Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 11

The sound of a truck running made me stare outside, seeing it being opened up. A familiar shadow was getting off, making my brows furrow. My younger sister yelled something at the driver, which made me even more worried. Who was she even getting dropped off in the middle of the night!?

The stupid kid, what did she think she was doing?! I turned off the tap, seeing her stumbling in my direction. I quickly let go of everything and ran out the front door before I even knew that I was breathing in the heavy air of night that was around us as I kept running toward my obviously drunk baby sister.

“Mandy!” I yelled her name as she sat down, powerless on the ground. Then, without seeing if she was okay, the car jump-started and left only a cloud of dust behind, engulfing my younger sister, staring into the darkness.

"Oh, hey..." Mandy finally saw me; her eyes glanced over when I sat beside her, still in my underwear, to her scoff, not caring if we were both sitting on the dirt road. Mom was going to kill her if she found out that she had been getting drunk!

“Mandy! What in the world are you doing? Was that Toby's car?!” my eyes switched to the taillights in the distance, cleaning my teeth; if he had hurt her, I was going to kill him!

“Toby? No… no, that wasn't his car…” She didn't answer the question anymore, but I already saw her trying to swallow down the big lump in her throat, tears pushing their way forward in her eyes as she snorted loudly.

“But I thought you said you were dating him?!” I looked at her, confused. She finally looked up, hurting from nowhere from her knees where her head rested.

" I lied... I never dated him...." She whined when I stared at her, not knowing what to do; why would she lie about dating Toby Aldrin? It didn't make any sense!?

“I will never be able to show myself again after this…” Mandy wasn't far from crying, sniveling into her hands, and I still didn't get it. Still, my heart was broken by seeing my cheerful sister, who has always been straightforward and bubbly, crushed in rubble over some f*****g high school drama.

"f**k him." I said it seriously, making her look up at me, giving me a strange look to my grave; really, f**k, whatever guy had done this to her, she deserved better than being dumped in the middle of the night by some asshole.

"Amanda, whoever you been dating? That guy isn't worth it." I sighed, and she followed, almost smirking when I said her real name since Mom was the only one still using it. This made me sound even more like her, making her break out into a weird smile like she could hear it the same as me, and I hated myself for it.

"Save it.... you're dating Dylan Hopper... don't f*****g give me relationship advice...." Mandy snorted again like it was funny; when my eyes dilated from the horror, she knew? How!? I glared at her, giggling like she didn't care that she was caught snooping, her eyes still looking like she wanted to cry her heart out, but she wouldn't; she wasn't like me.

Mandy's hurt eyes turned toward my back, smiling, making me realize that Dylan had followed me, probably smoking out back; hearing the truck roaring, I thanked God that Mom probably was dead asleep to even notice what was going on since the awful dinner.

"... there he is...." She lost her anger. Seeing the tall, muscular guy with no shirt on made my heart beat too fast and my mind blank. Dylan.

"Hey, kiddo... how are you feeling?" Dylan was squatted down, his hands hanging casually as if he didn't care about my sister being drunk, but I did! If any of my parents knew this, she could forget that stupid sports car she had been praying about earlier!

"Just... great...." Mandy was dragging out every word, giving Dylan a smile and rolling her eyes like this wasn't a big deal, her getting dropped off by some d**k in the middle of the night this late!

"She's drunk." I stared at Mandy, accusing, and to my annoyance, Dylan returned the smile that Mandy was making, like me standing with my arms crossed and giving her a stern stare, which wasn't funny!

"Yeah, she sure is..." Dylan snickered, making Mandy giggle, and I gritted my teeth. What was going on here? I didn't care that I got jealous; he didn't smile at me like he knew all my secrets!

"Let's get you back inside, clean you up..." I watched Dylan pick Mandy up like she was nothing, her slender arms around his big neck, closing her eyes like she felt safe to my mixed emotions, I was happy that Dylan was here to help her sorry ass, but also, the gnawing feeling in my gut didn't get better from seeing her smile when he was holding her, taking secure steps back to the house.

I followed, wanting to help in some way and not just stare when my boyfriend was carrying my drunk sister into the bathroom downstairs, staring at them helplessly when Dylan turned, nodding at me to relax, but I couldn't! What if Mom heard us!?

"It's fine, Jen. I got this... she is going to throw up any minute...." Dylan smirked like it was funny, but it wasn't! Giving him a glare and another one to my sister would seem more like she was going to sleep for the rest of her life, batting her pretty blue eyes.

"No, I'm not..." Mandy murmured, turning her face out from Dylan's chest. I felt awful since he had tried to help us. I was insanely jealous when Mandy made a face that looked bad since she was whining about being sick.

I almost gagged over the vomit that was splattering all over my shirt when my stupid sister didn't even say anything and just barfed in my direction, running my pants downwards! f**k!

"Oh god!" I backed away, hating the smell already, when Dylan sighed like he knew that this would happen when I started to make a sound that was me dying over the fact that I had vomited over everything!

