Page 14 of The (Maybe) Murderer Who Knocked Me Up

“There are probably a lot of bakeries in Austin. It’s a big city. I’ll be working for this auto repair shop. The owner said I could stay in a room above the shop until I get an apartment of my own. I don’t know if he’d let me have overnight guests. But if you were ever willing to visit…” He swallows hard. “I can’t tell you how badly I want you, but I have nothing to give you in return. I’m nothing, Quin. And you’re… you’re perfect.”

The world starts reshaping. Weekends in Austin with Slade. Weekdays at home with Mom, baking. We could take the bread to the big city. Eventually, Slade would get his own apartment. I could get a job at a bakery.

He said I was perfect. He must really want me if he said that.

“Could we just try?” I ask. “Please.”

He searches my face, the same tortured look from before returning to his features. But he moves his body lower, and I feel pressure against my entrance. “Are you sure?”

I bob my head up and down. “Yes.”

It hurts a little as he slides inside me. The pressure and the discomfort aren’t all bad, though. They’re overwhelming in the same way Slade’s big body always is. I like how overwhelming he is. He locks eyes with me as he pushes inside. I’ve never felt so close to someone. He never looks away. Not even when I tell him to stop because it’s too much at once, or when I ask him to keep going because I’m finally ready. He stays with me the whole time, until there’s so much of him inside me, I know I can’t take any more or I’ll break.

We stay there in perfect stillness for a long time. And then he rocks his hips ever so slightly. The enormous pressure shifts into pleasure. I let out a pent-up breath.

“Will you go slow?” I ask.

“Yes.”

He’s so gentle. The tiny rocks slowly turn into careful thrusts. His cock makes the inside of my body sing. It’s still a little uncomfortable in the beginning, but then he pushes against a spot that makes my body tingle.

“Right there,” I gasp.

He thrusts in earnest now, hitting that spot again. I clutch at his shoulders, moving my hips in tandem. Our bodies crash together over and over again. The pleasure slowly escalates. I’m already so overwhelmed by his size and the heat in his eyes, I don’t know if I can survive the high of it. If I squeeze around him, it will be too much. But he moves faster. The bed creaks underneath us, and neither of us care. He drives me closer and closer, until I can’t stop it coming—until I go careening over that cliff and every muscle in my body seizes up.

I scream into his mouth. He moans into mine. He shakes against me, losing control at the same time. I hold him close, needing to feel his trembling, as my orgasm goes on and on. He peppers me with kisses across my face. I finally relax onto his mattress as the intensity subsides, but for him it isn’t over. That’s when I notice he’s pulled out of me. Not all the way, just enough for the large knot at the base of his cock to come out. I can see it between our bodies.

My heart aches at the loss. I want his knot. But intellectually, I know I couldn’t have taken it. At least not yet. He would have hurt me if he’d tried.

I circle my fingers around the knot. He throws his head back at the added pressure. I can’t quite get my hand around it completely, but I squeeze it as best I can, watching his face twistwith pleasure. I milk his knot with my hand for several minutes until it starts to shrink. Not completely, but enough that he lies down beside me, burying his nose in my neck.

A sense of wholeness washes over me. This is what I need. Not just the sex, but the closeness.

“I’ll visit you in Austin,” I say, as I feel myself drifting to sleep.

“Yes. In Austin,” he mumbles.

That’s something to look forward to.

7

SLADE

When I wake, Quin is nestled in my arms. Perfect Quin, who I made promises to. I should feel guilty for that. My brother has to be my main focus over the next few months. But I told Quin about him.

Maybe there’s enough space in my life for both of them.

I should wake Quin up. The sun is shining through my window. Georgina could walk in at any moment and see us together in my bed. But would that be the worst thing? I’m afraid of other people finding out because I know Quin’s brothers won’t approve, but Georgina would never tell them.

A few minutes more with Quin won’t hurt.

His warm body feels right in my arms. It makes me a little nervous, because I already like him far too much. Enough that my grizzly heart might already be lost.

Quin stirs. His eyes flutter open, taking in my room and me next to him in bed. He smiles, and I get to see his cute dimples. I press a gentle kiss to each one.

“Good morning, baby.”

He grins up at me, so full of sunshine, he seems to glow. I forgot how stunning he is in the daylight. My stomach twists in discomfort.

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