Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 3

We'd been out on the highway for how long, me drifting in and out of sleep. The sound of the truck's engine and the slight rocking made me tired. Fluttering my eyes and seeing the familiar sign, the one I had passed this afternoon, destroyed whatever comfort I had left in my body.

Perryville.

Dylan was smoking, window down, and driving slower with one hand, catching that I was awake and smiling like I hadn't bashed his truck.

"hey..." I snorted at him, yawning when his eyes were on me, grinning and throwing away the smoke he was having, closing the window up again.

"Hi.." I still was not sure what was going on, answering him back raspy, my arm thudding, the painkillers starting to wear out, making a soft hiss when I moved it around in the sling; it was really hurting, along with my head that stung when I moved my right arm to touch the bandage.

"Yeah, that's got to hurt like hell..." Dylan's eyes were on my head before being back on the road, with me still poking the white plaster, thinking how I got to be so f*****g stupid, driving recklessly and not even remembering that wildlife lived around this area.

"it's going to be okay. We're almost back, and you can get some real sleep..." I stopped moving when Dylan's voice pierced my own thoughts about self-hate. He really wanted to get rid of me, didn't he? Now, when I was safe and not dying in the woods, he was done. I didn't blame him.

"Sure..." I still had my eyes closed, the pain was getting worse, sniffling when my chest felt like it was about to burst from everything that had happened, and now I was going to have to face Mom on top of this.... oh god... I didn't care about Dylan, wiping away silent tears with my hand fast over my face, with my left one still in the sling, hidden by the oversized ugly sweatshirt.

"You're not a talker, are you Jennifer?" Dylan was trying to make small talk to my sigh, no. I guess I wasn't; another thing that made me strange .... my eyes shifted to his face; he was so handsome, really, he wasn't like other guys around here; he was in a league of his own, and he knew that, knew that he was better somehow, even if was working as a caretaker.

"It's Jen. You sound like mom... Jennifer Anne Thompson..." I mimicked Mom's voice to his snicker, making me feel better. Dylan shifted gears and went inside the heart of Perryville, making me look back at him. Wasn't he supposed to take me home?

"Alright... Jen..." My heart started racing again from the tiny tingles when Dylan said my name with some huskiness I had never heard before. Wait, was he flirting with me? He smiled when I was blinking back, hating that I was blushing again, hurt and all. He really was a heartbreaker, wasn't he?

He killed the truck right outside Main Street, a side street where I had only walked once or twice since I didn't live in town. Still, he did, giving me a superior grin, walking around to my side of the car, and hoisting himself up. He took hold of my legs, and this time, I didn't hesitate to sling my arm around his neck, taking a deep breath from how good it felt resting against the hard chest when he brought me down from his truck.

"Welcome to Casa del Hopper..." Dylan snickered, having carried me up the two flights of stairs from the parking lot, walking past other doors to his on the long aisle of the rentals. I still couldn't speak, hearing his breathing next to my ear, every hair on my body standing up, his grey eyes sparkling, turning his head around, facing mine.

I kissed him fast and hard when he closed the door behind us, not really knowing what I was doing. The soft lips invited me before my heart skyrocketed over the entire f*****g Perryville, still not being able to stop staring into the hard diamond eyes that were nailing me down, trapped inside his arms.

"I blinked, feeling him gently put me down on the dirty carpet. Not one thing in this place was in order, but I didn't care, watching him with my big, hurt eyes, still not knowing what had happened between us.

"You're a virgin, right?" I inhaled, hearing Dylan's gentle voice, like he knew just by me kissing him, making me feel worse, my eyes on the floor and shrugging, wanting to lie and say no. Still, I was; there wasn't a single guy out there who made me feel comfortable enough to let my guard down.

"yes...." I squinted, knowing it was a dealbreaker, and let's face it, me being here at his place was as a miracle as it was; I didn't go over to guys' apartments to f**k them, Dylan Hopper or not.

"Alright..." Dylan was backing away from me, hurting me even more; he was sweating from nowhere, giving me bad vibes, and making me feel stupid; what was he doing anyway? Scratching his head with the cap off, giving me a nervous look that I hadn't expected, not from him.

"Okay, so... I'm going to be honest here, Jen, I didn't see that coming..." His eyes were on me again, hurting from how he just said that; yeah, I hadn't seen it coming either, but I really liked it, more than I was expecting.

"yeah....you can just give me your phone, and I can call my mom..." I was reaching over my right hand, wanting to get the hell out of there, Dylan had rejected me again, and it was hurting everywhere; I just wanted to get back to my bed and never wake up again.

"I never said that I wanted you gone, did I?" I didn't believe him; his eyes stared at me like he was the one who was crazy and not me, crossing his arms and just making me breathe heavier from the way his gaze was all over me. My eyes stared back, wanting to kiss him again so bad that my head was hurting!

