Slaying Slade - Black Sails - Book 2

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Chapter 14

Sid

We are now down to 13 days left. Slade has been really nice and actually kind of sweet the past several days. Not really talking much, but I figured that he was just all talked-out. I'm pretty sure that we have successfully achieved impregnation. I was supposed to have had my period by now but nothing has happened yet. I won't know for sure though until we get out of here and back home. Home! Where I will be chastised and, no doubt, shamed for getting pregnant out of wedlock. The small community that we live in will shun me for sure. I bet I won't even be able to go to the grocery store by the time my mother and father get done spreading the "horrid" news with everyone. The principal of the little elementary school that I teach at is one of my father's closest friends, and I wouldn't put it past them all to get me fired from my job for immoral behavior, which is in the employment contract. What the fuck have I done?

"Hey? You okay?" Slade walks over and sits next to me.

"Yeah. No. I don't know. I didn't think things through all the way, I guess. I don't have any regrets about wanting to be a mom, but I'm just thinking now that instead of going back to Arizona that I may be better off starting over somewhere else. I told you how overly Godly my parents are, and they will have no qualms with making my life so miserable that I would rather go to Hell than face them. And since my dad is best buddies with the principal at my school, I have no doubts that as soon as I do actually get pregnant, then I will get fired from my job. I love my job. I just don't know what I'm suppose to do now, you know." I proclaim.

"Well, you know..." he starts to say, getting a small grin on his face.

"What? What do I know?" I ask, puzzled.

"Why don't you just come stay with me for a while? Back in Idaho?" he states. I know that I am giving him a crazy ass look because he starts to explain his position on the matter. "Just hear me out. Where I'm from isn't a very big town, but the people are very open and welcoming. They don't judge, and you'd fit right in. There is a couple of schools nearby, so you wouldn't have any trouble finding a new job where people won't treat you shitty. Plus, I've got my eye on that land just outside of town, where I want to build my house. I could give you a small part of it, just so you won't have to worry about where you'll live or anything. Things work out funny, but I'm resourceful and smart. I don't mind helping you out, you know. After all, you have been letting me do some pretty kinky shit to you so it's the least I can do really." he says, letting out a chuckle and I'm now thinking about him filling my ass with his cock.

I shake my head and let out a laugh. "Thank you for the offer. Tell me about Idaho." I say. I can't believe this guy. How sweet and thoughtful is he?!

Slade tells me all about the fairly harsh winters and the very beautiful summers. We talk more about the property that he is wanting to buy, and told me how he had already spoken to a realtor before leaving for this contest. He tells me about how he wants to start farming and build a house and what it will all look like when it is fully up and running. It all sounds so wonderful, and I'm honestly a bit jealous of whoever he ends up with in life because they will get to share this dream with him. I dream at night that we are holding each other and saying 'I love you' to each other, but a guy like Slade doesn't love. He made sure to tell me that in his many stories that involve him and his never ending line of one-nighters. I'll just keep it all bottled up. I don't want to make the last few days here weird by opening my damn mouth and saying something stupid. I could see if now. I would tell Slade that I have grown to love him, and he would flip out. Maybe cuss my existence, maybe tear some shit up around camp. I just don't want to rock the boat, so to speak.

I come out of my personal trepidations when Slade gives me a nudge. "You didn't hear a damn thing I just said, did you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't. I was off in my own thoughts. What were you saying?" I ask, letting out a playful giggle. Don't be so fucking weird, Sid.

"Not important. We have about an hour before sunset, let's go for a night swim." he says, pulling me to my feet from the sand. I nod and start stripping out of my clothes. No sense in putting on a swim suit because he's seen it all now anyway. The water feels so good and I know that I will miss this when we leave. I won't miss the sand, but I will miss the ocean.

The rest of the night goes by so fast. We heat up some packs of ramen that I had brought with me, and we talk more about Idaho. "I own my house in Arizona, so I will put it on the market to sell and use that money to live on until our prize check clears. It just sucks that I have to go back there at all, you know." I say to Slade as we lay down for the night.

