Stallion: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (14 page)

“No, no!” I say quickly. Abbey has grown even more protective of me after the whole Walker/Ronald debacle, and she’s about to get really fired up.

I don’t know how to break the news to her. I guess there’s really only one way to say it, and that’s to say it.

“I’m…pregnant.”

This time Abbey doesn’t respond. We sit in silence for what seems like ages before she finally speaks.

“Please tell me it’s not Ronald’s.”

“It’s not,” I reply. “It’s Walker’s.”

“Well, thank God for that,” she says, taking a seat beside me. I can tell she isn’t sure what to say, and I don’t blame her. How are you supposed to react in a situation like this? I don’t even know how I’m feeling yet.

“Are you gonna keep it?”

“Yes!” I snap. The thought of not keeping it hadn’t even entered my mind.

“Okay, okay!” She says defensively. “I’m just asking.”

“I couldn’t do that,” I say. I understand why some girls do, it’s just not something I could bring myself to do – especially not with Walker’s child.

Why does it matter that it’s Walker’s?
I think. I’m not interested in a meal ticket, so what does it matter whose it is? I don’t expect Walker to be there as a father. His life is one big montage of football fields and naked chicks, there’s hardly room in there for a wife and family.

I’m not his wife!

My mind is all over the place. I must be losing my mind. I’ll chalk it up to the animal side of my mind kicking in and overriding my rational side. Every thought has to be kept in check with logic and reason. It’s just a shame I wasn’t listening to those things when Walker came onto me…and then
in
me.

“Are you gonna tell him?” Abbey asks.

“I don’t know,” I confess. “I mean, I guess I have to, right?”

Abbey shrugs. “No. You don’t
have
to. You know how many guys there are out there with kids they don’t know about? My uncle didn’t know he had a daughter until she turned eighteen and went out to New Hampshire to meet him. Total mind fuck.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to do that,” I say, sitting up. “He has a right to know, even if he doesn’t want to be involved. I mean – he doesn’t want to be involved, right?”

I raise my eyebrows at Abbey, who just shrugs. “Who knows? I would doubt it though.”

I know I shouldn’t, but I feel myself starting to get angry with her. It’s not her fault. None of this is anyone’s fault but my own. It’s my fault for sleeping with him. It’s my fault for not using a condom, and it’s my fault for hoping Abbey would say something different.

But she’s right. Why would Walker suddenly change for me – baby or no baby? This is going to be the last thing he wants to hear, but he has to hear it. I’m not going to hide it from him and live a lie. He has a right to know.

“Well, I’m gonna go tell him,” I say, getting up.

“What, right now?” Abbey says, checking the time.

“Yeah,” I say with a sigh, heading for the door.

“He’s probably partying.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” I say, stepping into the hallway with a heavy heart. This is going to be the hardest conversation of my life, and I just want to get it over with and move on. Waiting, dragging things out are just going to make it so much worse.

The evening breeze is starting to pick up as I step outside and make my way across campus. I keep running through scenarios in my mind.

I show up and Walker’s drunk off his ass and not able to process what I’m saying. Would I go back again? Or would I just wash my hands of the whole thing?

Or maybe I show up and he screams at me, calls me a gold-digger and tosses me out of his house. Or maybe he gets down on one knee and awkwardly proposes to me out of some sort of misguided chivalry.

That would never happen
, I think, shaking my head.

As I walk, I realize that for some reason I’m not as nervous as I thought I’d be. Definitely not as nervous as my first trip to football house for my story. The air smells sweet, which is a blessing, and the temperature has dropped to something a little more bearable. I can hear football house before I see it. Abbey was right; there’s already a rager in full swing.

The partiers have spilled out of the house and onto the front lawn and sidewalk. I pass a group of already buzzing sorority girls stepping gingerly across the quad in their three-inch heels. I hear them giggling, discussing which one of the guys on the team was the hottest, and which one probably has the biggest dick.

The party is not unlike the last time I was here. Keg stands in the front lawn, beer pong on the porch, and heavy bass pumping from inside.

At least the nausea’s gone
, I think.

