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Rory
was pounding into her frantically now, hard and like a man possessed. He rocked
back and forth, slammed his cock into her pussy, and she felt her orgasm climb.

The
hard, very male grunts that came from him had her pleasure exploding within
her. There was a tightness that started at the base of her spine, moved
throughout her entire body, and claimed every inch of her.

“Your
pussy is so hot and tight, so fucking wet.”

The
sound of their sex slapping together, of her pussy sucking at his cock was
obscene, erotic. Lights danced in front of her vision, her body tingled, and
she curled her hands into his biceps. She held on tight as he thrust hard and
fiercely into her, making her body move up an inch on the truck. A gasp left
her when he slammed into her especially hard.

Neck
arched, throat bared, and moaning out as she climaxed, Lena couldn’t grasp
reality, didn’t even want to. Rory grabbed onto one of her breasts, curled his
big palm around it, and made these guttural noises. He moved his hand to her
other breast, curved his fingers around it, and even though she still had a top
on she swore it felt like he had his bare hand on her flesh.

Her
orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath, her very sanity.

“Oh
yeah, baby.
Christ
, I’m coming.”

“I’m
already there,” she managed to moan out the words.

He
grunted and groaned, and picked up his speed. He pumped into her once, twice,
and on the third time slammed his dick so hard inside of her that she slid up
on the truck bed again. She felt him coming, felt the hard, hot jets of his cum
filling her. His big body was so tense above her, and his muscles constricted
and relaxed repeatedly. All Lena could do was ride out the pleasure, the high,
and pray she landed on solid ground afterward.

Once
both of them were sated and out of breath, he sagged on top of her, and for
several seconds they lay there, neither speaking, but both trying to gasp for
air.

When
he finally pulled out of her body and lay beside her she curled into his chest,
held onto him, and finally let the tears come.

“I
don’t want you to leave me, Rory.” He held her tighter, and she inhaled his
scent, memorized it, and knew that this was going to be hell.

“Neither
do I, baby, but I swear I’ll come back to you. I’ll always come back for you.”

“I
know you will.” Even though she believed him, trusted him above all else, that
didn’t have her insecurities, fears, and worries leaving. All she could do was
love him, wait for him, and hope that this really was for the best.

Chapter
Eight

Two months later

“I
miss you so much it hurts, baby.”

Lena
lay on her bed, the sound of the clock ticking beside her the only noise
filling the otherwise tense, stressful situation she felt like she was in.

“Ten
more months to go,” Rory said, but she hated that he counted down.

“I
know how many months, Rory.” Closing her eyes and breathing out, she rubbed a
hand over her forehead. She was so tired, feeling like she’d been running a
marathon the last month. Sitting up and balancing the cell between her shoulder
and ear she started unbuttoning her top.

“Baby,
don’t be like that.” He sounded so exhausted, and she could only imagine the
strain he was in working all day. Although she’d love to talk to him every day,
the truth was she was lucky to get a couple of phone calls from him every week.
He texted her more often than he called, but she couldn’t be upset. He was
working his ass off, and she was trying to get ready for school next month.

“You’re
right. I’m just tired.” Tossing her shirt into the hamper by her bed, she
started undoing her bra. Her breasts felt heavy, and even the air hitting them
had her wincing for a second because they were so sensitive. Cupping one of the
mounds, she felt discomfort fill her. They seemed bigger, too. Her period was
never regular, and although she’d gone months without having it, she’d never
worried, not until she’d started having sex. But she wouldn’t tell Rory about
any of this, wouldn’t worry him while he was away and trying to focus on his
job. It was probably just the stress from the situation and because of Rory
leaving.

Lena
looked over at the bedside table, stared at the small white plastic back atop
it, and could see the small, rectangular box within it. Yeah, she was worried
about the stress of school and Rory leaving, and that was probably why she
hadn’t gotten her period, but she also had gone out and bought a pregnancy test
because … she just wasn’t sure.

“I’m
going to go and get some sleep. I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn
tomorrow.”

“Get
some rest. We’ll text later.”

“I
love you, Lena.”

She
smiled, and her eyes started to tear up. “I love you, too.”

Closing
her eyes and breathing out harshly, she hated the situation all around. Rory
wasn’t here, and if she was pregnant her dreams of getting her degree would be
shot, or at least would take her far longer to acquire than she’d planned. She
also knew Rory couldn’t just up and leave the job, not unless he wanted to be
screwed for future jobs from that company.

