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I pause for a moment, taking her in before pulling out, then burying my cock in her. She feels like heaven. I grip her hips and continue my slow leisurely pace. Her inner walls squeeze me. I know she would prefer to use a condom, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use one with her. I’ve always wrapped up, but that was before her.
The urge to figure out how to secretly get her off birth control comes to mind. I noticed the pills the other day and I wonder how easy it would be to replace them with placebos.
She whimpers beneath me as I pick up the pace. Her walls are now gripping me tighter. I pick up the pace slightly, not wanting to wake her. She didn’t seem upset with the idea of me trying this again with the intent of not waking her up. So far, so good.
I plant one arm above her, hovering above her so I don’t wake her. Her back arches slightly as I press in deeper. I almost want to wake her up, just so she can see how beautiful she looks beneath me. But no, I don’t want to. Not this time.
It takes everything in me to remain quiet while I get closer to reaching my release. I quietly groan as I press deep inside of her. Once I’ve completely emptied myself, I hesitate to pull out. I’m not ready.
The idea of keeping my cum inside of her is almost enough to get me hard again. I want to do whatever it takes to make her see we’re not ending. Even if I need to get her pregnant to make her realize it.
Kyra’s breathing remains steady as I roll us over. She relaxes in my arms and mutters something incoherent. My eyes grow heavy, but I remain sheathed inside of her. Tomorrow, I’ll will make sure she knows this thing between us is real and serious.
Chapter Twenty-Three
KYRA
The entire downstairs smells like coffee and pancakes. I round the bottom step and move toward the kitchen. Elena is snuggled on the couch with a blanket watching cartoons and Cora is in the swing facing the dining area. I snuggle into my light pink robe a little more and walk up to the kitchen counter to make myself a cup of coffee.
Apollo is laughing at something quietly as he flips pancakes over the stove. My dad is nearby, slicing up strawberries and watermelon. There’s a half-filled bowl next to him. Selene and Daphne are sitting at the dining table with smiles on their faces.
I love this quiet moment around my family. If I could capture this memory and bottle it up, I would. Everything seems perfect and peaceful.
The coffee pot is full, clearly this is the second pot that has been made this morning. I reach for my favorite mug in the cabinet. A light pink one Daphne gave me a couple of Christmas’ ago. It has a bikini on it and says beach babe in a pretty bubble font.
Warmth spreads through the mug as I fill it, soaking into my palms and lingering. It’s exactly how I wanted to linger in bed this morning before Ares woke up and left to go to his own room. I can’t believe he stayed in my room last night. What if someone had seen him coming out of my room?
I add some caramel syrup to my coffee cup and reach for the milk. Then, I feel him. A quiet presence entering the kitchen area. I don’t have to see him to know he’s there. When did I become so attuned to him?
My heart falters and the air shifts. Everything feels heavy and light at this moment. My eyes snap up to him, naturally drawn. I can feel my heart beating faster. It’s as if my whole body betrays me and I’m worried everyone can tell something is up with me.
Ares is freshly showered, his damp hair looking darker. His muscles strain against his simple white t-shirt. I can’t help but look him up and down. The sun coming through the window hits him in this way that makes it look like he stepped out of my wildest dreams, looking like a Greek God. His gaze finds mine instantly. A smirk covers his face. And for one small moment, everything else fades away.
I force myself to look away and grab the coffeepot to pour coffee into my cup while I pretend I’m unaffected by him. He moves behind me and grabs a cup. An excuse to press his body heat into me without being obvious.
“Morning.” His voice is low. It’s slightly growly in a way that has my nipples pebbling, and I pray that my pajamas and robe are enough to keep me hidden from the family.
“Morning,” I barely whisper.
My body falters, leaning in slightly. His hand brushes across my back as he moves to the other side of me to prepare his own cup of coffee.
I turn to move to the table and see them staring. Soft smiles that hold back a laugh. They look like they’re trying to pretend to not notice something. But I feel it, their eyes on me.
Ares doesn’t touch me again. He does nothing that would give away whatever is going on between us. Our kitchen is full of our family. Then his eyes are on me and I glance, lingering too long.
I squeeze my coffee cup tighter, grounding myself in the ceramic mug as if it can keep things from progressing. My chest tightens and I hold my breath.
They know.
I walk over and slide into one seats. Selene looks at me and smiles, her eyes meeting mine and she gives a nod. It’s subtle and if I weren’t paying attention, I wouldn’t notice.
Ares speaks softly with Apollo and my dad. I’m not paying any attention to what they’re talking about.
Selene glances around at everyone before looking back at me. Her hand reaches across and squeezes mine reassuringly.
What is happening?
“Is breakfast ready?” Elena walks up to the table, her purple stuffed bunny tucked under her arm.
