I’ll admit, filling a woman with my seed never interested me before, but I get it now. I understand the primal need to have my woman full of me, even if there’s no way it can take root. I don’t even know if that’s something Lexi wants, but ultimately, it’ll be her decision to make.
It’s not my body that has to grow a child and then push it out, and therefore I don’t get a say.
I just want my woman to be happy, no matter what that looks like.
Time passes slowly as we each try to catch our breath, but I make no move to pull out. She’s so warm and snug, I’d spend the rest of my life inside her if I thought she’d let me.
Lexi presses her forehead to the cool glass while I drop mine to her shoulder.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over how perfect she feels in the afterglow. The quiet moments after sex where we’re both at our most vulnerable, basking in each other’s warmth and comfort.
It’s everything I never knew I needed.
When Lexi starts shifting from foot to foot, I carefully withdraw and lift her into my arms. I carry her into the bedroom and carefully lay her on the bed.
Once I’ve fetched a warm cloth, I wipe away the evidence of our releases while she watches me with sleepy eyes.
I discard the towel in the general direction of the hamper before crawling into bed beside her and Pancake.
Tugging Lexi across the mattress until she’s plastered against me, her ass cups my semi-hard cock in the way I’ve become addicted to.
“You’re everything to me, Wildcat,” I murmur.
“I see that now,” she whispers.
It’s not until her breathing evens out and she lets out a tiny snore that I allow myself to relax enough for sleep to drag me under.
I need to neutralize the threat against her, and then I’ll be putting a ring on her finger so she’ll truly be mine in every single way possible.
Just like she was always meant to be.
FORTY-SEVEN
LEXI
Sneaking out of bed for a second time in one night is not a habit I want to get into, but between my screaming bladder and Pancake tapping my cheek for breakfast, I don’t have much choice.
Once I’ve taken care of business, I slip into one of Colten’s discarded shirts and a pair of sweats that definitely don’t belong to me if the number of times I have to roll the waistband to hold them up is anything to go by.
A yawn escapes me as I pad through the apartment toward Pancake’s castle. I wish I could say I was exaggerating with the title I’ve donned it with, but there’s no other way to describe it.
The tower takes up an entire wall, between the bathroom and the kitchen, with her litter tray in a cupboard on one side, the feline version of a jungle gym in the middle, and then another cupboard on the other side where all her food, snacks, and toys are kept.
I have no clue where Colten found this thing, but it took him four hours to construct. An hour of that could have been avoided if he’d followed the instructions, but all pointing that out earned me was a spanking.
Now that I think about it, maybe I should order some more things for him to build and me to supervise.
Pancake meows impatiently as I prepare her breakfast, but if she wanted speed and efficiency, she should have woken Colten.
Once she’s happily munching on her food, I move to where I left my phone on the desk last night.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t annoyed with Colten’s confession last night.
How is it possible that he had feelings so strong he was literally stalking me, but he never thought to clue me in on those feelings?
Okay, so some of the frustration is probably internal because I never made mine clear to him either, but that’s not the point.
The screen lights up, and my chest tightens until I can’t drag in a breath.
