Chopper got her as far as the tiny little hallway and then he couldn’t stand the ache and throbbing between his legs any longer. He moaned, loudly and desperately and then he pressed her back into the wall. They teetered sideways, and he laughed as he righted them and then he reached down and lifted one of her legs and slid his cock into her. It felt unbelievably good to be inside of her, and they both made primal sounds as water dripped off their bodies onto the floor and he began to pump his cock in and out of her sweet pussy. She’d tasted so good and now as he lowered his mouth to hers while he fucked her, it turned him on wildly to know that she was sucking on his tongue that had just been buried in all that sweetness. He shivered as he thought about the rush of warm, sticky-sweet fluid that had filled his mouth and coated the back of his throat as she came, and he groaned out her name into her mouth as she tasted it on him now. She had her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and she was flexing her hips into him as he thrust into her, giving as good as she got. Fuck! He loved fucking her.

He had to make himself stop long enough to lower her leg to the ground and turn her to finish walking her to the tiny little day bed in the corner of the main room. He tossed the towel down, but he knew it wasn’t going to do much good. They were both still soaked from head to toe…but at that moment neither of them cared. He lowered her down onto the bed and pulled her so that her butt was right on the edge. He looked into her eyes and she locked hers into his before he thrust up into her again, burying himself into her so deeply that not even air would be able to separate them.

She was gripping his shoulders as he thrust in and out of her pussy. Thrust after thrust, slamming into her over and over, pumping faster and harder. She was making crazy, loud noises and he could hear his own grunts. Every sound echoed off the bare walls of the little apartment and she knew her neighbors had to hear them, but he just didn’t care about that either. He pushed into her pussy until he hit rock bottom each time and then he would grind his hips into her. She was arched up off the bed and her fingernails were stuck so deeply into his upper back that he wasn’t sure if it was water or blood that warmly coated it.

He pushed her up further on the bed and then he climbed up after her, entering her again and pressing her legs together. She held them together like that, making it even harder for him to leave her pussy each time he pulled back, keeping him inside of her a little longer each time. She was moaning out his name. He loved the sound of it on her lips. He dipped down and licked it off them, imagining he could taste it, the sound of her voice, and it was as sweet as the rest of her. He fucked her like that until she screamed out in another orgasm and then once again, he repositioned her. This time he rolled her onto her belly and at once, she lifted that beautiful round butt in his direction. He pressed the tip of his cock against her tight little rosebud and she gasped and shivered. He dropped a hand down between her legs and let it play in the juices in her pussy, and then he brought it up and watched her open up slowly as he slipped a finger into her ass. She was gasping, and his cock was aching again. He slipped it back into her pussy and while he fucked her with his cock, he rimmed her with his finger. It wasn’t long before she was screaming out in another orgasm that seemed to rock every part of her body, and seconds later he followed her, crying out her name in a deep, raspy voice, one that was barely recognizable as his own. Fuck! She was fucking amazing, and he wanted to keep her.

After they lay there catching their breath and enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies for a while, Chopper grabbed the towel he’d brought with them, pulling it out from underneath Chelsea, and he dried them both off. He moved the towel slowly over her body, letting his hands feel every curve as he did. She was so fucking sexy. He loved the way she whimpered and mewled when he touched her and cuddled into him as deeply as she could, like she was trying to become a part of him or climb inside of him. He was almost hard again when he finished drying her off and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was again, but first, he needed to hear the rest of her story.

“So, baby, what are you planning to do, about your sister and your baby?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, in a shaky voice. It broke his heart to see her so torn up. It made him angry. “My dad said he’d talk to her. My mother actually thinks it’s a good idea. Please don’t judge her,” she said, defending the woman that seemed to be choosing one child over the other. “She loves me, and she’s gone above and beyond for me, but people can only take so much before they have to walk away to protect themselves, you know?”

“Yeah…I guess.”

“Anyways, the only reason I found out, before my sister served me with papers, was because Wayne served me first.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s been working in prison and they withhold child support from his paycheck automatically. He requested a DNA test. He’s denying that Reed is his. But in the paperwork, there was also a copy of something my sister wants him to sign, relinquishing his rights to Reed if the DNA test says he’s the father.”

Chopper wasn’t sure how to ask the next question, but with all of what had been going on, he felt like it needed to be asked. What if all of this had something to do with that? “Is Wayne his father?”

Chelsea buried her face in his side and he could feel her shaking. He knew she was crying again, silently, but the tears weren’t flowing. He held her and let her get it out and he didn’t say a word. When she was ready she said, “I don’t know. We took him for the DNA test, but it’s going to take a couple of months maybe to get the results back. Oh god, Chopper! I’m so ashamed.” She began to sob then. He shushed softly and rocked her. He wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but he was afraid she’d just think he was being patronizing. He didn’t know how much time passed, but it was a significant amount before she finally said, “Sometimes…Oh god…sometimes when Wayne let the guys he called the ‘upper crust’ come over and fuck me, they didn’t use protection. He let them pay extra for what he called bareback. Oh god, Chopper, it makes me sick to think about the things I did…”

“Hey, stop it, please. You were manipulated and abused. Maybe you can blame yourself for the drugs and alcohol, but not for what that bastard and those pigs did to you when you didn’t have the capacity to say no. That was not your fault and it was not okay.” She cried softly again, and he continued to hold her. He hated the idea of her being used and taken advantage that way. It made him murderous. But his mind was also trying to process the facts, and one of those facts was that her confession just opened up a whole new string of suspects. What if whoever was the father knew about the court case and the DNA test, and didn’t want the truth to come out? Wayne called them the “upper crust.” What if it was some rich guy—maybe he was married, maybe he was afraid that Chelsea was going to tell the truth. If only she could remember.

He knew he needed to call and let Dax know about all of this, but he couldn’t let go of her, not in the condition she was in. He lay there quietly, making soothing sounds occasionally and swiping his lips across the side of her face and through her silky hair, until she fell asleep. Once she was breathing heavily and evenly, he slipped out of the bed and quietly went into the bathroom and grabbed his phone. It was just after noon. She could sleep for a while before she had to go to work. He slipped on his clothes, checked on her again, and stepped out the front door. He pressed in the number and when Dax answered he said, “Hey, Dax, I think I might have a lead on what Dizzy wanted with Chelsea.”

“Great! What is it?”

“I feel like I’m betraying her confidence. This was something that was really hard for her to tell me. I’m feeling sick about even talking to you about it.”

“You know me, Chopper. Whatever you tell me will only go as far as we need for it to, in order to take care of this mess. I know you care about that girl, but most of what we’re doing here is for her, right? I mean, this all started with her.”

“She’s a good person, Dax. She’s had some really bad breaks. I told you that she’s a recovering addict, but what I didn’t tell you was that her boyfriend used to pimp her out to the highest bidder. Today I found out that she has a kid and that kid’s paternity is in question. There’s going to be a DNA test and a court case. Dax, what if that’s what this is all about? What if someone that paid to fuck Chelsea got her pregnant and doesn’t want anyone to know?” Chopper heard the gasp behind him at the same time Dax was talking on the other end of the phone. With horror in his chest he turned to see Chelsea standing in the doorway in her robe with a cup of something in her hand. Something warm she was bringing to him, when she heard him passing on her most intimate secrets, only minutes after she shared them with him. He hated what he saw in her eyes at that moment, but he knew he deserved every bit of it, and he feared she would never look at him the way she had just a little while ago, again.