Chapter 46

Austin

If I hadn’t been looking at her face, I might have worried I was hurting Piper, but pain wasn’t what I saw. All I saw was arousal.

She pulsed around my dick as I slid into her welcoming pussy, drawing a loud groan from the back of my throat. She fit me to perfection. Starting out slow was a challenge when what I wanted was to fuck her hard and fast. I didn’t want this to end too soon. I’d been dreaming of having her again for two weeks. Piper’s moans grew louder as I increased my pace until she was rocking back against me. I released her hair, but she continued to watch my every reaction.

It wasn’t long until Piper began to tighten and scream with her second orgasm. I wanted it to last all night, but feeling her come around my dick as she called out my name was too much. I groaned loudly as I came hard, gripping Piper’s hips tightly as if to anchor myself to reality.

For several moments, all that could be heard were our ragged breaths as we each recovered. She was amazing. Nothing could bring me down from my sex induced euphoria. At least, that’s what I thought until I pulled out of her.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“We just did that,” Piper said with a sated smile.

Tossing the condom in the trash by her bed, I moved to untie her wrists. This wasn’t a discussion I should have while she was on her elbows and knees, tied to the bed.

She rolled to her side to regard me. I rubbed her wrists as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“The condom broke,” I confessed before quickly adding, “I’m clean. I’ve been tested, and I haven’t been with anyone other than you in a long time. Since you already told me you’re on the pill, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Piper was quiet as all the color drained from her face. “I had to go on antibiotics while you were gone. That can make birth control less effective.”

The strangest thing happened. While I should be panicking, I suddenly had an image flash through my mind—one I knew I shouldn’t share with Piper. I could picture her pregnant with my child, and I liked it. Still, I needed to give Piper all the options without pushing her in any direction.

“Do you want me to run out to get one of those morning after pills for you?” I asked, hoping she’d say no.

She hesitated before responding. “You probably should. Would you think I’m crazy if I admit that I’m not sure I want to use the morning after pill?”

“Would you think I’m crazy if I admit that I’m certain I don’t want you to use it?” I asked, worried I was screwing up.

“We are such a mess,” Piper said on a sigh before laying on her back with an arm over her eyes.

I laid beside her and gathered her in my arms. “I don’t want to pressure you to make any decisions.” If I was being honest, I wanted to pressure her, but I wouldn’t.

“I had a miscarriage five years ago,” she admitted softly, rolling to her side to rest her head on my chest.

“I’m sorry,” I uttered, holding her tighter. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It was another case of antibiotics messing with my birth control. We didn’t have a broken condom, that we knew of, but I still ended up pregnant.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t want to be pregnant. The guy I was seeing definitely wasn’t good father material. We were thinking about breaking up when I found out I was pregnant, and all of a sudden, he wanted to get married right away. I cannot even begin to tell you what a horrible mistake that would have been. We didn’t even like each other very much by that point. Anyway, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do when I miscarried, so it shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did.”

“It’s different when you make the choice,” I told her. “The choice was taken from you before you could even get used to the idea.”

“Exactly!” she agreed. “Now, I know that getting pregnant would be a bad idea. I certainly don’t have the best job to be a mom, but I still don’t know what to do.”

“If you get pregnant from tonight, I’ll take care of you,” I promised.

“Please, do not tell me you’re going to propose over a positive pregnancy test,” she muttered. “I’m not marrying anyone simply because I’m pregnant.”

“Was that your fiancé?” I asked. “The one who got you pregnant.” The timing was right for when Harley said Piper was engaged.

“You heard about that?” she asked.

“Harley mentioned it but didn’t give me any details,” I replied.

“It was my fiancé’s baby,” she replied. “We were both idiots for getting engaged.”

“You must have loved each other if you were planning to get married.” I felt a twinge of jealousy.

“Not the way we should have,” was her sad reply. “It says a lot that you didn’t freak out and run for the door when you saw the broken condom.”

“I freaked out a little,” I admitted. “Mostly, I was worried you’d be pissed at me.”

“Why would I be pissed at you?” she asked. “You got that from my box of condoms. Speaking of which, no sex until we get new condoms.”

“So, you’re not mad?” I asked.

“No, I’m not mad,” she assured me.

“I need to run a quick errand.” I climbed out of bed and looked around for my clothes. “Do you need anything while I’m out?”

“An errand?” she asked. “This is a strange time to run an errand.”

“I need to get more condoms,” I explained. “After being away from you for two weeks, I’m nowhere near done with you.”