Page 33 of His to Claim

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he assures me. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

He grabs my hips, fingers digging into my sides, and then starts thrusting up. This time, he doesn’t hold back and I gasp. Maybe it’s a little too much but, oh, my God, it feels amazing. Slightly wild and unrestrained, his powerful hips pump, stretching me to the max, making me take every single inch.

It’s rough and all brutal strength, and I love it. Even better than the night before.

“Yes, oh, God, yes,” I cry, pulling him home with every single hard thrust. I feel like I’m going to burst into a ray of light.

I have no idea how he can manage to hold me up, angle our bodies just right and keep pounding into me, but I don’t care. He is clearly multi-talented because he also manages to find my sweet spot, hitting it again and again. I cry out, tightening my arms around him, clinging to his big, strong body for dear life. My pussy clenches hard, milking him, and I drop my head back as my release slams into me with the force of a hurricane.

Yep, Hurricane Archer just landed and I scream his name to the nearly-bare branches of the trees above us.

I can feel the moment his control snaps and it’s delicious. He curses, groans against my neck and bites the soft skin there, immediately soothing it with his tongue as his entire body shudders and erupts.

But then I notice a different sensation. It belatedly occurs to me that he just exploded inside me…without protection. My eyes squeeze closed and we rock against each other as he fills me, coming hard. Wet, hot, pulsing spurts.

The idea of getting pregnant suddenly becomes very real. And if we only promised each other a few days then what the hell are we doing?

That’s what my logical side says. But my pussy is weeping and squeezing him tightly, and she’s fucking deliriously happy. I suppose she’s always been an illogical hussy.

Well, what’s done is done. He lifts his head and our gazes lock, both of us knowing the possible ramifications of what we just did. But he doesn’t pull out, just stays seated deep inside me, and then he captures my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that makes my toes curl.

Without a doubt, I know I’m falling for him. And I’m falling so damn hard and fast, it’s scary. For a long moment, we hold each other and keep kissing as though our very lives depended on it. After what feels like forever, he slowly lifts me up, pulling out and sets me back on my feet.

“We didn’t use anything,” I whisper.

“I know better. I’m sorry. If anything happens?—”

“We’ll figure it out,” I interrupt, reaching down to grab my panties and slipping them back on. It’s hot, sticky and wet between my legs, but I try to ignore it. It’s sort of hard to ignore his semen dripping out of my body, though, but I do my best to act casual.

After we’re fully dressed again, he pulls me close and kisses me hard.

“I shouldn’t have taken you bare and I never do that. I want you to know I’m clean and haven’t had unprotected sex since Caitlin.”

“Caitlin?” I frown.

“My old girlfriend. We dated five years ago.”

“Oh.” I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? We just had ridiculously amazing sex without a condom and now he’s telling me his old girlfriend’s name when I could possibly be pregnant.

My face falls.

“Carlotta?”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

When I don’t move, he places a couple of fingers under my chin, lifting it up, forcing me to make eye contact.

“If anything happens, I won’t abandon you.”

I nod, grateful, but at the same time, stewing in jealousy over a girl he slept with five years ago. It’s silly and doesn’t make any logical sense. Especially since we’ve promised each other nothing. Well, nothing but a few glorious days of fucking.

Yet, I can feel myself wanting more—needing more—from him. And that’s leading me into very dangerous territory.

“There are plenty of options nowadays,” I say absently, even though I know I’d never go through with an abortion. Ending the life of an innocent baby? No way. The guilt would haunt me forever. Plus, the idea of a child that is half me and half him…

I chew on my lower lip, liking the idea far more than I should.

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