SURROGATE : Conception (+18) BOOK 1 (COMPLETE)

| 8 | Let's Pretend Make Believe ||

Of course she imagined her first time. More so when she was a young teen. She thought this moment would have come a long while back, but she didn't have the guts when she actually had the means and the man.

She swallowed.

She couldn't back out this time. There was a lot riding on this. She took a deep breath. She'd thought about this a lot, and never did this scenario enter her mind.

A soft knock on the door made her look over her shoulder.

She cleared her throat. "Come in." She put down the brush she was using to brush out her hair and faced the opening door.

"Oh look, honey. She's all fresh and clean for you. How considerate." Mrs. Rogan strolled right into the room reminding Penelope that she was a visitor.

"Frida wanted to--"

"Be a part of the experience. You know, it's teamwork that makes it all work."

Another deep breath when Mrs. Rogan sat in the chair near the bookcase. She pulled out her phone and allowed it to capture her attention.

Penelope frowned and looked back toward Mr. Rogan who was still standing near the door. She approached him with her hand over the towel that was wrapped around her body.

"If it's going to make you uncomfortable, I'll have her leave." He said, his voice was low, almost intimate.

Penelope shook her head. She wasn't expecting an audience, but she wasn't expecting a lot of things that happened in her life. She was just rolling with the punches and it seemed life liked to aim right at her face. "It's fine." She laughed hesitantly. "I'll just pretend she's not there."

He nodded and looked away with a big exhale. "If you weren't ready, I could have given you more time to--"

"No. It's okay. I am ready. I-I wasn't sure how to, uh, present myself." She let out a nervous laugh.

Both Mr. Rogan and Penelope's attention snapped to Frida when they heard her snickering in the corner. Her attention was on the glowing screen in her lap.

Mr. Rogan exhaled and pinched his nose. "Ignoring her might be harder than expected."

Penelope turned his face to focus on hers and his frown loosened as his crystalline eyes examined her expression. "It's ok. We can do this." She wasn't sure if she was talking to him or to herself.

He let out an unsteady breath before he placed his hand on her waist and pulled her toward him. His gaze fell to her mouth before he leaned down and pressed their lips together. She exhaled into the kiss allowing the flowing heat to wash through her body.

Her hands were on his chest and smoothed up to wrap around his neck. A soft moan slipped into her mouth as both his hands pulled her against him.

Cackling laughter made them both start out of the moment and look toward the woman sitting in the corner. Mr. Rogan glared into the dim lit space.

"Frida seriously do you really think--"

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm not even looking. Do what you must." She waved her hands as if dismissing a child.

Penelope grabbed his fist and put it back around her middle. "Hey, it's okay." She said, stroking his stubbled face. She wasn't even sure she believed herself. She just wanted to hurry up and get pregnant so this awkward ass shit could be done. The hair was growing on his beard and mustache.

He kissed her again leading her closer to the bed.

Dark laughter from the corner of the room made him pause then he growled and turned toward the other woman in the dim lighting.