Page 70 of What Hurts Us

She kissed me, soft and sugary sweet. “Then we see where this goes?”

I knew what she was asking for, and I knew the likelihood of me being able to give it to her.

But I couldn’t let her walk away. It may have started as an engagement of convenience, but what I felt for Layla was terrifyingly real. I had never felt this… I didn’t know what I felt. All I knew was that whatever it was had me hooked on her.

I pressed my lips to her forehead. “I don’t want to hurt you if this thing between us doesn’t work.”

This time, she cupped my cheek. Her warmth melted some of the ice surrounding my heart. “But what if it does?”

“Lay down,” I said firmly.

Layla scrambled back onto the pillows. I hovered over her, teasing her slick entrance with the head of my cock. I notched it inside, giving her a testing push. I thrust in, filling her to the brim. Layla’s breathing steadied, and she went completely still.

The women I had been with before erred on the side of loud performances. I had never had sex with someone who went completely silent. It was…Erotic.

Every breath was heightened. Every stifled whimper amplified. Every twitch, every motion was front and center. She was laser-focused on feelingeverything.

Her breath hitched when I slowed my thrusts and rocked deep circles against her clit with my pelvis. It was like living the moment in a movie when everything goes deadly silent right before all hell breaks loose.

Her brows furrowed. Chest froze. Hands fisted.

“You close, honey?” I murmured against her neck as I sucked on her sweet skin. I could feel the tell-tale flutters of her inner muscles massaging my shaft.

Layla’s lips parted. “Uh-huh.”

I kept up the same pace of teasing her clit while increasing the pressure as I pressed my other hand low on her belly. Layla’s lips moved without making a sound. Her eyes rolled back, and her body seized, every muscle tightening as nerves fired, shattering her very existence. I drove in hard, making her tits bounce with each thrust. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her down as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. The way her pussy gripped my dick with each thrust was too much. Too tight. Too warm. She was heaven.

I grunted, holding myself deep inside her as my release pulsed into the condom. Layla was panting beneath me, dazed and utterly sated. I pressed my lips to her temple and closed my eyes. “You okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” she said on a heavy exhale. “I’m… I’m good. That was… Wow. Okay.” She closed her eyes, sinking into my pillow. “We can do that again. I’m game.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, collapsing on top of her. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest. As much as I wanted to go for round two, I had a feeling she and I needed to have a talk.

* * *

Layla cameout of the bathroom as I walked back up the stairs. I tipped my head toward my bedroom. I hadn’t exactly planned on making someone breakfast in bed this morning, but I threw together an acceptable plate of eggs, toast, a little fruit, and coffee.

“May I?” she asked as she pointed to my chest of drawers.

“Yeah. Should be some clean ones in there,” I said, setting our spread on the bedside table.

Layla pawed around my t-shirt drawer until she found one that pleased her. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton of my old police academy training shirt. Sitting against the headboard, I patted the spot beside me where I had arranged a stack of pillows. “C’mere, honey.”

Layla sat a respectable distance away, giving me plenty of space, but I wasn’t having that.

“Get your fine ass over here,” I clipped as I set aside the mug I was sipping on. “I just had my dick inside of you. Don’t go actin’ all shy. You do that, and I’ll have to put you on your hands and knees and fuck the shy right out of you.”

Her lips turned to a thin smile as she eased into my side. I wasn’t having that either. I separated my legs, picked her up, and set her between them. Layla wiggled back, nestling her ass against my crotch.

“You okay?” I asked as I brushed her hair aside and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Need anything?”

She closed her eyes, the tension in her body loosening. “You don’t have to ‘mother hen’ me, Cal.”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“You distract people from noticing you by going above and beyond for them. Your servant’s heart will make sure everyone else survives while you’re slowly dying.”

“Maybe I just like taking care of people,” I countered. There was an edge of annoyance to my voice. I didn’t like being called on my shit.

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