"If you want, I can go with you. We can fly into Boise together, grab a van and cargo trailer from the club with a couple of the guys. Many hands make for light work. We can get your house packed up in a couple of days. That should be quick enough that no one will even know you are back in town or that you have left back out." he offers.

"That would be fantastic, actually. You don't think your friends will mind going and helping some boring old school teacher?" I ask.

"No, they won't bat an eyelash twice at me asking. It's part of being in the club. We look out for each other, help each other out, have each others backs. I'll just have to make sure they know you aren't available for them, and it will be good." he says, shrugging his shoulders.

"What do you mean by I'm not available to them? I don't understand." I am so confused.

"You're mine now, Sid. No one else can have you. We are moving you to Idaho, and even if you don't live with me then you and I will work it out." he says, so nonchalantly. The confused look on my face must be speaking on my behalf, because he goes on to say, "You have to know that I care about you. Plus, my dick has ruined you for any other man. You're stuck with me now, like it or not. You'll be my old lady when we get back." he smiles.

The wave of nausea hits me and I sprint to the tree line and empty what little I had in my stomach. Nerves. That's what I will tell myself because I can't risk getting my hopes up that I could be pregnant and that my life could actually possess some meaning. I feel a hand on my back, his giant hand massaging up and down my spine. "You're knocked up, aren't you?" he asks. I look over my shoulder and he has this shit-eating grin on his face. I vomit again, then drop to my knees from the exhaustion of it. Slade scoops me up and takes me to the shelter to lay down. He then brings me a canteen of water to drink.

"If you would, look in my pack and get one of those electrolyte packets out. I'll need that so I won't be dehydrated from tossing my guts up." I say, wiping my forehead of the sweat. Handing me the supplement, he still is grinning like a mad person. "Why are you smiling like that? A woman throwing up brings you happiness?" I ask him.

"Not really, but knowing that the woman I have grown to love is throwing up because my little spawn is worming around inside her belly...that does it for me plenty." he says, crawling up next to me and cuddling.

"You love me?" I whisper out.

"Yeah, you dummy. I figured you knew without me having to say anything. Hell, I've been saying it in your ear while you sleep, hoping it would just implant into your thoughts. You better say you love me back, though." he says, giving my ribs a light jab.

"I do love you, but I didn't want to say so soon because I didn't want to trigger your temper." I say, jabbing him back.

"We've got 13 days left here, you know. In less than two weeks, we will both have a little more money than what we had coming here. I have to be honest. I can't let you raise a baby of mine and not be in the picture. I know what our deal was, and I thought I could just let you go, but I have to ask if we can renegotiate the terms." he says, propping himself up on his elbow.

Placing my hands over my stomach, I look up at him. "You have such a full life, Slade. You've told me about the partying and the women and how busy you stay with your club life. A baby and me would only interfere with that. As much as I wish I could be the one to settle you down and be a family man, you have to decide when you want to do that, and it can't be done out of some obligation to me that I need a man to take care of me. I agreed to move with you to Idaho and start my life over, and I am thankful for that, but I can't be the one that forces you from the things that are a part of you." I breathe out. I know that this will be the wedge that drives him away, but I can't lie to myself and pretend that we can have happily ever after. My life doesn't work that way, and even if he says that he wants me now, I know the minute he is back around his club people then the whores will be flocking to him and he will forget about me and my average self.

"You don't know what I want, and you can't tell me what I can and can't do, Sid." he says, placing a hand over mine on my stomach. "My loyalty to my club, that won't ever change. They come first. But what I can promise you is this...I won't cheat on you, I'll never lie to you, and I'll never let anyone hurt you unless they have a death wish. Stop doubting yourself. You are far better than you give yourself credit for. You are humble and set goals for yourself. You're smart, which is good because I need someone around that can outsmart my ass from time to time. I'm not asking you to marry me, at least not yet, but I don't want to have a life where you aren't in it." he says, moving his hand back and forth over mine.

"I've got to puke again." is all I can say before making a beeline for the trees again. This shit sucks!

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