Page 13 of The (Maybe) Murderer Who Knocked Me Up

“Oh,” I whisper, not able to hold all the emotion in.

I’m suddenly airborne. Slade lifts me onto the bed by my armpits and then rests his big body on top of mine. His weight is glorious. Not comforting, like cuddling with my brothers, but intense and overpowering. I can barely breathe. But I don’t want him to get up. I like the way he smashes my body into the mattress.

He kisses me again. The kissing paired with his weight is an onslaught of sensation. There’s nothing in the world except for Slade and his body. He begins to rock against me, creating a delicious friction against my cock that makes me whimper. Only the thin fabric of his shirt separates my sensitive erection from his body. I feel a stiff, hot shape blaze against my own cock. That must be his.

The ache between my legs blooms into a feral need.

Slade lowers his mouth to my neck and sucks at the skin. The pressure of his lips and teeth creates a wild pleasure that’s almost too much to bear. Then the fabric is pulled up, and we’re skin against skin. The heat of his cock sears against mine. He grips us together, and my whole world fractures. I cry out as an orgasm tears through me. His mouth covers mine immediately. In the back of my mind, I realize he’s trying to cover the noise. His foster mother is in the other room. I shouldn’t be screaming.

But I didn’t know orgasms could be like that. My body shivers, the pleasure still overtaking me as I come all over his fist. I cling to him with a desperation that’s foreign to me, my fingers clawing at his back like a wild animal. For a moment I feel horribly vulnerable because he isn’t coming yet. Maybe this is better for me than it is for him. What if something went wrong,and our connection is only one way? Then his hand releases my cock and slides between my legs.

There’s so much slick. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as his fingers run through it. The scent of my arousal is so powerful, I worry he’ll be put off by it.

He closes his eyes and lets out a ragged breath. “Oh, Quin. I want you so badly.”

“Then have me,” I say. I can’t believe how bold and brave I sound, even though I’m terrified he’ll say we can’t or we shouldn’t or some other phrase that would mean this has to end. I’ve given him everything I have—splayed my heart and soul in front of him like an offering. What if he walks away?

He circles his fingers around that secret place I’ve only touched a few times. Masturbating with my dick in the shower is always easier. When Slade touches me there, I become nothing but want. I need him deeper.

He presses a fingertip into me. It feels so good. I buck my hips, desperate for more. The rest of his finger slides in, and oh God. I arch my chest as my whole body goes taut. I’m coming again on his finger. I thrash back and forth because I know I’m not supposed to scream, and the energy of the pleasure has to escape somewhere. I grasp for his body again, clawing at his arms.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.

His finger withdraws. I open my mouth to protest, but then he slides it back in. There must be more this time, because the penetration is thicker and more satisfying. I squeeze around him, reveling in the feeling of fullness.

Slade grabs my hand and guides it to something hot and smooth. I look down and see his cock for the first time. It’s much bigger than mine—much thicker too. The skin of the head is a dark pink. I squeeze it tight, like I squeezed his fingers.

He takes a deep breath through his nose. “Be careful, baby. Or this will be over before it’s started.”

“Then you’ll… have me?” I ask, not sure what I should call it. Fucking? Making love?

He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I want you. But I don’t have a condom.”

My moms have been talking to me about protection since before it was probably appropriate. But Slade is my future mate. I can feel it in my bones. It’s not like this is a one-night-stand or anything.

“This is my first time. I won’t give you anything,” I say.

He rests his forehead against mine. “This is your first time? Oh, Quin. I should have done it differently. I’m sorry?—”

“I’m not sorry. I want you. Please.”

My heart hammers as I wait for his response. Maybe I’m being selfish. Pregnancy is a risk, too. I know that. But we’re experiencing the same attraction fated mates do when they meet each other. They fuck, don’t they?

It’s hard to think about anything but fucking while his fingers are inside me.

“I have to move to Austin,” Slade says. “I have a job there. I was going to tell you earlier tonight, but you mentioned that your brothers were moving too, and it didn’t seem the right time.”

He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty. It feels like the world is falling from underneath me. I put my paws on Slade. He was my chance at a future that I could be excited about. But even he’s leaving.

Maybe I have to leave too. Is that what the universe is saying?

“Are there bakeries in Austin?” I ask.

He seems confused. “What do you mean?”

Of course that would be confusing to him. It would be crazy for me to go with him. He doesn’t know that he’s my only chance at a bond now.

“Never mind,” I say. This was all such a stupid mistake. The only time Slade has ever shown any interest in me was when he felt sorry for me and now when I forced him into desiring me by putting my paws on him.

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