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“Slater,” she whimpers squirming against me.
“Keep moving around on my cock, baby, and all talking will stop while I fuck you hard.”
“We could talk later,” she suggests, her voice soft, sweet, and full of need.
“Does that mean you’re going to stay the night?” I ask, wanting that more than I’ve ever wanted another single thing in my life.
“Maybe. First, we need to stop this,” she says, and moves as if she’s going to lift off me.
No fucking way.
“Stopping is the last thing we need to do,” I argue, and I hold her tight as I shift and flip us in the bed so that now she’s against the mattress and I’m over her.
Her legs press against my hips as she moves and somehow, I sink deeper inside her.
“Slater, I’m serious. We screwed up.”
“The hell we did,” I argue, bending down to nibble on her breast. She starts to push against me, but as I suck her nipple into my mouth her fingers bite into my back, holding me to her.
“Honey, we have to stop. We haven’t used a condom. You must be gloved up,” she whimpers, her hips rocking into me.
I freeze because shit, I didn’t even think of using a condom. Ialwayswear a condom. I panic at the thought of not using one. Right now, though, it’s the last thing I want. “It’s a little too late to worry about it now, Ace. Are you on birth control?”
“Do I look stupid? Of course, I am.”
“Good,” I murmur, ignoring the image of Marigold pregnant with my child that floats through my mind. That’s just pure craziness. Obviously having the best sex I’ve ever had in my life has fried more than a few brain cells. “Then I say we continue what we’ve started.”
“We can’t.”
I frown, pulling back to look at her. I can’t lie, having her deny me is pissing me off. “Why the hell not?”
“Because I may have slipped up once—”
“I’d say twice,” I grumble just because I can, grinding against her. This time Marigold’s nails bite so deeply into my skin I’m pretty sure she scores my skin and fuck if I don’t like that idea. I want to carry her mark. I want her to have mine. With that in mind I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth. I capture it with my teeth flicking my tongue against the hardened tip.
“Damn it, Slater…”
“Mm,” I moan, the sound vibrating against her nipple. I let go to look down at her. “I like it better when you call me honey,” I respond, realizing I crave hearing her calling me honey while I’m tunneling in and out of her. It’s something I’ve tasted tonight, and I want more. I doubt I’ll ever have enough of it.
“Honey,” she says, and I know she’s annoyed right now, but it comes out as a moan and the sound wraps around my cock.
“That’s better.”
“We have to stop.”
“Why? You said you were protected.”
“No, I said I was on birth control. There’s more to worry about.”
“You said it had been a while for you. I’m—”
“It hasn’t for you. Do I need to remind you that you had Bat-Bunnies hanging all over you when we first met? Not to mention my brother told me your nickname.”
“Nickname?” I ask, confused as hell and wondering why we’re having this conversation when I’m buried deep inside of her and have yet to mark her tits like I want to. Fuck, I want to mark her whole body.
Maybe I should start with the inside of her thighs.
“Beaver Tamer.”