Her
parents were working the nightshift, and she knew that if she just went to
sleep maybe the morning would look better. But Lena couldn’t sleep with that
pregnancy test staring at her, only a few inches from her. Grabbing the bag she
headed to the bathroom. After she did what she needed to, she set the stick on
the counter, washed her hands, closed the toilet lid, and sat back down.

It
was supposed to take only a couple of minutes, but God, that felt like an hour.
When she was certain the test had enough time Lena picked it up, took a deep,
steadying breath, and stared down at the screen.

Her
world crashed down around her at the sight of those two pink lines, and at the
fact she was pregnant.

Pregnant.

She
was going to have a baby.

Rory’s
baby.

She
was alone for the next ten months, and she didn’t really have any close friends
to talk to about this. She shoved the test in the plastic bag with the box,
went back into her room, and shut the door. After sitting on the bed, she
grabbed her backpack and shoved the plastic bag in it, zipped it up, and shoved
it under her bed. God, Lena was screwed, and she didn’t even know where to
start to get through this.

Looking
at her phone, having the need to call Rory and talk to him, because he’d always
been the one she turned to, Lena decided that until she knew what she wanted to
do she wouldn’t stress him out. If she decided to not have the baby Rory would
never have to know. He already had so much shit to go through as it was that he
didn’t need this extra hassle.

Lying
back on the bed she curled her arms around her knees, closed her eyes, and let
the tears come.

****

Three days later

Rory
hauled the wheelbarrow of sand to the pad that would be part of the foundation
and dumped it over. He did this over and over again, the hot, summer sun
beating down on him. Wiping his forehead with the back of his arm, he looked
around at the men working on the prison. They were a long ways from being done,
the work was hard, grueling, but in the end he just kept telling himself it was
worth it.

“Rory,
go get those bags of concrete and bring them over to Stu,” one of the guys in
charge yelled out.

Rory
grabbed a bag of concrete, hauled it over his shoulder, and went back for
another one after he tossed it where it was needed. Being so far away from Lena
was hell, and when he got back to the motel the crew was staying out, that flea
and roach trap of a shithole, he was so fucking tired he had a hard time just
finding the energy to pick up the phone and call her. But he needed to hear her
voice, to help wash away the stress and grime of the day.

More
times than not he couldn’t even fall asleep right away, no matter how tired he
was, so he’d lie there and think about not being there for Lena when she
started school, not being able to hold her, touch her … fuck her. No, he made
love to her, he made her feel good, made her scream out for more.

God,
he missed her.

“Rory,
man, you up to let loose tonight?”

He
looked at Greg, one of the guys from Arizona that was working on the job. He
didn’t know any of these guys aside from the two he worked at the garage with
back home, but he’d come to be friends with a lot of the guys, although they’d
never hung out more time than it took to drink a beer.

“Let
loose? You mean guzzle a beer and crash for the night?”

Greg
set a two by four beside a pile of others, grabbed the rag hanging from his
shoulders, and wiped off the sweat and dirt from his face. “Nah, well, yeah on
the guzzling beers. No work tomorrow means being able to actually enjoy the
drinks.”

“I’m
already fucking tired, man. I don’t think I’ll last,” Rory said and grabbed
another bag of concrete, moving it toward the others.

“Come
on. Don’t be a pussy.” Greg was determined, that was clear. “It’ll be good for
the guys to get together and let loose.”

“At
the motel rooms? I’m sorry, but you
gonna
cram
everyone in a room?”

“Hell
no. I
ain’t
being stuffed in a small room like a
sardine with a bunch of men.”

Rory
chuckled. “I don’t know, Greg. Sleeping on my day off sounds about right.”

“You
can sleep all you want tomorrow. Just come and party. I’ll know for sure where
it’s at when the shift ends.”

Rory
thought about it as he continued to work, and although he should have said no,
these men were away from their loved ones as well, wanted to obviously let
loose and forget about that shit for at least a few hours, and the more Rory
thought about it the more it sounded like a better idea.

“All
right.”

Greg
slapped him on the back, his grin wide. “
Thatta
boy.”

Rory
chuckled again, but got back to work. The sooner this day was over the sooner
he could chill for a while before crashing for the next twelve hours.

Chapter
Nine

Lena
was scared, her hands shook, and she felt sweat line her spine. She sat in the
waiting room of the abortion clinic, her thoughts waging war with the need to
just leave. She didn’t believe in abortion, or at least she thought she’d never
do something like this because it seemed so wrong. But here she was, an
eighteen-year-old starting college next month, her boyfriend in another state,
and her parents probably not able to understand any of this.

