Page 81 of Mistaken Identity
After what was done to me, that was the one thing that I remembered so vividly that I tried really hard not to think about it.
He ran his thumb along my jaw, his big hand cupping almost half of my face, as he said, “Not that I care about having babies with you but…”
“We can do everything but that,” I suggested. “I know we’re not quite ready for that, yet. With…I was on birth control. It’ll take me about a month to be safe with that aspect, because I was just able to get on it last Friday. But until then…”
Until then, he could very easily get me pregnant if we weren’t careful.
But the thought of having Audric’s child didn’t scare me.
Something inside of me had understood what I was saying to Gunner when it came to Lottie.
A piece of me would always live in fear that something would happen to another child like it did to Damon, but that wasn’t fair to me.
I couldn’t keep living half a life, hoping that nothing hurtful would ever touch me again.
That wasn’t how life worked.
He shifted us, his arm going around my waist to pull me higher up off of his lap, and the other one went to his underwear, where he shifted them down.
His cock bounced free between us, and my gaze went down, taking him in in all his naked glory.
“Holy cow,” I breathed.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised.
I bit my lip and looked back into his eyes. “I would hope so.”
He chuckled, and that released some of the tension. “Like I said, you are in the driver’s seat today.”
If that was the case…
I lifted up off of him using his shoulders for leverage and said, “Inside, Audric.”
His breath hitched. “Creole…”
“In.” I pressed my lips to his mouth. “Side.”
He reached between us and adjusted his cock so that it was at my entrance, and I slowly lowered myself down. When I’d hit a snag and he’d go no further, I’d go back up, repeating this process for long, slow, agonizing minutes until he was buried as far as he would go.
“Jesus Christ,” he said through gritted teeth. “Tight.”
Yeah, I was.
He was big.
I was small.
And I hadn’t taken anyone there in nearly a year.
“Feels good, though,” I breathed, swirling my hips around in his lap.
He groaned into my hair, his fingers flexing and unflexing on the meat of my ass.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he growled.
Fuck was right.
I was barely moving, and it already felt like I was going to tip myself over the edge.