"I want you to kiss me..." I didn't care anymore if he thought I was insane, still staring at him wide-eyed from across the small room that was his home with a slow and desperate voice; I wanted to feel him again, even if it was just one more time before going back to the madhouse that was mine.

"You know what? f**k it." Dylan had let the cap go, coming over to me in one long stride, his hand on my nape, making me lean backward against his height when his other hand was on my back before kissing me good and slow when I closed my eyes.

Oh god, I pushed myself harder against him, not caring that everything was aching, my good arm draped around his neck again, opening my mouth, feeling the hot breath of tobacco mixing with mine, sending shivers everywhere when his tongue was inside my mouth, sighing from how good it felt, closing my eyes and never wanting to let go.

"Oh, you have no idea how hard my d**k is for you, Jennifer Anne Thompson.." my body got paralyzed hearing the soft, husky whisper in my ear from Dylan, kissing my neck some more to my moans. Oh god, he had no idea how much I wanted him, my thighs squeezing hard when I moaned more, not wanting to stop whatever this was going on; I needed him!

I was the one dragging him back against the door that I guessed was his bedroom, feeling the soft wetness that was coming down my beating core. Dylan's fast breathing made me even hornier, still kissing him when he picked me up, moaning from his hip bumping between my legs, my nails gracing his nape, earning a low grunt that made me more confident, snaking my tongue around his, wanting to show him that I was learning, and I wanted him so bad!

" Let's get this off..." I nodded, spread out on the unmade bed, his hands guiding the same shirt he had been covering me with, leaving me bare against the gray eyes gawking at me. Before taking off his, coming closer, pushing himself between my legs, still wearing jeans, kissing my bare stomach to my moans.

He was coming up to my breasts and making me cry out from the surprise of him taking one of my n*****s in his mouth, licking me slowly, driving me crazy when my core was clenching painfully; I wanted him naked and f*****g me right now!

"Oh god, yes!" my voice was a whisper into the dark bedroom, Dylan being on top of me, grinding me with a hard bulge inside his jeans against the soft fabric over my crotch that didn't protect me from how f*****g good it felt being dry-humped by Dylan Hopper!

"Please, Dylan, please..." I was begging him, my breath lost, panting from my body going on overload, his mouth having mine, holding himself up with the strong arms I was caressing with my free one. All he needed to do was help me pull down the sweats and soaked panties, and then I was all his.

"s**t!" his growl made me open my eyes up, still foggy over how horny I was, feeling the heavy weight disappear from my core, leaving me whimpering; why was he stopping? I wanted this, same as him?

Dylan gave me a weird stare like he hated not being able to f**k me, and I did too, following, my bare chest still heaving, making my boobs catch his eyes again, so he did want me?

"Dylan?" I wasn't sure what was happening; my left arm was hurting again. I saw him on the end of the bed, looking down, and his hands clasped together when I saw the golden cross hanging down from his neck to my frown. Was he praying!?

I stared at his muscular back, the broad shoulders going up and down to my confused face. I swear he was making the cross sign like mom would do every time something terrible happened, and apparently, Dylan thought f*****g me was one of those things!

"I can't, f**k you, I mean..." I still hadn't said a word, not one word, when he turned, still flushed, same as me, and giving me nothing that could explain why he was stopping when I was feeling so f*****g good; my mind never experiencing anything like that, never!

"Great." I got up slowly from his bed, not caring that he still could see my breasts going for my borrowed shirt, wanting to get out as fast as possible, the pain inside my chest burning me way more than the jack on my forehead and fracture in my arm did.

"Hey, babe... wait up..." I stopped hauling my shirt over my head, glaring back at his face, which still was lost, challenging him with my eyes to keep calling me babe. I wasn't his babe, or anyone's for that matter!

I huffed, walking past him still on the bed, not caring that I was in the center of Perryville at night, having no phone or car to take me back to the homestead. Still, I wasn't sticking around, this holy asshole!

"Thanks... for the kiss, I mean..." I had already opened the door, giving him one last look back, standing in his home, barechested and looking like he didn't expect me to blow up so fast. To my sigh, he sure didn't know me did he, Dylan f*****g Hopper.

I closed the door, hating that I felt cold, left the shitty apartment, and started to walk down the stairs, my eyes flooding over. I was so angry at him for taking me here and just rejecting me, like last time, and I hated myself for being so stupid and kissing him when I knew who he was.

Heartbreaker.

My sobbing became louder; holding onto the railing and sat down at the bottom of the stairs, not being able to get any further, covering my mouth, closing my eyes hard, wanting to die again. Why would he do this to me? Wasn't it enough that he made the whole town laugh at me as a teenager?