I look at the front door, slightly ajar, and think about how my life has changed, and how Walker’s is about to. With a deep breath, I take the first step towards a new, uncertain future.

I
’m signed
, baby!

I knew this was coming, but that doesn’t make it any less exciting. You are now looking at a professional wide receiver for Seattle. I’m the Million Dollar Man! Actually, I’m the
Multi
-Million Dollar Man. My first check hasn’t come in yet, but I already feel five inches taller.

I didn’t think it was even possible, but the big man on campus just got bigger. If I didn’t already have a huge dick, I’d sure feel like it now.

Girls were literally throwing themselves at me. I’ve had to change my shirt twice already tonight when a cute red head “accidentally” bumped into me and spilled her drink, and when a smoking hot brunette “tripped” into my arms.

Normally, I would have taken full advantage of both of these situations in the order they occurred, or even worked some magic to get the two into a threesome, but this time I just smiled, accepted their apology and went upstairs to change.

It’s fucking painful to admit, but I haven’t been laid in a month. I haven’t been with anyone since Emmy, and I’m starting to question my own sanity.

She was good, but she wasn’t give-up-on-other-girls good.
Or was she?

Or maybe that’s not even it. Emmy was a great lay, and man was that pussy dangerous, but there was something more going on when we had sex. The way she was looking at me with those eyes while I buried myself deep inside her – that was something that I had never had with any other girl.

She didn’t fake moan or talk too much. She was legitimately into it. We had a legitimate connection.

And then I’d gone and blown it.

No, fuck that! SHE blew it!

What was she thinking, ambushing me like that at the game? And after a win? So I had given it right back to her, and she couldn’t take it. The boys have a saying: if you can take a dick, you can take a joke. But I guess that doesn’t apply to Emmy.

The place is going hard tonight. We don’t have many of these nights left. Benny managed to help me get my grades up, so Coach finally calmed his tits. It looks like I’ll be off to the race, and the truth is, I can’t wait to get out of here. The pros are what we boys all aspire to, and I’m one of a handful of guys on campus who actually pulled it off.

From an outsider’s point of view, my life couldn’t get any better. But there was still one thing in the back of my mind, itching at me like a splinter.

Emmy.

We never had a resolution. I may have gone too far that day on the field, calling her out in front of everybody like that. But she put me on blast and she deserved it. I thought she would take it better, but that was the last time I saw her.

While I was running down the field, she was running through my mind like a replay. That night with her was one big highlight reel and one of my best performances.
No, THE best performance
.

I’d never experienced anything like that night with Emmy, and I know she hadn’t either. And we only had it once. What a shame. It’s like a crime against the universe that I haven’t worked her over again. My cock has been calling out for her since she left.

But it hasn’t been just Walker Johnson Junior that’s been missing her either. The boys would kill me for admitting this, but I miss her too. As much as she is a pain in the ass, I like having her around. She treats me differently than the other girls – the groupies. I’m a human being to her, not just a slab of prime rib to be devoured and bragged about to a friend.

“Hey, big boy,” I hear a girl’s voice behind me. A perfectly manicured hand slips up over my shoulder and gently caresses the back of my neck. “I hear you’re going into the big leagues?”

I glance to my right to see the owner of the hand, a total babe with the body of a gymnast. She’s got the whore’s uniform going on tonight, and makeup to match. She’s not doing much to hide her intentions.

“You heard, huh?” I reply.

“Everybody heard,” she giggles. “You know I’ve seen you play. Are you as big a man off the field as you are on?”

Straight to the point. These girls aren’t messing around anymore. “What do you think?” I say, not sure how I feel about this.

“Oh, I’d bet bigger!” She laughs, pressing her body against mine, and I can’t help but start to get excited by her warm, soft skin. I can feel her tits against my arm. It’s been a month since Emmy and I slept together, and a month without sex for me is like an eternity.

Maybe it’s time to start letting go
.

If she liked me she would have called. Or she would have shown up in a huff again with some excuse about another story, and I would have taken her upstairs and gotten her drunk off my dick again. Seeing her lying on my bed, sweaty and completely out of it, was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

But I haven’t heard from her. Her followup article was good to me. Even Coach was pleased, which helped take away from the disaster I’d caused on the field with her interview. Boy, he’d chewed me out for that one.

