Page 143 of Choosing Forever
“Inside or outside, Elle?” he spits, feeling the tightening of my walls as I?—
I wind my legs around him, trapping him in place, and keep him buried deep as I come. There’s a shatter in my mind as my previous conceptions of sex are broken, memories of Darren replacing themselves with new ones. Old highs fading beneath the light of new ones.
Splashes of warmth fill me. Darren’s sexy groans fill the room, intertwining with my cries.
“Fuck,” he curses, jerking above and inside of me.
I take a long, deep inhale and nod, releasing my nails from where I’ve buried them into his ass cheek. Softly, I rub the wounds I’ve left and smile coyly.
“Did I hurt you?”
He scoffs a laugh before kissing me again, his breathing heavy. “Not a chance.”
“Mmm,” I hum.
“Give me a minute and I’ll roll off of you. My head’s all shaken up, baby.”
“No rush,” I murmur, petting the expanse of his back. “I’m comfortable.”
“You’re the one woman I’ve been unprotected with.”
The subtle drop of that surprises me. I was aware he didn’t use a condom tonight, and I made the decision not to tell him to. I’m grown enough to be careful.
“I guess I just thought with Sasha . . . ?”
“Broken condom.”
Slowly, he pulls back and slides free before standing on his knees. His gaze drops to between my legs when I feel myself beginning to leak. There’s hunger in his expression, there and gone in a blink.
“Oh.” I pause, blinking. “Oh.”
He chuckles and steps off the bed. Disappearing into the hall, he comes back a minute later with a cloth in his hand. I try to grab it from him, but he holds it above his head, winking.
“It’s my mess to clean, baby.”
“If you insist,” I drawl.
With a soft, careful touch, he cleans me up before tossing the cloth into his laundry bin. I turn onto my side and rub my cheek against the pillow, watching as he tosses a shirt and boxers on. The second shirt in his hand comes sailing at my face a beat later.
I catch it and give it a once-over. “Did you choose this one on purpose?”
“Why would you think that?”
He pads back to the bed and stretches out behind me, his arms coiling right.
“I’d say the Huntsly on the back of this would be a dead giveaway. God, I can’t believe you’ve kept this. Does it even fit you anymore?”
Nose pressing into my hair, he rubs my belly, melting me. “Nope. Fits you, though.”
“Maybe. I’d have to put it on to see, and you’re holding me pretty tightly,” I tease.
Slowly, he releases me but stays where he is. I slip off the bed and shake out the old Cherry Peak Wranglers football tee. The number seventeen on the front has me cracking a smile while pulling it on.
“Well? Is it everything you wished for when you decided to keep this?” I ask, giving him a twirl.
“Fuck, yeah, it is.”
I pull my lip into my mouth and contemplate giving him what I’ve been carrying with me for a while now. His stare burns into me as I search the room for my purse.
