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Only she stops riding me.
My hands fall to her ass and hips, lifting and dropping her over my shaft. I’d love to be able to kiss her, but at some point, she moved to resting her face in my throat.
My knot aches.
My cock isn’t in much better shape.
And my head is a mess.
“More,” she begs, nodding. “God, Trigg, you feel so good.”
“You too, angel,” I choke out, focusing on anything but the way she feels wrapped around me. Her breasts jiggle against my chest as she works her swollen nub, and the sight is erotic.
I’d love to watch them bounce as I trap her below me, but I don’t have the first clue how to make that happen safely.
Why haven’t I spent time researching sexual positions?
Oh, likely because I found the thought utterly appalling prior to meeting Quincy. I’m frequently covered in bodily fluids, and yet, blood and brain matter seemed less unappealing than physical intimacy…
How wrong I was.
Quincy’s begging moans grow even louder, and her pussy spasms around my length. No amount of gritting my teeth or clenching my muscles can help.
She sobs, shaking against my chest, and I lose the battle to hold on.
Pleasure rips through my nerve endings, and I growl, filling her full of my cum.
At some point, Quincy and I change positions. I’m granted the opportunity to watch her tits bounce and jiggle with each snap of my hips as I kneel between her spread thighs, but I can’t get too close.
Not just because of the baby either.
It’s too dangerous to be within biting distance. I keep her knees on my forearms and fuck her through another orgasm. She doesn’t appear to be cooling off, and I need more information.
Possibly some backup.
Lowering her legs to the mattress, I pull free of her sex and crawl over her. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
“What?” she groans.
“Be right back, angel.” I peck a kiss on her lips and scramble off the bed.
Chapter Thirty
Hartley
Ridge isn’t bad company. Hell, after a day of assembling baby furniture, setting up the nursery, and moving the old carpet and dresser that were in the room out to the garage, we’ve bonded.
We both love football, have an extreme distaste for sushi, and don’t intend to let Quincy get away. I figure that’s more in common than some people have. At the very least, it’s the basis for the beginning of a friendship.
We stand around the hallway, finishing our beers just outside the pack bedroom. It almost feels like Ridge is dropping me off at my door after the world’s strangest first date.
“You sure you want to go in there?” he asks, nodding at the door behind me as he takes a swig of his beer.
I snort. “Where else am I going to sleep? The couch?”
He’s not wrong to ask, though.
I’ve been asking myself the same damn thing.
