Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 7

I woke up, my body still hurting from last night, doing small whines, moving my hips around, and my arm wasn't giving me any less pain when I whimpered loudly, getting myself into a sitting position, not knowing how the hell I was naked inside Dylan Hopper's bed, but there it was. It had been so good, like I couldn't wait for next time, not caring if that made me act like a w***e; he was mine.

The shower was running, and I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I needed one, badly seeing my thighs had layers of old c*m dried up. I was probably smelling like a dead fish from how much I had been sweating last night in the summer heat.

The scent of cologne and steam made me look up and see the same guy holding me against himself last night while walking out. A towel was loose around his muscular hips, and a toothbrush was inside his mouth, giving me a wink that made me blush from nowhere.

Was he flirting with me!? I smiled stupidly back, not moving, seeing Dylan dropping the towel, not caring that I was staring at his hard butt, trying not to let the sound of me wanting him to escape my mouth, holding myself harder with my arms; OMG, he was so f*****g hot!

"Okay... you want to have another round or just drive you back home?" He had walked back into the small bathroom, wiping his mouth when the feeling of whatever we had just left me; what did he just say to me? Go back where!?

"Jennifer?" Dylan had been combing his hair, giving me a frown when I still hadn't answered, seeing his annoyed face when I was staring into the sheets, my fingers digging into the mattress, so he was kicking me out after he had f****d me. Was that it? I blinked, hating myself for following him to that stupid bar, getting drunk, and letting him f**k me twice!

"I don't want to go back home, don't you get that?" I didn't sound angry, sighing and leaning back my head. I wanted to close my eyes, forgetting what awaited me back at the homestead. My mom would have called the police by now; it was a miracle that they hadn't been busting down the door, considering how loud we had been that night.

"yeah, I kind of got that, but you can't stay here, I got work and..." I started to cry when he was still facing the small mirror, having his head turned, watching me burst into tears from nowhere; I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true; Dylan didn't want me! He just wanted to f**k me, and now when he was done, he was going to get rid of me, ghost me, and act like I didn't exist, just like when we were teens!

"Oh, for god sake..." He was annoyed, putting the comb down and walking back towards me, still in his boxers. He pulled me close into his arms without saying a word, taking tiny breaths of air between the loud crying. I was a mess and didn't want to leave him. Not even this crappy place was scaring me off, or the fact that he was Perryville's most notorious bachelor!

"Jen, stop crying. It's going to be fine." I didn't believe him, burrowing myself closer, his strong arms protecting me from the world. I just belonged there, and he knew that. How could he send me away after telling me I was his girl!?

I didn't want another conversation about how I felt about going home, that it was killing me. Everyone in this town knew my parents; they knew me. Still, since I couldn't stand in a room full of people without getting anxious, I wasn't really the social flower they had hoped for, unlike Mandy; she was the one that people around here loved, and even Dylan had affection for her to my jealousy. Maybe he did want her after all?

"I won't be like this forever..." I raised my eyes, still sniveling, seeing Dylan's serious ones on me, still holding me when I didn't understand him, making a smile like he could see that I was lost and stupid, a stray he just happened to pick up. I felt more like a wounded animal waiting to be put down than anything else. I just didn't want to leave him. Was that so hard to understand?

"What?" I hated myself for asking with Dylan's eyes in the distance, like he wasn't inside this room with me anymore, if only for a second, before clearing his throat and kissing me fast. I loved that he did that, letting me go and dusting off a pair of blue jeans he had lying around on the floor.

"Nothing.... just forget it... you wanna grab tacos on the way?" I didn't answer that, seeing him get dressed, giving me a bright smile against my gloomy face, knowing he was making me go back home, no matter what I was saying.

"Yeah, no... It's not like my mom won't make me eat when I get back anyway..."

I looked at the ugly hospital clothes again. It couldn't be helped; it would be easier to explain the accident than why I was dressed as slut; Mom would die and send me off to a monastery, and Dad would kill me!

"I just don't know what to tell them.... about you and..." I stopped, pulling the covers around my body like I needed a shield against the hard, piercing eyes suddenly getting hard from the moment I started to talk about my parents.

