the bathroom to clean up. The paleness was no doubt because my morning sickness was about to rear its ugly head. I started the shower and shut the door.
Two seconds later the door opened again.
“Brody.”
“What?” He grabbed my toothbrush and pasted it. Brody wasn’t a person who believed in boundaries.
And I’d never shut him out while I got ready for work. But the nausea was rising, quickly. I knew if I didn’t get him gone and fast, he’d see me puke up everything we’d eaten last night. “Could you grab me a glass of water?” It was getting really hot in here. The steam from the shower and the sick feeling in my stomach combined were making me start to sweat.
“Yeah, of course.” He spit his toothpaste into the clean porcelain sink. “You hungry? I can make you some eggs real quick.”
I bent over and threw up, making him jump in surprise. “Whoa.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Sorry I uh…”
Here we go again. I got down on my knees this time, trying not to miss. The last thing I wanted to do when I got home from work was clean vomit off the bathroom floor. Brody grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail.
“Baby cakes, you okay? You getting another round of that stomach bug?”
I nodded, resting my head on my forearm. “Yeah, probably.” I totally forgot I’d told him about me throwing up at home. When it started I really did think it was just a virus.
“Maybe you should stay home today? I can make you some soup and we could chill on the couch.”
I cocked an eyebrow, unable to miss giving him a hard time, no matter how terrible I felt in that moment. “Oh yeah? What happened to not blowing smoke up my ass? Grub Express, remember?”
He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe, still naked. “If you’ve got a bug, I’ve got a bug. I think my mouth on your pussy for an hour last night assured that.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“I can’t. I’ve missed too much work. I’ll be fine. I need some toast, maybe some water. Really. I’m sure it’ll pass quickly.”
He put his hand to my forehead and I couldn’t help but moan. His cool hand on my flushed skin felt amazing. “My mom always did this to me when I was a kid, but really, I have no idea what I’m checking for here. Do you think you have a fever?”
I smiled and cautiously climbed to my feet. “Nope. No fever.” I placed a quick kiss on his pec and then climbed into the shower. I didn’t have time to wash my hair; at this point I was going to be running late. Eventually I’d need to let my work know about the baby. Which would mean my ex, Travis, would find out.
Would he wonder if the baby was his? Would he demand a paternity test? The thought alone was making me want to be sick again. Maybe I’d be able to keep the pregnancy a secret until Brody left on tour? Then he wouldn’t be mixed up in all the drama.
Look, in reality, I knew not telling either of them was a shit move. Hell, I was a product of exactly that type of secret. My bio mom kept her pregnancy from my dad, which resulted in a really horrific childhood. I’d been neglected and abandoned.
But my situation now had one major difference. I wasn’t my mom. I had my shit together. I could provide for this baby. I’d be a great single parent.
Travis was an asshole who didn’t want kids—he’d told me as much. And Brody? He had a hell of a career in front of him, and a lot of living to do. And to be honest, the thought of him not wanting this baby, if it was his, kind of broke my heart. I wasn’t being selfish. I was being smart and kind to all parties involved, right? Right.
Better for me and the kid if I went at it alone. No disappointment, no heartbreak. My baby would be loved. That child would be surrounded by so much family and affection it wouldn’t know what to do with it all.
The glass door to the shower opened and Brody took the soapy loofa out of my hand. “Turn.”
I spun around, giving him my back. He scrubbed until my whole body was covered in suds and then he turned me so the water would rinse me clean. I grinned. “Thank you.”
“My cum, my responsibility.” He winked and then shut the door.
I stood in the shower, stock still, silently freaking out. Did he know? There was no way he knew. Right? I mean this was Brody we were talking about. He was young. He was wild and crazy. He knew drums, waves, and Sativa hybrids. I ran my hand over my still flat stomach. I wouldn’t show for months. I shook my head and turned off the water. There was no way he’d connect me throwing up with me being pregnant. I was being paranoid and I needed to lock that shit down.