Page 28 of The Dare

“I know whatI’mhaving,” I announce, widening my eyes as I look Natasha over again. Unable to focus on anything except her.

With her crystal clear eyes, and long dark hair I can just tell she spent the most time on sits just right on her shoulders.

Those breasts though. Her thick, pebbled nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt.

The full, smooth globes I can already see our children feeding from.

The same breasts in mouth and hands as we make those children together.

I can see how much I was spoiled having her all to myself this afternoon, already wishing I’d done a hell of a lot more than just kiss her.

Our food arrives, after Suzanna orders as much ‘expensive’ food as she can, trying to hurt me financially.

Impossible.

Natasha’s mom scolds her quietly, but once we’re eating there’s not a lot to talk about. Renee makes attempts at small talk, asking what it is I do and where I’m from.

I can only give vague and obscure answers, and after a time it’s clear to everyone at the table I have no interest in talking about myself.

Everything and anything I have to say to Natasha isn’t exactly polite dinner table conversation either, and not for her mother or best friend’s ears.

Natasha picks at her food, and although I eat everything in front of me, I can’t taste a thing.

All I’m hungry for is sitting right across from me.

We all endure sitting through a forced dessert, which Suzanna insists on.

She looks a little green from eating so much, but I encourage her to have a double helping of the most expensive things they have.

Natasha shoots her friend more than one sour look over dinner, and always looks to me in apology, but I don’t mind. I don’t judge Natasha, least of all by the company she keeps.

It’s an issue I know we’ll have to face, like dealing with her mom at some point down the track.

For now, though, Renee is glancing nervously at her phone, checking the time, and starting to make noise about having to get ready for Natasha’s dad once we reach the next stop before the train carries on through the night.

One down, one to go. I reflect internally.

I don’t dislike Renee or even Suzanna. They seem nice enough, but they don’t factor in with my plans.

My growing need to not only kiss Natasha more but to claim her as my own.

To fill her with my seed, and once we’re clear of this train, to carry her into our new life together.

That’s all I want to talk about right now, and only with Natasha.

Hearing about her mom’s love life or her bratty friend’s attitude is just about to reach its peak when we’re finally done.

Dinner’s over and I take it on myself to remind Natasha that she’s still mine for the rest of the day.

Checking my watch, I estimate we have a few more hours.

Renee looks concerned again, but seeing the total for the bill as I sign for it without looking, then noticing just how much happier her daughter looks in my company, she seems to reach some peace with the idea.

“You’ll at least see me off when I have to go?” her mom asks, while Suzanna stifles a groan. Murmuring something about god and not being able to believe it.

“We all will,” I tell Renee confidently.

The sooner you’re all out of our hair the better.