Fuck.
He should tell her about Peña, open that option to her, discuss their future and how he should play it. He knew it. Lying on top of her, still inside her, her hand still at his face, her eyes sweet on him through the moonlight, he knew it.
But he wasn’t going to.
Instead, he whispered, “You took my c**k hard, baby, I hurt you?”
Her lips tipped up at the ends and she shook her head.
Yeah, she got off on it.
He grinned at her.
“Missed our bed,” she whispered back.
He knew that, she’d been creative, creative enough he knew she was storing that shit up, it had built so high, she couldn’t contain it and unleashed it all at once. That was why he gave it to her so hard, because she spent some time and effort working him up.
“Yeah,” he replied.
Her hand left his face so her arm could circle his shoulders and both arms gave him a squeeze.
“I like Julius,” she murmured.
“Good,” he murmured back.
Her eyes went soft and they did that often but not that way. That was new. And it settled in the way he’d felt earlier. It was weighty but not heavy. Warm. Welcome. Deep.
“What’s on your mind, mama?”
“That I like it when you call me ‘mama’,” she lied instantly.
He shook his head.
“Just called you that, Lex, so that wasn’t on your mind,” he replied softly.
She sucked in breath. Then, always putting herself out there for him, even at the beginning, she didn’t do anything different now and said, “Lived under a shadow one way or another all my life. Now it’s bright. Even at night. Not used to it and sometimes it hits me. That’s what was on my mind.”
There it was again. That thing settling, welcome, warm and deep.
He bent his head and touched his forehead to hers briefly before lifting it up and pulling out.
“Get cleaned up, baby,” he muttered and rolled off her.
She rolled with him, shoved her face in his neck a moment, kissing him there then scooted off the bed.
He got in it.
She did her business in the bathroom, came out and joined him. They’d f**ked without the lights on for once but the moonlight still shone through the windows. Still he didn’t see that she got in bed without tagging her panties and tugging them on, he heard it.
That meant Walker was grinning at the ceiling as she slid across the bed and curled around him.
His wildcat was far from done.
Moments passed and he waited for it.
She gave it to him.
“Honey?” she called.