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“I do like the sound of that. Take me home and ravage me in all the ways.”
CHAPTER 26
WALSH
“I’m on the pill,” Tate discloses nonchalantly the minute we’re in my bedroom.
Not something I expected, I gasp at the shock value of her statement. “When’d that happen?” I strip off my sweater, watching her intently.
“At my last appointment. Maybe it was because the doctor was unfamiliar, but the words barreled out of my mouth the minute she walked into the room.” I advise Tate to remove her clothes. As hot as she looks in the purple top and black jeans, I’m itching to get inside her, this new tidbit adding to my impatience. “It’s not one hundred percent effective, but between the two forms, it’s a safer option. The safest one is off the table.”
I dare a tiny smirk. “What’s the safest option?”
“Abstinence,” she murmurs, the word distasteful on her tongue.
I nod, contemplating how best to respond. “Are you prepared to deal with any consequences of our actions?”
“If you’re in it with me, yes.” Her words come quick with no hesitation in them. No matter what happens, we’d deal with it. Together.
“I’m totally in.” My fingers trace her jaw with tender pressure, as if we have all the time in the world.
In tonight’s case, until tomorrow morning.
Tate swallows, gearing up for something I probably won’t like. “I’m not ready for another baby. Even with you, Walsh.”
I try to hide the amazement at the complete contradiction to what she’s just told me.
“I’m confused. You want to have sex?” She nods vigorously. “You’re okay with the consequences of having sex?” Another nod. “But you’re not ready for another baby? How the hell am I supposed to decipher that?”
“Guess we just hope and pray the birth control doesn’t fail.”
My brow furrows. “And if it does?”
She shrugs. “Then I guess I’ll have nine or so months to prepare.” She grips my hands and steers me to the bed.
“I probably should stop whatever’s going to happen now based on the way you’ve just fucked my mind over. But it’s been way too long since I’ve kissed you and even longer since I’ve been inside you. So if this is a green light”—I wave between us where we stand in front of the bed—“selfishly, I’m taking it. Unless you tell me to stop.”
She gives me one word. “Go.”
With her permission, I push her to my bed. She scurries up to the pillow, leaving her legs spread wide, her pink pussy on display, mine for the taking.
“Wet for me?”
“Since you picked me up,” she admits sheepishly, the pink in her cheeks showcased by the soft light from the nightstand.
“What a bummer I’ve made you wait so long to do something about it.”
“So rude,” she deadpans with a giggle. “Didn’t think it was appropriate to relieve myself in the bathroom of the hockey house.”
“Those sounds are mine.” My voice is raw and throaty at the image of her threat.
“Only yours, Walsh.” A hint of affection shimmers in her confirmation.
My cock hardens, though he’ll have to wait until I’ve lapped up the mess and fucked her with my tongue and fingers.
Raking my eyes over her naked body, admiration sinks in. Her naked body is a glorious sight, one I could stare at all day. If we had that option.
I drag my tongue along her right leg, one long trail up the entire leg. When I get to the apex of her thighs, I seek her out. Lust swims in her eyes, the hunger for sex clear in her deep browns. It’s a heady feeling, giving this woman the sensation of such a hankering of desire. My left eye winks, eliciting a dirty giggle from Tate, propelling me into action.
