“Yes, Daddy,” I sob, the words torn from me in surprise as the last spasms wrack my body.
Jagger swells inside me, his cock growing impossibly more rigid. He lets out a guttural groan, his rhythm faltering as his own release takes over. His cock throbs deep inside me as he spills into me. He stays deep inside me as we both ride out the aftershocks and slow our breathing, our bodies trembling together in the quiet aftermath.
He pulls out of me slowly, and I feel a sudden, aching emptiness where he just was. Staying between my thighs, his gaze is fixed on where we were joined. I’m too spent to be self-conscious. I can only watch him as he stares at my body and the mess we’ve made. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. “Fuck, you look gorgeous with my cum leaking out of that little pink pussy,” he shares, his voice soft but still holding that deep, gravelly edge as he runs his finger along my entrance to push his cum back inside me. A slow blush spreads across my cheeks, but it’s not shame. It’s contentment.
He lies beside me and pulls me into him. His strong arms wrap around my body, tucking me against his side. My head fits perfectly into the crook of his shoulder, and I drape a leg over his, molding myself to his warmth, as he lightly strokes my hair. “You okay?” His voice is a low rumble against my ear. I hum and nod in response, too relaxed for words. I burrow deeper into his embrace, feeling safe in a way I haven’t in years. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
I can feel the smile in his voice. I tilt my head back to look at him, my eyes heavy-lidded and sated. “Oh yeah? What else do you have in mind?”
“Right now?” He chuckles, and I feel it vibrate against my chest. “Sleep. You look like you’re about to pass out.”
He’s not wrong. A profound exhaustion is setting in. But I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want this moment to end. I want to memorize the feeling of his arms around me and having his heartbeat under my ear. “Don’t want to sleep,” I groggily mumble, my words slurring slightly.
“Just for a while.” His hand moves from my hair, and his fingertips lazily dust up and down the length of my spine. “I’ll wake you in a bit, when I’m ready to go again.”
I let my eyes drift closed, a small smile playing on my lips, and I tease, “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, Doc,” he whispers, his lips brushing the crown of my head. “Only for you.”
The blare of a horn startles me awake. When I open my eyes, it takes me a moment to place my surroundings.Not an unusual circumstance in this line of work.My brain boots up in stages—the way it always does—cataloging light, sound, and threats. A soft, feathery breath wafts across my chest, and my awareness sharpens immediately.
Blake.
She’s still nestled against my side with her cheek pressed to my chest. Her dark hair is splayed over my arm and the sheets like ink across paper. Her leg is thrown over my thigh, and her fragile arm is draped haphazardly across my ribs, holding on to me like she grabbed me in the night and claimed me for herself.A notion I am not at all opposed to.
Sunlight sneaks through the small gap of the curtains, painting the room in a pale haze of gold as specks of dust float in the air. A ray of light lands on her bare shoulder, warming her soft skin.
Fuck… It’s morning.
I fell asleep.Soundly.I don’t sleep like this… I spend most nights with one eye open, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. And I never sleep this deeply, with someone tucked under my arm and their breath syncing with mine. This wasn’t the plan. While I wasn’t going to slink away into the night, I definitely didn’t plan to wake up in her bed. Sleeping with her wasn’t a line I should’ve crossed, but spending the night is one I will have no choice but to explain to the team. But as I stare at the ceiling fan as Blake mutters incoherently in her sleep while nuzzling closer to me, I know that it was worth it.
Carefully, I shift my weight and try to slide out from underneath her without waking her. She stirs slightly as a sweet little whimper blows over her lips. Her fingers curl reflexively into my side, tightening just enough to hold on to me.Fuck, Doc… that’s cheating.Sucking in a quick breath, I freeze and wait to see whether she is going to wake or fall back asleep. She lets out a contented sigh and rolls away from me, leaving me ample room to slide my arm free.
While trying not to disturb her, I sit up and slide to the edge of the bed. When I turn to make sure I didn’t wake her, I find her lashes fluttering. They open slowly, the warm brown pools sharp even as she wakes. She lazily grips the sheet and pulls it over her body. Looking up at me with her mouth curving upward slowly, her voice is rough with sleep. “Hit it and quit it, huh?”
A small, quiet chuckle escapes me. “What? You got what you wanted from me.”
“Yes. Dirty sheets and possibly knocked up from a one-night stand,” she deadpans with an arched brow as I swing my legs off the bed. “Every girl’s dream.”
She props herself up on one elbow, the sheet clutched lightly to her chest, watching me intently. The way she stares up at me, I’m not quite sure if she’s daring me to bolt or has already decided that I am going to. “This wasn’t a one-night stand, Doc.” Instead of running, I climb back over her. Quickly, I grab both her wrists and playfully pin her to the bed as I straddle her tiny frame. The mattress dips beneath the sudden shift of my weight as her breath stutters in surprise.Or maybe… anticipation.
Feigning that I’m going to kiss her, I lower my head, and she groans in protest when I dart to the side at the last moment. I press my lips to the inside of her upper arm and dust them over the faint, tiny scar running along her skin. “I noticed your implant last night, Doc,” I softly pepper the words against her skin. “So we both know you aren’t knocked up. But you should know, with or without it, God himself couldn’t have stopped me from marking every inch of your pussy with my cum.”
She scoffs softly, disbelief flickering through her stare.
I press another kiss to her arm before releasing her wrists. My forearms braced against the mattress on each side of her face, I leave a trail of wet kisses from her shoulder to her ear. “I know you think I’m joking,” I whisper in her ear, “but if I weren’t already late for work, I’d be more than happy to help you remove it before fucking you again to prove it.”
Her eyes widen a fraction, heat flashing bright and unmistakable in them. I force myself from the bed before I can’t. Before I find myself actually carving that tiny little implant out of her arm so I can fuck my baby into her. As I stand beside her bed, this tiny apartment suddenly feels far too small for the look we are trading.
Dressing is an exercise in restraint. Jeans. Shirt. Boots. My movements are controlled, deliberate, and a bit rushed. Because if I let myself linger, I know I won’t be able to leave at all. Blake watches me from the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest and her chin resting lightly on them. There is no regret or embarrassment written across her face.
Once I’m fully clothed, I walk back across the room. I bend down, tipping her chin upward as I slide my hand along her jaw. My thumb drags over her plush lower lip as I angle my head to taste her mouth. I kiss her slow and deep—tender yet possessive—leaving no room for doubt about what this is.Whatweare going to be.She moans into my mouth as I stake my claim, forcing me to pull back before this goes any further. After breaking our kiss, I linger against her lips with our breaths mingling in the charged space between us. Her lips are swollen, and her eyes are dark with a desire that I’m certain mirrors my own.
“I have to go,” I apologize before placing one last chaste kiss against her glistening lips. At the door, with my bag slung over my shoulder, I hesitate when my hand reaches for the knob. I glance over my shoulder at her sweet face. “Dinner? Tomorrow night?” I ask, like this is normal. Like this isn’t complicated as hell.
Her face crinkles. “I’m on a night shift.”I know.
“I’ll bring it to you then,” I push lightly without missing a beat. “About midnight?”
