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And me.
Her cheeks heat up as she looks to her right like someone might overhear her, butEmma isn’t there. She’s currently screaming at Orion on our shared front porch. “Baby steps. Let’s try yours first,” she says softly. “We also need to talk about other things, like protection. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you probably don’t use it?”
“Of course I do,” I say with a huff. “I don’t want to, but I have to. Is not wearing a rubber an option here?”
Please say yes. I’ve specifically never done it raw because none of those bitches were her, they never came close.
She hesitates. “I don’t know. I have an IUD so pregnancy isn’t an issue, but I’ve never... done it without one before. Pregnancy isn’t the only thing to worry about.”
So she hasn’t either. It’s like we were both waiting for something we didn’t realize, but the second the thought crosses my mind, reality slaps me in the face. She isn’t having this conversation withme,she’s having it with Nightbreed.
“Like I’ve said, I’ve never gone raw so I’m clear.”
Clear-ly losing my mind because I’m jealous of myself and I want nothing more than to rip that IUD out and truly breed her. Fuck.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Huh?
Oh fuck, she can see my eyes. With contacts, but still. I’m not wearing a full mask so my emotions aren’t as hidden as I’d like them to be.
“You didn’t. I’m proud of you for being safe,” I rush out honestly, then give her a little more of the truth. “I just... really want to fuck you raw now.”
Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as she chews it. “Screw it. Okay.”
Good girl.
Bad girl.
Both feel accurate, but I really need to get over myself. Literally.
I want this — no,needthis — and I finally have a chance to touch her without any barriers. Aside from my mask, at least.
“Yeah? Goddamn, pretty girl. I really did win here.”
The pleased, shy smile that spreads across her face puts me at ease. “Let me shower, but text me the address, time, and any additional instructions you have for me.”
Perfect. “You got it. I’ll clean up the stalls for us as much as I can and be inside waiting.No backing out, Atley. I get you for real tonight.”
She blows me a kiss and tells me she’ll be there, then hangs up.
8
Ronan
Before I text her anything, I hop in my car with cleaning supplies and rush over to the gloryhole I’ve heard about online. Unfortunately for us, it’s exactly what I expected — disgusting in every way possible — so I take my time cleaning it up as much as I can and tape anOut of Ordersign on the door.
It probably won’t deter everyone from entering, but even if it keeps a few people out it will help, and since it’s so far behind the gas station I have to hope an attendant won’t rip off my sign before we get to use it.
Once I’m done sanitizing to the best of my ability, I rush back home to shower and then finally send her the address and time. I don’t have many instructions for tonight, but I tell her to wear something comfortable anddark with easy access, and to be sure she pays attention to her surroundings.
Places like this are dangerous, and if it wasn’t me she was meeting, I’d lose my fucking shit at her for coming near one at all.
But these are desperate times.
I’m finally going to have her in a way I’ve craved for far too long, and the driving need to touch her for real supersedes everything else. I’ll protect her if I have to. I’ll blow my whole cover if it comes to it, but for now I push those what-if’s aside and head over again to sanitize the side I want her to go in a little more, then set up a camera in the stall.
And now I wait.
