Page 12 of The Secrets We Share

“Stop squirming,” I order, slapping the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. “I need more, and you’ll give it to me.”

“Harkin, please, I can’t. I need you inside me.”

“And I need a stronger taste of your cum on my tongue, little one. Now, stop whining and do as you’re told.”

She doesn’t stop fighting me, though, and now I know it’s not just the overstimulation driving her. It’s her incessant brattybehavior and inability to give up complete control. When she inevitably realizes she won’t win against me and gives up, it makes the fight all the sweeter.

She may be strong, but with my arms wrapped in a death grip around her thighs and my face buried in her pussy, she’s not going anywhere until her juices are dripping off my tongue and her tight cunt’s ready for the taking.

“Fuck. Harkin. Stop, please.” She draws in a deep breath before whispering the sweetest pleas.

I growl against her entrance, spearing my tongue into her. Her begging has my cock throbbing against the zipper of my jeans, desperate for reprieve against its confines. But she’s close again, and I can feel it buzzing between us, like a sixth sense I’ve developed from exploring every inch of her during our disappearance into the mountains.

Another flick against her clit shatters her entirely against the mattress. It’s the most exquisite sight to behold. One that I’ll never tire of creating. As she steadies her breath and her chest settles, I sit back and unzip my jeans, shucking them to the floor. I almost sigh with relief when my cock pops free, bobbing against my lower stomach. It jerks, ready to slide through her glistening heat.

Drawing my fingers lazily up the smooth underside of her leg, I slide forward and hover above until her eyes are lined with mine. They’re glassy and hooded as she comes down from her release. If I left her alone, she’d be tucked on her side and snoring in mere minutes. But my cock throbs, and I slide my hips against her pussy, pulling the sweetest little whimpers from her throat when the tip hits her clit.

“Are you with me?”

She doesn’t answer with her words. Instead, her hips shift that tight cunt teasingly against me.

“Fuck,” I draw out as she keeps her slow, sleepy pace. “You could make me come this way. But your pussy is calling my name, and I think my cock needs warming tonight.”

I wait for her to retreat and follow, pushing inch by inch inside my favorite place. I could stop here and die happily. But she contracts around me, pulsing her walls against my aching cock. Any blood left in my body drains, heading south to my dick, and it swells, pulling a satisfied moan from my girl.

She’s fighting the line of drowsy consciousness, ready for slumber but desperate to black out from bliss. I plan to give her just that. I keep my pace, slowly pulling out to the tip before wrapping an arm under her knee and shifting her leg up to hit a deeper angle. When I slide back in and bottom out, I feel the tell-tale signs of my orgasm on the horizon.

Keira’s eyes are closed, her fingers gripped in the soft sheets. Molding our bodies together, I capture her lips and demand entry. She doesn’t fight me, giving in immediately to tango our tongues. I use the distraction and slide my free hand under her to reach her unfilled hole.

The two orgasms I greedily stole from her left her wetness dripping onto the mattress. Her cum gives me just enough lube to push past the tight ring of muscle. My hips never lose rhythm, and my body glides against her sensitive clit. As my finger pushes deeper inside her ass, she spasms around my cock, milking my cum with every squeezing pulse.

Growling into her mouth, I let the pleasure roll through me. Instinctually, I shove my hips down against her as the life drains out of me. I know nothing will come of it. Her birth control is firmly in place at her demand. But there’s an itch somewhere in the back of my mind that likes the idea of her growing swollen with our child. I shake the thought from my mind. We’re nowhere near that possibility yet. Our lives are a fucked-uppuzzle of pieces that refuse to fit back together, no matter how much we work to shape them.

Yet, I don’t move. My weight keeps her in place under me. Her hot body intertwined perfectly with mine. Instead of pulling out, I drop her leg and free my arm from underneath. Rolling to her side, I drag her with me, my half-hard cock still seated inside her warmth.

She doesn’t move to free herself, instead snuggling closer and shoving her hips against me to deepen the connection we still hold. She sighs with contentment and grows heavier with every breath, quickly falling asleep in my arms. I’m desperate to follow in her wake, but my mind refuses to calm. The news of my father’s supposed kidnapping and company problems, my mother’s deteriorating mental health at his loss, Keira’s father popping his head back up in the city without a care in the world, not to mention the fucking test results that need to be discussed. I tick them off one by one, rearranging their importance.

If we were back in the city, home in my apartment, I could head for the living room and pour a nightcap, but here in the rental, there’s nothing. We’ll need to fix that tomorrow. It’s a simple task I can cross off my list before getting to the heavy stuff.

I watch the peaceful beauty in my arm. I know the most pressing issue between us is the unopened test results. I need to grow a pair and rip off the Band-Aid. Enough is enough. We can’t head into the mayhem of our families with it hanging over our heads.

Tomorrow. First thing. I’ll finally learn if I have a daughter with the one person who could potentially rip my reason for breathing away from me.

SEVEN

KEIRA

Daisy - Ashnikko

Iwake up in another new place, an occurrence I've gotten used to over the last week. It's like falling back into an old routine after living as a nomad for so many years when I was younger. The house is quiet, but I've been left alone. I'd know if Harkin was still in bed with me. His warmth always envelops me to the point of overheating.

The sticky soreness between my thighs brings dreamy memories of last night back to the forefront of my thoughts. I needed the release, and he knew. He always knows, reading me like a lit-up billboard sign. My eyes catch the time from the alarm clock on the nightstand. I've gotten so used to not carrying around a phone from being at the cabin that I don't even remember where it is now. The only time I need it is when Harkin and I are separated, and that's a rarity these days.

Cinder's ears perk at my rousing, and she jumps off the foot of the bed, pacing back and forth on my side.

"Okay, okay. I'm getting up."

Her tail swishes back and forth, almost knocking a glass of water onto the floor.

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