So why am I holding out hope for a girl that’s not even into me? I was just a story to her. A story and a mistake, and now she’s done with me. How many more girls am I going to turn away before I wake up?

Emmy is a lost cause
.
Forget her
. I make up my mind and turn to the girl.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out…”

“Darlene,” she says, filling in the blank.

“There’s only one way to find out, Darlene,” I tell her, sliding a hand around her waist and leading her towards the stairs. She giggles as we take the steps. Her laugh is obnoxious, like a cross between a screeching pigeon and a snorting hippo. Let’s hope she doesn’t laugh when she’s getting pounded.

Her body is smoking.
Focus on that
, I think.
You’re not going to have a connection with every girl
.

The second we step into my room, Darlene slams the door behind her. By the time I turn around, she’s got her shirt off and is jumping on me, kissing me all over my chest and neck, pulling at my tank top. She’s wearing way too much perfume, and I realize I don’t like the smell.

“You’re so ripped!” She says, almost like she’s telling someone else.

Somehow, she’s pissing me off. It’s desperate. But I raise my arms and let her tug my tank off.

Just treat it like therapy,
I tell myself.
A good fuck to get Emmy out of your system
.

The girl is undeniably smokin’. On a one to ten scale, she’s clocking in at a solid eight and a half, but I’m just not into it. And neither is Walker Johnson Junior. He hasn’t even budged, and that’s rare for me.

Get in the game
, I tell myself, trying to rally with a little mental pep talk.

The girl pulls my face to her and moves to kiss me, but she tastes like stale beer and I’m just not feeling it. I pull away.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, stroking my neck with her fingernails.

“Nothing, I uh—” I stammer, unsure of what the Hell to say.

What IS wrong?

“We can skip the lovey-dovey stuff if you want,” she says, sliding off my lap and onto her knees in front of me. “I know you football boys like to go right for the endzone.”

Shit, this girl moves fast!

With one swift tug, she pulls my sweats and boxers down to my ankles.

“Ooooh!” She giggles, reaching out for my goods. “Let’s get this party started!”

Just then, the door to my bedroom opens.

I look up to see Emmy standing there, looking absolutely horrified.

“I should have known!” she says, disgusted, before turning and running from the room.

“Emmy!” I shout, standing up so fast I accidentally knock Darlene on her ass. “Emmy, Wait!”

Forgetting my clothes, I race down the hall after her, but Emmy is already halfway down the stairs. “Emmy! It’s not what it looked like!”

I hit the ground floor running, and hear a cheer from the crowd. I’m completely naked. Emmy is heading out the front door. I grab a pillow off the couch, hold it over my crotch, and race out after her.

“Emmy, stop!” I plead, chasing after her as she strides quickly across the lawn.

“Woo, yeah!” Someone shouts from a keg to my right.

“Get her, Walker!” Someone else yells.

“I should have fucking known!” Emmy shouts over her shoulder. “
You
are a pig!”

“
I’m
a pig!?” I roar indignantly. “What am I supposed to be doing? Holding out for you!?”

“Oh, go fuck her, Walker. Go fuck every girl on campus! We all know that’s what you want to do!”

“Fuck you!” I shout after her, letting my anger get the best of me.

“No! Don’t fuck me!” She screams, finally turning around, her face red with anger. “You know, I really thought you might have changed, Walker. I don’t know why. I guess you’re just that good of a bullshitter.”

“What are you mad at me for, Emmy? Huh?” I challenge her. “What do you care if I’m fucking some slut at my party?”

“I don’t!” Emmy lies, waving her hands in the air. “Do whatever you want, Walker!”

She spins on her heels and moves to go, but I stop her, reaching out and taking her by the arm.

“Don’t walk away from me!”

“Let go, asshole!” She shouts, trying to pull herself free, looking angrier than I’ve ever seen her.

“No!” I say, loudly enough to get her to stop freaking out for a second. “Not until you tell me where you’ve been for the last month.”

