Page 99 of The Best Kind of Bad

I love you.

I love you.

I hold myself a little above her so that I can watch her face—memorize the way her eyelashes flutter as she comes. There’s a sense of significance tonight. I need to hold on tight because she could sift through my fingers at any moment. Gone. Smoke on the wind.

Is this the last time?

I can’t think about it.

Ihaveto think about it.

But then she’s wrapping her ankles around my hips, moving in a way that makes thought impossible. Tension coils in my stomach, building, until I feel everything tensing up. I start to pull back, but she’s got her ankles locked around my hips.

“Can you…” She falters, looking shy.

I’m trying to be a good listener, but that pussy is making it pretty hard and I’m about one stroke away from losing it.

She sighs, burying her face in the crook of my neck. “Come inside me, Dusty. I like the way it feels.”

The vulnerability in her voice, the request in itself, does me in. I come hard, pumping into her, wringing a second bonus orgasm from her.

When the hurricane passes. When the waves settle, I kiss her lips, her cheekbone, and rest my forehead on her shoulder.

She encourages me to give her my weight. I realize she’s laying on a hard metal truck bed, blankets be damned, so I hold most of my weight back. She sighs happily, fingers toying with my hair. I shower her with soft kisses.

“Hey Dusty?” Her fingers swirl in my hair.

“Hm?” My cock is still snuggled up in her pussy. I’m feeling remarkably content.

“You never asked if I’m on birth control.”

Ah. She noticed that.

I suppose she would. She tends to be the responsible one. “Are you on birth control?”

She laughs, lightly slapping my shoulder. “A little late now, isn’t it?”

I pull back a little, looking down at her face. Lit up by the moon like that, she’s never looked more beautiful. “I didn’t ask because it doesn’t matter.”

Her eyebrows pinch together in a slight frown. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m good either way.”

My cock is still semi-hard, so I push it in deeper.

A reluctant smile tugs at her lips. “Don’t try to distract me.”

With a sigh, I pull out and roll to the side. Leaning on my elbow, I prop my head up and tuck her hair behind her ear.

She puts her hand over mine. “You’re saying you wouldn’t mind if we got pregnant?”

A flush of happiness surges through my chest at the thought alone. “I’d be thrilled.”

Her eyebrows climb. “You’re serious?”

“Very.” I pause, studying her expression, the way the moonlight reflects in her eyes. “Does that bother you?”

“No.” Her response is immediate. “I mean, I don’t know what to do with that, if I’m honest. I’d have to think about it. But I am serious aboutyou.”

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