He showed up at her apartment when he knew she would be done with work. The sky was the deep purple of evening, and when she answered the door she was in a towel, fresh from a shower or bath. He hadn’t planned on fucking her one last time, but as soon as she saw him, she dropped the towel, and he was lost in her body.
He took it more gently, knowing it might be the last time he slept with her. His kisses were tender, as was his touch. His fingertips traced along her collarbone, down to her nipples. He planted a kiss on her lips and then trailed downward, over one of her breasts, dropping to his knees just inside the door so he could kiss down her flat tummy and along her shaved pubic area. She lifted a leg and hooked it over his shoulder, and, bending his neck, he trailed his tongue along her wet slit.
The tip of his tongue was like velvet as it flicked back and forth over her engorged clit. No man had ever eaten her out while she was standing, and the whole thing was so exotic and tender that it wasn’t long before she was coming, her juices flowing over his chin as he sucked on her clit and her fingers gripped his hair.
He stood and undressed, and they went into her bedroom. She tried to take charge, tried to be rough, attempting to push him back so she could ride him, but he took her by the wrist and guided her until she was lying down.
Sherry breathed in, soaking up the purple light that came flowing in through the bedroom window. “You going to fuck me?”
“I’m going to make love to you,” Colt corrected, and he moved atop of her, kissing her deeply as he used his hand to guide himself into her.
The biker usually fucked her hard, his hips flying, their pelvises meeting and slapping audibly together in a blur, but now he was pushing deep inside her slowly, and when his skin met hers he pulled back, almost pulling fully from her pussy.
“Oh God,” Sherry said, wrapping her legs around him as he rocked slowly atop her, pushing in and out.
His lips explored her body, her neck, her lips, her breasts, anything they could reach. She came again, her pussy spasming around his cock, and still he rocked slowly, unwilling to give in to the urge to just fuck her hard and fast.
She ran her hands along his back and then down along his side, feeling the muscles there. When he was about to come, he pressed his lips to hers, their mouths open together as his cock jumped once, twice, three times inside her, filling her with his seed.
They lay together then in the darkness, the purple of evening having given way to the black of night while they made love. Colt fell asleep inside her.
In the morning, he broke things off with her.
“Are you serious?” she asked, fresh from a shower and getting dressed for work. He sat naked on the edge of her bed, watching her pull stockings on.
“It’s just…over,” he said with a shrug. He was trying to look as though he didn’t care, but the truth was that it hurt him to call it all off.
“Fuck you. Get out,” Sherry said, and she tossed his clothes at him.
He didn’t argue. He didn’t even speak. He just dressed and left.
A month went by. Sherry missed him, realizing that for her at least, it had ended up being more than just sex. He was a bad boy, he did bad things, idiotic things, but she knew the real him. He had shown her his true self. He was kind. He was caring. His father had been a biker, and he had grown up in a certain life, ending up just like his father, a man who was in prison and would be for the rest of his life.
And then Sherry missed her period. She let it stretch on for a week, but finally she couldn’t put it off any longer. She bought a pregnancy test and took it. She was pregnant.
Another month went by and she went to the doctor. The baby was healthy, growing well, and would be there right around Christmas. Sherry smiled when the doctor told her this, but in her car in the parking lot outside the clinic, she cried. What was she going to do?
There was no question about who the father was. Colt may have been sleeping with other women while they were together—she didn’t know one way or the other—but since moving to Happy, he was the only man she had been with.
She would keep the baby; she knew that much. After a few days of deliberation, she decided Colt needed to know and needed to help her. She went to Earl’s one Saturday night.
Colt was there, holding court with his fellow Vipers. They laughed and drank, and Colt had a young blond girl on his lap who was wearing a short skirt and, as anyone could plainly see, no panties.
Colt saw Sherry but didn’t move to come speak with her. That was okay with Sherry; she wanted to say what she had to say in front of a crowd so they would all know. Maybe his friends would talk sense into Colt if he reacted the way she feared. She walked to his table and the talking stopped. Every man and woman there looked at her.
“I’m pregnant,” she said, looking only at Colt. From the corner of her eye, she could see some mouths drop open.
Colt just laughed. “Congratulations.”
“It’s yours.”
“I’m too young and good looking to be a father,” Colt cracked, and the other Vipers all laughed.
“I need your help.”
“I’ll pay for the abortion.”