“Oh, fuck, you’re really hugging me tight inside. Keep doing what you’re doing,” Mack rasped as he pumped once more and hugged her close.
After her heart rate slowed and he caught his breath, she asked the question she’d been dreading. “Mack, ah, did you… Are you wearing protection?”
“Yeah.” He kissed her neck and moaned. “If I hadn’t, I would have lost it as soon as I entered you. You’re fucking hot.”
The tension of the moment passed, and she relaxed in his arms. “Good.”
He gently eased out of her and kissed her cheek. “I swear, I’ll always do my best to protect you, and, yeah, I know you don’t need protecting. You’re strong and smart and can kick my ass. But when I can, I will. I’d never not use a condom with you unless you said it was okay.”
She flushed, feeling bad for having doubted him.
“I’m not mad you asked,” he said, reading her mind. She felt his smile against her neck. “I’m actually kind of flattered.”
“Huh?” She turned around so she could look at him, not that she could see much since the moonlight through the window had shifted, now angled on the floor. “Flattered?”
“That you were so caught up you didn’t ask before you came.” His white smile glinted at her. “I made you lose your mind, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, well, you got lucky.”
“Did I.” Not a question but a statement with a smug grin attached.
She choked on a laugh. “Okay, you deserve a medal for waking me up the way you did. I don’t think I’ve ever had multiple orgasms before.” And hadn’t that been incredible. She had no idea her body could experience so much pleasure from sex.
“Er, yeah.” He rolled away and left the room, returning to join her once more under the blanket. “All clear.”
“What?”
“Condom free. I wrapped it and put in the trash.”
“Oh, right.” She felt herself blush, which was silly.
He stroked her hair and leaned in for a kiss. “Cass?”
“Yeah?” She kissed him back, feeling closer to him than anyone she’d ever been with.
“I meant to ask you earlier about something, but I kept going back and forth on it. And well, I kind of need to know.”
“What?” He could pretty much ask her anything and she’d say yes, as lethargic and contented as she now felt.
He sighed. “Tomorrow night, well, technically tonight, I guess, my mom and dad are having a Thanksgiving for the family. We almost never have all our off-time together. Mom wants us all to celebrate at dinner.”
“That’s nice.” For as large a family as they had with differing schedules, she could see how important it would be to get together when they could.
“I’d like it if you came with me. As my date.”
She tried to see him through the dark and couldn’t, so she reached around him to turn on the light. “Really?”
He looked both sleepy and a little alarmed, though that could just be her imagination. “Well, yeah. But it’s not really fair. I had so much fun with your parents tonight. My family dinner won’t be nearly as nice.”
“Why not?”
“My brothers can be a pain, and my mom’s pushy.”
“Not your dad?” She smiled.
He didn’t smile back. “Maybe you should forget I asked.”
“No, I want to come.” To see him with his family and figure out the weird dynamic she could sense but hadn’t yet seen.
