Page 12 of Stripped Down at the Fair

She looked down. At first, I thought she was admiring my chest, but then I realized her attention was below that.

“Can I see it?” she asked.

I started to ask what, but I knew exactly what she wanted to see. “Sure.”

I moved to climb off her so I could remove my underwear, but her hands on my waist stopped me. I froze as she slid her thumbs underneath the elastic and pushed.

It was almost a relief when my cock was free, even though my underwear wasn’t all that restrictive. When I felt her hand around me, I realized just how tough this would be. I had to hold out. I had to come inside her—not all over her stomach.

I nearly lost it at that thought. It was a dirty one, and no way would I share it with her, but damn, the image of my cum on her soft, perfect skin did things to me.

“Does it dull the sensation?” she asked, frowning.

Dull sensations? There was nothing dull about the sensations I was feeling right now.

“The condom,” she prompted. “When you put it on, will you feel less?”

Oh, that. Yes, it dulled sensations, which could be welcome in this case. But it also meant I wouldn’t fully feel her surrounding me. Plus, I wouldn’t be able to fill her with my seed.

“Yeah, but it’s never bothered me before,” I said. “If it kept me from getting a woman pregnant, it was worth it.”

She tilted her head, brow furrowing, making that cute little wrinkle at the top of her nose. “You’re speaking in past tense. You don’t want to avoid getting a woman pregnant anymore?”

I opened my mouth to say hell no, but the words didn’t come out. I wanted to get a woman pregnant. I wanted to getthiswoman pregnant. I wanted to fill this cabin with kids—or hell, maybe we’d have to get a bigger cabin. This only had two bedrooms and one bathroom, after all.

I loved this cabin, though. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life alone here. But meeting her had done something to me. It had changed everything.

I wanted a baby. I wanted a baby with her. And I wanted to go through this life with her by my side.

“Do you want kids?” she asked.

That was when I realized she’d mistaken my silence for something it wasn’t. “I want kids,” I rushed to answer. “At least two. But only if I can have them with you.”

I held my breath in the silence that followed, trying to grab anything I could from her expression. It was too soon. She’d freak out. And I wouldn’t blame her. If any other woman hadsaid words like that to me, I would’ve been looking for the exit sign and sprinting my way out of her life.

But not Cate. And that made her the one woman in history who could totally and completely crush me.

But as I watched her face, fear wasn’t what I saw there. If anything, she seemed to relax. That was a good sign, right? It could’ve been a trick of the lighting, but I was close enough to her that I could make out detail a little better, so I doubted it.

“Me too,” she finally said. “I didn’t think I’d want kids this soon. Eventually, yeah, but since meeting you, I see everything differently. With you and this town, I’ve realized what I’ve been missing all my life. This sense of community. Family. People taking care of each other.”

“I’d never ask you to move here unless you want to.”

“I want to.” She bit her lip, then added, “But I don’t want to scare you off.”

“Nothing you could do or say would scare me off,” I said. “Unless you have a husband hiding somewhere, and I know that’s not the case.”

She laughed. “I couldn’t even rustle up a good ex-boyfriend if I needed to. I’m all yours.”

“I’ll get the condom,” I said, moving away from her.

She reached out, placing her hand on my forearm. “As long as you’re clean, I want to do this without it. If you’re on board with that, of course. If we make a baby tonight, I’d be the happiest woman in the world.”

“I’m clean, alright,” I said.

I didn’t want to tell her how long it had been since I’d had a woman in my bed. Or any bed, for that matter. And when I was active, I’d always been extra safe.

But what surprised me most was that I was okay with us making a baby tonight. Beyond okay. In fact, I couldn’t imagine anything that would make me happier.

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