Sara
“Oh, Danny. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
He’s on his knees, with my ankle on his shoulder, driving into me relentlessly. Our bodies move together, chasing the same goal…orgasmic bliss.
I don’t think it would be possible for me to get much higher. Danny is the perfect drug. I feel euphoric as he touches me so deep inside.
Placing a tender kiss on my ankle, he moves my leg to the side, spreading me wide, slamming into me so damn hard. My nails scratch down his back as sweat drips from his forehead and onto my chest.
Dear God, the man is a a love making machine and he’s mine.
All mine.
His pace slows to a stop as he brings his mouth down to mine. Our foreheads are pressing together as we exchange heavy breathed, I love yous, promising of now and forever.
“Fuck, sweetheart, gonna cum so deep in this pussy, gonna fill you up and pray to God I put a baby in you.”
I freeze. CT is already almost more than I can handle. Stupidly, this is one thing we haven’t discussed. I want to go to college or get a job. Having a baby so early into our marriage isn’t in my plans right now.
I went and got an IUD two months ago for those very reasons.
I love being a mom to CT, but I am not ready to expand our family. Is it selfish to want it to be just us for now?
“Danny.”
“Shh. I’m so close. Cum for me, Sara.”
“Danny…” I try again, knowing this isn’t the best moment to tell him but I don’t want any lies between us.
“Fuck,” he moans out, picking up speed again. Hooking his arm under my knee he takes me so damn hard I think I am seeing stars.
I lose all train of thought as my orgasm takes me over the edge.
“Fuck, yeah. You feel so damn good.” Danny starts to shudder and twitch as he cums in me. When his release ends, he stills, staying inside me. “Not taking any chances on my cum running out of you.” He nips at my collarbone, working his way up my jaw.
He must catch the expression on my face.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His fingers lazily stroke my jaw.
“It’s not that. Danny… I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“I’m on birth control. I don’t want to get pregnant,” I confess.
Danny pulls out and away from me. Chills wash over me from the loss of his warmth.
He sits on the edge of the bed with his back to me as he hangs his head down in his hands. “You don’t want to have my baby?”
“One day. Sure. But, Danny, we just got married and CT is six months old. We have time. I want to go back to school or get a job and you have so much going on with the club right now. Don’t you think the timing is off?”
“I get what you are saying. But I feel punched in the throat right now,” he croaks.
“I’m sorry.” I go to comfort him but he pushes me away and stands up.
“I get it. I do. I just need a minute.”
“Okay,” I whisper as he leaves the room.
Pulling the sheet up around me, I feel Danny’s semen, on the insides of my thighs. Am I making a mistake for wanting to wait?
Now would be a good time for a talk with my mom, but we don’t have that bond any more.
I feel empty.
Sad.
Alone.
Even though Danny is here, I feel like I just put a wall up between us. He was so damn happy.
Why did I have to open my mouth?
I hear Danny’s cell phone go off and a few minutes later he comes into the bedroom. He doesn’t even look at me as he goes to the closet and starts throwing on clothes.
When he grabs his cut off the bedpost his eyes finally meet mine. He looks pissed off. Its my fault. I did this. I hurt him.
I didn’t want to.
I only wanted to be honest with him, but maybe while he had his dick in me shooting his sperm into me wasn’t the best time.
“Are you leaving?”
“Got some shit I need to handle. I’ll be back. Keep the doors locked.”
He starts out of the room and I scramble from the bed, not caring that I lose the sheet on the way.
I grab his arm in the hallway and if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. “Danny!” his dark eyes narrow in on my hand on his arm. So many emotions are flashing across his face right now.
Anger.
Betrayal.
Sadness.
I might as well be with the hurt in his eyes dancing behind the anger. Seeing the lost expression on his face, knowing I put it there crushes me.
“Don’t walk away mad at me.”
“I’m not mad, Sara. I’m hurt. Now let me go.” He jerks his arm away and grabs his keys from the kitchen counter. “Don’t wait up,” he snarls.
When I hear his bike roar out of the driveway and down the road, I fall apart.
Danny just walked out on me on our wedding night, no less.
I gave up everything to be with him and at the first sign of trouble, he up and leaves me. What kind of shit is this?
I don’t deserve this.
I won’t put up with it. Danny may have thought I’d be a docile little wife, but I won’t take his shit.
I have the blood of a rebel running through my veins. I’m nobody’s bitch. Even as I think the thoughts though, tears burn at the corners of my eyes and I go back to the bedroom, remembering the love we made, the promises we shared. How did our love go wrong so fast?
Picking his t-shirt up from the floor, I bring it to my nose, inhaling his scent. I slip it on over my head and curl up in bed.
“Don’t wait up.” I replay his words…our fight in my head.
Danny and I have never fought before.
This is no way to start our marriage.
I get back up from the bed once I am done feeling sorry for myself.
I thought long and hard about what my mother would do if she were in my shoes. She sure as shit wouldn’t lay here crying herself to sleep.
I go into the kitchen and find my bag. Pulling out my phone I fire off a text.
Flame: I need a favor.
Cupid: What you need?
Flame: Come get me and take me to Danny.
Cupid: You want me to lose my head or my dick? Not a good idea, darlin’.
Flame: Why? Is he with someone?
Cupid: I like you, but I can’t be going behind Prez’s back like this.
Flame: Please.
He doesn’t answer right away. I toss my phone on the couch cushion, feeling defeated. I would call a cab but hell, I don’t even know our address, let alone how to get to the clubhouse.
My phone pings.
Cupid: You’re lucky I’m a dumbfuck with a soft spot for love. Be there in twenty. Be ready.