Page 59 of Inked Devotion

“Yes. I am.” He moved over and pushed my hair back from my face. “Are you feeling better?”

“Maybe. I don’t know if I can think about anything else. Like where to live or schools or names or anything. Just that is a weight off my shoulders, and yet it’s terrifying at the same time.”

“We keep talking about this as if it might be that road trip,” he said after a moment, and I looked up at him.

“What?” I asked.

“We’re so polite with one another, making sure that we don’t step on each other’s toes as we try to find a path that works for this co-parenting thing. I’m scared, Brenna. We’re having a fucking kid, and I know we have so much to do and yet all I can do is think about the fact that I want to kiss you.”

I blinked up at him, shocked. “Right now? That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Yes. I’m a fucking asshole. Brenna, I’ve wanted you for a long damn time, and yet I’ve never really thought about it like that because I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Because you thought I was in love with Beckett.”

“That, and you’re my friend. I’m not supposed to want you more than I already do, and yet if I were to kiss you right now? It would be the exact wrong thing to do.”

“Completely wrong. As in, we shouldn’t. Ever.”

I was sitting on a stool in my kitchen, with him standing between my legs, and I knew if I kissed him, it would be wrong.

Very wrong.

So I slid my hands up his chest, cupped his face, and I kissed him.

He groaned into me, wrapping his hands around my hips. “We need to stop. This is just going to complicate things.”

“Very much. This is going to be such a stupid fucking mistake,” I mumbled against his lips as I kissed him harder. He lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, grinding into him. I didn’t want to think. Nothing was going the way that I wanted it to or how it should, so why couldn’t I just feel for just this moment? We could make this work. We could just have fun, and we could make sure we focused on our responsibilities. We were good at this.

And I knew if I kept lying to myself, maybe it would make sense, but right then, I didn’t care. I just kept kissing him. He sat me down on the dining room table, and I moaned into him, needing him. He slid one hand up my chest, cupping my breasts, and I arched into him, groaning as his thumb slid over my nipple.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he muttered.

“This is very wrong,” I muttered as I tugged on his shirt.

“Very much so, but we’ve already seen each other naked. We’ve had sex. This isn’t complicating the situation because it’s something we’ve done before.”

“Oh good, your rationalizing sounds exactly like mine.”

And I kissed him again. We pulled his shirt over his head completely, and then I scraped my nails down his body, groaning at the sight of him. He was all chiseled muscle in an eight pack, one I wanted to lick. So I did. I bent over and licked my way down his abs, humming along the ridges of his muscles. He groaned again, and when I undid the top of his jeans, he stilled for just a moment. I looked up at him, and blew cool air over his skin, and watched as his nipples hardened.

I was already so wet for him, and I knew that we shouldn’t be doing this. That this would take us down a path that was just going to hurt both of us, but I didn’t care.

I undid the rest of his jeans and slid my hand underneath his boxer briefs. He groaned when I wrapped my fingers around his girth, and my entire body shook.

He was so thick and long, and when I freed him from the confinements of his boxer briefs, I licked my lips and pumped him once, twice, before I swallowed the head of his cock into my mouth.

He slid his hand through my hair, and I groaned again, humming along his length as I sucked him down. His hips began to move, just softly enough that I knew I was the one still in control, even as I hollowed my mouth and let him slide deeper down my throat. He fucked my mouth slowly, and I cupped his balls, rolling them in my hand as I kept going down on him. When he stiffened, I hollowed my cheeks, humming along him, and he pulled away, growling.

Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine, his hand on the back of my neck as he kept me steady. I felt safe, cared for, and I couldn’t think about anything else.

He was who I wanted, even if I shouldn’t.

And then my shirt was off, and my jeans were being tugged down my legs. I was naked, laying on the table, and his head was between my legs as he slowly licked at my pussy, eating me out until I knew I was going to come at any minute. He sucked on my clit, spearing me with two fingers, and I shook, so close to the edge that I knew just one more lick and I’d fall into the abyss. And then I looked down at him, as he looked up at me, and when our gazes connected, I came. He hummed along my cunt, and I came on his face, my nipples hard, my whole body flushing and shaking.

Then he was over me, kissing me, and I was licking at his lips.

“I’m clean, and we both know you don’t need a condom.”

---