The sound of a door slammed open made me jerk back; looking up, I saw Dylan coming outside. he was angry, having a scowl on his handsome face and huffing hard, making his cross slam against the muscular chest? What did he want from me, torment me more? Maybe this was just some fun way for him to get back at me for bumping his truck!? My stomach dropped, tears still falling down my face when he saw me still at the bottom of the stairs, looking just as pathetic as I was feeling.

"Jen!" Dylan was running down, standing before me, still sitting on the last step, crossing his arms. If I wasn't so damn upset, I would have thought he looked so good, standing in the moonlight, his muscular V-shaped torso turning, abs going down to the end of his jeans, when I snapped my eyes back to the ground, not giving him anything, I rather die then f**k him after what he did to me!

"Let's just get back inside, get some sleep, and I can drive you back home tomorrow..." Dylan had lost the anger, fueling mine. Did he think I was ever setting foot inside his place again? Was he really that stupid!?

"Go to hell..." I said slowly and spitefully, wanting him to know that I hated him for everything, and not just this night, the first one too when he couldn't even say anything back to my face!

"Okay, let's be honest here; I don't know what the big deal is; why are you so pissed over me not wanting to f*****g hurt you?" Dylan had been pacing just one step, glaring at me when he stopped, holding his hands over his face for a second when I snarled back, still giving him the silent treatment. Hurt me? he had no f*****g idea how much he had hurt me over the years!

"You have been hurting me for years!" I was spitting it back, wanting to get up and leave, when he stopped me, one hand on my chest and giving me a look like he didn't understand when I sighed; so what if he didn't get it? I was going home, getting some sleep, and telling Mom that I would return to campus and never come back to Perryville for the rest of my life!

"I don't even know you!?" He wasn't letting his hand go when I stared back at him, giving a smirk that made his eyes angry again since I was mocking him; he really was stupid, wasn't he?

"Don't you? I was there, you know, the night of the stupid bonfire. You just walked away when I told you I was in love. You didn't even have the decency not to tell everyone what a f*****g weirdo I was for doing it!" my voice was loud and clear, pushing his hand away, getting up and wanting to leave, for real this time, feeling the strong hand, gripping around my wrist, tugging me back from leaving!

"Hold on, are you telling me you're the girl everyone talked about? How the f**k was I supposed to know that? You had never even said hi and just told me you loved me; that is f*****g weird, Jennifer!" Dylan was barking it back, spinning me around when I hated him with all my heart, so what if that made sense? I was fifteen and stupid!

"Now I get it... You're jealous, aren't you? That's why you killed my lights; you couldn't f*****g stand to see me wanting someone else, your sister?!" Dylan's voice was calmer from nowhere, and there was a slight smirk on his attractive face when I gulped, showing him that he was hitting my weakness just right. f**k.

"Yeah... that's it... you are f*****g strange, aren't you?" Dylan was blocking my path, having me right back on the spot where he found me, eyes on the ground, and wanting nothing more than to bawl my eyes out, hating that he was right; I was jealous, always had been!

".... and you are a f*****g bastard..." I said back hollow, still not sure what to do with all my emotions coming back from all those years of hating, wanting him dead, and everyone that he ever hung out with for running my life in high school! There wasn't a guy out there that wanted to give me a chance, not after hearing about how f*****g clingy I was, a freak!

Dylan made a face, dropping his massive arms and giving me a pleading look I didn't get. Did he want me to stay after finding out I was the freak he had been laughing at all this time, not even remembering my face when he left for College?

"I'm sorry, okay? For telling everyone... that wasn't right, and I know that now.." my eyes dilated hearing the strained apology, knowing he hated every word. Was he sorry about what had happened? Why? I stared back, still not sure if I wanted to forgive him, giving me another pleading look like he was tired, and so was I, freezing my butt off in the empty parking lot.

"Okay." I finally gave him more than just a glare, so he was sorry; that was a start... I walked past him, giving me a sigh like he couldn't believe all this drama falling over his head, staring at my butt, walking up the steps slowly, still feeling every step, like everything was hurting more from being upset.

"you know, I'm still planning on f*****g you..." I stopped when I was inside his place again, seeing the smirk that made me nervous. Wasn't he religious or something like that!? I glanced at the cross, making him snicker more, coming closer, having his hand on my face, before kissing me softly to my eyes shutting; God, it felt so good.

"Don't mind the cross, babe. I'm still a sinner..." Dylan made me stare at him, gently pushing me down on his bed, kissing me again when I was on my back, feeling his weight beside me, and stroking my hair with his fingers to my sigh. I was so tired and had never felt safer in my life. I leaned my head against his chest, letting myself smile again. He wasn't so bad, was he?