now?” I ask, smirking.
Another nod. Another lip bite.
And I give in, fucking her…hard.
She cries out my name not even thirty seconds later, her pussy milking me into my own orgasm.
When the last of my shudders begin to subside, I collapse on top of her, pressing gentle kisses along her shoulder.
I let go of my hold on her and she sighs in relief, relaxing for the first time.
“You okay?” I ask softly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’d have told you long before now if you did.”
“You promise?”
“Always.”
“Good.”
I kiss her one more time, then grab the condom to slide out of her.
I notice my mistake in that instant.
There’s no condom.
“Shit,” I curse, slipping out of her slowly.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. This has never happened before. I’ve always been incredibly careful with protection, always very adamant about it. But something about Caroline turns me into a different person, one who’s unable to control his urges.
“What?” she asks, pushing herself up and turning toward me. “What’s wrong?”
“I was so eager to get inside you, I forgot the condom.”
“It’s okay,” she says, sliding her arms around my neck at the same time I wrap mine around her waist. “I have an IUD and I trust you. We’re good.”
I nod. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’d have stopped you if I were worried about it.”
“Okay, but next time, I’ll be more careful.” I kiss the top of her head. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
We climb into the shower together, somehow making it out without fooling around too much, and head back to my bedroom.
“You want coffee?” she asks, pulling open my dresser and grabbing one of my shirts. She slips it over her head, forgoing underwear.
Seeing her in nothing but my t-shirt makes my cock twitch.
“Please. Someone kept me up late last night.”
“Someone isn’t even sorry about it.”
She sticks her tongue out before heading for the kitchen.
I pull on a pair of boxer briefs, some sweats, and a t-shirt, my standard outfit for work. I’m just swiping on some deodorant when her phone buzzes against the bedside table, and I pad over to check to see who could be calling her this early.
Shit.
It’s my moms trying to video-chat.
I swipe to ignore the call.
Not ten seconds later, my own phone starts to buzz, and I know it’s them.
Dammit. I know if I ignore it, I’m going to get my ass chewed out like last time. Plus, it’s suspicious as fuck if we both ignore their calls. The last time we did, they played twenty questions to see what the deal was.
I crawl onto the bed, reach across to the other table, and grab my phone.
“Good morning, pretty ladies,” I say when their faces appear on the screen, flipping back around to a seated position. I rest my elbows on my knees, grinning down at them. “How are you?”
“Hey, favorite son,” Momma Kira says, and I smile because I’m their only son. “We’re good. Just wanted to catch you before you started doing all that tapping and clicking and whatever else it is you do on your computer all day long.”
“Better not be looking at porn. Last time we talked with Caroline, she told us she caught you doing it again.”
I chuckle because of course she did. “No porn, Momma.”
“Show us your palms.”
“Lydia!” Momma Kira scolds. “You leave that boy alone. If he has hairy palms from masturbating too much, that’s on him and I do not want to know about it.”
“I just worry about him is all. He’s so lonely out there in the wilderness.”
“Just because I live in Colorado, doesn’t mean I’m staying in some cabin in the woods,” I interject. “I live in a metropolitan area. You’d know that if you came to visit.”
“You know she hates flying,” Momma Kira says, nodding toward her partner.
She rolls her eyes, but there’s pure love in the gesture.
My moms met in college. They were roommates, and much like River and Dean, they loathed each other at first. It took them almost all of freshman year to warm up to each other.
Now, they can barely go twenty-four hours apart.
They’re the reason I didn’t do relationships.
If I couldn’t have what they have, I didn’t want it.
But now…
“Speaking of Caroline…” Momma Kira cuts through my thoughts. “How is our favorite gal doing?”
Just the thought of her makes my heart race. Sends a pulse of pure fucking elation right through me.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this good, this whole.
This absolutely sure of something.
“You’re smiling like crazy,” Momma