“This ‘wild oats’ idea you have…” His mouth twists like he’s tasted something sour. “I want to be the one to fulfill it.”
“Wow. Great plan,” I deadpan. “Sounds like you really thought this through.”
He growls. “God, you’re infuriating.”
I pinch his sides. “As if you’re any better, mister ‘I’m going to be irresponsible and fuck you multiple times without a condom’.”
“That’s rich coming from you, miss ‘I’m going to ride you bareback in the office and not jump off your dick until afteryou cum’.”
I gape briefly and stutter when I say, “That doesn’t count. I’d just taken the pill.”
“Yeah, two days after the first time we had sex.” He slips his hand down to squeeze my ass, brushing his lips against mine. “It’s a coin toss whether or not it worked.”
“Shut up.” I turn my head away. It’ll blow up both our lives if the pill didn’t work, and I’m still weighing my options, should that be the case.
“No.” He chases my lips as his cock thickens against my stomach. “This isn’t something you can run away from, hence the need for my plan.”
“What need other than for you to get your jollies off, BigDawg?”
“And yours,” he says with an annoyingly cute smirk. “Until we find out if you’re pregnant or not?—”
“I’m not.”
“Shut up and let me talk, shrimp.”
I thin my lips.
“Until we find out if you’re pregnant or not,” he repeats, slipping his hand beneath my waistband to caress my bare asscheek, toying with the thin fabric of my thong, “anything and everything you want to try will be with me. It’s the safest, most responsible choice.”
“Uh, wrong,” I say, though I’m breathing harder, stepping my feet out wider, hoping he’ll slip his fingers lower. No wonder I keep catching him looking at my stomach. “The safest, most responsible choice would be abstinence.” Which I absolutely should continue to do, especially since I’m not so keen on the idea of “sowing my wild oats” with anyone else, no matter if I’m pregnant or not with Forest’s child.
A pregnancy would come with a whole host of other problems, like the fact that Forest hasn’t changed his stance on having more children. I’m sure he’d be a better baby daddy than Tyler was to Shayla and Eden, should I decide to keep thehypothetical baby, but it’s still not ideal to have to share custody. All the money I’ve been saving toward getting my own apartment would have to be redirected, and I’ll have to continue living with my parents for at least another six months, if not a year. They may not mind, but they’re getting up in age and don’t need another newborn waking them at all hours of the night, even if they’re not the ones responsible for the baby.
Unless… Forest does have the fourth bedroom he’s only using for storage. Maybe he’d be willing to let me move in for a time, though that would only confuse his kids. And what would I do if I were to start seeing someone else? Bring my date home and introduce him to the guy who knocked me up? I’m sure that’ll go over really well. Or, even worse, I had to babysit while Forest goes out on dates. I’d want to tear her hair out.
You’ve really gone and done it now, Autumn, starting to fall for the last man you should have ever looked twice at.
Forest banishes any thought of the potentially depressing future when he slips two fingers between my thighs from behind and jerks my thong to the side. His voice turns husky when he asks, “And how’s the abstinence been working out for you over the past week, hmm?”
I hang onto his sides for dear life, dropping my head back with a breathy moan when he parts my pussy lips with his fingertips.
“Can you honestly tell me you don’t think about riding me again—my dick or my face—whenever you’re in bed, alone at night, like I do?”
How the hell does he know that, too? I’ve had to charge my vibrator multiple times, never fully satisfied, no matter how many times I got myself off. I gasp when he eases his middle finger inside me, my pussy wet and aching for more than hisfinger.
“Are you some kind of mind reader?” I ask.
He cracks a grin. “I don’t have to be. You just answered my question.” When I arch my back, pushing my ass into his hand, Forest groans with desire. “Say yes, and I’ll let you do it again, any time, any place, angel.”
Our heavy breaths mix as he waits for my answer.
“Say yes,” he whispers against my lips.
Against my better judgment, pleasure making it hard to think straight, I give in and say, “Only until we find out if I’m pregnant or not. After that, you and me—whatever this is—it’s over.” My heart pinches in my chest when his eyes light up.
“Deal,” he says, then presses his lips firmly against mine, fumbling to push my pajama shorts and thong down. He only breaks the kiss to slip my cami top off over my head, then lifts me off my feet. He crawls to the middle of the bed and flips over onto his back. “Come here, angel,” he says, gripping my naked hips to help me move up his body. Lifting his hands to cup my heavy breasts, he brushes his thumbs across my nipples that ache for him. “If you are pregnant?—”
“I’m not,” I mumble, rolling my hips, leaning into his hands.
