By the fifth stroke, I’ve finally fit the full length of my cock inside her, and Autumn can’t do anything but mumble unintelligibly as she holds me tighter, moving in rhythm. I’m in no better shape, staring down at this confounding woman who has the power to piss me off like no other…and who has utterly captivated me in every way imaginable.
“Angel,” I breathe out, fingering her loose hair back from her beautiful face. “Look at me.” Her gaze sharpens—the icy blues melting into something much warmer.Desire.For me. And that’s when I kiss her, plunging the depths of her mouth as I do her incredible pussy.
“Forest,” she says in a raspy voice when I start shaking on top of her, my moans growing louder, rougher, as I near my climax. “Did you buy condoms when you were at the store?”
“No.” I push her left knee out and shove a hand between us so I can massage her clit. “Didn’t need to.” Nor did I want to when I saw them on the shelves. It was difficult enough buying the emergency pill when I could so easily envision Autumn’s belly growing rounder each month. I choke and draw my head back as bliss grips me by the balls when I tell her, “Won’t make a difference now if I cum inside you.”
“Oh god, yes.” Autumn jerks my head back down, theaggressor now when she kisses me, locking her ankles around my lower back, her fingers tangled in my hair.
If I thought having her squirt on my face was the hottest thing to ever happen to me, it doesn’t hold a candle to feeling her do so around my cock. Her inner muscles squeeze me so deliriously tight that it’s all the more pleasurable as I pound into her, our laps and thighs growing wet with her hot arousal.
Our skin claps when I thrust just one more time inside her, as deep as I can, and Autumn whispers, “Do it, baby.”
I tuck my face in her neck, pushing my hands under her shoulders to crush her to me in a hug, and I erupt. Never in my life has an orgasm been this good before. Fucking intoxicating, seeing as I can’t do anything but twitch, trying to push deeper, deeper, deeper still, grinding my pelvis against hers.
The only thing I remember after that is thinking,how do I keep an angel who doesn’t want to be kept?
Chapter Eleven
Autumn
The heavy arm banded across my chest falls away when I sit straight up in bed before I’ve even left my dream. It’s been a while since I’ve woken to the sound of a baby crying in the night, back when Shayla and Lainey still lived with us, but one never forgets it or the urgent need to get out of bed to tend to that child. The only difference is that there is a man in bed with me.
“Benny,” I say with a croak, stumbling out of bed in the unfamiliar room, my hips aching and my sticky inner thighs rubbed raw. I’m impatient as I wait for my eyes to adjust to the dark so I can find my pajamas and pull them on.
As if it’s news to me, Forest says with hunger in his voice, “You’re naked.”
I eye him, all sexy and scruffy and way too pleased with himself. “So are you.” I want totake a picture so it’ll last longer, and he must know it, grinning all smug-like. “Get up and get dressed,” I snap, then yank open the door as soon asI’m decent, and cross the living room to the kids’ room as Benjamin grows louder.
“Wait!” Forest rushes out, hopping on one foot as he yanks the right leg of his jeans up, and he catches my wrist. “You can’t go in there.”
“Why not?” I ask, my urgency spiking when Benjamin grows louder. He needs me. Who does Forest think he is, telling me what I can do outside of work?
“If Josephine wakes up and sees you spent the night…” He doesn’t have to finish his sentence.
Their father,that’s who he is. And I am very much not their mother.
“Crap. What time is it?” I suck in a breath and hold it, my eyes bulging when I see the sun just breaking the horizon through the living room window. It’s very much not the middle of the night. “My Dad!” Oh god, oh god, oh god. “He might already be awake.”
“Go,” Forest says, pulling me in for a rushed and unexpected kiss, then pushing me quickly to the front door, as panicked as I am.
My heart tugs me toward the kids’ room, but my mind is screaming at me toget the hell out of here.My stomach churns as I race up the stairwell at the end of the hallway instead of taking the elevator, in case any of the other guests—my colleagues—are already awake and moving around. My heart is pounding from the exertion, my hands trembling with anxiety, when I crack open the door to my shared suite. I crouch and listen for any movement. Hearing none, I duck walk into the suite and peek around the kitchenette peninsula. With overwhelming relief, I see Dad’s door is closed, and I sprint toward my bedroom.
In my attached bathroom, I eye the disheveled woman in the mirror as I strip. I don’t know what I would have done—what lie I could have come up with—to explain the haggardstate I’m in to Dad. My hair is tangled in a rat’s nest that’s going to take ages to comb out, and my skin is decorated with numerous hickies Forest left all over my neck, torso, and thighs after he woke me at some point in the night with his hard dick pressed against my ass. He sleepily asked if I wanted to go another round. The answer was, of course, yes, and I eagerly welcomed him into my body.
With my cheeks flush from climbing the stairs, and my lips swollen, I’ve never seen this version of myself before, and it steals my breath…as does the eye-watering sting when I wash between my legs. At the time, I had only a spark of awareness of Forest’s hip bones pounding against my inner thighs, the slight twinge of pain overshadowed by the intensity of our passion and the mind-altering orgasms he worked out of me. Now, I’m all too aware and would not be surprised to find bruises forming.
“Autumn?” Dad knocks against the bathroom door as I’m finishing blow-drying my hair.
I turn it off and shakily ask, “Yes?”
“I’m going to head down to save us a table for breakfast.”
I drop my chin, bracing a hand on the counter with relief that he’s not asking me about last night. I’m in the clear. “Okay. See you in a few minutes.”
“Oh, and Autumn?”
“Yes?”
