Page 81 of Clap Back (Carter Brothers)

I kept circling her hips, grinding my cock into her from below.

Her feet weren’t touching the floor when she cried out.

Her nipples pebbled into perfect little points.

Her hair brushed my knees, and I decided later that was what did it for me.

Not the blowjob beforehand. Not the way she felt so tight and wet.

Nope, it was the tickle of her hair against my knees from where her head was thrown back.

I cursed as I pulsed my release inside of her.

“Fuck, fuck,” I growled. “Jesus Christ, cupcake.”

She snickered, throwing herself forward so that she was plastered against my heaving chest.

It felt like forever later when she opened her mouth and said, “We should probably discuss birth control.”

She pulled back, her eyes going to mine.

I eyed her lips, swollen from my kiss, and said, “Probably.”

It was irresponsible.

But the thought of getting her pregnant made this switch flip inside me.

Possessive, alpha male bullshit that she probably didn’t want to hear coming from my lips.

Before either one of us could discuss anything, though, her phone started to vibrate on the table beside us.

I glanced over at it to see Athena’s name on the screen, as well as a photo of her from Halloween. She was wearing a scarecrow outfit, and she looked adorable.

“Ignore it,” I suggested.

She giggled. “I plan to go clean you out of me before I answer a call from her.”

I helped lift her up so she could do just that.

The phone stopped ringing when she was about halfway out of the room. It immediately started back up again.

“Uh-oh,” she said. “I better get that.”

I snorted at the way she waddled back toward the phone.

Taking pity on her, I picked it up and tossed it to her before heading to the towels in the drawer next to the fridge.

Snatching one up, I wet it down with warm water before bringing it over to her.

She took it from me as she answered her phone.

Again, on speaker.

“Hey, Athena,” Maven said as she placed her phone on the counter and began cleaning herself up as best as she could.

I watched—hopefully not creepily—her do it.

“Um, Maven?” a girl’s voice said from the speaker of Maven’s phone. “Where are you?”

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