Ride Or Die

Sequel~ Little Peace of Heaven

Little piece of heaven

It was only 7:34 the next morning by the time Paisley James was sprawled out on the tile of the bathroom floor, releasing the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She had shut and locked the door then turned on the fan to muffle any noises she tried to hold down as she threw up continously. Fuck, this was like the gift that kept giving. Paisley was tired, her body was limp and exhausted, it was like the being inside of her was devouring every ounce of energy she had managed to muster up. She felt helpless, not to mention the lack of support she had. Not due to anyone's fault but her own, though because she refused to tell anyone about her little pregnancy secret. Her fingers dove into the front of her hair and trailed down, pulling out a few tangles. Suddenly here was a knock on the door that made the girl on the floor jump and her right hand fly to cover her chest. "Baby, you okay?" Jason's husky morning voice rang through the door. Paisley panicked quietly as she attempted to pull herself from the floor and flush the toilet. Soon after she primped in the mirror, she swung the door opened. Jason was standing there with droopy eyes, but a flawless complexion. He had his forearm pushed against the door frame above his head as he leaned slightly into it. "Gesh, I had to pee, don't get your boxers in a twist," She muttered in fake irritation as she pushed past him only making the strong figure stumble barely before regaining composure. He turned to watch Paisley climb back into the bed, his eyes becoming harsh, "What's with the attitude?" The girl's shoulders rose than fell as she slumped back into the pillows. All the sudden, secretive James felt even worse about hiding such a big thing from Jason. And that feeling only increased as he found his way back under the sheets then slithered his arms around her waist and pulled her back into his solid body.

"Good morning, princess," He sang into her ear lowly for just the two of them to hear once she woke the next morning. She smiled warmly back to him, "Hi." He leaned down to press his gentle lips to her temple before pulling away and staring into her eyes, "You hungry?" He was trying to throw the covers off his body before sliding out of the bed, but she stopped him right before he made it. She caught him by the hand and pulled him back to lay down where she crawled on top of him and closed her eyes, "No, just lay with me." Jason chuckled to himself before tickling the girl's back with his finger tips and taking in the comfortable moment. "Are you sure? I could make you some chocolate chip pancakes?" He urged on and suddenly Paisley's ears perked at the idea. "Chocolate chips pancakes?!" She cooed to herself then nodded and literally nearly shoved him from the bed, "What are you doing laying around, your girls is hungry." He shook his head, still laughing as he pulled the basketball shorts from the floor and over the boxers. He figured he should also add a shirt so he grabbed a white tank top that defined his muscles.

By the time Paisley caught another glimpse of him, he was already changed, yet still as sexy as ever. Especially with such a defining tank top. "Do you have to look like that?" She exaggerated as he made his way out with door with a smirk planted firmly on his face. "God damn," She muttered once he had left.

Paisley slipped into a pair of tight black jeans, a white bandeau, and a maroon zip up leather jacket that came down about mid torso. Her make up was smokey tint but pale lips, and finally once she finished, she was proud. Jason had came back in the room by the gorgeous black haired girl was finished primping in the mirror. She smiled into the reflection next to hers, Jason's eyes were bulging. The tray of food was instantly set on the dresser and he was at her side in the speed of light. In just a moment, he had her hair moved on one shoulder and his lips pressed to the exposed skin on the other. "Jasee," She drug out the vowels of his name as the suction of his lips sent shivers through her entire body. He only hummed, not once releasing the skin. Before she knew it, her neck was leaning to the side only to expose more olive tanned skin. For him, it was just more playing ground. She loved the feeling it created in the pit of her stomach. A slight moan escape Paisley before she realized what was happening, she ducked from his grip in a fit of laughter. "Jason!" She shrieked as she studied the red mark that was appearing at the base of her neck. He chuckled back at the hicky as well, "Shit," he commented while running his index finger over the "battle wound."

Paisley gasped as she applied coat after coat of concealer to the mark and still it wouldn't go away. "I hate you," She scowled at him playfully. Jason's mouth hung opened as he reached over and drug her body into his, "You love me." The coolness of his breath against my ear made me jolt and made electricity swarm my body.

God, the things this boy does to me.