Page 48 of Riot's Thorn
“I don’t lie. Bones tests us every three months. Why do you ask?”
“Because we didn’t use a condom. Who’s Bones?”
“He’s our doctor. And I know we didn’t use a condom. I don’t want anything between us. Ever.”
Her eyes soften slightly. “Aren’t you worried about babies?”
“Do I need to worry about babies?” I ask.
“No, I’m on birth control.”
“Then why are we talking about this?” I push myself up onto my knees and gingerly pull free from her body. If I don’t do it now, I’ll just fuck her again, and her cunt is probably sore. “Pull your legs back.”
“What? No.”
I reach over and pinch her nipple until she winces. “Do it.”
“Things aremessydown there,” she says lowly.
“I know. I want to see.”
“You’re so gross.”
“You don’t know the half of it. Now let me see my pussy.”
She looks at the ceiling as she draws her knees to her chest. “There.”
“Good girl.” I watch as my cum drips down her pussy, all the way to her asshole. Not wanting her to lose any of what I gave her, I trace my finger in the opposite direction and push my cum back inside. “Fuck me. This is just the beginning. I have so much I want to do with you.”
“We need to talk about this.” She lowers her legs, and I sigh in disappointment.
“About what?”
“About this.” She motions between us. “I don’t think this should happen again.”
“This is happening again.” I slide off the bed.
“I don’t think it’s a good?—”
Her words are cut off when I throw her arms over my shoulder and, in one swift motion, put her in a fireman’s hold and carry her to the bathroom. She squeals and fights, but it’s in vain. I step into the tub, wondering if it’s finally time to update my cabin. This shower is too small for both of us to fit comfortably. I don’t mind being close, but it would be nice to have a bit more room.
After lowering her to her feet, I turn on the water, waiting until it heats before pulling the lever for the shower. We get hit with freezing cold water for a few seconds before the warm has a chance to work through the pipes, making her holler even louder. But soon, she settles, and I turn us so the spray is mostly on her, like the goddamn gentleman I’m not.
“Riot,” she says in that tone I’m learning means she’s about to say something that’ll piss me off. “None of this is okay. We can’t have sex again. Out of all the people in the world, you are probably the last person I should be naked with right now.”
“You liked it.” I squirt shampoo into my palm and turn her around so I can wash her hair. The scent of her shampoo turns my semi into more of a three-quarters erection. It reminds me of our first night together, when I had her in my arms.
“I did, but that’s not why this is a bad idea.”
“Youreallyliked it.” I massage the shampoo into her hair, and she leans back into my touch.
“I’m not going to marry you,” she says, but she’s enjoying what I’m doing so much, her words come out slow.
“You will if you ever want to leave here and don’t want to get dead.” I turn her back around to rinse the shampoo before repeating the process with conditioner.
“So, if I don’t mindgetting dead, I can leave?”
“No.”
