Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) (43 page)

She frowns—not in anger, but almost in sorrow. I feel a small amount of sympathy for her—until I don't. Her eyes don't come off my belly, so I finally decide to break the awkward silence.

"How are you? You look great!" I say.

I'm not really lying. She does look great. She's wearing a pair of very short shorts and a fitted tank top, both of which highlight her very toned and voluptuous body. Of course, this makes me suddenly feel enormous and very self-conscious. Great. I somehow went from the gloating new girlfriend carrying her ex's baby to the fat chick who can't fit in short shorts anymore.

Molly finally looks up at me, meeting my eyes and giving me a fake smile. "Oh. I'm good. I'm here with some friends. I used to...well... I used to come to this every year so...yeah." Her voice fades. "How far along are you?"

"Five and a half months." I can feel my self-conscious streak rearing its ugly head once more.

"Wow. That's amazing, Olivia. I'm really happy for you. You and...Owen." She looks vaguely sincere.

I need to take the high road, be nice, and get going. I wonder to myself if Owen would take the high road if the tables were turned and this were Jay. I can say with absolute certainty that the answer to that would be no. Although that knowledge shouldn’t make me behave any differently.

"Thanks, Molly. That's nice of you. We're really happy." I give her another forced smile. "Unfortunately, I have to get going. I told Owen I'd meet him and I'm already a little late. He'll be worried." I'm lying to get away from her, although it's kind of a truth. I'm, like, four minutes late.

"Oh okay. Well, say hi and congratulations to Owen for me. And congrats to you too, Olivia. You two are going to make amazing parents." The sadness in her eyes isn't lost on me, and that tinge of feeling sorry for her comes back, but it’s fleeting.

After we nod to each other, I come back around the side of the tent. As I approach, I see Owen talking to a very underdressed young woman. She looks to be in maybe her later twenties. She is bent forward, clearly making an effort to push her tits together in a ‘hey, look at my tits’ move. Owen is leaning on one hand against the table, chatting with her, and laughing. He is pointing at the sign behind his head with the list of foods available. I stand in the corner, waiting for him to notice me.

"Mmmm. Fried dough sounds so good, but I totally don't need it. I'll look fat!" she says with an annoying, high-pitched voice.

Owen smiles at her. "You're not fat. Go ahead and have one. Really, they're super good. My girlfriend loves fried dough and she's perfect, so you should be fine. Go for it!"

Her face falls, but mine lights up. Goddammit, I love this man. My jealousy can still sometimes take a hit, but lately, it's always unfounded. I decide to take this opportunity to let him know that I'm here.

"Anyone around here know where I can get a fried dough? This baby isn't going to feed itself!"

Owen spins around, an enormous smile on his face. He looks like he just won the jackpot. My heart jumps into my throat as I smile back. My man is so hot today. He's tan, and his hair is a little lighter and a little shaggier. He's wearing cargo shorts and a tight FDNY T-shirt. Tight not because it doesn't fit him, but because he's so damn cut that everything is tight on him in the best way possible.

He strides toward me, the girl with the tits long forgotten. Saul steps in, giving us an approving grin before taking her order. Owen reaches me and wraps his arms around me, his hands under my ass, lifting me to him, kisses me hard, then abruptly puts me down.

His impromptu Dirty Dancing move has caused my dress to hike up, likely baring the bottom of my ass to anyone that was behind me. As he wraps his arms around my waist, he seems to notice this and pulls back slightly to look down at me, his hands still firmly around my middle.

"I'm a little worried about this dress you're wearing. Could you have worn something shorter? Jesus, Liv. There are horny firemen all over the place here. Forget the horny cops, teenagers, scumbags—"

I put a finger over his lips to shut him up. "I'm five months pregnant, Owen. I scream ‘big belly’ or ‘taken’ or ‘knocked up.’ I'm not exactly a prime catch right now."

Owen grabs me and leans in, giving me a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth. I immediately go damp. When he pulls away, we are both breathless.

"You are gorgeous and sexy, and if we weren't in public, I'd fuck you right here on the table next to the cash register."

I can't help but laugh. "You're ridiculous."

