Romance: TOXIC (Forbidden, Pregnancy, Taboo Romance, Stepbrother Romance, New Adult Short Stories) Read Online Free PDF Page A

brushed against my shoulders, my neck, and my back, searching for the knots that held my string bikini on.  First my right side, then my left, but he didn't stop until I was completely naked, completely exposed--completely his.
    I pressed my body against his, and that feeling of one-ness with him, from our first date, came rushing back.  My tears of ecstasy mingled with the sweat that ran down his body, and the rush of our breathing fell into the same rhythm as the rush of the ocean around us.  The world was a wave breaking, splashing us with a million little spears of icy cold, sending both of us gasping for breath, and little stars shooting before our eyes. 
    We fell asleep, warmed by the sun and the rocks, wrapped in each other's arms.  He awoke first.  I could feel his hands caressing my body, and his touch seemed to linger after his hands had moved somewhere else.  Slowly, his hands began to hover, to concentrate, to linger, on my breasts, where the buds stood firm with the chill from the spray.  "You're so beautiful," he said, touching his tongue to the tips.  It was like being touched by glass, cold and smooth.  My back arched with pleasure, but his weight kept me down.  He smiled and stroked the inside of my thigh with his other hand, teasing me by brushing the soft skin, and then taking his hand away, just when I was expecting more. 
    "You keep saying that," I murmured, as he slowly worked his hand closer and closer to my pussy.
    "Because it's true."
    "Would you keep saying that if I got fat?"
    He stopped, taken aback.  "Wait, what do you mean?" he asked.  His hand dropped, resting between my legs.
    "I mean exactly that.  Would you keep saying that if I got fat?"
    "I suppose I would," he said.  "Why?"
    "Because I'll be gaining a lot of weight in the future."
    Watching the expressions ripple across his face--confusion, understanding, and then, pure joy--was priceless.  "You mean--really?"
    "I took the test yesterday," I said.  "There were two lines."
    "Oh man," he said.  "We have to get married.  We need to--the second bedroom--we need to make that into a nursery.  We'll have to arrange for child care.  You'll need to pick out an OB--"
    "Relax, Blake," I said. 
    "Relax?  You just told me I'm going to be a dad!"
    "Yes, you are," I said.  "And I’m going to be a mom.  But right now, she's--"
    "Wait, how do you know it's a girl?  They can tell this early?"
    I almost had to laugh at him.  Instead, I kissed him.  The kiss deepened yet again, and his hands began moving all over my body again.  But when he touched me again, it was different, yet again, from what he'd done earlier.  I was the mother of his child, now, and when his hands floated over my belly they seemed to be asking permission.  Can I know this child?  Can I love this child? 
    "Yes," I whispered.  "You can, and you will."
    "What will we call her?" he asked.  "And how can we afford everything that she'll need?" 
    "I don't know," I said.  "We'll think of something.  We'll find a way."

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    Just Take Me Already
    By Celia Styles
    He was hardly the first man I had been attracted to.
    I could recall the quiet soccer player at my school, the one I always caught myself turning out to games for. Then there was John, the sandy-haired, blue-eyed cadet who had trained alongside me back at the academy.
    There had also been countless men on the streets I’d caught myself looking