Page 171 of Will Bark for Pizza
“Red,” I growled.
“Please?” she pleaded.
“I don’t have a condom with me.”
“I’m on birth control,” she said, pushing my jeans and boxers over my hips. “I’m clean.”
“I am too.”
“Then, please?”
“You’re sure?”
Kira pulled my shaft to her drenched center, stroking me through her wetness. She locked her fierce blue gaze with mine.
“I want you to come inside me, Beckett.”
I drew her in for a wild, untamed kiss as my cock slid perfectly into her depths. It felt so fucking good to be inside her that I could hardly fathom this was reality. That anything else was ever enough.
Her legs snaked around my waist, and I slid my hands to her hips as I set a savage pace. We held onto one another as though there were no other choice. I kissed her so hard I worried I’d bruise her lips. But she didn’t allow me to back off as she dug her fingernails into my shoulders and I slammed into her over and over.
I held out until the moment Kira exploded, and then I stopped fighting it. I came so hard I left my fucking body.
When the world finally stilled around us, we both noticed the mess we created. The books, papers, and trinkets strewn all over the floor and desk, as though a windstorm had blown through. One of the desk legs cracked, and I pulled Kira into my arms seconds before it gave.
“I’ll fix that,” I promised, kissing her again.
“That doesn’t count as my favor, right?” she teased.
“No, Red, it doesn’t.”
“Good.” She kissed me once more. “Because I’m saving it for something really good.”
FIFTY-FIVE
HUSKER
Sniff, sniff, sniff!
These boxes smell funny.
Mom, what’s in all these boxes?
They’re really big.
Sniff, sniff, sniff!
“Are these the special editions?”
What’s a special edition, Grandma Connie?
Special edition treats?
They don’t smell like treats.
“I think so?—”
“Surprise!”
