Page 48 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
“I’m not on birth control.” I look up at him over my shoulder. I watch him pull his finger out then line his cock back up. He’s hard again?
He pushes himself in slowly. “Good.” He pulls back and thrusts back in.
“What?” I try to think logically but then his pace picks up again, and he’s distracting me with his fingers until all I can focus on is our bodies together and how good it feels.
My head grows light once again and everything goes out of focus as he brings another climax out of me.
Warmth.That’s all I feel. It takes a moment for reality to sync in around me. My body feels like it’s not mine. As if I’m floating, yet I still feel. I giggle involuntarily.
“There you are, pretty girl.” Ethan’s voice calls to me and my eyes focus on his. His green eyes seem softer than usual. The little gold freckling in them draws me in like stars.
He’s got me wrapped up in his arms.
“What?” I feel so relaxed in his arms. I shift slightly and wince at the tenderness between my legs.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you at the end. We’re going to take it a little easy.” His brows pushtogether and leans back. “I’ll be right back.” He slides off the bed.
I watch him walk to my bathroom, hear the water run, then he returns with a washcloth. He slides onto the bed, pulling me into his lap, then presses the washcloth to me. It feels warm and relaxing. I snuggle into him.
“You taking care of me? This is nice.” I practically nuzzle into his chest, but my eyes stay on his handsome face.
He smiles. “It’s my pleasure.”
Part of me knows it’s the relationship dynamic we’ve entered. There are so many parts to it I still don’t quite understand, but I feel safe. Loved.
“I love him.”
His smile grows.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“I love you too, Daisy.”
I smile and close my eyes.
I wakeup to find myself curled on my side, arm and leg draped across him. He’s scrolling on his phone. When he notices I’m awake, he puts his phone down and focuses on me.
The events of the evening replay in my head. It feels like a fog. Looking back on it, I’d lost track of how many orgasms he brought out of me.
I quickly sit up. “Are you trying to get me pregnant?” I don’t know if I’m more nervous or scared of the answer.
Would it be so bad? No, I once dreamed of the family we would build. Together. That was a long time ago, though. I’ve changed—we both have. He’s back now, but what if he gets traded again? What if he changes his mind? What if he comes to resent me?
“I’m not trying to prevent it. Would that be so bad?” He sits up and leans closer.
I pull myself back and away from him. No, it wouldn’t be bad—unless. I shake my head. “It feels like you were trying to decide something without me.” I know it sounds ridiculous the second the words come out of me. It s like when I made a decision for us when my dad was sick.
Realistically, I knew what’s happening. I’m equally at fault if we get pregnant. We weren’t using protection, neither one of us. At the time, I didn’t care. So, why do I care somuch now?
“I want you to be mine.” His hand finds mine and gives it a little squeeze.
“I am.”
“Forever.” The corner of his lip lifts into a smirk.
The look that normally makes my heart skip a beat. Except for the few times, such as now, when it just makes me angry. I shake my head and pull back, moving off of the bed.
“Babies don’t guarantee that.” I start to pace.