I still had no idea how I was going to explain; being lost for two days, having no phone, and being taken home by no other than Dylan Hopper, it wouldn't be that hard to find out what I had been doing and I know that I was twenty, but I was so dead.

“Tell the truth.” Dylan's voice made me snap back; he was fully dressed now, wearing a t-shirt with some stupid pattern on, showing off the solid shoulders and V-shaped back I was staring at, still not believing he was real sometimes.

“Listen, Dylan ...” I took the plunge to lecture him on how my parents were when he turned around, majestic as a god, and shrugged.

“Or you come up with a lie, and then we can go our separate ways. You can marry a boring f*****g accountant or lawyer and make your parents proud...”

I stared at him in disbelief. Did he just issue an ultimatum at me?! I clenched my fists, making my arm hurt, wanting to cry again because he had just said that, and it hadn't even started, whatever was going on between us!

“What, are you a better option?!” He staggered at my answer, just as I had expected. Until his confident eyes looked straight into mine through the mirror he was using, combing his hair again. He got a smile that was as dangerous as it was charming.

“Why not? You can become Mrs. Hopper this afternoon?” I sat down on the bed again and stared, speechless. Was he joking?! I frantically searched for clues determining how serious he was with me when he turned back from the mirror, giving me a big grin.

“Relax, Jen, I might be crazy enough to let in the only girl who has messed my wheels up on purpose, but marriage will probably have to wait.” He winked again with both eyes and looked like the real heartbreaker I knew he was.

Oh, thank God.

I exhaled when Dylan was still chuckling at my stunned face. Wait, what? Did he want to marry me, or was I crazy for making it sound like he did?!

I didn't know if I was happy or scared, both. I knew better than to call him out after that scene by the mirror; you pushed Dylan, and he pushed back.

“You're a d**k!” I laughed and threw another pillow. He ducked before throwing himself at me without warning, making me scream with laughter before he pushed himself up on his elbows, touching my nose with his own tenderly.

“I know...” His smile was wider, and my knee became jelly even when I lay under him. I enjoyed his weight over me and the familiar scent I had come to love in such a short time.

“You're so f*****g sexy, Jennifer...” He said the words with an almost holy feeling. I wanted to laugh away his serious comment but only said a short thank you. No one had ever called me sexy, with or without clothes.

“I mean it. you in that tight red dress; every guy was pushing to get to you, and you are all mine....” He beamed wider when I blushed hard. I had never felt good-looking, sexy, and, above all, feminine. Dylan seemed to be the only guy so far who had the power to make me feel like that, and I loved every minute of it.

He cleared his throat, got up from the bed, and went against his shirt that he should have put on ten minutes ago.

“s**t, get going before my d**k gets hard again..." he turned around laughing when I understood from his underwear that if I didn't step into the shower soon, he would f**k me.

I laughed as he followed me, entering the small bathroom with a sigh, hating that he was right. I turned on the water, which was already hot, and I hoped it would last long enough to wash my hair.

I took one of Dylan's bottles, which smelled of strong mint. Still, I didn't mind. I smelled like him, and nothing made me happier. Looking at myself fast in the mirror, I was innocent yesterday; my face seemed more serious, and it felt like all childishness was gone in just one night.

The air was cooler inside the bedroom when I stepped out of the steamed bathroom. I was about to pick up the dirty hospital clothes when I saw a neatly ironed blouse in a light apricot and a pair of stone-washed jeans with a high waist. My eyes fluttered, surprised at the tidy pile in all the confusion; why had I not seen this when I snooped around yesterday?

Dylan wasn't around, so I put on the blouse and unbuttoned the last three buttons. I looked at myself in the small mirror, I looked pretty sexy with the tight jeans that hugged every curve, and the breasts filled the wide blouse more than enough.

I let go of my hair as it was, hanging straight as usual, when I turned around and started going to Dylan's living room. He was lacing his boots when I came out and suddenly looked up. His face had lost color, staring at me like a madman. I bit my bottom lip. I would wear hospital clothes anyway. I was just about to run in and change when he stopped me by grabbing my shoulder.

