In reply, her pussy clamps down on my length.
“Ry.” A shout. A plea. An exuberant declaration of relief.
She comes again, and my chest puffs out a little. I may not last as long as I’d like, but at least I made Billie come twice tonight.
Am I really only gonna make Billie Wallace come twice in my life?
That thought is depressing.
“Do I gotta—you want me to pull out?—?”
“Don’t.” Her eyes fly open on a gasp. “Please. I love—the feel of you inside me?—”
“Good.” Carefully wrapping my arms around her, I pull her against me and thrust one last time and come. Hard.
I bury my face in her neck and pray like hell I don’t die. Because this, coming inside her—it’s obliterating.
Her trust. The way she lets me hold her.
The way she holdsme.
How the fuck am I gonna let this girl go?
I feel the hot seep of my cum fill the condom. There’s a lot of it.
Is it wrong that I’m turned on by the idea of my cum dripping down Billie’s thighs? Because tonight, she’smine. I want her to know that.
Jesus Christ, what is wrong with me?
If Colt knew?—
Yeah, not going there. Not tonight.
We both know we shouldn’t be doing this, which means it’s gotta be a one-time-only thing. Are Billie and I assholes not to tell Colt about it? Maybe.
Or maybe we’re doing the right thing. People hook up all the time. As long as Billie and I are honest with each other, no one’s going to get hurt.
You sure about that?
She’s curled up on my chest, breathing hard. I run a hand down her naked back, marveling at how soft her skin is.
My truck smells like sex.
Sex and sweet peaches.
She shifts, lifting her head to kiss the underside of my jaw. “Hi.”
“How’re you feeling?” I murmur into her hair. “Any pain?”
“No pain. I feel…” She sighs, a happy sound. “Like there’s definitely no brat left in me.”
I burst out laughing. “My job here is done.”
“Where the hell do you get the energy? I’m honestly asking because I feel like you work so hard all day long…”
My chest tightens. “I get by. And I like knowing my people are safe.”
“Safe sexisgood sex.”
