Page 149 of Secret Shifters Next Door

“Chelsea.”

Steff’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“Yes, way. She’s really freaked out. Apparently, back when they were just dating, she and Kris decided that they never wanted to have kids. She’s pregnant and hasn’t told Kris yet. She wants to keep it, and she’s crazy worried about what Kris is going to say.”

“Oh, shit. Sounds stressful.”

“To say the least. I wanted to have this conversation now, so if there happens to be a surprise later on, we each know where the other stands.”

Steff took a drink and went back to his food. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want. And if we end up not wanting any, that’s fine as well.”

“I kind of wish we’d had this conversation a long time ago.”

“Well, we were both kids back then. Even if we’d had that talk, I don’t think we were mature enough to really make a decision. Plus, as you’ve seen, there were bigger things to discuss instead of whether or not we wanted kids.”

I had to agree with that. The wholeI’m-a-magical-creaturetalk probably did take precedence over thedo-you-want-kidstalk. Still, it was good that we were having this conversation. Now, matter what happened, we knew where the other stood.

When we got home, I could tell by the bulge in Steff’s pants that he hadn’t forgotten about our steamy little moment in the restaurant. Before I could even get my shoes off, he came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. He leaned in close, his lips barely touching my ear. “Tell me exactly what you were thinking about back in the restaurant.”

I took a trembling breath, already getting wet. “Um… I was thinking… about sucking your cock, if you must know.”

Steff growled and his hands slid from my belly to my breast. He played with my nipples through the fabric. I sighed and pressed my ass back into him, feeling his hardness through his jeans.

“What else?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“I thought about you inside me. Fucking me.” I was trembling, already wanting him. Wishing we were already naked.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you care about this shirt?”

“What? No. Huh?” What the hell was he asking?

Without hesitation, he grabbed the fabric on both sides and yanked it open. Buttons flew across the room, fabric tore, and then my breasts were free. It was one of the hottest things anyone had ever done to me. “Holy shit.”

We rushed to the bedroom, tearing at each other’s clothes. Steff knelt between my legs, kissing my stomach as he kneaded my breasts. My breathing was erratic, almost too excited. Pushing me to the bed, he climbed onto the mattress beside me. Steff massaged my breasts and kissed me before he lowered his head and pressed his face between my legs. I gasped as his tongue slid inside of me.

His lower body was up near my face, ready to sixty-nine, and I didn’t want to disappoint. I slid my hands across the muscles of his back and flank. He sucked at my clit, and my eyes rolled back in my head. It felt incredible. I grabbed his cock and slid it into my mouth, working him as he fucked me with his tongue. I caressed his ass as I slid my tongue and lips across his length. Soon, his groans of pleasure mixed with my own.

I pulled my mouth away, gasping for breath. “Fuck me, Steff.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He sat up, turned, and moved between my legs. I lifted my hips toward his, desperate to have him inside me. I watched as he grabbed his cock and slid the head back and forth across my clit. Our eyes locked as he teased me, and my body grew tense as I neared orgasm.

Without warning, he slipped into me, and it was like his entire body was sliding into my pussy. I arched off the bed, digging my nails into the hard muscles of his back. He leaned inand kissed me, deeply and passionately, his hands twining in my hair. His tongue slipped into my mouth, matching his thrusts.

His movements grew faster, hungrier, and the delicious tension between my legs built, increasing in pressure. Tingles and waves of pleasure radiated out into my arms, legs, and stomach. I was close.

Jesus, so close.

Steff buried his face in my neck, his lips and tongue stroking the flesh between my jaw and collarbone. The muscles in his back tightened as his hips moved faster. His teeth brushed against my skin. Before I could even think about the fact that he was about to bite me, the tension exploded and my head snapped back into the pillow. I jerked and twitched as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. He could have done anything he wanted at that moment.

He was still slamming himself into me, sending bursts and explosions through me. The orgasm seemed never-ending. I groaned and gasped for breath. Steff’s back arched, and his hips spasmed into me as he came. He hissed a curse and lowered his face to my neck, and instead of biting me, I heard his teeth sink into the pillow next to me. I lay there under him, soaked in sweat, running my hands up and down his back.

“I didn’t bite you. I promise,” he gasped, breath heaving out of his chest.

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