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Despite my having just come, my cock was still hard as steel. I pumped in and out, not giving her more than a few inches, but working my come deeper. Images of her belly growing with our child flashed through my mind. Each of them sexier than the last. No man would ever doubt she belonged to me when they saw her round with my baby.
Unable to bite back the words, I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear. “I can’t wait to see your belly grow, wildfire. You’re going to show the world you are mine. That I marked you. No one will ever question who you belong to. Who owns your soul. Will they, Abi? Will they?”
“Oh God,” she cried, her release hitting her hard.
Feeling her clenching and contracting around me, trying to suck me deeper, I came again. This time, it was so hard, the world blacked out for a moment. When I blinked it back into focus, Abi was sound asleep, her ass pushed back against me, my cock tip still inside. A light snore left her.
I lifted my head, a bemused smile teasing my lips as I watched her sleep.
Maybe I should have felt ashamed of myself for what I’d just done while she was only semiconscious. But not a single part of me regretted what had just happened.
Except now, I’d have to move sooner than I’d originally anticipated. Grinning, I kissed the back of her head, already making plans.
CHAPTER SIX
abi
As soon as my alarm began to blare, I shut it off. When I rolled over, it took me all of two seconds to realize I didn’t have my bottoms on. Not even my panties.
Memories of my dream crashed through my mind, and I covered my face with a pillow to muffle my scream. I was embarrassingly wet and sticky between my legs, further proof that I must have gotten myself off in my sleep. And from the slight ache that remained, I must have been rough.
Given how hot the dream had been, I wasn’t surprised. But I wasn’t sure how I was going to look at Professor Vaughn during class later in the day without turning into a human torch burning with a mixture of embarrassment and need.
Taking a quick shower put me behind a little. By the time I got downstairs, Sammy was already waiting on me.
“Good morning.” I gave her a hug, a happy hum leaving me when she didn’t hesitate to return it. Giving out affection was one of my love languages. I needed to dole it out and soaked it up in return. But I didn’t have many people in Creswell Springs whom I hugged often, and I felt starved for it. In the past two weeks since starting our friendship, I had absorbed all the affection she was so willing to give.
Arms still around me, Sammy pulled her head back with a frown.
“What?” I laughed when she didn’t say anything.
“You’re glowing.”
“I took a shower,” I excused, stepping back to start stretching.
“No,” she said with a firm shake of her head, but her voice had dropped, more like she was talking to herself than me. “You always have a little bit of a glow, but this morning is different.”
“Probably the wild dream I had last night,” I confided with a laugh. “Professor V gave it to me good.”
Sammy grinned. “I keep telling you that you need to ride that. Come on, Abs. Live on the wild side a little. Fuck your history professor.”
“He doesn’t want me,” I muttered, losing my smile. “Come on. I’ll pay for our coffee today after our run.”
“Fine,” she grumbled, bending to stretch out her back.
As she did, a group of guys on their way to baseball practice gave a loud wolf whistle. I flinched at the unexpected sound. Self-defense classes were something my mom and Hayat’s had insisted on when we were preteens. I could take care of myself if I needed to. Other than a few fights that Hayat, my sister Ali, and I had gotten into with the occasional mean girl growing up, I’d never actually had to use any of the skills I’d learned, though.
Without turning around, Sammy flipped them off. “Keep walking, fuckboys. No one has time for your weak game.”
“The redhead is hotter anyway,” I heard one of them tell their friends, earning him high fives and chuckled agreements. “I’d like to hit that. I’d give her a good pounding.”
“Yeah, she is hotter,” Sammy called after them before I could open my mouth to tell them to dream on. “But she’s way too good for any of you. Keep. Walking. Otherwise, I might have to add your livers to my growing collection.”
“Psychotic bitch,” he said loud enough that we could hear.
“Calling me sweet names won’t entice me to touch your limp dick, Casanova,” Sammy returned, still stretching and not looking their way. She appeared bored, but there was something in her eyes that made me wonder… I mentally laughed the thought away, even when she continued, “The only time I play with mean boys is when I paint the walls with their blood.”
Snickering, I retied my shoe and stretched out my calves. “I love your dark sense of humor.”
