She responds by moaning in my ear and wrapping her legs higher around my waist, changing the angle and holy shit, taking me even deeper. The sound that comes out of me is animalistic, raw. My balls tighten, that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine, but I'm not ready for this to end. Not by a long shot.
I slow down, gritting my teeth against the urge to just let go. Her eyes open, questioning, pupils blown wide with want.
"God, I need to slow down," I mutter, trying to catch my breath. "Or this'll be over way too fucking fast."
I'm barely holding on here. Each time she clenches around me, it's like a vice grip on my dick that sends lightning up my spine. Not some poetic bullshit, actual fucking electricity. My balls are drawn up tight, ready to explode.
I drop my head to her shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin. My arms are shaking from holding myself up, muscles burning like I've been at the gym for hours. But this is better than any workout I've ever had.
"Matthew," she moans, her voice all breathy and desperate. That sound alone nearly pushes me over the edge.
I slide my hand between us, finding that spot that makes her arch against me. She's slick, hot, and when I press down with my thumb, she cries out, arching into me. Her inner walls clench around me, and fuck, there's no holding back anymore.
"I'm gonna-" I don't even finish the sentence. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, and then I'm coming harder than I ever have in my life.
My body shakes as I ride out the waves, my fists clenching the sheets so tight my knuckles turn white. "Holy fuck," I gasp, struggling to catch my breath. My chest heaves as I collapse back onto the mattress, sweat making my skin slick against hers.
She gives me that smirk I've come to both love and hate. The one that says she knows exactly what she just did to me.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, falling beside her, running a trembling hand through my hair. "That was... fuck."
"I know," she says, rolling onto her side and tracing patterns on my chest. Her finger leaves goosebumps in its wake.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to make my brain work again. It feels like she's scrambled everything inside my head. My legs are still twitching, aftershocks rippling through me.
"What are you thinking?" she asks, and I can hear the satisfaction in her voice.
I smile and answer honestly. "I just had sex with Brooke Masters."
Her smile dims a little. "Right."
Something in her tone makes my post-orgasm high falter. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she says, rolling out of bed on the other side. She wraps the sheet around herself like I didn't just kiss every inch of her body moments ago.
"Where are you going?" I ask as she heads for the bathroom.
The only answer is the door slamming shut, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened. I stare at the closed door, my brain struggling to catch up. One minute we're having mind-blowing sex, and the next she's locking herself in the bathroom?
I'm still laying here wondering what the fuck just happened when the door opens again.
"The condom split," she says and slams the door again.
Fuck.
Chapter Five
Brooke
I decide to soak in a bath. The water’s too hot at first, hot enough that I shiver, but I don’t care. I slide down until the water laps over my shoulders and close my eyes.
It’s not pain, exactly. Not fromthatanyway. The split condom, while traumatic, is an easy enough fix. I’ll get the morning-after pill when I land in New York tomorrow, and besides, I’m not even in my fertile window.
That part about Matthew’s clean bill of health doesn’t scare me either. I know he is safe.
Whatdoesis everything else.
I blow out a long breath and lean back against the tub, trying to relax, but my mind keeps circling back to one thing. It’s stupid, really, with something as huge as potential motherhood hanging over me, but it’s not the condom that’s bothering me.
