Page 56 of Lockout

“Yes,” she moaned.

And she thought she was vanilla. My sweet girl might just have a breeding kink. I paused, realizing that I hadn’t worn a condom this morning. Shit. I didn’t have one now either. “Are you on birth control?”

“No,” she gasped as I undid the handcuffs with the key I’d set on the dresser.

Fuck.

I was going to have to go with the pull and pray method because there was no way I was going next door to grab a fucking condom. In fact, it’d been so long since I’d been with a woman I wasn’t even sure I had any that weren’t expired.

Grasping Keely by the hips, I flipped her over onto her hands and knees

“What’re you doing?” she gasped, voice excited.

“Fucking you, Baby Girl.” I ran my hands over the pale, freckled flesh of her back, loving the way her muscles felt underneath the silky skin. I settled in behind her and took my cock in hand, teasing her entrance.

She moaned, pressing back into me. She wasn’t clocking that I didn’t have a condom on. Neither of us had been in a relationship in a while, and she wasn’t the type to sleep around, so I knew we were clean. I’d have to keep an eye on her though, since I’d come inside her this morning.

She felt so fucking good around me. Like coming home after being away too long. It’d been years since I’d done this. Since I’d fucked a woman and been so crazy out of control I’d done itbareback. That was shit I did when I was young and dumb. I was a lot older and a lot more wise now, but it didn’t matter anymore. Not with her. If I got her pregnant, I’d be happy as hell.

I didn’t want to fuck this woman until she was out of my system. It was far beyond that now. She was mine. I was keeping her. Leaning over her, I pulled out until just the tip of my cock was inside her, then slammed home again. Hard. She cried out, arms collapsing and burying her face in the pillow as she whimpered. “Does that hurt?” I asked, smoothing one hand down her back to calm her.

“No, no,” she gasped. “I’m not used to it hurting so good.”

That had my balls tightening and I started to fuck her harder. Deeper. I knew I wasn’t going to last. Not with this woman, not with the way she felt, how wet she was for me. Her pussy squeezed down hard, milking me, and I cursed. I was so close to losing it already and I’d just gotten started. I wanted to fucking last, but she was so damn tight and felt too good. But I was a man who kept his promises and she was going to come again, with my dick filling her up before I finished. I wrapped her long hair around one fist and tugged, lifting her head. She gasped and I watched her spine arch. Then I started to thrust again. She moaned and whimpered, the sounds of her bliss so damn hot I had to grit my teeth against my own pleasure.

Reaching around with my free hand, I rubbed her clit. “Come for me, Keely.” I whispered against the skin of her shoulder. She was so damn close. “Give me another orgasm before I fill you up.” I wasn’t going to, but it was hot to say, and she seemed to like hearing it. I pinched her clit, the sting making her cry out my name and her cunt clamped down tight around me.

I wasn’t expecting that hard of an orgasm after I’d given her so many. It took me by complete surprise and I was on an inward thrust as it happened. Grunting, I spilled inside her, filling her with every fucking drop I had in my body.

I looked down, watching my cock sliding in and out of her body. God damn it. Apparently I wasn’t good at the pull out method. “I love being able to feel you,” I groaned, sliding into her over and over. “Feeling that warm pussy around my dick.”

She murmured something I didn’t quite catch as I let go of her hair and eased out of her. There was a sense of satisfaction as my cum slid down the insides of her thighs. I wasn’t trying to knock her up, both times had been an accident, but if she got pregnant, I was marrying her, so it didn’t really matter to me. She might not feel the same about it, though, so we were going to have to have a chat. But later.

I flopped down, pulling her over until her cheek was pillowed on my chest. I ran my hand through her hair. This beat the way I usually spent the time waiting on my brothers. I couldn’t fucking wait to do it again.

CHAPTER 23

Lockout

Scowling at my watch, I waited while everyone stared at me. It’d been three fucking days and we still didn’t have a plan. I was starting to get pissed off. And now Rip wasn’t at church. He hadn’t responded to my text.

“I’ll go see what’s holdin’ him up,” Hush offered, shoving out of his chair.

He’d no sooner gotten to his feet than Riptide hurried in. “Shit, sorry, Lock.”

My eyes narrowed because he had that look. The one that he probably got on his face after he came—not that I was going to fucking think about that—but that I knew for sure he got when he had some kind of breakthrough. “You found something.”

He looked over at me as he set his laptop up on the table. Everyone else was quiet, aware of my volatile mood. You’d think fucking my old lady day and night for the last three days wouldhave relaxed me. And honestly it had. I hated to think what I’d be like if she hadn’t been taking the pressure off.

“How the hell do you do that?” he asked.

“What?” I replied.

“You always seem to know-. Nevermind. I found an email.” He shot me a huge grin. When he didn’t get the excitement from me that he was looking for his eyes drifted around the room.

“Big fucking deal,” Toxic muttered. “What good is an email going to do?”

Riptide let out a heavy sigh. “I swear none of you know shit about computers.” He wiped a hand over his mouth as if searching for patience. “An email gave me a place to start.” He started tapping on the laptop and pages started flashing by on the TV screen on the wall. “Which led me to an IP Address.”

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