My entire pussy is so sensitive right now that I almost feel like I could come again. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. “Your turn.”
His forehead drops to mine again. “I’m not ready for this to end. You feel so fucking good.” His hips continue to move in a tortuous pace.
I bring my knees up and wrap my legs around his back. “Please, Rhonan. I want you to fill me up.”
“Fuck,” he growls as he increases his speed again, pounding into me in the most perfect way—hard, but deep, flicking his hips so thathe hits that spot deep inside of me again, building me up to come quicker than I thought possible. “I want you to come again.”
“Keep going. I’m close.” Reaching between us this time, I find my clit and circle the nub in the way I know will bring me over the edge. “Yes, right there…”
“Fuck, Vienna. Goddamn it.”
“More…”
“Shit.”
“Yes…fuck, yes. I’m coming!” I scream as Rhonan lets out a groan full of pleasure, fucking me through our orgasms, not stopping until we’re both completely spent.
His body goes slack as we both struggle to catch our breath. When he rolls to the side, I turn my head to face him, finding him staring back at me.
“Still craving me?” I tease him, loving the way his smile appears so much easier now.
He pulls me to his chest. “I told you, that won’t ever stop.”
“Then let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
He points to his dick that’s still hard. “Give me a few minutes to recover, will you?”
Laughing, we fight to regulate our breathing before my eyes land on the scar on his arm as I trace it with my fingers. “How did you get this?”
His smile falls as he directs his gaze to the mangled tissue. “A bullet. It grazed me, but the guy behind me didn’t get so lucky.”
I push his disheveled hair from his face. “I’m sorry, Rhonan.”
Pulling me closer, he says, “Don’t be sorry. We all have scars. Some are hidden on the inside, and some are visible on our skin. But something I’m beginning to understand is that they all have a purpose. And once you start to accept them, they don’t seem so ugly anymore.”
Chapter 22
Vienna
Is That a Magician?
I come out of the bathroom, tears already streaming down my face. “It’s negative.”
His jaw grows tight. “Seriously?”
I nod, darting my eyes to another place in the room other than his face and the anger resting there. “Yes.”
“What the fuck, Vienna?” He picks up the picture frame on our dresser and slams it to the ground. “Are you fucking lying to me?”
Fury races through me. “Why on earth would I lie about something like that?” I toss the pregnancy test at his feet. “Look for yourself.”
He picks up the stick, furrowing his brow. “I don’t know what the fuck this means.”
“One line is negative, two means positive. How many lines do you see?”
He glances at it again and then tosses it to the side. “Take another one.”
“I’ve already taken five. They’ve all said the same thing.”
