Broken

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Pippa's POV

I entered the kitchen in silence, my bare feet skimming the cold floor as I walked. The front lights were switched on in the lounge facing the kitchen, I kept the back lights off as I heard giggling. Yep a fucking giggle, last time I checked I was the only girl who lived in this house.

"You're beautiful, you know that don't you?" I hear Liams voice and my eyes flicker towards the sofa where he is lay.

"Liam,stop it. You're boss and brother are upstairs." The girl replies playfully to him as she is sat on his lap. I stay behind the counter for a few minutes preparing my orange juice and they still don't notice.

"What's taking you so long, baby?" Jackson's fun-loving voice comes from behind me and I let out a small laugh as he spins me round. Liam turns round startled by our presence.

"Shit." Liam curses and he is pushed off her,as the girl stands up. Jackson slowly puts me down and looks to Liam.

"Somebody's getting laid tonight." Jackson chimes and I hit him lightly. I look at the tanned girl, with spiral curls twisted into an afro and smile warmly.

"Excuse him, he's a little drunk, I'm Pippa by the way. Liams friend." I extend an arm to her and she shakes it politely.

"I'm Shia, Liam's...err." she stops and looks to Liam and I hold back a smile as Jackson's arms stroke the waist band of my shorts. He casually bites my bra strap and I nudge him off.

"She's my girlfriend. Shia this is Jackson and his girlfriend...clearly." Liam gestures to Jackson who is kissing my neck, chuckling to himself.

"Sorry Liam, didn't mean to interrupt I just needed a drink." I held up the orange juice in defence and looked apologetically at his girlfriend.

"We'll be going now." I turn around and push Jackson out the kitchen door, he stops just before he's out the door fully.

"No sex on sofa we have to sit on that tomorrow." Liam smacks his head in frustration and I hear Shia laugh a little.

"Move now, gang lord." I push him harder, he stumbles and mocks sadness, pouting as we walk up the stairs. I take a sip of my orange juice and sit on the bed. Jackson closes the door and kneels in front of me, rubbing my thighs with force. I place my orange juice in his hands and he puts it on the dresser before returning on his knees.

It's been a week since we first found out I was pregnant and we have both had the best week of our lives. It's been constant fun, Jackson has had his first drink of the week because I allow him to drink on the weekends now. I wish I could drink with him but I can't, obviously.

"Take these off." He commands, his hands riding up into the shorts, I shake my head and he growls.

"No?" He growls again at me and I un-buckle his pants which gets his attention.

"What are you doing?" He's stripped to his boxers and he stands up. I stand up to, pushing my body against his and watch him look down to me.

"You said there are plenty of ways to have sex, now tell me what you want me to do." I whisper, my lips mere inches away from his. A smirk creeps onto them and he pushed me down to my knees. I pull down his boxers and he is so hard for me. Before I'm about to start he stops me, standing me up and pulling his boxers back up. I smile at the bulge and look to him confused.

"Not tonight baby,if we're gonna do it I want have all of you. I promise you." I can't help but feel a bit proud of him, I mean any other girl he probably wouldn't have stopped pregnant or not. He still finds subtle ways to show me I'm his.