New life.
New start.
Freedom.
No going back after this.
It’s a line.
I’m crossing it.
For the first time in my life, I’m being bad.
I’m off course. I’m off schedule. I’mlost. I’m happy.
I’m—“Condoms?”
Fuck.
Fuck fuckfuck.
Her eyes are dancing. “All out.”
“Fuuuuuuuck.”
“IUD,” she says.
I stare at her a minute while the letters sink in.
Her grin gets grinnier. “It’s birth control.”
“I know that, you little pain in the ass.”
She wiggles beneath me, teasing my cock, but now with her bare pussy, andfuck me fuck me fuck me, what’s control again?
“This is where you confess if you have any STIs that I need to worry about,” she says while she glides her fingernails over my shoulders again.
I shake my head into her breasts. “No fooling around for—I’m clear.”
“Who would’ve thought we’d havethatin common,” she murmurs.
And it’s the freaking funniest thing in the world.
Grits.
The grits were spiked.
That’s the only explanation for my mood.
Other than?—
Nope.
Doesn’t matter.
Daphne tightens her legs around me and scrapes her nails up my neck, and absolutely nothing else matters.
Nothing but her sweet pussy and my raging hard-on and kissing her pecan pie coffee skin and breathing in the scent of freedom and new beginnings and her arousal while listening to the sound of her sucking in another breath as I scrape my teeth over her nipple.