I want answer, and I think I’m entitled to one when a girl decides to ghost me for a month and then barge in on me, in my bedroom, unannounced.

“Where have
you
been? How about that?”

“I thought you didn’t want to see me,” I admit. “You ran off on me and that was the last I saw of you.”

“So you just go running back into the arms of the sluts!?”

I let go of Emmy and let out a deep sigh. “That’s what you think, huh?”

“That’s what it looked like!”

“I haven’t been with anyone since you, Emmy,” I tell her, dropping the truth bomb. She looks back skeptically, but still angry.

“So who was that girl? Your tailor? Fitting you for some new sweat pants?”

“I wasn’t into her, Emmy,” I say quickly. “She was coming onto me, and I thought I was going to go through with it. But I couldn’t. You came in before I could tell her to get out.”

Emmy’s lips twist in thought. I can almost see her mind working, processing this new information. I never take my eyes off her.
She’s so cute when she’s mad
, I think, realizing just how much I’ve missed her.

There must be something wrong with me, falling for a girl like this. Our relationship is explosive to say the least.

Relationship…

We don’t have a relationship. At least not now. Not anymore. But she’s here now. She came back. Why?

“Why are you here, Emmy?” I ask her. “You can’t think I’m
that
much of a scumbag, or you wouldn’t have come back.”

“What if I’m here for a story?” She sneers.

“You did your story. What’s the real reason?”

It takes a long time for her to answer. I can hear people laughing behind me, probably snapping pictures of my bare butt to post on the internet, but I don’t care. This is more important.

Finally, she opens her mouth, and I hear the answer.

“Walker,” she says. “I’m pregnant.”

Her words linger in the air like a ghost – something I know is there, but I can’t quite get ahold of.

Did she really just say what I think she said?

Now I’m the one being watched. I can see her staring intently at me, trying to read my expression. I’m trying to stay calm, but I have no idea what I look like. I must be frowning, because her reaction isn’t great.

“That bad, huh?” She asks.

“No!” I say quickly, stepping closer to her. “I mean – are you sure it’s…mine?”

Her first reply is a slap on the shoulder. “Yes! How can you even ask me that?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” I protest. “I mean…it’s not Ronald’s?”

“Unless he used a turkey baster on me in my sleep, then yeah, it’s yours.”

“You two never—“

“No,” Emmy says firmly. “It’s yours, Walker. I’m pregnant with your baby.”

I think back to that night – that scorching hot session in my bed.
Did I wear a condom?
I always do. I have a massive stash in a box right by my headboard so I’m never caught off guard.
But did I reach for one?

I replay the night in my mind…taking off her clothes, kneeling down between her legs, watching her face twist and twitch with every stroke from my tongue.

I didn’t
, I realize.

To most guys, this would be life-ending news, and they’d be freaking out right now. I should be. But I’m not. There’s something stirring inside me that I’ve never felt before, and as it reaches the surface, I realize what it is: pride.

I’m proud to be the father of Emmy’s child. Emmy is a woman I’d be proud to have as mine.

“Say something!” She shouts, slamming her arms at her sides. I realize I’ve been staring dumbly at her for at least thirty seconds.

“This is great,” I say softly. I watch her whole expression change. She’s been on edge this whole time. I can’t imagine what it took for her to come over her tonight to tell me the news, and then she busts in to see me with Darlene…I’d be pissed off too.

But I don’t think she was expecting this reaction from me.

Most girls wouldn’t. They know this is doomsday news for a college athlete. Child support payments for the next eighteen years at least, and none of them are going to want to stick around and be a father. But that’s not me. That’s not how I am.

“Emmy,” I say, stepping closer, taking her hand in mine. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the game. And I have to think, from you coming here tonight, that you feel the same way.”

“I—I do,” she says, her voice almost a whisper. Her hand is warm in mine. She’s sweating. The wind blows, flooding my nostrils with her scent. Inhaling deeply, I pull her closer to me, feeling her soft skin against mine. She’s warm. She feels familiar – like home.

“I think I – I love you, Emmy.”

There. I put it out there. I dropped the L bomb. Let’s see how she reacts.