Owen drops to his knees and kisses my belly. "Little Owen, would you please tell your mother how beautiful she is? She just doesn't believe me. Maybe she'll listen to you." He places his ear against my stomach. I giggle and run my hands through his hair. "Mmhmm. Yup, that's what I thought. Thanks, little man." Standing he pulls me to him again. "See? Little Owen agrees. He said his mother is gorgeous. Oh, and he said that what makes her even more beautiful is that she's carrying my son." Leaning forward, he kisses my neck in just the right spot. Christ, he's going to make me combust in public. "And that's the most beautiful thing of all." Owen whispers this into my neck before giving me another wet kiss just below my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

Wow.

He pulls back and takes my hand. "I can take a break now. There's one of those haunted house things over there. I hear it's scary. Wanna go? It'll give me a chance to be all manly and protect my girl."

"Sure. Let’s go." I say with a grin.

Owen shouts to Saul that we're taking a break and going to walk around a bit. Saul yells a hello to me and nods to Owen, indicating that he's good. Owen drapes his arm over my shoulder possessively, and we walk through the crowds. We stop at little booths along the way, and Owen sees a cute, little T-shirt that reads "Brooklyn Baby," which he purchases immediately.

We get to the haunted castle and Owen pays our fee to get in. Taking my hand, we make our way into the house only to be immediately greeted by a phantom and a skeleton, for whom we appropriately scream as they jump out from different holes in the wall. We both laugh hysterically as we jump every time something scary comes along. As we continue to move through the house, we get to a long hallway that is dark, lit only by black lights. About halfway down the hallway, Owen puts his hand against the wall and I see him open a door.

"Come on," he says with a lascivious grin.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, nervous.

He pulls me into the small space. It looks like a storage space for the props, now only inhabited by a couple of broken skeletons and light fixtures. The room is dark with the exception of a sliver of light that I assume comes from outside, under a door opposite the one we entered. There must be an opening to the back of the haunted house.

"Owen, what are you doing?" I question.

He turns and guides me up against the wall. "My friend runs this house and he told me there were some hidden rooms around here. I thought we could...you know...check them out." He grins his sexy grin and bends forward, licking up my neck and taking my earlobe between his teeth, giving it a nip before sucking it.

I make an audible sigh at the contact and become wet instantly. My hands run up his arms and around his neck as he straightens and starts to kiss me.

"I'm feeling like I need to show you how sexy I think you are. You game?" He whispers this against my mouth as his tongue continues to seek mine, brushing through my mouth, over my lips, and back in again.

"Yes," I breathe out.

Before I know it, he's hiking the skirt of my dress around my waist and then unbuttoning his shorts, pulling down the zipper, and pushing them, along with his boxer briefs, down his slim hips to his thighs. He slides his hands down my back, under my ass, and to the underside of my thighs, suddenly lifting me up so my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Then he props me up against the wall.

"As much as I want to rip your panties off, your dress is too damn short," he complains.

I reach between us to grab his cock, which is so hard that I imagine it's almost painful for him. He hisses a breath out between his teeth as I fist him, confirming my thought. I drop my hand to move my thong to the side, and he grips himself by the base, rubbing the head of his cock against my opening to coat it with my wetness before slowly sliding in. I let out a low groan as he enters me to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

"Baby... So wet for me... You kill me." He moans into my neck and starts to lick it again, sending shivers up and down my spine.

He slowly pulls out and then pushes back in. He's moving so deliberately, and it's driving me crazy. I'm both worried about someone finding us and desperate for him to fuck me harder.

"Faster, Owen..." I whisper into the dark.

He adjusts his grip on my ass, where he is now holding me steady against the wall.

"Faster?" he asks, continuing to kiss and lick up my neck. He finds my mouth and whispers into it, "I can do faster..."

With that, he grips my ass harder and starts to pump into me. It's not a punishing rhythm as we do at home, but it’s fast paced, controlled. I'm already starting to climb, having been close to orgasm before he even touched me.

"Like that! Oh, like that, Owen."

"You're close...aren't you, baby? So close... I'm close... Too quick... Can't help it."

I'm sure there is some part of his mind that feels inadequate at coming so fast, but this is so hot that it's almost impossible not to.

