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"Yeah? How deep?" He slows his thrusts and picks up pace on my clit.
I whimper. "Deep. Deep as you can. Fuck me hard. Please?"
It doesn't matter how desperate I sound because I know Damien loves dirty talk in bed. Because I know I'm safe with him, that he doesn't think I'm a slut because I tell him what I want.
"Love it when you talk like that," he growls, pistoning into me. "Can you take it all?"
I'm on the edge of an orgasm now, ready to explode. "Y-yes...Damien, like that!"
He leans in a little more, and I bite his shoulder through his T-shirt, trying not to be too loud as I come with a choking scream that echoes in the small room. Probably the people outside at the party can hear me, but I don't care.
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Fuck yeah. I've got you, Kate. Let go."
I wrap my arms around him, panting, meeting his hard and raw thrusts with my hips, my orgasm still rolling through me with bone-quaking intensity.
And that's when he growls low and deep, and I feel his cock pumping against my swollen walls.
"Kate," he whispers hoarsely. "Kate, take this. Take all of me. Fuck."
While he catches his breath, I'm clinging to him and begin to giggle.
"How am I going to go out to the party, all messy like this?"
He sighs, a contented noise, his eyes fluttering half shut. "I'll help clean you up."
"I want a kiss first."
"You got it."
He cups my face. As rough and quick as our sex was, the kiss he gives me is filled with tenderness and love.
Post-orgasm shimmers of bliss flutter through me then abruptly stop when I remember one detail.
Because of everything that's going on—the wedding plans, my moms appointment with her doctor earlier in the day, my best friend Laurens imminent arrival—I've forgotten something.
I haven't taken my birth control pill all week, and Damien just finished inside of me.
Without a condom. And I'm taking statin drugs for my condition, which could be a disaster if I'm pregnant. My stomach sinks.
My phone pings, and Damien picks up my purse and hands it to me while he turns to the sink and the paper towel rack. I rummage around and find my cell.
I take a deep breath when I see the message. Time is moving at warp speed.
"You ready to meet my best friend?"
Damien slideshis arm around my shoulders.
"They seem to be getting along well." He tips his beer bottle in the direction of his brother Max and my best friend Lauren.
I smile. "They certainly do. Wouldn't that be funny if..." My voice trails off.
Damien lets out a chuckle, the flickering light of the beach bonfire dancing over his cheekbones. We're two of about twenty people gathered around this massive nighttime fire. Everyone's full from the pig roast we'd had earlier and also most are fairly tipsy.
Everyone but me, because I realized after my unprotected sex with Damien that if there's even a tiny chance I'm pregnant, I shouldn't drink.
Even so, I'm in a melancholic mood.
Everything's so...perfect. From the full moon casting the silvery glow over the Gulf to Remy, playing love songs on theguitar near the fire. That Lauren is here—and that she didn't judge me harshly when I told her the truth about Damien and me—makes it even sweeter.
