I’d been halfway gone before I even felt him inside me. So it was no surprise how quickly he pushed me toward the edge. Where the release crashed without mercy.
And I came, shaking, breathless, wrecked.
It wasn’t until I was wrapped around him, gasping into his neck that Caymen slammed deep, his body tensing, his breath catching, a soft curse on his lips as he came.
I couldn’t say how long we stayed just like that, bodies close—my face in his neck, his arm around my hip, his hand at the back of my neck.
But the sweat had dried and left a chill in its wake by the time we both pulled back.
For just a beat, our gazes held, something passing that I didn’t quite understand, something weighty and important.
Then he was sliding away from me and it was gone before I could figure out exactly what it could be.
He stepped away, opening the cabinet under the sink, and tossing the protection away.
“Wait,” I said, making his gaze glance over. “Where did the condom come from?”
He nodded toward the counter.
Where a box of condoms sat.
Not even just one of the small packs, either. He got one of the value boxes.
“When…”
“When you were debating the pros and cons of various snack cakes, I circled back and grabbed them. Had a feeling this was inevitable.”
He wasn’t wrong about that.
I was pretty sure I would have been crazy enough to sleep with him even if it turned out he was actually trying to kill me for losing his club’s shipment.
“Wait… are you bleeding?” I asked when he flicked on the tap and shoved his hands under the stream.
Sure enough, the water ran red, then pink, as he scrubbed at his broken knuckles.
“Oh my God, is that from the cabinet?”
The look he shot me would have melted my panties if I’d been wearing them.
“You like it rough, baby.”
He wasn’t wrong about that.
“Now go find some shoes.”
“Shoes?”
“They go on your feet, so they don’t get all roughed up.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“I know what shoes are.”
“Then why aren’t you going to get some?”
“I’m not entirely sure my legs would carry me yet,” I admitted. “Go ahead,” I said as he fought the smirk. “You earned the cocky grin.”
He shot me it for a moment before turning away to go dig through my bag until he found a pair of flip-flops. Then he came over and put them on me, fixed my bodice, and jumped me down from the counter.
