My dick is as hard as a light post and almost as long. I slide my hand up and down as I suck Ronnie’s clit. Before either of us comes, I pour in one more shot, and ram my cock in. The vodka runs out around my balls and down her ass cheeks.
Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is open. I grab her hips and drag her in tight to me. Then I pull back and push in again. My thumb massages her clit, and she tosses her head from side to side.
My erection slides in and out as I thrust harder and faster. I can’t get deep enough. Something inside makes me need to leave my mark on her soul, as she’s left hers on mine.
I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful when she climaxes than Ronnie is when the spasms take over, and her body clenches down. It’s as though she’s sealing us together.
Like every time, when she comes, it triggers my own orgasm. I curl my hips forward, jamming my cock as deep as I can. My cum shoots out, hot and wet, into her warm and welcoming pussy.
She rises up and throws her arms around me as I pump my seed into her.
My seed.
Oh. Fuck.
She lies onto the table, her hand over her heart, her breaths labored. The smile on her face is absolutely radiant.
I drag my finger down her cheek. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She giggles. “I’m fucking crazy. Who lets someone pour vodka into their twat?”
I smile and pull out. “You. And that makes you sexy as fuck.”
I run my hands up her thighs and sink my thumbs where my cock just was. “Peaches, I have some bad news.”
She closes her eyes as I work in and out of her slit, one thumb after the other. Each time I pull one out, it circles her clit while the other shoves inside.
Her back arches and she gives me a hmm.
“I got so heated up that I forgot the condom.”
My eyes fly open, and I bolt upright. “You did what?”
“I forgot protection.” At least he has the good manners to look sheepish.
I push his hands away and drag my skirt over my legs. Hopping off the table, I run for the bathroom.
When I come back from having a shower, Jackson sits on the sofa, his White Russian in hand.
He looks up, his green eyes troubled. “Look, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what happened. I was in the moment and—”
I tighten the belt on my robe. Even my newly discovered love doesn’t make the prospect of getting pregnant any less terrifying. “No worries. I’m on the pill. It’ll be fine.”
Hopefully the pills have had time to get into my system.
He reaches for me, hooking his finger into my belt and dragging me to stand between his legs. “It would be fine either way.”
Jack pulls me into his arms, his head against my belly. “I mean, I don’t shirk my responsibilities. If anything happens, we’ll take care of it.”
Take care of it?
What does he mean, take care of it?
He looks up, those sage-green eyes almost sparkling.
I wriggle out of his hold. As calmly as I can manage, I say, “I think it’s time for you to go, Jackson.”
What the hell? How can he do that? All happy and shit about taking care of it if anything should happen.
My brain may explode.
He frowns. “What’s wrong?”
Crossing my arms, I glare. “Just go. Please.”
He scratches his head, his brows drawn together. “I don’t—”
I stalk out of the room. “Please lock up on your way out.”
He rushes to follow me, but I have a head start. I slam and lock the bedroom door before he makes it inside. I lean against the door.
He bangs a couple of times. “C’mon, Peaches. Tell me what I said wrong. I thought you’d be glad. It won’t cost you a dime. Ever.”
I scream at the top of my lungs. “Get out!”
Mumbling drifts off down the hallway. The front door opens and closes.
Good. Be gone.
I open the bedroom door, yelling, “Asshole.”
Decode the Man in Your Life
Chapter [9]: Men Don’t Play Games
Correction: Men Don’t Play Fair.
The sun is out, and the temperature breathes spring, even though it’s only a couple of days into February. There is definitely something to be enjoyed about mild winters.
I let myself in through the gate at the side of the nursery. Hopefully Dave’s here. I rub the spot under my breast bone where my nausea has rolled around all morning. I have to get this over with.
It’s time I put us both out of our misery. Even with me and Jack on the outs, the chemistry between Dave and me is nonexistent. There’s no way I can win this bet if I can’t get him to even start falling for me.
Brushing aside a flowering vine that’s obviously confused about the season, I step around the corner. I smile when Dave steps out of the back door. As I raise my hand to wave, he stops and turns.