But before I can take a step, she reaches for my arm.
“I’m actually on the pill,” she says softly. “So if you’d want…” She hesitates for just a second before adding, “I got tested too. Recently. I’m clean.”
Relief and desire crash together inside my chest so hard it almost makes me laugh.
“Thank you, Lord,” I mutter under my breath, shaking my head slightly. “I’m clean too.”
“Good,” she murmurs.
My hand slides back to her waist and her fingers curl lightly against my chest.
The wait is over. I need to be inside her. Now.
I position myself between her legs, my cock throbbing.
“Okay?” I ask once again, my voice rough, my grip tight on her thighs.
“Yes,” she breathes, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
I don’t need more than that.
I thrust into her, deep and hard, both of us groaning at the sensation.
Her pussy is tight, hot, perfect, her walls gripping me like a vice.
I set a relentless pace, my hips snapping forward, her body moving with mine, the couch creaking beneath us.
“Harder,” she demands, her voice laced with desperation, her body begging for more.
I give her what she wants, pounding into her with abandon, my control shattered.
Her lips part in a silent scream, her body tensing as she teeters on the edge. “Hercules, I’m—”
“Me too,” I growl, feeling the edge approaching, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing with the promise of release. “Let’s go together, Sunshine. Scream my name. My real one.”
Her body starts to shake then and she screams “Jake, now.”
We climax together, my cock pulsing deep inside her.
I shift my weight, rolling to the side but keeping her tucked against me.
The alcohol is finally starting to pull me toward a heavy, dreamless sleep, but I fight it for one more minute.
I look down at her, at the way her blonde hair is plastered to her forehead and the way the gumball ring is still shining on her finger.
"You okay?" I whisper, my voice barely a thread.
She smiles, a sleepy, satisfied curve of her lips. "I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, Hercules. But yeah. I’m okay."
“Good,” I mutter, pulling the throw from the couch over both of us. “Sleep, Talia.”
“Sleep, husband,” she murmurs.
The word lingers in my mind, surreal and heavy.
As I close my eyes, a small, rational part of my brain whispers something to me, but I ignore it.
It tries again.
