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There were two words that Grey Delaney dreaded hearing. One little phrase that had the power to devastate. And she’d just uttered them, she’d just fucking said it.
“I’m Pregnant.”
Well Fuck.
He didn’t bother asking if it was his. He knew it was. He’d made a sport of hunting virgins and she was such an innocent when he’d found her. And they’d only been ‘broken up’ for about a month. She hadn’t moved on yet and he had no doubt he’d been her only lover.
He sighed heavily.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, his tone neutral. He was trying to remember if she was one of the very Christian ones. A lot of the girls he’d deflowered were brought up Christian. They’d almost have to be to still have their virginity by college, wouldn’t they? He didn’t chase ugly girls, and if pretty girls weren’t especially religious they usually weren’t especially chaste either.
Now he just needed to gauge her degree of jesus-freak.
If he could remember if they’d had anal it would help, but this girl was at least two virgins ago and they were starting to blend together. Perhaps he should drink a little less while he was out hunting. What’s the good of fucking a virgin if you aren’t going to remember it properly? They weren’t really good for much else besides that rush, besides knowing you’re taking something precious, besides that delightful moment of resistance and breaking down that last bastion of chastity. If he wasn’t remembering that then what the hell was the point?
She didn’t look like she’d take it up the ass, but sometimes it’s the uptight ones who surprise you.
She looked weepy. “I don’t know what to do.” She whined and bit back a sob.
Ok. Swell. It was a bad sign that she didn’t demand money with her first few breaths. That usually meant they were in the Lord’s corner. But it was a very, very good sign that she was so vulnerable. That usually meant they could be persuaded.
He crossed to her and pulled her into his chest. She let him fold her up and started to weep softly into his collar.
“It’s ok.” He told her, purring, “Listen, this will all be alright.”
He felt her nod under his chin and he smiled. He remembered her now that he smelled her shampoo. She had consented to anal. That was the only reason he’d stayed with her those few weeks after he’d taken her virginity. Her name was still sort of eluding him, but he felt confident he’d remember before he needed to say it.
He murmured sweet words and gentle cooing sounds until her crying spell wound down. He’d seen his dad comfort crying women enough times to know what they liked and how to imitate it.
“I’m scared, Grey.” She whispered into his neck, fingering a button on his shirt.
He sighed. Thank Bleeding Christ. If she was scared this was practically a done deal.
“I know love,” he spoke low, his tone intimate. “I know. But I will help. Let me help?”
He pulled back, holding her out so she would meet his eyes. His eyes were real killers; pale green and almost too big. Girls turned into melt-y puddles when they gazed into his eyes.
She nodded. He had her.
“Its my father—“ she explained and he almost crowed with triumph.
“Catholic, right?” His voice was oh-so-sympathetic and inside he was doing a jig. God damn but he loved the fucking Catholics. Don’t put your daughters on birth control, don’t permit abortions, don’t even give them the fucking birds-and-the-bees talk other than to say: ‘don’t’ and wham.
It was the Catholic girls who always gave the hungriest head, who almost always consented to anal. Grey loved Catholics. Except for the birth-control problem. On the one hand it was the Catholic girls who put up the least amount of fuss over the condom issue—and Grey never wore a condom when he was taking a virgin, that, he had decided long ago, would be the real sin! But on the other hand he was lucky if the Catholic girls were on any form of birth control since their folks had backward-ass ways of dealing with their daughters’ sexuality and maturing bodies.
And apparently his luck had run out. Again.
Well, he mused, sometimes you roll the dice and lose. Wasn’t that half the game? The thrill of the risk? The chance?
She nodded. “He’ll disown me.” Her lower lip trembled and he remembered she’d been pretty good at giving oral. Katie? No that wasn’t it. He’d get it.
“No.” he told her firmly. “No, it doesn’t have to be like that.”
She furrowed her brow. Oh fuck. He knew that look. She was about to tell him life begins at conception. Girls could romanticize that nonsense.
He decided to cut her off before she had the chance to begin.
“Look, you’re young, you’re beautiful, you’ve only just started college.” His tone was reasonable, warm, considerate. Another set of skills he’d picked up by observing his Dad. His words brought a fresh wave of tears and he knew he was plying the right tack. “There’s no reason your life should be over because of an accident of fate.” He gathered her close again and kissed her on the forehead.
She sniffed nodded against his lips. “So you’ll help me?”
He smiled and looked her full in the face. “I helped get you into this didn’t I?” Damn he was charming when he wanted to be.
She smiled back. Grateful.
“I’ll take care of all the expenses.” He told her and moved to his desk to dig out his checkbook.
“Oh, well,Thank you—“ she sounded puzzled. “ I don’t think it should be too much.” He turned slowly.
He knew with some degree of accuracy how much an abortion cost. It wasn’t much. At least he never considered it exorbitant. For what he got out of the bargain. He supposed some would call this an expensive hobby, but…
“I mean” she splayed her fingers out before her, palms upward in a gesture of helplessness. “I mean, I don’t expect anything extravagant.”
He pursed his lips. What the fuck was this girl talking about? Did she expect him to shuttle her to some back alley operation? Did she think a coat hanger was standard-operating-procedure here? What the fuck were the Catholics telling these girls?
“Extravagant?” He was gentle but genuinely non-plussed.
“I mean haste is really more important.” She finished, as though that had cleared it all up.
Well that much he understood. Time was certainly a factor. He nodded sympathetically.
“Of course, of course. As soon as you’re ready.” He wanted to avoid sounding too gleeful. Didn’t want her to think him callous. This was going more smoothly than he’d imagined.
She let out a rush of breath. “Oh thank you so much, thank you, oh God, I can-t” she put her hand to her head “I can’t even thank you enough, this is…wow.” She was fairly shaking with relief.
He smiled. She was certainly grateful.
“Please, think nothing of it. I know what my responsibilities are.”
A funny sort of sweet look crossed her face and she smiled. “I was so afraid to tell you.”
“You shouldn’t have been.” He replied congenially. “Everything will be taken care of. Just let me know when you want to do it, and I’ll be ready.”
“Honestly?” she asked. Suddenly wary, her guard up. “You aren’t going to skip town after I walk out the door?”
“Of course not.” He used his most sincere voice. These girls were often very insecure and needy.
“Because I know our break up didn’t go well- and I know I said some terrible things to you and—“
“Shhh. None of that, now.” He said, soothing. “None of that matters now.” He smiled a small, gentle smile and flashed those limpid green eyes and watched her melt before him.
He thought about having a quick tumble with her now, get one more good fuck out of her while it was thoroughly safe to do so, but quashed the impulse. Sometimes, he’d learned from previous experience, having sex just confused the matter for these girls. Best that she think their physical relationship very much over and think of him as nothing more than a very generous friend.
“Thank you.” She said, humbly, and with tears in her eyes. “Now I remember why I fell for you.”
He kissed her on the cheek and bade her goodbye with the standing order to call him when she was ready.
She thanked him a few dozen more times on her way out. She was pretty sweet. Boring. But sweet.
He still hadn’t pulled her name out of his memory, but he was confident he’d remember it before she called to make the arrangements.
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