The Billionaire's Reluctant Pregnant Bride: A BWWM Romance (19 page)

I’m the one who has to reach out to him to keep him from falling over. “You’re ridiculous. You can’t admit how much you want me.”

“I don’t want you!” I growl, about to push him away when he kisses me again.

Again, it’s soft. Again, it’s gentle. Again, it incites a darker passion within me that he refuses to indulge. These sweet kisses are dangerous because they make me want so much more.

He steps away from me with freakishly dilated pupils. “I want you,” he tells me.

I tell myself that this is stupid. We were both eighteen, but the differences between our abilities had never been clearer. Sure, I could school Preston at just about any subject, but he had me here, and he had me in a way that made me tremble with need and, for the first time in my life, doubt myself.

I should leave.

I should definitely leave.

And as I left, I shouldn’t look back. Not even once.

“You’re worried,” he says.

Worried was an understatement. “This is kind of moving too fast, and at the wrong time, and I can’t even tell how serious you are.”

He wobbles towards me. “I am so serious right now. I want to fuck you so bad—”

“God,” I say, completely disgusted with his lack of tact…and even more disgusted with my body’s response to it.

“I’ll show you how serious I am,” he says, taking my hand and placing it at the crotch of his pants.

I go still.

“Feel that?” he whispers.

HOLY SHIT! How could I
not
feel that? What the hell did he have in there, a broomstick?

“It’s like this because I want you so much.”

“I think it’s like that because you have a freakishly big dick.”

He laughs.

Alright, not the response I was expecting!

“Tachell,” he whispers, suddenly sobering. “I love you.”

“What?” I screech.

“I’ve always loved you,” he whispers, grabbing my head and pushing his forehead against mine.

Now is my chance.

Push him away.

Tell him he’s mean for playing such a cruel joke on you.

He doesn’t love you. He can’t love you. He hates you and you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life if you stay.

But I don’t listen to reason. Instead, I listen to my heart…and it’s beating like it loves him too.

Chapter 23

Tachell – Memory Continued

“Not here, he whispers.

Not here?
It sounds like something is about to happen. Something big. And every part of me buzzes with excitement and a giddy sort of fear—the kind you might feel while inching up a roller coaster before the first big drop. And his hand is the only thing I have to hold onto before we both fall, so I grab it.

His expression intensifies, and then we take off.

We race past the rhododendron bushes, careful not to step on marigolds. More lights sparkle around us, and the distant noises of the party fade off into the night. Soon, it’s only us, our breath, our beating hearts. The sound of the old doorknob as he pushes it in. The sound of the old door to the pool house scraping the tile floor. He doesn’t turn on the light. His hands move to me immediately, grabbing my shirt, yanking it over my head.

I inhale sharply.

He kisses my neck, moving slower, his hands slipping beneath my bra over my oh so sensitive skin. The fountains ripple outside. My fingernails dig into my arms.

“Don’t be nervous.”

Easy for him to say. It wasn’t his first time.

“I—I haven’t done this before,” I admit.

He stops.

“Not with Everett?” he asks slowly.

“No.” I gulp. “We aren’t even going out anymore. He broke up with me because I wouldn’t put out.”

Preston pulls me in close. “Good girl.”

What the hell?
“I don’t see what’s so good about it. I mean, look at what I’m doing now. And you’ve given me even less than Everett.”

He leans lower, his eyes becoming pensive. Even in the dark, I can read their expression clearly. “I love you.”

Oh God. It’s a good thing I’m sitting, because I am not prepared for this. Sure, he’s said it a few times now, but each time I hear it I feel like I’m gonna explode. I turn my head to the side, cheeks suddenly hot, suddenly aware of my state of undress. My emotions as messy as the clothing discarded on the floor. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“What?”

“Don’t—don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it.”

He takes my face in his hands again, and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling very young.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Tachell…”

“There’s no need to.”

“Please.”

Well, it’s hard to say no when he’s begging, when his voice is so soft and sweet. I blink, and his perfect face comes back into view.

“I love you,” he says. “I’ve always loved you.”

No.

“I didn’t know how to say it. I’m so sorry. You deserve…better but…I really want you.”

I can tell. That part of him is aching between us, twitching, and I truly do believe he’s in physical pain.

“Okay,” I whisper.

His hands seem almost uncertain as they grip my legs, pushing them apart softly. The tip of him slides between me, a bit of precum.

Oh God.

This was happening. With Preston. His shirt is open, exposing his sculpted chest. His pants unzipped. And I’m naked, completely naked, and he’s looking down at me like I’m some sort of fairy creature that will disappear at any moment.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispers, bringing his hand down to caress my cheek. “I’ve thought of this for so long…”

“Don’t think about it any longer.”
Don’t let me think about it any longer
. I don’t want to break the strange spell that’s fallen over us. Me, hearing everything I’ve ever wanted to hear from Preston. All the beautiful things I’ve wanted him to say that I know he would never say. Maybe they are just beautiful lies, but tonight, they are my beautiful lies.

I tremble, for a moment, telling myself that I’m weak. That I shouldn’t give in this easily, so easily, to him. That this is some sort of cruel game.

Then, his mouth comes down over mine, and I’m lost again in that sweet darkness of uncontrollable desire.

He pushes my legs back, grip tightening on my knees. My core clenches as the tip of him pushes in.

“Aaahh!” I cry out as he opens me.

“Tachell,” he whispers in my ear, not moving, allowing me to adjust to his size and the sudden pain.