Hands
in her lap, fingers twisted together, and the sight of all the young girls in
her same position, but with their mothers with them, filled the small, outdated
waiting room.

The
office door opened, and an older woman wearing faded pink scrubs and holding a
clipboard came out of the backroom, her focus on the papers she held. “Lena
Port?”

Lena
looked at the girls across from her, their young faces holding wide eyes and
scared expressions. One girl was leaned against her mom, tears in the young
woman’s eyes, and her mother’s arm wrapped around her shoulders. Another girl
sat beside her mother, but the older woman looked angry, and her daughter
frightened. God, which version of Lena’s mother would be her right now if Lena
had told her?

Lena
stood, walked toward the nurse, and once in the back room, after she was
weighed, her height measured, and her vitals were taken, Lena was led to the
exam room. She felt like she was walking toward her execution, but the morbid
truth was this wasn’t about her, but the tiny life growing inside of her. She
paced a hand on her belly, her stomach in knots, the feeling like she would
throw up consuming her.

She’d
drained her savings in order to pay for this, but it wasn’t about that, but
about the fact this felt so wrong.

“Put
this on and have a seat on the table.” The nurse handed Lena a paper gown and
left her alone. The room was sterile, with a bunch of medical equipment and
posters on the wall of what a growing fetus looked like. This was either a
tactic to get women to feel guilt, which Lena had plenty of that already, or
they were sadistic.

She
stared down at the gown in her hand, looked around the room once more, and the
almost scary looking machines, the bottle of lube and hand sanitizer by the
sink, and all the pictures that showed pictures of the baby growing inside of
her, Rory’s baby, and tossed the gown on the table. She couldn’t do this,
couldn’t kill her child, the baby she and Rory made. They hadn’t been smart
when they had sex, hadn’t used protection, and she couldn’t just erase that
fact.

She
turned and faced the door, about to exit when it opened and a doctor walked in
wearing dark blue scrubs. “Miss Port.”

Lena
moved past the doctor muttering, “I’m sorry I can’t do this.” She left that
clinic, left that guilt and horror behind, and once in her car she started
crying. She couldn’t do this, couldn’t handle the knowledge that she would have
killed her baby. She hadn’t even told Rory yet, and he deserved to know.

She
didn’t need to do this alone, and although this would totally ruin her chances
of finishing college, because it would be hard, especially at first, for her to
take care of a baby and go to classes, she couldn’t get an abortion. She also
couldn’t give the baby up for adoption, not after carrying it for nine months.
But being pregnant didn’t mean she couldn’t go to school. It just meant she’d
have to work harder.

Closing
her eyes and resting her head back on the seat, she breathed out. She’d call
Rory tonight, tell him everything, and together they’d figure out what they
were going to do.

****

Rory
hadn’t meant to drink so much, but after work and when he’d gotten cleaned up
and ate, he’d headed to the house of one of the local guys that was working on
the job with them. The living room was packed with a lot of the guys from the
jobsite, but there were also a lot of women, ones that were wearing “fuck me”
clothes, hanging off the guys’ arms, and screaming, “I’m easy and ready.”

He
was drunk, and right now crawling into bed at that rat motel sounded like
heaven. But he also couldn’t deny that it felt good not to worry about anything
right now except what was the next drink he’d have.

He’d
been working his ass off at the jobsite, and he missed the hell out of Lena.

He
pushed past people and headed into the kitchen. He grabbed a beer out of the
fridge and tossed his empty bottle into the trash.

“Hey
there.” One of the girls came up, her blonde hair clearly not natural because
of the black roots, and her shirt covering her chest, but tight as fuck. She
was also wearing these pants that looked like they should be worn
under
another piece of clothing, or
maybe something she’d wear when she went to bed. The bleached blonde leaned
against the counter beside him, looked up with this smile he assumed was trying
to look seductive, and moved an inch closer.

“Not
interested,” he said before she could say or try anything. But clearly she
didn’t care because she turned and faced him, pressed her tits to the side of
his arm, and he shrugged her off again.

His
cell vibrated in his pocket, and he knew who it was before he even saw the
screen. He missed Lena so fucking much, thought about her constantly, but he
didn’t think talking to her right now was probably the best idea. He put his
cell back in his pocket, took a swig from his beer, and felt the room spin.
He’d had a few shots, several beers, and was already trashed. He should stop
right now, hitch a ride with someone that was heading out, or just call a cab.

