Page 33 of Misery In Me

“You wanna switch off?” I motion back and forth between us. She silently laughs, mouthing a quick “no.”

That’s fair. Zoe’s finally looking relaxed and possibly asleep.

Why fuck that up?

I nod and gesture toward my room, and she nods in acknowledgment. I should have just told her to come to bed with me once Zoe’s down. Is that too much? I’ve never had a woman in this bed with me. Is it going to be too much?

I don’t know how long I sit on my bed mentally fucking myself up over all the ins and outs of whatever this is between us. All I know is that whatever she wants from this, whatever she’swilling to give, I’m down for. Even if she decides to just be Zoe’s nanny.

Fuck, I hope that’s not all she wants.

Pulling my shirt over my head and chucking it into the hamper, I decide to get comfortable for the night. Because, let’s be real, it could be a while before Zoe actually lets Ale put her down. I’m trying really hard not to think about her on top of me earlier. Down to my boxer briefs, I pop in my headphones, hit one of my many playlists and start getting the bed ready, pulling the comforter and the sheets back. Making sure there are plenty of pillows, I want to be prepared.

Prepared.

Fuck.

I drop the headphones on the nightstand and half-ass sprint to the bathroom—bad decision—and rip open my drawers one by one.Fuck.Next drawer.Double fuck. Last drawer.I’m officially the worst Marine on the planet.Not a single condom. Some fucking Boy Scout I am. I'm pretty sure our motto was “Always Prepared.” And prepared I am not.Shit.

I stare at myself in the mirror.It’s fine. This is fine.

What If I jerk myself off now, then if it gets to that point, I have more time to pull out, right?

Jesus, am I really considering the pull-out game? The newborn daughter I have in the other room being cared for by the nanny I’m contemplating fucking suggests that would be a terrible idea.

The door to the nursery quietly shuts and the sound of Ale’s bare feet padding down the hall towards my room has my heart rate going up. She’s coming to me. Oh shit. It’s on.

No, stop. No condom.

No condom means no fucking.

Think, Donovan. Use the head that actually has a brain.

My dick twitches.Hard pass.

“Gage?”

I step out of the bathroom and I’m gonna play it cool. We probably won’t even get to that point, so why worry? I lock eyes with her and the words just blurt out rapid fire. “I don’t have any condoms.”

Real fucking smooth, jackass.

“Oh, well… We can't anyway... because I’m not on any birth control.”There goes the pulling out option.

Or does it?

Stop it.

“That doesn’t mean everything is off limits though,” she bites her lip as she steps past the threshold of the door, closing it behind her. She crosses the short distance from the door to my bed and, while holding my gaze, sinks to her knees.

Oh, fuck. Seeing her on her knees for me has me in a daze. I had a feeling she would be submissive, but part of me really wants to see her take control.

Like when she called me good boy.

I was a fucking puddle.

“Come here,” and my body gravitates toward her on its own. Stopping before her, I’m very aware that my cock’s hard and already leaking for her.

Ale’s hands glide up my thighs to the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, she pulls them down. I let out a little pant as the cool air hits my cock and she looks up at me, biting her lip, waiting for permission. “Go ahead, pretty girl,” and the moment her lips descend over the tip, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to not come.

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