Page 195 of Broken Bonds
Now I’m suddenly closer to the edge than I realized, and I struggle to hold back. But then his cock explodes between us and I dig in, fucking, grinding, quickly joining and filling him.
Kissing him again, I hold him, not withdrawing, savoring the echoes of pleasure pinballing through both of us. I think maybe he’s about to fall asleep when his stomach grumbles, making me laugh.
I lift my head. “Can I make you anything, baby? Sandwich? Snack?”
His sleepy, sexy smile wraps me around his heart and soul. “If you can still talk, much less walk, I guess I didn’t do a very good job, did I?”
Snickering as I remember our first time and what I said, I kiss him again. “On the contrary, that was fucking amazing.”
He snuggles against me, a yawn catching him off guard. “Why am I so sleepy? I thought I’d want to fuck all afternoon.”
“I forgot to mention knotting takes a bit more energy out of you than regular fucking.”
He snorts. “Now you tell me.”
“And you’re pregnant.”
“Dude, do not say I’m fucking for two!”
I laugh. “Nooo, I was not going to say that.” I make him meet my gaze. “Are you okay?”
Another of those smiles. “I am sooo okay right now I could fall asleep in this massive cum puddle. I think we need waterproof sheets or a tarp or something.” He snuggles in even more. “I’m glad you were the first,” he softly says.
“Me, too.”
“That was…” He sighs. “I think I want to save that just for you. Our thing.”
“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”
“I wish you could fuck me shifted.”
I laugh. “So do I. I’ve never been able to fuck shifted.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm.”
I study him. “What are you thinking?”
He shrugs. “Obviously, you can’t shift in here. But maybe we need to go for a run and we can see if I can jerk you off.”
My cock needs a little time to recover, but it still gives an interested twitch. “I’m game if you are.” I don’t understand why he snorts and then howls with laughter. “What?”
It takes him a moment. “‘Game’? You know…GAME?” He points a finger gun at me. “Like, Bambi kind of game?”
I roll my eyes and sit up. “If you’re going to make bad puns I might retract the sammich offer.”
“Nooo!” He smiles. “How’s your grilled cheese game?”
“Better than your pun game.”
He sticks that adorable tongue out at me, but the smile on his face is more than worth it.
Because it’s the kind of smile I never imagined the Mal I met that first night could ever wear.
And I know I’m the reason he’s wearing it.
