Page 88 of Exposed Ink

“Hey, it still works!”

I raise a brow.

“Well, it did,” he mutters. “Now”—he leans in and traces my upper lip with his tongue—“where was I?”

Before I can answer, his mouth comes down on mine, and his tongue slips past my parted lips as his fingers slide into my pussy, making me groan when he adds another, filling me so good that I have no doubt I’ll be coming soon.

The moment my orgasm hits, Shane pulls his fingers out, but before I can complain, he’s spreading my thighs wider and entering me slow and deep, his cock hitting that perfect spot that he knows will have me coming for a second time within minutes.

“Fuck, Kins,” he murmurs against my mouth. “You feel this, right?” He pulls back slightly and wraps his fingers around my throat. “The way my cock fits so perfectly in your tight pussy?” He squeezes gently as his thrusts become more chaotic. “I can’t get enough of you.”

With his eyes locked on mine, he shakes his head as if he can’t believe how much he wants and needs me, and I get it because he’s quickly come to mean so much to me, and even though I want to look at those houses today to be mature and responsible, to consider all of my options, I already know that I can’t live without Shane, nor do I want to. His home has become my home. His bed, mine. And all I want is to spend every day and night with this man.

“I feel it,” I breathe as my orgasm begins to work its way out.

Shane must feel that it’s closer because he applies the tiniest bit of pressure to my throat as he shifts his hips in a way that has me climaxing once again.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses, releasing my throat and connecting his mouth with mine to swallow down my moans of pleasure as he finds his own release.

He doesn’t waste any time pulling out and spreading my lips so he can watch his cum seep out of me—something he does often.

“You know, every time we have sex, there’s a chance I’ve gotten you pregnant,” he points out with a smirk that tells me he wouldn’t mind it at all.

“Then, it’s a good thing I have a doctor’s appointment this week to get on birth control,” I volley, making him frown. “Don’t give me that look!” I lift my foot and give his stomach—which feels more like a concrete wall than flesh and muscle—a little shove, sitting up on my elbows. “I’m trying to be a responsible adult.”

“Fuck being responsible,” he scoffs, grabbing my foot and throwing it to the side so he can situate himself between my legs.

He pushes me onto my back and cages me in his strong arms. “You said it yourself,” he murmurs, his mouth so close to mine that I can feel his cool breath. “The doctor said it might be harder to get pregnant, so if you did get pregnant, it’d be like it was meant to be.” He hits me with a lopsided grin that causes my insides to tighten.

“You mean that?” I breathe out, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “I get it. You’re trying to take things slow and do them the right way, but if by some crazy chance you got pregnant, I’d be more than okay with it.” He leans in and kisses me. “I know you need to get on birth control because you’re not there yet. But that’s okay because I’ll be right here, waiting for you to catch up. And you will.” He kisses me again and then looks into my eyes. “You and I are forever, Kinsley, and I’ll wait however long you need for you to see that.”

The wordforevercauses a lump of emotion to clog my throat.

“What’s wrong?” Shane asks, cupping the side of my face.

“Brandon was supposed to be my forever,” I choke out, “but forever only turned out to be a short time. What if it’s the same with us? What if I move in and we get married and have babies and I lose you too?”

A panic attack starts to hit me as the possibility of losing Shane flashes before my eyes. He’s a firefighter, for God’s sake. What if something horrible happens to him? Or to Taylor?

What if?—

“Hey,” he says, sliding his knuckles down my cheek. “Don’t do that, Kinsley. You’re right. Anything can happen to any of us at any time. We’re all on borrowed time. But I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to make forever as long as possible.”

I nod in understanding, blinking back my tears that are blurring my vision, and I count back from ten to calm myself down—a technique Julia taught me. Once my heart rate is somewhat normal, I take a deep breath and wrap my arms around Shane’s neck.

“I love you,” I tell him. “And I want forever with you … whatever that looks like.”

* * *

“All right, I gotta go.”Shane kisses my cheek as he grabs his travel mug containing the protein shake I made him—his go-to breakfast. “I love you. Have a good day.”

“I love you too.” I turn around and kiss him on his lips. “Be safe.”

“Always. I promised you forever, remember?”

He shoots me a wink, and I shake my head, loving how playful he is. It doesn’t matter how emotional or deep I get. He always handles it with such patience.

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