Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
I slide in bareback, and she’s already wet. So wet and hot, but still, I move forward slowly, not wanting to hurt her even though she’s telling me to “do it already.”
“Thank god I can’t get pregnant.” She laughs but shivers at the same time, moaning when I pull out…and push back in…
In…
Out…
Arching up slightly so I’m not too short to fuck her standing up, making sure my pelvis and her pussy line up. No need to break my dick for a quick fuck, eh?
Doesn’t sound like fun to me, not one bit.
“Faster,” Tess demands.
I pump faster, balls already tingling.
Not a good sign—it means I’m gonna come sooner than later and probably before she does, which would be embarrassing as hell.
“Harder,” she tells me. “Harder, Drew, oh god…”
Her head is tilted back and her eyes are hooded, lips look as if she’s been thoroughly kissed. Plump. Juicy.
I lean forward and press another kiss to them, and her lips part, tongue mingling with mine.
My arms go around her, and I pull her in.
Lifting her off the counter completely, I turn, walking toward the wall, still buried inside her.
Pressing her back against it, I heft her up.
Pump in and out…
In and out…
She moans.
I moan.
She grunts.
I grunt.
“Oh fuck…”
I fuck Tess good and hard against that wall, never letting go of her, never stopping, not until we both cry out, moaning at the same time, coming at the same time. I spill inside her, hips braced as my body convulses from the pleasure.
We hold still, and I breathe into her neck.
So still, body shaking.
Hers too.
“Shit,” she says. “Now what?”
“What do you mean?”
“Ugh. As soon as you pull out, all the come will drip down my leg.”
My body rumbles with a low laugh. “That’s what you’re worried about?”
“I mean, it’s not like I can get pregnant.”
“Touché.” I pause, never having this problem before. Literally no girl has ever said she was concerned about come dripping down her leg. “What do you want me to do?”
“Um, nothing, I guess. I’ll deal with it.”
CHAPTER 44
TESS
HIS HAIR. HIS VOICE. HIS SMILE. HIS LAUGH.
I seriously say, “As soon as you pull out, all the come is going to drip down my leg?”
“You don’t have to say everything that pops into your brain, Tess,” I remind myself as I wash up in the bathroom, putting myself back to right so I can return to the bedroom and climb back into bed.
I’ve never had sex against the wall, and now I can easily give it a four-star review.
I wouldn’t say it was the best sex I’ve ever had—I come easier when I’m on top—but it was the most exciting sex I’ve had, so far.
Listen.
Don’t judge me for having a mediocre sex life. Vanilla, if you will.
Not like I have a ton of opportunity to have wild, crazy sex and even if there was I’m not sure I’d take it.
Vanilla and regular is quite fine with me, thankyouverymuch.
After I’m done washing up I join him back in the bedroom, sliding in under the covers in an oversized tee shirt and clean pair of underwear.
He pulls me closer, both of us facing one another on our sides.
His expressive blue eyes lock onto mine and I can't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, I guess the fact that we keep having sex just makes our story more interesting, doesn’t it?"
He grins. "Oh, absolutely. I always knew our story was missing a classic 'surprise pregnancy' trope."
Surprise pregnancy trope? “I mean, it started as a secret baby,” I playfully tease, nudging him with my elbow.
"Oh, you think that’s funny now, do you?"
He catches my hand and traps it against his chest, over his beating heart.
I can feel it thumping beneath my palm.
"Listen. We've tackled a lot of shit, both separately and together. Midterms, practice, my brothers, your brother, the trolls on social media. We got this.”
I twirl a strand of my hair between my fingers, my mind racing with thoughts of what lies ahead.
The reality is, this isn’t going away, and we haven’t actually discussed the future—which is what he came here for, isn’t it?
"Seriously, Drew, what are we going to do? I barely just moved out of the dorm rooms, and now I have a baby on the way."
He leans closer, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the back of my hand. "First things first, we're going to take a deep breath. Then we're going to figure things out—together."
Not exactly a plan of action, but it’s a start.
"Okay, I'm breathing.” Deep breath, in and out. “Now what?"
"Well, we're going to be pros at diaper-changing and baby-proofing. And I've heard 2 a.m. feedings are a blast!"
“Was that sarcasm, Drew Colter? And how are you going to be around for a two o’clock feeding?” I burst out laughing. Honestly, has he not thought about that?
"I have no idea. We can both still finish college, even if it means adjusting our plans a bit. We have an incredible support system, and we're in this together."