A couple of months can fly by, huh? What with the police being called, the media circus that followed, the family circus when they found out, the beginning of the trial… Ben, Charlie, and I have just now finally begun to settle into normal lives again.

Don’t be disappointed I shut down programming.

It wasn’t fun, trust me.

Ben is so over it he’s skipping the Family BBQ tonight so he can find some peace at the farm and remember who the hell he is.

You wouldn’t have enjoyed the confusion.

But I had to flip the switch back on today because in my opinion this is where it gets good, and you have to see this.

I’m watching my girl sleep. Isn’t she beautiful? The slopes of her shoulder and face are highlighted by the cool glow of the aquarium light that turned on ten minutes ago at exactly ten o’clock. It’s on a timer. During weekends it lights at ten so we can sleep in. Monday through Friday the fish rise with Charlie at six. They’re always awake, but you get the idea.

She hasn’t officially moved in. I’m going to ask her, today before the BBQ. I wanted you in on the surprise. Also wanted to clue you in on a few things before she wakes up, because after that I won’t be able to talk to you.

I give all my attention to her.

Hope you don’t mind.

Ben finally got a hold of Summer. She never texted him and had no idea what he was talking about. Turns out Vanessa went through the trouble of driving two states over to Summer’s house to steal her phone.

Why?

Just to fuck with Ben. Can you believe that?

She didn’t mean to lure me out of the house. She thought I was at work the whole time, that is until she heard Stacy and I talking. Her lover’s come-hither voice got her out of hiding and she was about to confront us when she was tackled.

It was Vanessa who referred Stacy to Wyntech in the first place. The two of them were in the closet with everyone they knew. Vanessa had lost her last girlfriend, Summer, to my cousin Ben. So when she heard my name and saw me on the video, she realized we were related. Then Stacy stopped taking her calls. That triggered the mental break down.

My Charlie was the most hurt because she had believed Vanessa was her friend. But now we understood why she’d given me that sexy look on her way to the bathroom at Whiskey Blue, and had shown interest when I joked about the threesome. She would happily have fucked Charlie, and if she’d nailed me, too, she could tell Stacy something along the lines of, See! We both had sex with him. Won’t you come back to me now? We can put all of this behind us now that we’re even.

But it didn’t go that way. So she went deeper into darkness and devised the barter idea to convince me to give Stacy up. She thought I wanted both women, but Charlie more. Total fucking nutcase. How she ever thought she’d get away with it, no one knows. It’s impossible to understand crazy.

The press loved the story, especially the lesbian lovers part. Charlie went on record saying, “This isn’t a gay thing. Plenty of straight people lose their minds over love, too.”

You think they listened to that?

Vanessa’s the only one who went to jail. Unfortunately the trial will go on for a long time because the penal system sucks. I don’t think it’s an accident that its name makes you think of dicks.

I chose not to press charges against the dominatrix, bi-sexual, pool table gyrating, computer hacking intern, because in real life she wouldn’t hurt a fly. Plus, Charlie wanted to hire her at Wyntech before some other company snatched her up and used her powers for evil.

Ms. Reed sat her new employee down and let her know that I was off limits. Stacy agreed to put her ‘love’ for me on hold, because computers were her greatest passion anyway.

Just to be safe, I steer clear of her.

I got my pool table cleaned because she goo’ed it up a little. I gave my comforter and pillows to charity in order to start fresh.

Charlie has been going to group trauma therapy and has only good things to say about it. She likes the community vibe and even told me it’s helping her get over losing her parents at sixteen. In her family seeing a therapist was weakness. She doesn’t believe that now.

She and I both decided to tear the secret room out and report the architect to the cops. Don’t ‘fuck and tell’ where the wealthy keep their secrets, buddy. He should have known better, right?

“How long have you been up,” Charlie whispers.

Well shit, I gotta go.

You’re welcome to stay and watch the end of this chapter of our lives, if you want.

Pun unintended.

Or was it?

“Hey, Princess. How’d you sleep?”

She stretches and runs a hand through my hair in the process, smiling at me as I lie on my side. “So good. I had the weirdest dream, though, Ethan.”

“What’s that?”

“You asked me to move in with you.”

I smile and climb on top of her. “This whole psychic connection thing we’ve got going on is getting stronger.”

Her eyes widen with honest surprise. “Were you going to do that?”

“Later today.”

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not.” I run a hand down her nakedness loving the softness of her skin. “And I wish I could have a friend verify, but…I can’t.”

Her fingers lace into my hair and she says on a big smile, “I love this mop.”

“Do you?” I begin running the pad of my thumb over her nipple until it becomes taut. “Are you happy with me?”

“Mmmhmm.” Her eyes are bright as she nods and opens her legs a little. I wedge my knee under hers to help, my cock lengthening by the second. “I woke up wanting you inside me.”

Sliding a finger into her slit I groan, “You’re sopping wet, Princess. You want me to fuck you, huh?”

She moans as I play with her aroused clit. My shaft is hard now as I watch her writhe under my skilled touch. I love discovering what makes her squirm.

“It feels so good when you touch my pussy.”

“Mmmm, say it again.”

“My pussy,” she smiles. “Pussy pussy pussy.”

“What do you want me to do to it?”

“Kiss it.”

Sliding down, I spread her legs more. “Your red hair down here turns me on so much.” I slip my tongue oh-so-slowly up from base to cleft. I give her clit a tiny nibble with only my lips. She moans and twists, her hand resting on my head. My tongue starts working her, following the sounds she makes, giving everything she needs until she’s bucking like she wants me to make her cum. But I don’t let her get off that easily. The fun part is making her wait, teasing her, making her beg for it. I know I’ve got her where I want her when she cries out, “Oh my God! Fuck me!”

I ram my tongue inside her slick cave and flick her little bean with my fingers. Light strokes across her slipperiness are all it takes because she’s on edge. She moans, her hips rising off the bed. I grab them and lap her up until she trembles. She goes limp on a slew of soft whimpers.

“I’m so hard for you, Princess,” I groan as I rub the tip of my shaft up and down her pussy before diving in. Charlie gasps as I enter her. The way her tight cave clenches around my cock, I can’t get enough of it. She climbs up my body so that she’s sitting on my lap, riding me, moving in ways that bring out the pleasure for both of us.

Her head falls back, neck exposed. I come in and lick it, then wrap my jaw around it to massage with my teeth as my hips lose their mind pounding her. I cum inside my girl, giving her everything I’ve got, panting her name and holding her close. Her nails are dug into my back as she whispers in my ear, “I’m pregnant.”

We lock eyes. “What? You sure?”

Nodding she grins at me. “Yeah. I’m two months along. It happened in Scotland.”

“Fuck that! It happened over the Atlantic!” I brush red hair back from her shining face. “Ms. Reed, you’re everything I’ve always wanted.”

She goes quiet with tears in her eyes. “I’m so lucky I met you.”

“No shit, right?”

She hits my chest. “Cocky jerk.”

“Cocky jerk who loves you very much.”

Her arms slide around my neck. “That just makes you a cocky genius.”

“Oh yeah? Only a smart guy would love you, is that it?” I start tickling her.

Wriggling away she cries out, “You have to be very smart to love this chick!”

“We’ll see about that!”

She cracks up, yelping and pushing me back. “Stop it!” But I won’t give up that easily. It’s just not how I’m made.

And this kid is going to be born into a house filled with laughter, I promise.