"Just go back up and wait for me, okay?" I nodded, not liking the idea of Dylan helping Mandy, who was still whining like a puppy in his arms.

"All right... just call me if you need me...." I made another face of disgust when I saw my cute sister mumbling something. Dylan froze before giving me a look at my worried, big eyes, which made me feel better. He was just being nice, and Mandy was his student; he came here for me and not for her.

"Oh, I'm going to need you, babe..." Dylan chuckled, giving me another stare that made my cheeks heat up; no matter how angry I was at Mandy being in his arms still, passed out, I smiled stupid back, loving that he made me feel like this; I needed him just as much.

I sighed, closing my eyes in the shower, happy over washing out the vomit from my hair, the stench almost killing me when I was soaping up for the third time, hearing the bathroom door open.

"Dylan?" I still had soap around my face, not wanting to open my eyes before rinsing, hearing the small chuckle before almost getting a heart attack, feeling the big hands caressing my shoulders and a firm body pushing against mine, still trying to catch my breath from having a minor heart attack!

"Yes... it's me, f**k, look at you... so beautiful...." I gulped, hearing his deeper voice; he wanted to f**k me, his big d**k pushing up against my butt since I hadn't moved with him entering the shower with me.

I wanted to turn around when he stopped me, hands still on my shoulders and kissing my neck gently to my shivers, the water still clinging to my skin when Dylan's hands moved down, arching back against his d**k with his deep grunt in my ear, pushing inside his whole length between my thighs, shuddering from hard it was throbbing against my core.

"Dylan...." I was begging him, not caring that it made me sound desperate, but I was, moaning against his hands that were squeezing my boobs, tugging lightly at my n*****s; I closed my eyes, parting my legs when he wasn't moving, his d**k still pulsing against my p***y.

"Look at yourself, babe; look how f*****g beautiful you are with my d**k inside of you." I moaned, my hands on the glass where Dylan had put them, trying to breathe in the steamy shower; his d**k pushed in all the way inside my p***y, squeezing him tight, leaving me pressed up against the glass, whimpering from how good this felt!

My eyes fluttered several times before meeting his determined over the foggy mirror, pushing me against the glass, making me even turned on seeing the muscular man with a grin that was holding my shoulders again, looking like he couldn't wait to start hammering me against it, no matter what he had told me walking inside this house!

"Were f*****g perfect, you can see it too, can't you, babe?" Dylan kissed my ear, rewarding him with a chill going down my spine and p***y to his moan, kissing my neck more, pushing the dark hair forward, leaning my head back against his muscular chest, still staring at us in the mirror.

He was right; we matched perfectly, like day and night, two parts snapped together.

"Yes... yes...." I couldn't say more, Dylan's hips sinking deeper against my butt, leaning over, my breath getting uneven from the hard thrust. The pain made me feel alive, and I didn't care that my arm was hurting when he did it again; I f*****g loved everything!

I was holding my breath, too scared to wake Mom or Mandy, when he picked up the pace. My body was twisting, my hands still placed on the glass, with Dylan's hands on my shoulders, holding me from falling down when small moans were escaping. I shuddered hard when my core made me gasp for air, letting a soft cry out when I was still staring at the mirror. I loved him already, and there was no way to tell him.

Dylan followed, grunting inside my neck, giving me a deep kiss when I tilted my head back, still not sure how I was supposed to move, my hips still wide apart and panting, same as him in still running shower.

He had pulled me away from the glass and turned me around when I smiled back at his big grin, hands around my face, and tired but happy eyes. I didn't know you could feel this good before I met him.

"Hey, are you alright?" I nodded, still mute from my body trembling. My mind was still blown. I gave him a smile that made him lose the slightest, pulling me closer, stroking my hair without saying anything, feeling better; he wasn't as bad as people told me, far from it. He just had issues, the same as me.

"You know... I came here for you, not her..." I nodded again. It was nice to hear that he didn't come over just to save my stupid sister but for me, that he wanted me and not anyone else.

"...and I don't care what your mom says if she doesn't like me..." I lost my sad smile seeing his. When I looked back at his handsome face, he really was something, wasn't he? Dylan Hopper.

"I don't care either..." I wanted him to know that when he was around, I felt better, and I didn't care if nobody got that part except me and him, even if we didn't know each other, more than rumors.

Dylan's smile grew, and his diamond eyes lit up when I did. I kissed him softly, loving every second inside his arms. If there was a heaven, I imagined it would be like this.

"You are driving me f*****g crazy, you know that right Jen?" I smiled more, hearing his soft voice caressing my face with the rough hands; I knew I did, but that didn't matter; nothing mattered but him.

I snickered when we walked out, just rinsing off and walking out into the hallway, Dylan following my lead, my hand in his. I got back into the bed, rolling into his arms, feeling my hair stroked, smiling, loving that he was here; that was all I wanted.