Rebel At Heart

Chapter 22: And The War Starts

"You're what?"

"Dropping out of college."

I was sitting on the hospital bed beside Raini. Matt had a scowl on his face and Trenton was changing Rylyn's diaper.

"Why!?"

"All four of us are. It's just not for us. We were going to get a house and raise Rylyn there. Also, it helps out the guys."

"How?"

"They can have the altar in the basement."

Oh yeah. I forgot about the blood pizza satanic cult. Still, I had the recurring thought in my head of: What. The. Fuck.

It would never be answered but who cares.

Matt, Raini, Cas, and Trenton were all dropping out of college. Oh fucking well to that too. I had picked up a 'done with your bullshit' attitude since I found out I was pregnant. Not because of the baby, just for the hell of it. I was honestly done with people and their shit. I looked at my watch.

"Shit! I'm going to be late to class if I don't go now! Come on Blake!"

He rushed out the door with me and we sped back towards campus. I made it into class just in time. Blake, sliding into his favorite spot. Beside me.

Another lecture started, followed with two more pages of notes.

Blake pulled me against him and kissed me. Hard. I was bitchy to everyone all day and now, Blake was helping me relieve my stress.

"You're in control, babe. Show me just how pissy you are."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"That was..."

"Unexpected?"

"Unexpected but amazing."

I removed the condom Blake had on and tossed it into the trash. He let out a satisfied groan when I kissed the tip of his cock. I smiled at Blake and he rolled his eyes.

"If you keep up those looks and smiles, we'll have another two kids by the time you turn thirty."

"And you'll be dickless."

"Why would that be?"

"Because you weren't able to keep it in your pants."

"You're right. I keep it in you!"

I slapped his arm and turned a bright shade of red. Damn him and his sexual comments. They turn me on so fucking much it's unbelievable. I couldn't help it. Blake in general turned me on. Even now. Especially now.

His hair was sticking out at weird angles, his lips kiss-swollen, and his eyes. Oh his eyes. The fire that was ignited behind them was turn on alone.

"Holy hell."

"What?"

I realized my mistake.

"Shit did I say that out loud? I swear I didn't mean to."

"What were you thinking about?"

Now I peaked his curiosity.

"Nothing."

"I'm not going to ask you again."

"Nothing!"

He flipped me over pinning me to the bed. He started to rub himself against me. I moaned loudly.

"Tell me."

"No."

"Tell me or so help me god I will fuck you so hard you won't walk for a month. Tell me what the hell you're thinking of."

I had to give in, even though the offer on angry sex was more than pleasing thought. I would have to inform him of that later.

The thought of rough angry sex made me want to tell him more. Just to see how he would react of course. I knew he would react just by his mood.

"I was thinking about how attractive you are. How much of a turn on you truly are. Even when you don't try."

"Continue."

"How your eyes have that flame behind them when you're angry. And your hair has that look. Your kiss-swollen lips."

"I know there's more about my eyes than just the angry flame. Tell me."

"But angry sex sounds like it would be fun."

"Dammit Boston tell me!"

I was feeling bold today.

"No."