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I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock before swirling around the tip and sucking lightly on the thick crown. We still gazed at each other, and I angled my head to the side as I licked from the base of his cock to the tip. I could taste the salty tang when a drop of cum danced over my tongue. His fingers slid into my hair. I loved the subtle sting on my scalp from his grip. Every sensation brought me deeper into my body, deeper into the storm that Kenan stirred up inside.
He growled my name when I sucked him deep inside my mouth. I curled my fist at the base as I settled in to suck and tease him. He gasped my name again, his fingers tightening in my hair. One of his palms slapped against the door, and his hips thrust toward me, his release spurting into my mouth. A moment later, I drew back, releasing him with a pop.
We stared at each other. His breath came in heaves, and I was acutely aware of how wet I was. My panties were soaked, and I needed him inside me. Now.
I stumbled away from the door to the bed. I tossed my shirt to the floor, and he yanked on my jeans, murmuring, “I need to be inside you.”
My jeans were only half around my hips, as I heard him yanking his wallet out and tossing it to the floor. A second later, he rolled on a condom. He bent me over on the bed. I had one knee resting on it. There was a tight friction from where my jeans were still half around my knees.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned when he teased his fingers in my folds.
I rocked my hips back, crying out. I was already so close to coming; my release was right there. He pumped twice with his fingers before withdrawing his touch. I cried out, bereft.
“Kenan, hurry,” I begged, not even recognizing the woman I was when I was in thrall with him, so tied up with desire that I forgot everything but him.
“Right here, sweetheart.”
I felt the thick press of his crown at my entrance followed by the slow slide of him filling me. I threw my head back as I cried out and pressed back into him. His palm slid up my back, his fingers tangling into my hair as he seated himself more deeply.
Everything was a rush as he began to thrust into me. He reached around, teasing his fingers over my clit. My release came in a noisy burst. I heard myself crying his name. He thrust once more to fill me as we shuddered, and he curled around me.
We collapsed on the bed together, with Kenan still inside me. We lay there, gasping for breath.
“Is it always going to be like this?” I asked a few minutes later when I could finally catch my breath.
He smoothed my hair away from my cheek, his lips landing on the back of my neck, just behind my ear, as he murmured, “I don’t know.”
We disentangled ourselves and actually finished undressing before he tugged me into the shower. He kissed me lazily under the water running down around us, and then we tumbled into bed, falling asleep wrapped up together.
When I woke in the darkness, he was curled up behind me, holding me in his embrace. I felt safer and more secure than I’d ever felt in my life. I wanted to sleep like this every night, with my very best friend.
A sense of trepidation slipped through me. Because maybe this felt good for me, but what if it didn’t last?
ChapterTwenty-Three
QUINN
I caught myself tracing my fingertip along the surface of my bracelet. I told myself I was just polishing it. Ha! I was nervous, really nervous. A moment later, a light knock sounded on the door to the small examination room where I waited at the doctor’s office.
“Come in!” I called.
A woman stepped in, her smile warm as she glanced over. She wore the requisite white lab coat, with her name, Nelly Thomas, MD, stitched onto it in blocky script. She held a computer tablet in her hand and sat across from me at a wheeled stand with a computer monitor mounted to the side. She promptly swung it in front of her and set the tablet on the counter behind her.
“I’m Dr. Thomas. You were referred over by your OB/GYN in Fireweed Harbor, correct?” she asked.
I nodded, lacing my hands together as I glanced down. My legs were crossed with one of my feet bobbing in the air. I quickly uncrossed them and planted both feet firmly on the floor as if I could will my anxiety away. I cleared my throat.
“I get a lot of referrals from her. She could actually do my job.”
“Oh, I can work with her if that’s better.”
Dr. Thomas smiled over at me before her eyes dipped down to the computer screen. She tapped a few keys on the keyboard. “She could, but she tells me she prefers to do the generalist practice. So here’s my spiel about IVF…” she began.
Approximately half an hour later, I had the details of the process. I was considered a prime candidate—healthy and fairly young, and the initial tests showed I didn’t have any issues with my ovulation. To start, she set me up with some medication to prime my fertility and sent me away with a link to review my options for sperm donors.
I couldn’t believe it. I was going to do this. Every time I had started to think about Kenan on the short flight from Fireweed Harbor to Juneau today, I batted those thoughts away. He had told me time and again that he didn’t want kids. He loved all of his siblings and said he would be an excellent uncle to the passel of kids his siblings would produce. I didn’t know what would happen with us, but I wanted a baby, and I wanted to be a mother.
The timing of what was happening between Kenan and me muddled the issues around motherhood for me. Maybe we would get this out of our systems and realize we were meant to be friends and hopefully not obliterate our friendship. Or things might feel better, but we would discover we couldn’t work out because I wanted to have kids, and he didn’t.