"Yes. Now. Oh God. I'm going to come! It's coming! Oh God!" I groan this into his shoulder, trying to not be too loud.

He grunts and pushes into me with three hard thrusts. I burst, my orgasm tearing through me as I bite his shoulder to stifle my screams.

"Mmmm ughhh shitttt," he grunts into my neck as he comes copiously inside me. He collapses against me then quickly pulls away, panting. "Baby...can't...squeeze...baby." He slowly lets my feet down until they touch the floor.

My legs are like jelly from the combination of the orgasm and having been held in that position for so long. Owen tucks himself back in before he zips and buttons his shorts up. I adjust my thong and pull my skirt down. My eyes having adjusted in the light, I can see him grinning. Owen reaches into his pocket and produces a handful of what looks like napkins from the food stand. He reaches under my skirt, pushes my thong aside, and gently wipes me clean before tossing the used napkins into a trash barrel behind him.

I gawk at him. "Did you bring those knowing you were going to fuck me?" I ask, a mixture of amusement and shock on my face.

He gives me a sheepish grin. "Maybe."

I shake my head but can't stop the smile on my lips. "You are something else. You know that?"

He grins and leans down, kissing me softly on the lips. Before he pulls away, he says, "Hmmm, so are you, baby. So are you." Then he straightens and takes my hand, leading me out of our secret hiding place and back into the hallway to finish our tour of the haunted house.

As we walk back to the stand, Owen tenses. He has his arm around my shoulders again and pulls me tighter to him unexpectedly, pulling me off balance.

“Hey, babe!” I yelp as I almost fall over. “Give a break to the woman with the unbalanced torso.”

Owen looks down at me, contrite and apologetic. “Shit. Sorry, baby. I, um... I…”

I follow his line of sight and see Molly standing over at a jewelry stall with some girlfriends. She is staring at us, her face looking grim with her eyes pulled together and a forced smile on her face

“Oh. Yeah. I know Molly is here.”

“What?” Owen comes to a full stop in front of me, now effectively blocking my view of her. “What do you mean you know she’s here?”

“Was that not in English? She said hi to me before I got to your tent. No worries. It was cordial. Actually, I felt a little sorry for her. When she saw I was pregnant, she clearly was surprised and it seemed a little sad.”

Owen turns to look at Molly, who I can see in the periphery of my vision. She is still staring at us.

“She wanted us to get pregnant. I told her no. I didn’t want kids.” Owen turns back to look at me, realizing what he just said. His eyebrows are drawn together, sad looking and on the verge of saying something. I’d be lying if I said that I am not getting nervous. “Liv, I learned a lot when Molly left me. I don’t think I ever really loved her. At least not how I know now I can love someone.”

I gasp at his words. Not only do they surprise me, but I’m shocked to hear them here in the middle of the carnival. It’s not exactly the right place to spill your guts.

“When she said she wanted to have a baby, it was an absolutely unconscious decision to say no. I didn’t even think about it. When I found out you were pregnant, surprised as I was, there was more of me that immediately wanted this baby than there was that didn’t. That scared the shit out of me because I know, although you didn’t, how meaningful that actually was.”

I start to tear up. How could I not? My hormones are already crazy, I just had a mind-blowing orgasm in the prop room of a haunted house, and my boyfriend is baring his soul to me next to a stand that sells the world’s largest smoked turkey legs.

“She is probably hurting a lot about seeing you pregnant. And you can’t imagine how much more I love you, knowing that you were cordial to her.”

Owen places his hand over my stomach, rubbing in circles, his other hand grasping the back of my neck and urging me forward into a kiss that is slightly less appropriate than acceptable at a family fair. When he pulls away, he continues to stroke my belly, and I take his head in my hands.

“You have no idea how amazing it is to hear that, although it only amplifies the fact that I feel bad for her.”

“Don’t feel bad. I dumped her ass for a reason, remember?” Owen laughs.

He puts his arm back around my shoulders and looks back at Molly, giving her what is really a genuine smile and a head nod. She smiles back and gives him a nod as well, the international symbol for ‘hello’ from afar.