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I helped him to his feet and then covered his mouth with mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, and fuck if that wasn’t sexy as hell.

“Clothes off and on the bed, baby boy. I want to feel you underneath me.”

We both stripped off our clothes and then fell onto the bed together.

“Have I told you lately how fucking beautiful you are?” I ran a finger across one of his nipples, and he shivered. If he didn’t already have me on edge with that blowjob, I might’ve taken some time to enjoy just how sensitive he was. But right now, getting inside him was imperative to my survival.

I reached blindly for the lube and condom that were on the bedside table. I knocked the basket the condoms were in off onto the floor, but I didn’t care. We could clean that up later. I rolled on the condom and then opened the bottle, pouring some of the lube onto my hand.

He spread his legs wide, giving me plenty of access. I pressed one finger in, sliding it in and out of his hole, then added a second. I pumped in and out, twisting them around and stretching him as he moaned—and damn, I loved that sound.

Once I was sure he was ready, I got into position and slid into him slowly, letting out a long groan as his tight heat surrounded me. I stilled to give him a chance to adjust. I stayed there until I felt his body relax around me. Then I began to thrust into him harder and deeper, encouraged by the sounds he made.

“Yes, yes, harder, just like that.”

“Touch yourself for me, baby. I want you to come with me.”

He did as I said, reaching down to wrap his hand around his leaking cock, and began to stroke in time with my thrusts.

“Yes, just like that,” I told him as I slammed into him over and over. Seeing the urgent way he jerked his cock—like he was desperate to come—was enough to push me over the edge, but I fought against it, wanting him to get there first. Finally, he cried out as he came all over his stomach.

I gripped his hips tight, holding him in place as I thrust deep inside him one more time, throwing my head back and roaring as I came, filling the condom with my release.

When all this mess with Butch was over and done with, I planned to talk to him about losing the condoms. Because he was it for me. I wanted to fill him with my seed—not a bloody condom—but there would be time enough for that later on.

I rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean him up, then I fell into bed next to him, pulling him close.

Chapter nineteen

Mika

I got up early the next morning and snuck out of bed. Waking up without me made my Daddy grumpy—something I found adorable—but Mars and Andy were coming over today, and I wanted to make sure the condo was clean before they came. Plus, I was planning to fix us a nice lunch and maybe some brownies as well, so that meant I needed to get a move on.

I should’ve done it yesterday instead of binge-watching baking shows and feeling sorry for myself, but I didn’t. Sometimes past-me didn’t make the best choices, and present me had to deal with them. This was one of those times.

I made French toast because Hawk really seemed to like it. Plus, it would be quick and easy so I could get started on other things.

By the time he came into the kitchen looking all pouty, I had breakfast ready and had cleaned both the kitchen and the spare bathroom.

“You left me in bed,” he grumbled.

“I did, but I made you French toast.”

“With strawberries?”

“Of course.” I opened the oven and pulled out the plate of French toast. “The guys are coming today, and I had things I needed to get done before they came.”

“Like what?” He headed straight for the coffee pot while I put all the food on the kitchen island. He had both a dining room table and a breakfast nook, but for the most part, we sat at the island. It was just easier.

“I needed to make sure everything was clean. I couldn’t have them coming here to this amazing place and have it be all dirty and nasty.”

He took a seat on the stool in front of the food and then turned to look at me. “Mika, this place has never been so clean. I swear having you here is like having a live-in housekeeper. I don’t know what could’ve possibly been dirty and nasty.”

I pushed the bowl of macerated strawberries his way, and he spooned a bunch of them on top of his French toast. “I just wanted everything to be clean for them, that’s all. And trust me, that spare bathroom needed a good cleaning.”

“You’ve already done it?” he asked.

“Well, yeah. That’s why I got up early, even if I’d rather stay in bed with you.” I didn’t know if it was the forkful of sugary goodness he’d just eaten or the comment, but his face softened, and he smiled at me. “Plus, I have to make our lunch and maybe a sweet treat as well.”

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