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“Ah fuck, Lyric. I can feel all of you. You’re so damn big. It hurts, but it feels so fucking amazing.” She rocked her hips, and I silently begged the world to stay on its axis for just a little longer. Just until she came again, and I felt her cream flooding over my cock.
I focused on her face, the way her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and her eyes were bright and glittery. She pressed her hands against my abs, steadying herself, and when she rocked her hips again, her head fell back, causing her hair to tickle my thighs as she cried out my name. “Lyric!”
Her release hit her then, causing her inner muscles to lock around my shaft so hard I couldn’t breathe through the pleasure for a few seconds. Her nails bit into my abs, but I didn’t feel the sharp sting. When her pussy released its stranglehold on my cock, she slumped forward, dropping onto my chest and gasping for air.
And I couldn’t hold back another moment. Locking my arms around her back, I thrust up into her over and over until I exploded deep inside her. A soft, contented mewl leaving her was the last thing I remembered as I fell into darkness from the best orgasm of my fucking life.
???
When I opened my eyes again, the room felt empty. Lifeless.
Groaning, I lifted my head and looked dazedly at the digital clock beside the bed.
Noon.
“Fuck,” I groaned and sat up. “Mila? Babe, you hungry?”
Getting no response, I walked naked into the sitting room, only to find it empty. The clothes I’d taken off her the night before—or rather, during the early hours of the morning—were gone.
And there, on the floor where it must have fallen when I’d picked her up to take her to bed, was the wrapped condom.
“Motherfuck!” I half yelled, half whispered as I picked up the foil packet.
We’d been so lost in the moment, neither of us had thought about protection. That never happened. I always gloved up. Always. I’d never been so desperate to be inside a girl that I didn’t protect us both.
But apparently, there was a first time for everything.
Scrubbing my free hand over my face, I searched for my phone. I needed to call her, make sure she was okay. And warn her. I was clean; there was nothing for her to worry about when it came to that, but…
What if I’d gotten her pregnant?
That question filtered through my mind as I finally found my phone, and I was surprised it didn’t make me break out in a cold sweat. Yeah, I was freaking out a little, but not because the idea of Mila having my baby scared me. I wouldn’t say I was a hundred percent ready to be a father, but I wouldn’t be upset if she did get pregnant.
Snatching up the phone, I unlocked it and pulled up my contacts.
Only to realize I didn’t have her fucking number.
She was gone, and I had no way of contacting her. A feeling of complete helplessness pressed down on my chest, and I sucked in a deep breath.
A pained, rage-filled roar left me, and I fell to my knees.
Chapter 8
Mila
I shifted on the church pew and bit back a whimper when even that slight movement caused me discomfort. Mom caught me grimacing and lifted a questioning brow at me.
I quickly looked away, pretending I didn’t see her gray eyes filling with understanding. She was my mother, for fuck’s sake—of course, she knew why I’d come through the front door of the Vitucci mansion at seven that morning. My hair was wild from only finger-combing the tangles out of it, and my clothes were so wrinkled there was no way she could come to any other conclusion but that I was taking the walk of shame.
Thankfully, it was just her, Aunt Raven, and Aunt Flick who saw me, and not my dad or uncles. Dad would have blown a gasket, and I wasn’t clearheaded enough to work my way out of that kind of trouble with him.
“Take a shower, Mila,” Mom had said with a shake of her head. “And maybe take a nap. I don’t need you falling asleep during the ceremony and your dad asking questions I’ll have to lie to answer so he doesn’t ruin Tavia’s wedding.”
I’d gone up to the room I was supposed to be sharing with Monroe. She was lying in bed with the covers pulled up over her head, and I figured she was sleeping. Grabbing a change of underwear, I walked into the connecting bathroom and took a long shower.
As the smell of Lyric on my skin was washed down the drain, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. All evening, I’d continued to tell myself it was just for one night. But now that it was over, I knew I’d only been lying to myself. I missed him already.
The priest was saying a blessing over Tavia and Theo now, but I could practically hear the wheels turning in Mom’s head. I’d been walking stiffly since she’d seen me again when we were leaving for the church. Stiffly—what a laugh. I was walking like an old woman with a broken hip who’d spent the night being bucked around by a gigantic stallion.
