Page 75 of Not In Love

Mona and Chaaru stood there, grinning like fools. Between them, grinning just as foolishly, if looking a little pale, was Diego. With his crutch under one arm and a duffel bag in the other.

"Surprise delivery!" Mona crowed, laughing so hard she had to wipe at her eyes. "One hot stud, as needed!"

Chaaru cackled and winked. "Handle with care. He's fragile."

Before Kash could find words, her two friends gently but firmly helped Diego into the room, leaving him leaning—all long limbs and cocky grin—against the doorframe.

She gaped at him, her heart doing something wild and unsteady in her chest. "What are you doing here?" she managed to choke out, sounding too high, too breathless.

Diego just smiled. That slow, rough smile that had ruined her and rebuilt her, all in the same breath.

"I’m not spending a single night away from you ever again, Doc," he said, voice low and raspy and full of a thousand things she didn’t even know how to name. “Don’t be getting ideas. I just want to fall asleep with my girl in my arms and wake up to her beautiful face tucked up against my chest.”

Kash stood frozen for half a heartbeat and then launched herself at him.

She caught him around the waist, feeling him grunt as he took her weight and fell against the wall, his body hot and solid against hers even through layers of clothes.

"You idiot," she whispered against his neck, laughing through the sudden sting of tears. "You’re supposed to be resting. And you should know better than to think I wouldn’t abuse your poor body.”

"Honestly, I was hoping you’d say that," Diego murmured, his hand finding her hair, stroking it back from her face with an aching tenderness. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a taste of you. But in case you’re worried about my ankle, you could give me a blowjob, no? You do it like a champ.”

She pulled back, just enough to look at him…the stubborn set of his jaw, the reckless, wrecked love in his eyes. Her heart flipped over like a kicked stone.

"No way are we wasting a full load in my throat," she said, putting on a mock serious tone. “Instead, imagine how much fun you’re going to have fucking me bare, baby. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since that night. I almost wish we didn’t get pregnant immediately just so you can keep doing it for a while.”

Hands on her hips, he pressed his hard cock against her belly. “Fuck, Kash! You’re going to make me spill before I even get inside you.”

“Don’t you dare, Ferrara. I need your cum inside me.” Then she was tugging at his shirt buttons, clumsy and urgent, and he was yanking her shorts down, both of them breathless and laughing and desperate.

They stumbled to the bed, Diego half-falling back onto it with a grunt. His injured ankle stuck out awkwardly to the side, but he didn’t even pause. He was already dragging her down with him, already tugging her over his lap.

"Careful," Kash hissed, smacking his chest lightly, half laughing, half horrified.

"I can handle it," he rasped back, eyes dark and wild. "You can’t expect me to have a modicum of control after that, you cock-tease. Can you handle me?”

“Yes, please.”

No sooner did she say that when he tore away her thong and plunged two fingers deep inside her. In tantalizing contrast, his thumb played gently with her clit, nudging it from side to side.

Kash threw her head back as heat exploded low and hard in her belly.

“You’re so ready for me, Kash,” he said, hitting her g-spot while circling her clit. And then he pulled his fingers out with a slippery sound. “Come, Doc, Ride me."

Carefully, biting her lip, Kash swung a leg over him and straddled his hips.

Diego’s hands slid up her thighs, slow and greedy, thumbs inking fire into her skin.

She rocked against him once, tentative and testing, and he hissed, his fingers tightening on her hips.

"No being gentle," he growled, voice rough with need. "Not tonight. Not with me."

Kash laughed and leaned down to kiss him, messy and open-mouthed, their teeth clashing, tongues tangling. He moaned into her mouth, hands everywhere now, urgent and shaking.

She rolled up the hem of her top, laughing breathlessly when the fabric caught on her hair. Cursing under his breath, Diego helped her along, every movement reverent and wrecked.

Finally, they were both naked, skin gleaming, breaths panting. Leaning down, Kash went for his lips while her bare breasts with their hard nipples rubbed tantalizingly against his muscled chest.

Sensations skittered along her skin, like little embers of fire, pooling at her core. Moaning, she did it again.

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