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She groans, grinding down while my hips drive up into her. Faster and harder, I feel that buzz of electricity in my spine and my balls tighten, pulling up until I have to grit my teeth to keep from blowing.

Then her hips roll and she glides up and then down with that same hip roll that makes my eyes cross and the pressure build.

“Oh god, now,” she whimpers and I feel her body contract around my shaft, the pulsing like velvet hands clenching over and over.

“Yes, now, baby!” I holler and then my dick jerks, my seed spilling in her body.

And that’s the exact moment I realize we didn’t use any protection.

“Shit!” I groan, yanking out, my teeth clenched. I can feel my release dripping down and I rip my shirt off, trying to wipe up as much as I can, shoving her off gently.

“What are you doing?” Her voice is soft but I can still hear the hurt in her voice.

“We didn’t use any protection,” I grind out, throwing the shirt to the side, my frustration taking over.

“Oh, I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. So there shouldn’t be any problem. Unless you’re not?”

I shoot her a dark look. “I haven’t been with anyone for two years. And I’ve been tested. I’m clean. But this was stupid as hell. I lost my head. I just…”. I run my hands through my hair, tugging at it, wincing when pain from the cut reminds me why we’re in this mess.

“Can you call someone else?”

“Why don’t you call someone?” She’s tugging at her clothes, pulling them back on and turning her back on me. I swear I hear her sniffle and I groan silently.

“I’m sorry, Poppy. I’m not blaming you. I just can’t believe we got this carried away.”

“Yeah, right.” She glances outside and I feel her draw even further away from me.

“The rain’s stopped. I’m gonna get out and call Clay again.” She steps outside and slams the door closed.

I wince and slump back into the seat. “Dammit, what a fucking mess.”

I see her talking quickly to someone and then her eyes lock on me in the truck and she turns away again, hiding what she’s doing.

“Dammit,” I run my hands into my hair again. This is definitely bad. I’ve wanted her since I moved here but I shoved it down because number one…I don’t need to get involved with another woman. When I lost Cass, that was it for me. I didn’t want to even think about dating. And all the rest of it?

No, I’m not thinking about any of that.

She opens the door and slides in. “I called Liam. He’s coming to pull us out of the ditch so we can make it home.”

“Good, good.” I take a deep breath. “I’m sorry about what happened, Poppy. I don’t usually lose it like that. Maybe it was the smack in the head or…”

She whips around and her green eyes glare back at me. “Don’t blame that on head trauma. You did what you wanted and so did I. Now we just have to live with the consequences.” I can see the wheels turning in her head and I have an uneasy feeling but I don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say.

Relief floods me when a tow truck pulls up alongside us. Poppy rolls her window down and Scott leans out.

“You guys need some help there?” he laughs.

“Sure. Thanks, man. Liam was on his way but I’m sure he’ll be okay with not coming.”

“You’ll have to call him,” Poppy says, stepping out to talk to the good-looking and humorous tow-truck driver.

I can feel a possessive rage rising in my body, but I shove it down. I don’t have the right. I can’t be the man for her. Even after what we did, it’s just not something I can do.

My wife’s loss made it impossible. I don’t want to lose someone else and any time you let someone in, you’re running that risk. Let alone the aftermath that broke me.

So I turn away and call Liam, “hey man. The tow truck is here to help us so we’re good. Stay there with Candy. It’s a mess out here.”

“That’s great! How are things going with Poppy? I know you guys looked like you were having an argument.”

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