Page 25 of Fake Coral and Keys

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He looks down to where he’s still inside me. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

The sleepy wave of freshly fucked elation washes away.What?My heart leaps into my throat.Oh no.We just had unprotected sex. He just came inside me. A man I barely know just fucked me senseless and came inside me.

“I didn’t even think,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“I am,” I tell him. Blake’s muscles relax slightly. Thank goodness I am. For the first time in my life, I’m thankful for theirregular periods that made me stay on the pill even though I’ve been single for so long. “I wasn’t thinking either.”

“I’m clean,” he says with a wince.

Shit.I didn’t even think about that. Here I was worried about pregnancy when there were other things I should worry about.I’m so bad at this.This right here, my naivety and clumsiness, are exactly why I don’t do one-night stands. Or several night stands. Or fool around at all.

Blake touches my arm, dragging my thoughts back to the current issue. “I was tested a while back, and I haven’t been with anyone but you since.”

My brain skids to a halt. Wait, what?Did he just confess to not having sex with anyone, in how long? Anyone else but me? And he’s not been with anyone since we left the cabin? Should I tell him I’ve not been with anyone except him in four years? That Jim left me so messed up that I couldn’t bear the thought of being touched. The idea of anyone touching me, much less letting myself be vulnerable enough to sleep with someone, was terrifying. Should I tell him it made me physically ill to think about having sex to the point I’ve just avoided it altogether? Until I met Blake. Then all I wanted was for him to touch me.

He draws his attention back to him by sliding a finger along my jawline. He quirks an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“Yes,” I say, slightly breathless. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

Blake nods, the corner of his mouth turning up. “Good.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since Jim,” I blurt out.

That brow raises again, but he remains quiet.

“So…” I let my voice trail off and look away. Heat creeps into my chest. This is awkward. We’re having this conversation now, with him still inside me. I’m so inexperienced with flings and men and having sex just for fun that I messed up and am havingthisconversationnowwhen I should have made sure we had it before.

“So,” he says, hooking a finger under my chin and turning my face to look back at him. He slides his finger along my jaw, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Should I start another fight so we can do that again?

CHAPTER SIX

BLAKE

Now

The sage green yogapants Lily insisted Daisy wear this morning cup her firm ass perfectly. Every time she bends for a new pose, the seam outlines her ass crack and the lips of her pussy I savored just a few hours ago. My dick hardens slightly at the thought of her sweet little cries as I licked her from back to front this morning.

“Now for the down-facing dog,” Heather tellsthe small class.

I watch as Daisy bends forward and places her hands on the mat. My mouth waters. I’d give anything to slide my hand between her legs right now, part her wet folds, and taste her sweetness before slamming my cock into her over and over.

Note to self: Don’t get a fucking hard-on during yoga class.

I look away and focus on getting myself into position. This is good. All the blood will rush to my head instead of my dick.

“Now, lower your knees to the mat for cat pose.”

My eyes immediately fly over to Daisy on all fours. She glances over at me and gives me a sly smirk. Fuck, this is worse.

Yes, I silently tell her,we’re doing this position later. I’m putting her on the bed just like this, one hand woven into her glistening honey-colored hair, the other holding her slender shoulder to keep her steady as I fuck her so hard she can’t even remember her name.

“Someone’s not paying attention.”

The dirty fantasy swirling in my mind cuts out. I glance up and find Heather only a few feet away, her eyebrow cocked with a knowing look. She’s just caught me staring at her daughter with pervert eyes like some lecherous bottom feeder while she’s attempting to help teach a yoga class. I look back to thefloor and arch my back to show her I’m paying attention to her instructions and not imagining banging Daisy while she’s on all fours.

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