Page 71 of What if It's Us

Nearly asleep she drawls, “I couldn’t move if you paid me to.”

That’s right babe.

Because we didn’t just fuck.

We had mind blowing I-am-forever-changed sex.

And I am nowhere near done.

I retreat to the bathroom to quickly clean myself and then grab a warm washcloth for Marlee. After I help clean her up, I lie next to her on the bed, my feet on the headboard as well so she doesn’t feel alone.

“Internet says to keep your legs up for at least 30 minutes after sex,” I tell her. “And since everything on the internet is true…”

She turns her head and I wink at her so she knows I’m kidding about that last part.

“I think my body is humming,” she whispers when the air is silent between us.

I smile to myself because her comment is the best compliment and then I turn my head and glance at her half asleep next to me. “Well, I intend to make it sing, so rest up, Mar. We go again in thirty.”

Her eyes pop open and she turns her head toward me. “What?”

“You heard me,” I chuckle. “I’m not done until your pussy is overflowing with my cum and I have to push it back in with my fingers. I told you I’d put a baby inside you if it’s the last thing I do and I don’t intend to fail.” I roll toward her and place a kiss on her forehead. “And you’re in luck, Marlee, because I’m an overachiever.”

She crinkles her nose at me in the dark, as if I’m the world’s shittiest doctor, and then, without a word, she slides until her face is tucked under my jaw, her hair fanning over us like a tent. There’s a new quiet, one that isn’t lonely or awkward but has a weight, as if we have finally reached the center of something we’ve both been circling for years.

I stare up at the ceiling. Maybe I should say something profound, something to acknowledge that we just torched the last bridge between friendship and whatever the hell happens next. Instead, I listen to her breathing settle and watch the goosebumps fade from her arms.

She drags her thumb along my ribs, humming some song I don’t recognize.

Thirty minutes.

That’s what I said.

I picture a timer ticking down in the corner of the room, but will I even care when it dings?

Probably not.

2:00 A.M.

“Fuuuck,” Ledger. “Please. God, how is this so good?”

Her enthusiasm for my cock at nearly makes me chuckle as I bend her thighs back against her chest.

My body will hate me for this night when I’m trying to do my job on the ice tomorrow—well, later today, but do I care?

Fuck no.

Not even a little bit.

Because right now Marlee’s glistening pussy is on display and as far as I’m concerned I have no other job than to give her every last drop of cum that my body will produce for as long as I can keep going.

And I can keep going a long fucking time.

“Because your body was meant for me and me alone,” I tell her as I bury myself in her over and over again. I thrust hard and fast until I can’t see straight and then I lift her up and roll us both until she’s topping me. “Lift up and sit on my cock. Take it all, Mar. You’re in the driver’s seat.”

She’s not careful or slow. She knows what she wants and she goes after it. Her gorgeous tits in my face, she positions my cock at her entrance and slides down over it and, “Motherfucking fuck, Marlee.”

She stills, her eyes bulging. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry! Did I?—”

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