Page 46 of The Unexpected

Lachlan nods, folding his hands on the table. “Your comfort is the only thing that matters to us. If you want to stop, we stop. If you’re too sore, just say so. If you need a break, it’s not a problem.”

I blink at them, a little stunned by the earnestness. I feel a flush creep up my chest, hot and prickling under the shirt. “Jesus. You guys are making it sound like I’m a hostage.”

Hunter cracks a smile. “Pretty sure you were the aggressor last night, star girl. You damn near broke my wrist with how hard you were pulling me in.”

Lachlan grins. “And you left bruises on me, not the other way around.”

I laugh, and it comes out as a half-hearted snort. “Okay, okay. I get it. We’re all responsible adults here, but I want to assure you that I’m fine. I loved every second of it, and maybe rough is my deal. I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, so we’ll find out.”

For a beat, we just sit, the moment awkward but not uncomfortable.

I take a breath, pick up my mug, and stare at the black surface for a moment. “But can I ask something?” I say, quietly. “It’s important.”

Hunter leans in. “Anything.”

I exhale. “It’s about protection. I’m not on the pill, and I don’t want to get on the pill, so if you guys want to—” I wave a hand vaguely, “—keep going, you have to use condoms if you’re going to finish in my pussy. That’s the only rule.”

There’s a pause, heavier than I meant it to be.

Lachlan is first to respond, voice soft. “Of course. I have condoms at my place, if you want to use them.”

Hunter looks at me, unreadable. “Condoms are a great choice. But let me ask you, sweetheart: would you be okay with the pull-out method?”

I think for a moment.

“Pulling out is an option, but you know it’s not a great one. Even one drop of semen can get me pregnant, and I’m a very fertile girl. You’re obviously virile men, so I think we’d be playing with fire.”

Hunter nods, blue eyes flashing.

“That’s right, but I’m okay playing with fire, sweetheart. Besides, if I’m being honest, condoms aren’t an option for me. They never have been, and I don’t use them.”

I gawp at him.

“You don’t?”

He shrugs.

“They’re a hassle and blunt the sensation of a woman’s slick pussy on my cock. I’m not going to give that up, so yeah, I’d like to get my dick into you bare, sweetheart, and then pull out when the time is right.”

Lachlan smirks.

“Will you have the self-control?”

Hunter smirks as well.

“I guess we’ll find out.”

I nod slowly. “Okay, so pulling out it is then, when you come in my pussy. Or don’t come in my pussy if you’re bare. I just don’t want to get pregnant. Not unless one of you wants to be a daddy,” I add, with a smile that is half-joke, half-dare.

Hunter shrugs. “Not unless you want that, too, sweetheart.”

Lachlan’s fingers tap a rhythm on the laminate tabletop. His gaze is steady, almost too intense. “Is that what you want, Stella?” he asks.

The question hits like a brick. I should have an answer ready, but I don’t. I look at both of them, these two men so different but now linked forever by what we did last night, and I feel a wave of something like vertigo.

“No! I mean, yes. I mean, I don’t think I’m ready for a baby, at least not now, and it would be confusing because you’d both be my baby daddies, and so who would be Daddy Number One and who would be Daddy Number Two? Oh my god, am I making sense?”

Hunter chuckles, amused.