Page 64 of The Heart We Guard
Butcher stops rocking his hips, and I’m grateful…because my body has lost any kind of rhythm, and I find myself almost spasming. A shudder, then another, and another.
Until the need seeps from me, and my head is blissfully calm.
Until Butcher says seven words.
“You wanna help me do the same?”
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“Yes,” Greer says, breathlessly.
And Jesus fucking Christ on a Harley.
Greer coming apart in my arms is even more incredible than I remember.
Never seen a woman so surprised she’s even in bed with me, let alone that she just came like her life depended on it.
And I’m so close to coming that I think she might make it happen in two more rubs if I’m not careful.
But I want to be inside her when I come.
Greer lifts up off me and kneels up.
“Fuck, you’re easy on the eyes, Doc.”
Her slim waist is silhouetted, her breasts high and firm. Her hands are up in her hair as she brushes it back off her face. And there’s a dark wet spot on her panties that tells me how much she enjoyed what we just did.
She smiles at that, and her whole face brightens. “Never much thought of myself that way.”
I make a mental note to remind her for however long she lets me be a part of her life. “Already told you once how pretty you are. Time you started to believe it,” I say roughly. “Couldprobably jerk one out in three pumps with you just kneeling there like that.”
That makes her laugh, and it lightens the intensity of the mood.
Not that I mind.
It means I’ll get to fuck her for longer if my cock has a minute to desensitize a little, now.
“Lose the panties, then climb back on, exactly like you are now.”
Greer does as I say, and I take the minute to slip my boxer briefs down. There are multiple wet patches on them. Much of it is Greer, but there’s also pre-cum there too.
“Want me to grab a condom?” she says, glancing at my wallet on the table.
Of course she doesn’t have any. And in a way, I’m glad. We need to talk some more about the man she was with at the coffee shop. The man she was supposedly leaving me to go live with. Who he is to her.
“We’re already pregnant,” I say. “Why do we need them?”
Greer smiles. “Because you’re asking that question.”
“Huh?”
“Safe sex one-oh-one. Condoms protect against pregnancyandsexually transmitted diseases. And given I am certain you haven’t been a saint since we last met, we need them.”
It’s a fair point. And I won’t disrespect her by confirming or denying.
“For the record, I always use condoms. And, I’ll get tested.” I tip my head in the direction of my shit on the table.
