“I started birth control.”
“Since when?”
“Since last month. I went to the doctor after we…” She ducks her head in that sweetly embarrassed way of hers. “After we were together for the first time. I got the pill. I know we use condoms, and I?—”
“That’s really smart. I’m glad you did.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I kiss her, practically biting at her mouth. “We don’t want kids.”
Then it immediately occurs to me what I just said. “We had that conversation. About being parents. And everything. And?—”
She’s the one to bite at my lip this time. “It’s okay, Nico. If we don’t use a condom, I’m okay with it. I know you’ve been tested, and neither one of us is with anyone else, right?”
I stare at her, stunned.
She trusts me.
Me.
The guy with the worst reputation in the league.
I don’t plan on breaking her trust, but the fact that she’s giving it to me so openly and without reservation, it feels like a miracle.
I can never fuck it up.
Because after everythingshehas been through, I know it would devastate her.
And I would break my own heart before I ever broke hers.
“You sure?” I ask, and she nods.
“I’m sure.”
Then we seal it with a kiss. I pour all of my feelings into it, hoping she can feel my promises to love her and protect her. To keep her heart safe. To make her mine, completely.
I lift her slightly, pressing her back against the door, carefully positioning us so I can angle my cock up, and she can sink back down onto it, all the while holding her up. This is acomplicated dance, but one it feels like we’ve done so many times before.
She wraps her arms around my neck, breathing hard against my ear, rocking against me, meeting each of my thrusts. “Fuck, Jo, please.” I let my forehead drop against her shoulder. “It’s so good.”
The tight grip of her is unbelievable. A warm glove. The wet friction.
It is indescribable except that I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Euphoria rushes my veins, and I whimper into her neck, barely hanging on. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“It’s okay. Let go.”
“Come with me.”
She presses away from me enough that I can bend to suck on her throat at the same time I thrust into her. She comes, and I follow immediately after, squeezing my eyes shut to the stinging in them.
I don’t know if she can somehow sense my sudden rush of emotion, but she pets the back of my head, kissing my temple over and over, murmuring how it’s okay.
When I can eventually lift my head, she smiles softly, curving her palms around my cheeks. “You know this isn’t usually how photographs are made. This was a one-off.”
I give in to a chuckle. My surprisingly funny girl.
