Page 21 of Time to Bounce

“Come back,” he urged, his mouth going to mine.

I moaned when he kissed me.

His mouth was hard and unyielding.

Like he wanted me to kiss him back and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

He pulled back, his breath just as ragged as mine, and said, “Step out of your panties.”

When had his finger pulled free of my pussy?

My panties hit the floor of the bar, and I decided that I wouldn’t be picking them back up.

One foot at a time, I stepped out of my underwear.

The moment the air hit my bare pussy, he spun me around to face the wall.

Before I could let out a squeak of surprise, he bent me over the bar stool in the very corner and rubbed his hard cock, still covered in his worn blue jeans, over my wet pussy.

There was no way that he didn’t just coat the front of his pants in my wetness.

“Okay?” he asked, bending over me, his belly pressed the full length of my back.

“Okay,” I clenched my fingers on the wooden stool.

I was okay.

But I was also nervous.

I probably should’ve told him before we got this far but…

I didn’t hear his zipper push down. I didn’t hear his belt buckle clink.

But I did feel the way his knuckles bumped against my pussy with his movements.

There was laughter, and I looked over my shoulder, but could only see Gable’s thick body.

Gable was tall, well built, and looked like he could take on anyone.

I wanted to lick my way over the bulge of his biceps.

My gaze caught the barest glimpse of his cock as he reached for something behind him.

A foil packet was produced, and he brought it up to his mouth.

“No glove!”

Gable froze, foil packet at his lips.

“No condom?” I breathed, my stomach clenching. “I’m not on birth control, Gable.”

His eyes moved down to meet mine. “Their stupid fucking rules.”

I licked my lips.

I probably wasn’t fertile.

Plus, getting pregnant was a million-in-one odds.

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