Page 22 of Spin the Damn Bottle

God, yes.

“That will only happen once I have an attachment of my own. To ensure we don’t get our feelings messed up.”

I want to tell him I don't have any feelings for him, and that's actually true. I mean, I like Cain. I don't trust him much, but I like him. He's fun, and he was trying to keep me updated when I was away. That was nice. But he doesn't wreak havoc on my insides. I don't think of him unless he's in front of me. We're literally just friends. Not even that. Friendly. And if he weren't here right now, with his cock out, as I'm getting fucked faster and faster, I'd never even consider thinking about him as a sexual partner.

I can’t say all that because I’m too busy moaning, panting, and curling my toes.

"You…" I managed. "Last summer. All of you we—were screwing some girl."

Jason's grunt morphs into a throaty snicker. "Some girl. Notmywoman." He curses and lowers his mouth to mine, his thrusts growing frantic. His kiss is hot and deep and over all too soon. Jason peels his face from mine to turn to Cain.

"Did you know my gorgeous doll isn't on the pill?"

"Holy shit.” His voice sounds throaty, bringing my attention to him.

"It's my second time fucking her bare. The first didn't take. This one might. Wouldn't you like that, Nadia?"

"No, I would not!" I say, determined.

"And yet you let me fuck you raw, so you're not entirely against it, are you doll?"

I've never even considered children, and if I had, it wouldn't be something I’d think aboutnow. Maybe we can have kids in ten years. Or twenty.

Something hits me then.

We.

I thought “we,” as in Jason and I. Not me with some random guy I'll meet in the future. I can imagine the two of us clearly, screwing, and laughing, and fighting, and screwing some more.

That's the first time I understand what he's been trying to tell me for a while. That he sees it too, that remote future where I’m still with him. His.

"Jason!" It's too much. He's found a spot so intense I could black out, and the head of his cock keeps pummeling it.

"Almost, doll. Hold it for just a few more moments."

"I…" Holy shit. I scream. “Can't."

"You can. Come with me. Just a little longer."

I wouldn't have thought it possible, but he's getting faster and deeper and I think, bigger too. I've crossed the threshold of pleasure and moved into pain, yet somehow, I want more, more, more.

"Now. Come with menow."

I explode around him, tears in my eyes, and losing all sense of where, or even who I am.

Other than his.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Cain soon excuses himself to go clean up, as he’s come all over his hand and his pants. He doesn't return.

I don't know how long I stay in bed with Jason. I don't think I can move and if I could, I wouldn't want to.

This is nice. Uncomplicated. Neither of us talks, probably unwilling to get back to reality for a little longer. The reality where I still have a psycho after me because of my involvement with him. The reality where I have to end things.

My stomach grumbles, unceremoniously interrupting the comfortable silence.

"I guess we did use up a fair bit of energy," Jace chuckles. "Let's order some food."