I was going to be a dad.
I had Bay Astor pregnant.
She was never going to be free of me.
“Harder.”
Fuck. Me.
This woman knows exactly how to get under my skin, and I’m supposed to have the upper hand here. My lips collide with hers in a flurry of hunger, tongue, and heavy breathing as her ass bangs against the refrigerator.
A cereal box or something falls to the wayside above, but neither one of us cares. The house is quiet except for our grunts and moans. The sloppy kiss turns into a full makeout session, and my balls clench in unadulterated pleasure and need.
No one else has ever felt like this.
It doesn’t compare to the mindless fucks or dozens of blowjobs I’ve gotten in the last few weeks.
And, yes, cool your fuckin’ jets. I’m clean, wore condoms, and washed my dick with an antibacterial wipe afterward.
Whether that was before or after I passed the fuck out.
However, I love the fact Bay hasn’t questioned where my dick has been. Her trust is almost as equally annoying as her impatience for me to be inside her again.
I don’t know if I should kiss her harder or bitch at her for being so damn reckless all the fucking time.
“Right there,” Bay mutters against my lips, her voice breathy and utterly intoxicating. “Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t if I tried.
She has that damn effect on me, and there’s no point in me trying to deny it. Not only would it be a waste of time, but I’m too damn sober to convince myself otherwise.
My withdrawals are still fleeting, more so than not, but this right here is something I can lose myself in, and the aftermath is exactly the same. Me on some galaxy-ridden high that sends me star-trekking through space, time, and sometimes reality.
I just wish I could get rid of some of the paranoia that warns me from walking down the same path I did with her before.
Losing myself again on blow, the trips and random people, I barely survived her the first time.
I won’t again.
“Come on my dick,” I order gruffly, squeezing her ass for added effect. “And you’re going to invite me to sleep over so I can get my fix.”
“Levi is here.”
“There’s room for that big fucker if he wants in.” I lick at her mouth teasingly. “However, I don’t think he can handle both of us.”
A small chuckle rumbles from her chest, and it sends another wave of lust coursing through my veins. “Be nice.”
“Fuck him.”
“I already did.”
I propel deeper inside her, not appreciating the reminder.
Not that it lasts long.
Like I said, I can’t blame Bay for breaking off a piece of Wallace for herself. I’ll just have to live vicariously through her since he’s too straight to have any fun.
“You can keep reminding me, McQueen,” I emit smoothly. “I’m just going to take that as you wanting me to fuck you.”
