Her head drops back against my hand. Her thighs lock around me. Every muscle in her body pulls taut like a wire stretched to its absolute limit, and then she convulses, coming apart with my name fracturing on her lips, clenching around my cock in wave after wave, and it drags me right over the edge with her.
I bury myself deep and unload with a groan that tears out of me, rocking into her through it, slow and shaking, until there’s nothing left. Not a single drop. When it’s over, we’re both trembling with foreheads pressed together. Breath coming hard and uneven, the only sound in the room.
Her fingers are still tangled in my hair.
Mine are still gripping her like I haven’t quite finished convincing myself she’s real.
She clenches around me, aftershock, or maybe mischief, with Effa it’s always hard to tell—and I chuckle weakly, the sound scraped raw.
“Jesus,” I mutter. “You’re trying to kill me.”
She laughs, quiet and breathless, and then she kisses me, soft, this time unhurried, before she pulls back with a glint in her eye and shoves lightly against my chest. The dynamic shifts in an instant, her chin lifting, her smile tilting into something dangerous, and I feel my cock take notice despite everything.
This woman.
But then the thought hits.
Lands like something cold and concrete right in the center of my chest.
We just fucked without protection.
I pull back slightly, staring at her. Her eyes are still heavy, her lips still kiss-swollen, and she looks so beautiful it almost overrides the ice spreading through my gut.
Almost.
What the fuck was I thinking.
Chapter Fifteen
EFFA
Mercs pulls back and looks down at me like he’s had a sudden thought. His brows furrow, and he appears shell-shocked, like something’s scaring the shit out of him.
I bring my hand in to caress his face, making his eyes drift back up to meet mine.
“Mercs, what’s going on?”
He swallows hard. “I was stupid. Got caught up,” he rasps, pulling me to him tighter.
“I’m not following?” I ask, confused.
He exhales and grimaces, cracking his neck to the side like he’s uncomfortable. “I didn’t wrap it up and came inside you.”
Leaning my head against his warm chest, I cuddle into him. His heart beats so frantically, I can feel it hammering against my ear. His inner turmoil is kinda cute—poor guy.
“Mercs, stop panicking—”
“You’re right. Shit! I can run out and get you the morning-after pill. It’s no biggie, right?”
With a giggle, I squeeze him tighter, hoping to calm him down. “I won’t need one, Mercs. I’m on the pill, you goose. I’m covered. And if you’re worried about me being clean, you’re the first guy I’ve gone bareback with in, like, well… forever. So yeah, I’m clean.”
His breathing evens out as his arms tighten around me. He rubs slow circles into my back, soothing both of us, then lets out a heavy sigh. “You could’ve led with that, you know?”
“It’s fun to watch you squirm.”
I pull back and look into his eyes. He peers down at me, and there it is again—that energy. It crackles between us, pulsing through the air, threatening to start this all over again.
“Now we have to deal with Luke. I’m pretty sure he’snotgonna approve of us being together,” Mercs states.