“f**k Jen. I knew they would look good on you, but your ass looks magical in those jeans!” I giggled at his flattery as he looked at me from head to toe several times. He looked proud; I shook my head at his stupidity and looked questioningly at his admiration.

“Do I really look that good?” I crossed my arms in a defensive position, and he nodded wide-eyed several times with wild eyes and turned away from the door.

“Yeah! I’m gonna stay here and f**k you until I starve to death....” He glanced towards the bedroom, coming at me with a grin when I made a smirk back; I would love that, giggling at his crazy ways when his firm, defined arms were around me, pulling harder against his rock-hard body.

This time together with him had been magical; no matter how stupid it sounded, all we did was scream and f**k, but... I don't know... it was something more.... and I knew he could feel it too, giving me another grin that made my heart flutter; I really liked him.

I dropped the weird feeling coming up, trying to take over, when he made a giant smile and saw my eyes against his; this time we had right now was perfect, and nobody could tell me differently.

We stepped down to the parking lot, still hand in hand. I noticed how people watched us, never wanting to leave him. I wanted our time together to be safe from the world's prying eyes, even if I knew that was wishful thinking.

“Ladies first.” He opened the passenger seat, making a weak smile back to him as I climbed just as un-gracefully, if not worse, this time. He was happy to put his hands on my ass and push me up, hearing that chuckle when I tried to shake off the sadness as he sat down on the other side and started the giant pickup truck.

We said nothing; he held my hand gently when he didn’t shift, and I looked straight ahead most of the way and enjoyed his touch, which was the only thing that kept me up.

My parents' homestead sickened me, and I put my head between my legs. He stopped without asking why and stroked me calmly on the back.

“Jennifer, calm down. You need to get back home, and I got to work..." I looked at his sad smile and forced myself to sit up again after sliding down the seat from my helplessness.

“I know... I know... it's just.... you're coming back for me, right?” I didn't allow myself to cry again, especially when my parents were home, and I didn't need more questions than I would have getting inside that old wooden door.

“Okay. now you listen, Jennifer Thompson!” Dylan sounded angry and determined, making me want to cry even more as I tried to blink away the threatening tears.

“Are you seriously thinking that if I just wanted to f**k you, wouldn't I have just gotten rid of you the moment after I did?" He was holding the steering wheel hard, looking like he was getting a headache from my insane mind, and I didn't blame him; I was so messed up.

He didn't wait for my answer and turned towards me, seeing his burning eyes having no mercy against my sorrow.

“You're the one who has to make a decision here, Jen. Do you want to give this, us, a go? Or do you want to keep it a secret, blowing whatever this is because I won't be good enough for your family...” He didn’t shout, but he was making me feel bad. How did he know exactly where to push so that it would hurt me the most?

"That's not fair... that is so not fair, I mean... they don't know you... I don't know you either, Dylan... please... I can't tell them, not yet..." He scoffed like he had expected that answer. My heart felt even heavier. Why was he pushing this so hard? I liked him, but I couldn't just go up to my parents and tell them; they would flip when I dated Dylan Hopper!

I cried whether I wanted to or not. Dylan got a quick look of remorse before his face got hard again. I knew he was right. Everything was my fault; I was the one who hesitated. He had already shown in both words and actions that he was serious. He wanted this, and I had no idea how or why; he could have anyone, and still, he was here with me.

“I'm sorry…” I sniffed as he bent over me, and my heart bounced only to sink into a black hole as he opened the passenger door and then stared straight ahead without looking at me, which was the absolute worst he could do against me. He had shouted at me before, but now he just sat there, and I slowly unbuttoned my belt with gloomy eyes.

“Stop saying you’re sorry for everything, Jennifer, and make a f*****g stand.” His voice was cold when slamming the car door in my face, and my lips pressed into thin lines, wanting to beg him to take me with him. The big black truck jump-started and drove away from me.

I blinked several times, and he was gone. He was really gone. I heard the squeaking noises pressing out of my lips when I started to cry.

Dylan was gone, and I was already broken.