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Candy shakes her head with agitation, her eyes dropping from my face. “You say that now because you want to be with me. But you could change your mind down the road. Look at Atlas and Gauge. They never wanted kids. Yet they changed once they found their right person.”

My grip on Candy tightens, sensing her retracting her feelings for me. I refuse to have her close us off over some stupid baby bullshit.

“Candy, look at me,” I beg in as soft a voice as I can manage.

Tears streaming down her apple cheeks, she looks back at me. The heartbreak written on her face is cutting me the fuck up, especially when it’s unnecessary.

“My views on becoming a father will never change. If you never existed and there was someone else as a poor substitute, I still wouldn’t want kids.”

“But the rest of the guys?—”

“Fuck my brothers and what they want,” I snap in protest. “When I was fourteen, my parents sent me away to a boarding school because they couldn’t handle the fallout of an emotional kid wanting their parents’ affection. I vowed never to repeat my parents’ mistake. The day I retired from the navy, I went in for a vasectomy to make damn sure I never fathered an unwanted child.”

Candy gapes at me. “What?”

“I shoot blanks, sweetness.”

We stare at each other, neither of us talking. When the silence becomes too much for me to bear, I ease my grip on her. I remove one hand from her shoulder and run it down the curve of her round face.

“Both of us had chunks of our lives stolen. Both of us have been imprisoned at one time. We’ve seen how fucking cruel the world can be and lived this life for ourselves. Can’t you see? We’re the same, Goddess. What we want, what we feel—it’s the same.”

“You don’t want kids?” she asks, hope coating her voice.

“Hell no,” I say firmly. “Fuck ’em kids.”

Candy stares back at me with a weird mixture of awe and confusion on her pretty face. “If you had a vasectomy, why ask me if you needed a condom last night?”

“To make you comfortable with having sex with me,” I answer matter-of-factly. “We’ve grown close over the years, but I’ll not assume you’re okay with me going bare on friendship alone. I thought it was clear when we talked about being STI free.”

“So it wasn’t because you worried about getting me pregnant?”

I shake my head. “No, Goddess. Pregnancy isn’t a concern when you’re sterile. I should’ve mentioned it to you then. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

My voice grows rougher as I recall the memory of last night. “But you were sinking down on me, clutching me in your tight heat…”

My dick swells to the size of a brick, pushing against the zipper of my jeans. Eager to be inside Candy again, I shunt my hips, pressing my length between us. Feeling my hardened cock nudging her, she gasps. My need is growing out of hand. I swallow a groan, annoyed our clothing is in the way.

Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, “All thought went out the window as soon as you were riding me. The way your breasts bounced each time your pelvis met mine hypnotized me. The whimsical sounds of your soft moans echoing in my head pushed reason aside. And the way your fingernails dug into my skin on my pecs had me focused on one thing—getting you off and following you into the bliss.”

I pull back to look into her eyes as I sternly say, “Never doubt me again. It’s not as fun when I have to be the dominant.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BUTCH

Candy grabs me by the front of my cut, pulling me in for a fierce kiss. With her soft lips pressed against mine, I meet her energy with the same level of aggression. I groan into her mouth, selfishly taking everything I can from her. She tastes like tears and lust, stoking my hunger. My tongue fights against hers, tussling for control. It’s only a matter of time before she reclaims her dominance, and I can’t wait to see how she’ll do it.

A tight squeeze on my nuts has Candy regaining control of my bad behavior. It hurts so good.

I break the kiss, pulling back from her face. A hum of pleasure rolls deep in my chest.

“Fuck, I love you getting rough,” I groan, licking my lips eagerly. “You’re a damn natural at bringing me to heel. Go ahead, Goddess. Make me hurt. Do it knowing I belong to you.”

“Butch,” Candy purrs, rubbing her body against mine like a cat in heat. “Why are you still dressed?”

About fucking time.

“Waiting for your permission to strip us bare.”

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