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And I continued to fuck her.

I fucked her until we were both breathless.

I fucked her until we were both spent.

I fucked her, but I wanted to be more to her than a weekend lay. I wanted to keep her safe, and I wanted to make her laugh. A roar ripped from my chest as my balls contracted, and my cock jumped inside her pussy as I followed her over the edge and crashed into my orgasm. My jaw clenched, and heat sizzled along my spine.

Fuck. Fuck. My dick was wet, and her warm pussy hugged my flesh. Skin to skin. “Fuck.”

I reared back and ripped out of her. Fuck. I didn’t need to inspect my dick to know I had a problem. Jizz slicked my cock. The condom split an inch from the reservoir tip nearly to the ring around the base of my shaft. The latex gapped. “Fuck!”

Jaymi jack-knifed to sitting. “What’s wrong?” Panic laced her voice. Yeah, I felt the same impending oh fuck moment.

“Fuck.” I scrubbed a palm over my lips and jaw. “The fucking condom broke.” I stared hard into her eyes. “Jaymi—” I glanced between her legs to where my spunk dripped from her pussy. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” She leaned up and draped her arms over me. “It’s not your fault.”

“It’s my responsibility.”

She threaded her fingers through my hair. “It’s our responsibility.”

I pulled back from her, slid the torn condom from my dick, and flung it to the floor.

Jaymi covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

“You’re finding humor in this?” I tumbled her to the bed.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “I tried not to laugh, but your floor is littered with condoms.”

“Two condoms.” I grazed my thumb over her cheek. We had to be serious about this. I’d come inside her. “We both know where babies come from.”

The smile was gone, and a shadow crossed her eyes. “I don’t think we need to worry. Even if this was my risky time of the month, and it isn’t, I tried for two years before the accident. Because I had Matti, I always thought Jeff was the issue. After his pregnant girlfriend showed up at the funeral, I think it’s safe to assume I’m the one with the issue. I guess he wasn’t masturbating too much, and his underwear weren’t too tight.”

I stretched out next to her and covered us with the blanket. Then I pulled her flush against me. “I don’t think you should assume anything. In the morning, we can swing by the drugstore and get a morning-after pill.”

“Okay, but I don’t think we need to worry.” She yawned and cuddled against me. Within a few minutes, she’d fallen asleep.

I wasn’t worried about me. I worried about her. Thoughts I shouldn’t have lingered in my mind. One day, she’d fall in love, maybe get married and have more children. And I’d wish it could’ve been me. But I was just a guy on a bike with a restraining order, and like my tattoos, I had a history that was part of me, a history I had to live with.

Chapter Eight

Jaymi

Morning sunlight seeped through the thin curtains. Brett’s arm loosely draped over my hip and his thick, morning cock aligned with the crack of my ass as he lightly snored behind me.

He was warm and comfortable, but I needed to pee. Moving as little as possible, I shifted and inched out from under his arm. But not quietly enough. He growled a yawn and stretched his arms over his head.

“Good morning, baby.” Sleepy softness laced his voice. The rumpled bedding couldn’t hide his morning erection. But seeing his cock reminded me of last night. Not that I’d actually forgotten. My slacks and shirt were still on the floor, along with the condoms we hadn’t disposed of…including the broken one.

He stretched his arms then clasped his hands under his head. “Do you have plans for today? I thought we could take a ride on the bike.”

A lazy smile found my lips, and I slipped my legs over the bed but kept the blanket tucked around my nudity. Not that I had any reason to be modest with Brett. He’d seen and tasted every part of me. “I can’t.” I could. I wanted to, but I was afraid of being seen together. I glanced over my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

He leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Nothing to be sorry about. Can I see you later?”

I slid off the bed, grabbed my panties, and tugged them on. “Can I text you?”

“I’m easy. I need to talk to Romeo.” He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs. “If you come to the MC tonight, I might be working behind the bar.”