For a few moments he just holds me, and I hold him back, my pussy pulling on him and his low, pleasured breaths coming in my ear. I wrap my legs around his back, and he moans.

“Okay,” I tell him.

His hands shake. “Tachell…”

“I’m okay. Now.” I pull back just enough so I can feel his eyes. “I want to.”

His expression is so serious suddenly. Concentrating on nothing but me. He moves slowly, elegantly, and that night is everything I could have imagined it to be. Everything I have ever dreamed of. Perfection. Everything I wanted.

I allow all the feelings to come out for this boy.

This boy who teased me about my hair, about the way I looked, about the way I could play sports like a boy.

This boy who I caught glancing at me with a look of respect when he thought I wasn’t looking. This boy who stood up for me when I wasn’t watching. This boy who could never tell me how he truly felt until now.

And how he felt was everything I could have dreamed of and more.

So much more.

We finish together, breathless, inexperienced maybe, but only in the feelings that consume us both, because we move naturally, our bodies already in tune to pleasing the other, taking so much joy in giving joy to the other.

And he kisses me again, rolling to the side, holding me against his chest. So warm, his heartbeat slowing. I curl into him and he hugs me tighter.

And he says it again. Those three little words I never thought would mean so much, especially coming from him.

“I love you.”

I wake up cold.

I frown, stretch, reaching for the other side of the bed.

It’s empty.

That’s strange. Did he leave…? Why would he leave? I get up, put on my clothes. Well, I didn’t expect my first morning after losing it to be like this, that’s for sure. But Preston is probably off doing something important. Normally, I would just go home, but I’m hungry and I know they have chefs out doing breakfast so I see no reason not to go back to the main house.

I cross the lawn. I don’t look any different. I indulge a bit in the mirror.

“Preston loves you,” I whisper to my reflection.

Dark skin, dark eyes, dark hair. The exact opposite of his type, which is pretty clearly blonde and blue eyed and fair skinned, though he will occasionally go with someone with a tan.

I can’t help but smile.

He said he always loved me.

It seems…too good to be true. I still can’t help but feel like I’m being played, but even if it was just a one time thing, I’m glad it was him like this. Even if we don’t end up together forever. I mean, I know that it’s very rare for high school relationships to work. We haven’t even gotten to college yet, and we’re going to different schools.

But maybe this summer…

Andy there would be Reggie. I wonder what he’d think if he knew his best friend was nailing his twin.

Oh man. That was gonna get real awkward real fast.

But Preston could take it, and I could take it. I was willing to fight for this, for him. Because I believed. And maybe that was stupid and not something that I should believe in, but I couldn’t help it. It meant something to
me
.

I walk across the lawn, my flip flops swinging from the pointer finger and middle finger on my right hand. My left hand shades my face, taking a good look at the view. Such a beautiful property. It was crazy that one person lived here. That Preston lived here.

I didn’t come over that much. Maybe a few times as a kid when I was playing with Reggie, but as I got older I avoided it like the plague.

Still, I know my way around. I head for one of the side doors around the back of the house. It’s where I enter.

When I get inside, I hear something.

God.

The woman starts screaming, and then there’s the distinct sound of an ass slap. “Shut up. Someone will hear you,” another feminine voice says.

There were two girls in there? Wow. Some people really did love to go at it. Everyone thought the girls at our school were all prim and proper because they had money, and they were—but they also knew how to indulge and they had such high status that it wasn’t like anyone could go after them. Not like a girl like me. Everyone was constantly looking down at me, and any indiscretion was seen as a blight against my family. Double standards were so ridiculous.

“Oh God,” she whimpers. Now the other girl is crying too.

I shake my head and walk past, but then I hear something. “Oh Preston.”

Another ass slap.

“Preston!”

I freeze. Every hair stands on end.

Walk away.

I can’t breathe. There’s an ice cold fist gripping my heart through my rib cage.

I turn towards the closed door.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

But I step towards it. My heart hammering faster and faster with each step, so loud I can’t hear the cries of the women inside.

I open the door.

No.

My trembling hand falls to my side. I’m too shocked to make sense of the images before me. All I can do is feel. It’s like my lungs are collapsing, my throat is constricting and—yes, I realize how cliche it sounds—my heart is breaking.

They always make a broken heart sound like something trivial, but it isn’t. It’s like every single cell was frozen by black ice and then slammed into the ground,and shattered into a thousand pieces.

Preston is currently sliding his dick out of one girl and sliding it into the next girl.

I am sick. I want to throw up everywhere. I want to wash out my mind. I want to take back the past twelve hours. They didn’t happen—this couldn’t be happening.

He looks up at me mid thrust, suddenly aware that I’m in the room.

The woman beneath him wiggles her ass. “Come on, Pressy.”

Pressy? What the hell kind of nickname was that? Is this the kind of person he decided to leave me for?

Perfect on the outside. Lightly tanned skin. Brilliant blue eyes like the pool outside. Bleached blonde straight hair that she doesn’t have to straighten each morning.

He has the decency to look embarrassed, at least, for all of two seconds before that characteristic smirk is back. “Hey Tachell. See something you like?”

I inch towards the back of the door.

His eyes darken. “You’re welcome to join, if you want.”

He slaps the ass of the other girl he just pulled out of and she laughs.

I can’t deal with this.

I turn, slamming the door shut behind me.

Breathe.

My throat’s too tight. My stomach is knitting my intestines into knots. Everything hurts. Everything. My throbbing head.