Page 36 of Keeper

He chuckles. “Have you thought about it? Fucking me? Letting me breed you?”

Every day. Multiple times a day. God, he’s hot. Deliciously, dangerously hot. Those blue eyes of his haunt me when I’m awake, when I’m asleep, when I’m fucking dissociating. His cock is perfect, his fingers are skilled, and I’d be lying if I said the taboo aspect of it all didn’t make me violently horny.

Yes, I’ve thought about it.

But I always come to the same conclusion.

Fucking him is a death wish.

Still, just thinking about him and how he’d sound, how he’d move when he hits the edge buried deep inside me and fills me up with cum... my clit throbs.

“Of course I have. I’ve considered almost every option when it comes to protecting myself.”

“Good. You should. But believe it or not, I’ve been thinking of how to protect you too, and I think we both know the other can keep a secret.”

I can’t argue with him. If nothing else, he’s kept our past dalliances to himself, and I’ve kept my mouth shut about everything. But this is different. “Alex will find out. If you get me pregnant—” fuck, I have to stop for a second. The thought alone has my cunt getting slick. “Alex will know. He’ll know.”

“I wouldn’t worry about him, but I’m glad that’s your biggest hangup and not me filling your tight little pussy up with my cum.”

He parks at the doctor’s office and turns to see me better, witnessing the way I clench my thighs, the way my breath hitches.

Fuck, I want it. I want him. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me at all at this point I’m ready to jump him right here — but I can’t. I won’t. “Thank you for the offer, but no. Alex will come around. He has to.”

Biting his lip, his eyes travel all the way up my body from my legs to my face. “Alright, little keeper. Let’s get this over with while you’re wet for me.”

Oh, hell.

Laughing a little, I get out of the car on shaky legs and stare at the building. “Who said I’m wet for you?”

He throws me off guard when he gets out and locks the doors like he’s coming with me. “Your body. We have our own ways of communicating whether you want us to our not.”

His hand finds my lower back in a way that screams possession, but I find myself leaning in, chasing the scent of his cologne and the muscles he barely hides under tightly fitted clothes. He’s right, I am wet for him. It just doesn’t change anything.

“You don’t have to come in. I can call you when I’m done.”

Draven leans into my ear to whisper, “With that phone you didn’t need?” then smirks. “That’s okay. I’m coming in here since I can’t cum where I want.”

Another horrible joke from a horrible man, yet I find myself loosening up a little bit.

Maybe it’ll be nice to have some company, even if it’s him.

With my heart somewhere in my throat and my traitorous thighs slick, I check in with the receptionist and look for a place to sit.

“That won’t be necessary,” she says quickly. “We were given instructions to bring you back right away.”

Of course they were.

“Thank god for that,” Dray cuts in. “We’ve been going at it like rabbits, ma’am. I’m talking breeding her multiple times a day, and we just can’t understand what’s happening. Will we need to have sex here today? Is that one of the tests? Because I’m ready now.”

My jaw drops as my cheeks inflame red. All I can do is smack his shoulder.

“Oh, Alexander?” she asks, glancing at her papers. “I wasn’t aware you’d be joining her today. Your tests are scheduled for next week. You’ll have to speak with the doctor.”

I mouth an apology to the poor receptionist and deflate with relief when I see the nurse.

“I’ll be back. Just wait here, okay?”

“Hey, nurse.” He ignores me completely and walks over to shake her hand. “I was just telling her up front that I’m locked and loaded to breed my fiancé here if needed.”

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