He
moved away from the blonde with the big tits, headed up the stairs to the
bathroom, but when he tried the knob, heard the moans coming from inside, he
walked over and leaned against the hallway. There was a room right across from
him with the door open, the light off, and currently free of people fucking. He
could sit on the edge and wait until they got down screwing in the bathroom,
and then once they were done, and he’d taken his piss, he’d leave. He wanted to
go back to the motel and call Lena, hear her voice, because she always made
shit seem better. He was in a strange state, around people he’d only known for
a few months, and it was lonely, real damn lonely.

He
made his way into the bedroom, stumbling, and having to reach out and hold onto
the wall to steady himself. He felt like he was getting drunker by the second.
Damn, he couldn’t even hold his alcohol anymore, but maybe that was a good
thing. After he was sitting on the bed he got his phone out and started texting
Lena. He’d let her know it was too noisy right now, but he’d call her when he
got back to his room. He just didn’t want to talk to her all fucked up like
this, because it did shame him, in a way.

Rory
stopped texting for a second and scrubbed a hand over his face. He needed to
focus, suck down major amounts of water, or maybe throw up and get some of this
alcohol out of his system. Opening his eyes and focusing on the cell again, he
finished his text.

Baby,
going to have to call you later. Too noisy here for me to hear you.

He
read the net a few times, making sure it made sense, and then he shoved his
cell in his front pocket and laid back. He’d just rest a minute until they were
done, then find someone to take his ass home. But as his eyes closed, the
heaviness slammed into him and he felt himself drift off. No, he couldn’t pass
out here, and not now. He needed to get back to his motel room.

The
sound of a woman giggling had him prying his eyes open and forcing himself to
sit back up. The blonde from downstairs with the too tight shirt was leaning
against the doorframe. She came inside, but Rory tried to stand, not about to
be trapped in here with her. But he was so drunk that when he went to stand the
room tipped and spun and he had to sit back down.

“Wow,
you’re really trashed,” she said in this singsong voice. She didn’t sound or
look drunk, and he knew that this situation could go very wrong really quickly.

“Yeah,
and when I said not interested I meant it.”

She
came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. His cell vibrated, and thinking it
was a text from Lena he grabbed it. But his hand and eye coordination was shot
from the drinking, and the fucking thing fell to the floor. The bitch grabbed
it before he could react, had the thing answered and started talking.

“Hello?”
she said in a soft, very erotic voice, one that pissed him the hell off.

“Give
me my fucking phone,” Rory slurred out, his head pounding, the room spinning.
He hadn’t drunk this much in months, and it clearly wasn’t sitting well with
him.

“Who
is this?” the blonde bitch said.

He
went to snatch the phone, feeling his anger rise, but she darted off the bed,
her grin wide, and one he wanted to smack off, if he wasn’t a good guy and
didn’t fuck with girls.

“Lena?”
the blonde bitch said. “Lena, he’s a little busy right now—”

“You
fucking cunt,” Rory said and grabbed the phone away, his anger overriding his
intoxication. “Get the hell out.”

The
blonde’s eyes widened, she opened her mouth to say something, but clearly
thought better, and turned to leave.

Rory
was breathing hard, his blood pumping through his veins, and the room still
slightly spinning. He put the phone to his ear, closed his eyes, and sat back
on the bed.

“Lena,
baby…” He didn’t even know what to say. “She’s some damn bitch that came into
the room I’m at, and was starting shit. Nothing happened.” He could hear her
breathing, but for several seconds she didn’t say anything. “Lena baby?”

“Are
you at a party? Drunk, too?”

He
exhaled and stared at the ceiling. “Yeah, a bunch of the guys from the jobsite
got together for the night.”

She
didn’t say anything after that.

“Baby,
nothing happened. You know that right, trust me?”

It
took her several seconds to answer. “Rory, I trust you, no matter what, but I
really needed to talk to you tonight, and I can tell you’re drunk.” She
exhaled. “Right now isn’t a good time for this kind of talk.”

She
sounded like she was crying, and that had him becoming a little more sober.

“Baby,
are you crying because of that fucking bitch?” She didn’t answer right away,
but he could hear her crying still. “Fuck, please don’t cry.” He hated that he
was so drunk, that he couldn’t be there for her.

“Listen,
I thought I could do this on the phone, thought we could talk, but I can’t
right now.” She sniffed. “Call me tomorrow when you’re sober, Rory. I love
you.” And then she hung up, and he was tempted to crush his phone. He shoved
his cell back in his pocket, rested his head in his hands, and cursed again.
Whatever she wanted to talk about, whatever was making her cry, he had a
feeling it didn’t have to do with this bullshit that just happened.