Somehow I get lost between the end of her orgasm and the beginning of mine. I think I got tripped up between her words—somewhere after “obsessing.”
My dick jerks against her gushy insides, and her face blurs.
I gasp. “Wait—lift up.”
“No,” she moans.
She grasps the door with one hand and pushes her other hand against the truck’s roof. As soon as I try to pull out, she pushes down, holding my dick hostage between her warm walls.
“Don’t you dare,” she hisses, shaking her head. “Don’t you ever take that away from me.”
I don’t even need her to explain what she means because I know better. ‘Cause in reality she owns me. She’s just too nice topoint out that my control is a front. She runs me just like I knew she would the first time I saw her, but it’s too late to go back.
“I…I’m not. I won’t, baby. It’s yours…” I wheeze out, riding the uncontrollable wave she has us on. “Fuck. It’s all yours. You feel it?”
“Uh-huh! Ye?—”
My cum shoots out of me in a spurt that makes my body jerk and her voice disappear. Her wide, soft eyes wrap me up and carry me off to a place I never knew existed—somewhere between euphoria and insanity.
I don’t think I ever came this much in my life. It lines her insides and dribbles out of her while I try to wrap my brain around the fact that she made me make love to her in the middle of Worthing’s 10th Annual Family Fun Day in Barnes-Blank Park.
She falls forward, covering my mouth with hers and plunging her tongue down my throat while my dick twitches inside her in exhaustion. I can’t see. I can’t taste. I can’t even think anymore—but I can hear.
“I told you I just wanted to feel like I’m a part of you,” she murmurs, pulling my bottom lip into her mouth and grinding against my soft dick. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
LOVIE
For the firsttime in my life, I feel like I’ve been split in half after opening my legs for a man, then carefully sewn back together to be more whole than I was before.
Beads of sweat trickle between the hard lines of Rich’s abs and over the jagged scar on his ribs. They land in his lap where the mess we made sits in a milky puddle around his soft dick.
He blinks up at me with red-rimmed eyes, and I see the terror in them that always creeps up after I nudge him out of that safe space he stays in with other women. But he should know by now that I won’t hurt him.
I reach out, dragging a finger across one of the little flesh-colored scars on his chin while his stomach rises and falls in quick spurts.
We made love.
He even cried while inside me, and I tasted his tears. I felt his dick in every crevice that AJ wished his could touch. When Rich came, I swallowed his future and tried to hold it inside of me, even though it was futile.
God, we made terrifyinglygoodlove.
He reaches over, opening his middle console where that shiny gold Magnum I saw the first time I rode in his truck peeks from underneath a pile of napkins.
He looks at it, then drags his eyes across my stomach.
“I’m…I’m still on birth control,” I stammer. “But even if I wasn’t…”
My words trail off as he peels a napkin from the pile. The loud bass from outside trickles inside the truck and fills the space where his response was supposed to go. He nudges me back against the steering wheel, swiping the napkin between my legs in a soft front-to-back motion, scooping up our mess.
“Even if you wasn’t…what?” he rasps, eyeing me through his long lashes.
“Even if I wasn’t on it. It’d be okay.I’dbe okay if anything happened.”
He snorts out a laugh, and my stomach drops. “You want your nerdy babies to have a man like me for a daddy?”
