The Fated Trinity

Chapter Two: Spring Break Aftermath

My mind is running crazy as our bodies collide together and we chase our breath. I can’t help but notice how his lips are soft and pillowy. I’ve made out before, and given blow jobs before, but no one has ever made me feel the way he is making me feel right now. I want him and crave his every touch. His breath is hot as he trails his tongue along my neck and jawline, and I am sure he is leaving marks.

“You’re so f*****g sexy, Amber.”

The apples of my cheeks blush at his words and before I can respond his tongue slips into my mouth. The kiss is hot and wet, he is an amazing kisser. Our tongues tease each other in perfect motion, leaving me wanting more.

His hand slides slowly under my shirt, revealing my bare breasts as I do not have a bra on. A sexy growl rolls off his lips as he pinches my n****e between his fingers. I shift slightly under him at the sudden pain and his eyes focus on mine.

“s**t, I didn’t know you had piercings,” he smirks.

“It’s okay.”

My eyes focus on his every movement as he slips his fingers around my shirt and pulls it over my head.

“Mmm,” he moans softly while admiring my boobs.

A soft giggle breaks the silence as his moan caught me off guard. His fingers lightly tap at the hem of my skirt and his eyes focus on mine, “You ready?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.

I nod as my bottom lip slides slowly between my teeth, “Hey, hang on,” I say softly.

His eyes narrow on me and I can sense he thinks I am backing out, but I am not. There is, well, something I need to tell him.

“What’s up?”

“I…uh…I’m a virgin,” I whisper.

A devilish smile spreads across his face as he pokes his tongue into his cheek, “No way.”

“I have no reason to lie,” I barely mutter.

He sits there momentarily and for a split second, I think he is going to back out. That is, until his lips connect with mine and he whispers, “You’re mine, baby girl.”

His fingers lace around the hem of my skirt as he eagerly slides it off of my hips, revealing my black thong. He quickly tugs my panties off, tossing them onto the floor. Stepping off of the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. His right arm has a full-sleeve tattoo that’s enough to make me drool. His body is absolute perfection, with an eight-pack, defined s*x lines, and a kissable happy trail.

The sound of his belt buckle unbuckling sends shivers down my spine and he slides his pants and boxers down exposing his hard c**k. My eyes widen at the sight and I choke on the air. Holy s**t. He is huge.

“Yeah, I am big,” he smirks.

I laugh softly as he gets back into the bed and slowly lowers his body onto mine. A deep and hot kiss breaks the silence in the room and he whispers in my ear, “Are you ready?”

I nervously flick my eyes up to his and nod, “Yes.”

“It’s gonna hurt,” he smirks while licking his lips.

“I know.”

Yes, I am drunk. I am assuming he is too, but hey, c'est la vie.

He slowly lines the tip of his d**k up and flicks his eyes up to mine while taking a deep breath and plunging inside of me. The pain is intense and I wince at the sudden intrusion. A soft whine rolling off of my lips catches his attention.

“f**k, you’re so tight,” he growls.

His pace is slow and steady at first, allowing me time to adjust to his size. My nails dig firmly into his biceps as he lowers down on me. Our breaths are heavy as he picks his pace up.

“f**k,” I whimper as he begins thrusting faster.

“You’re okay, baby girl,” he says breathlessly

The pain begins to subside and a soft moan escapes my lips, a moan from him follows.

“Mmm, sing for me baby,” he whispers next to my ear.

The harder he thrusts the louder my moans become and he watches as they roll off my tongue. His eyes are full of lust and desire as he watches my reaction to him thrusting in and out of me harder.

“Mmm, f**k, yes,” he moans loudly as he nears climax.

I feel the bubbling sensation intensifying as my own draws closer. His pace is intense, and hard, and pounding thrusts cause cries of pure ecstasy to fill the room. A loud moan fills the room as he cums deep inside of me, causing my orgasm to reach climax.

“Mmm,” I moan softly as I tighten around him and c*m.

His head lands on my chest for a moment as he catches his breath. I am slightly trembling as I chase my breath. My chest is rising and falling quickly. A soft kiss lands on my lips as he gently pulls me up.

“You okay?”

I nod, “Yeah, I am.”

He nods back and begins putting his clothes on. I slide off of the bed and put my panties and clothes back on. Awkward. That is the single thought running through my head as I stand there.

“That was f*****g amazing,” he says while licking his lips.

I can feel my face heat as I begin to blush, “Yeah, it was.”

He softly pecks my lips and asks, “Do you need an Uber?”

“I will, but I need to find my sister first,” I chuckle.

He nods to the door, “She’s with my brother,” he replies.

My mouth falls open, though, I am not at all surprised as they are both hot as hell. I mean they are identical twins. He smiles devilishly and opens the hotel room door and we both walk out. Sia and his twin brother, Ryker, come out of the adjoining room.

“If you’re ever at B.E.D again, find me,” he says suggestively.

I nod and bite my lip as he leans down and gives me a peck on the lips.

As Sia and I head out of the hotel, their friends are walking in. Smirks spread across their faces and we hear them muttering as they walk in with women. Our Uber pulls up shortly after and we head back to our hotel.

“You okay?” Sia asks softly.

“Mhm, are you?” I return the question.

“Yup,” she nods.

The rest of our vacation is spent hanging out at the beach, going to Universal Studios, and relaxing. We thought about going back to B.E.D., but ultimately decide it will be awkward as hell if we run into the guys, which by the way we don’t remember their names.

The ten days have gone by too fast and when my feet hit the ground at the Indianapolis airport it's bittersweet. I am excited to see my Dad, but dreading getting back into the grind of work.

4 Weeks Later

For the past few days, I haven’t been feeling well and Dad and I assume I have the flu. However, when another week passes of headaches, nausea, and pure exhaustion Dad insists I see our Doctor. Sia and I have seen Dr. Griggs for as long as I can remember. She is a bitter old woman who has no bedside manner and the humor of a snail.

We arrive at the office around 9:15 a.m. for my appointment and I walk up to check in.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“I have an appointment with Dr. Griggs.”

“Name and Date of birth?”

“Amber Masterson and September 6th, 1988.

“Has any of your information changed?”

“Nope,” I reply, popping the P.

“Alright, the nurse will be out to get you shortly,” the receptionist smiled.

Dad and I take a seat and within fifteen minutes a nurse calls me back. They get all of the usual information, weight, blood pressure, temperature, etc. The nurse asks me what is going on and I explain to her everything that’s been going on.

“Okay, and when was your last period?”

“March 10th.”

Her face contorts slightly as she pulls the calendar up on her laptop, “Are you typically late?”

I shake my head, “No.”

“Alright, well Dr. Griggs is going to want a urine sample. Can you please initial this and go pee in it?”

“What is this for?” I ask in confusion.

“Oh, it checks for pregnancy.”

My heart sinks and I look at her with pure terror written on my face, “Pregnancy?” I gasp.

“Yes, Amber. You’re late for your cycle.”