He groans, shifting, and his cock slides out of me. “Wherever you’re at in your head right now, come back. Don’t start pulling away.” His voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper in my ear, destroyed by all the roaring he did while coming inside me.
I stare up at the ceiling, my mind starting to detach. I’m too attracted to this guy. Too into everything about him. Being here, present in this moment, isn’t an option. I can’t allow myself to feel what he’s trying to make me feel.
Brayden kisses my cheek softly.
I flinch and tense more. Hot fluid leaks out of me, and I gasp when it doesn’t stop, realizing what it is.
Oh God, that turns me on. Knowing he pumped all that come into me is so fucking sexy.
Seeming to read my mind, he runs the head of his softening dick against me, smearing his come into my skin. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever fucked without a condom. It’s so fucking good, baby.”
“Liar.” I struggle beneath him, angry that he would dare lie to me about that.
“No, baby.” He pulls back to look at me and runs his fingers down my cheek. “I swear to God, you’re the only girl I’ve ever done that with, and you’ll always be the only one.”
I’m not looking at him. Refuse to do so, eyes still locked with the ceiling, but I feel him jerk.
“Wait. Fuck. Kira. We didn’t use protection. Holy shit!”
“I’m on birth control.” I went on it two months ago, telling myself I wanted to be safe when I went out there to experiment. Be with other guys.
It’s pathetic how I never got around to that.
An eerie stillness falls over Brayden. “You’re on . . . birth control.”
He says it like it’s such a bad thing.
What-the-fuck-ever. I just want him off me. I want to run away, hide, scrub the memory of this night out of my brain.
There’s a shift in weight, then he’s on his knees above me, his face blocking my view of the ceiling.
I focus on his lips because I refuse to look into his eyes.
“Why are you on birth control?”
Rising up on my elbows, I slide backwards away from him.
His hand lands above my knee, squeezing down.
I should break his hold, but for some reason, I don’t. Head bowed, I stare at his large hand, unable to move.
“Why, Kira?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Silence.
I know he can read into my tone, guess the answer to my question. He doesn’t like it, but does that matter? Yes, I went on birth control planning to have a back up once I went out there to sleep with other guys.
So what? He’s no one to judge me for it.
His sigh brings my eyes back to him. I’m shocked by the amount of sadness I see in his gaze. Anger I expected. Maybe even disgust. But he’s downright anguished now, and I don’t know why.
“I see.” He nods. A slow, resigned movement. “So I’m not the first guy to come inside you, either. Austin was.”
Whatever distance I’d managed to build between us collapses on my end. What I should do is get off this bed, exit this room, and leave him with that belief.
I can’t. It hurts me to see that expression on his face. To know the reason behind it.
God help me, I’m such a fool.
“Austin never came inside me. No one but you has.”
His eyes meet mine, and I hate the glimmer of hope I see in them.
I hate it because it eases my pain. It makes me happy.
Biting my lip, I stare back at him, my head spinning.
“Are you serious?”
There’s only a smidgen of doubt in his tone. He wants to believe me so damn bad.
That’s the problem between us. How broken we are. He doesn’t fully trust me, and I sure as hell don’t trust him.
Unless he’s inside me. Then nothing seems to matter but us.
“I have to go.” It’s the last thing I want to do.
And that’s exactly why I have to do it.
I scooch back a bit more.
Brayden’s head falls down, eyes on the bed. I follow his stare and can’t help the gasp that leaves me. That gasp only makes yet another round of wetness gush out of me and onto the pillows I’m sitting on.
There’s so much of it on the bed—thick, white—that it’s impossible to mistake what it is.
The hand around my knee tightens. Dark eyes meet mine. “Damn, baby. That just makes me want to pump you full of it all over again.”
I go weak all over.
My eyes fall to his lap. His dick is still exposed, sticking out of his open jeans. Even semi-soft, it’s long enough to lie on his thigh. I watch it bounce twice, then start to harden.
A hungry moan leaves me.
He slides his hand beneath my tutu, cupping my *. Staring at me, he braces one fist on the bed and leans into me, lips parting.
I ache to kiss them. Own them. Never let them go.
Fucked.
I’m so freaking fucked.
“Come here, baby. I have more to give you.”
I start leaning back against the headboard, spreading my legs to give him more access—
“What the fuck do you mean you heard someone screaming in my room?”
Brayden and I freeze.
It’s her. Jennifer.
And I want her to find us like this. Want her to see that Brayden just pounded me into her bed. Want her to know that I was the one who milked him dry.
Brayden wants it too. I see it in his eyes.
It can’t happen. We can’t get caught.