The Free Pass

Chapter 7

Shawn

"Mallory...we're here, hun. Wake up," I said quietly, not wanting to startle her.

We'd been parked for five minutes, and I'd been watching her sleep. She was lovely. And sexy. I'd spent a lot of today wondering if it was okay for us to have a physical relationship. I sensed that she was into me. She blushed when I complimented her, and sometimes I caught her looking at me with a look that I knew from experience meant interest. Or more specifically lust.

Would it be wrong to take things to that level? It's not like we hadn't done it before. And Jesus, if we were going to possibly be living together, it would be a hell of a lot more enjoyable if we were messing around.

"I'm awake," she said as her eyes fluttered open. She then smiled at me. I liked her smile; it was so warm.

I grabbed the leftovers out of the back seat and locked up the Jeep. We took the elevator up to my floor and went in the condo.

"Your family is amazing," Mallory said as she took off her coat.

"I agree with you. And I'm really glad you had a good day with them," I replied as I took it and hung it up in the closet.

"It's quite the juxtaposition to my family. I wish mine made you feel like your family made me feel."

"Maybe one day things will be better."

"Maybe," she said as she took a seat on the couch, curling her legs underneath her.

I sat down next to her and wanted so badly to touch her. She was gorgeous; more gorgeous now than she'd been when we met. What did they say about pregnant women? That they glow? She was positively radiant. The sun paled in comparison.

I took a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. She looked at me and bit her plump pink bottom lip. Did she want what I wanted right now?

I'd started feeling attracted to her over Thanksgiving. It was such a tense visit, but when we were alone together, it was better. She put me at ease. It wasn't weird that I felt these urges, right? I mean fuck, I'd felt them before. Big time. When I'd first laid eyes on her at the music festival, I knew I wanted her. That's why I'd walked over to her booth. After talking to her a bit, it became more than just physical. I liked her.

Why hadn't I texted her or called her after that September night? I kept asking myself that. She was definitely different from the other one-nighters, in the best possible way. She lived so far away that it wasn't really worth pursuing. Instead I'd moved on to other girls.

I took my hand and moved it to her face, cupping her jaw. I leaned in slightly, watching her reaction. She closed her eyes and tilted her pink lips towards me. Oh yeah, she did want this.

"Is this okay?" I asked softly.

She nodded.

I kissed her. It started off soft, but soon grew more passionate. As we kissed, I remembered just how perfect her mouth felt on mine.

Gently, I pulled Mallory onto my lap so that she was straddling me. We kissed with a fervor that assured me that she wanted this as much as I did. I began to remove her clothing, pulling off her sweater and tank top. She responded by unbuttoning my shirt.

"Bedroom?" I asked her, my breath labored.

"Yes," she replied.

I picked her up and carried her to my room where things progressed. I was slightly aware that a baby was inside her, but I pushed those thoughts out of my head. I wanted to focus just on Mallory. When we were done, she stayed in my bed. I pulled her into my arms, and that's how we slept.