Together they found a rhythm and he could feel himself getting close as he watched her rock above him, her mouth slightly open, breasts thrust forward, and her eyes tightly closed.
Her muscles clenched around him as her moans went up two octaves and her whole body quivered. He thrust up into her one last time and yelled as he came, grasping her to him as she fell forward on his chest, her hair covering his face.
He tried to catch his breath as her breasts pressed against his chest and reached up to move her hair from his face. He caught the dewy look in her eyes and smiled, “So am I getting any better?”
Her smile was dreamy. “Oh yeah. That was wonderful.”
He kissed her smiling mouth and said, “Alright, hussy, I’ve got to get to work.”
She rolled off the bed slowly, stretching and he watched her naked behind as she padded to the bathroom. “Well I’m going to hop into the shower and get ready to feed.” She turned and gave him fluttering eyes, “You sure you don’t want to come in?”
He let out a bark of laughter at her come hither look. “I’ve created a monster. What happened to my nervous, shy wife?”
She shrugged and replied, “I guess she just finally got a taste of really, really good sex.”
She shut the door on him and he lay back on the bed until his laughter subside
d. Being married to Rand was definitely better than he was expecting.
He climbed out of the bed and made his way down the other bathroom to clean up. When he reached down to take off the condom, he noticed the rip in the thin latex and the blood in his head disappeared. Gripping the side of the sink, he stared back at his pale reflection.
Fuck no. Fuck fuck fuck!
He tried to push down the panic, but he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He had never had sex without a condom, even when the woman was on the pill and he’d sure as shit never had one break on him.
He cleaned up and went back into Rand’s bedroom, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. He couldn’t fight the images that rushed through his head of a little brown haired girl with freckles, smiling at him like he’d hung the moon or a little boy who looked up at him with trust in his green eyes. No, he couldn’t do it; he couldn’t put a child through that inevitable disappointment.
How was he going to tell Rand all this?
She wants kids less than you. She’ll understand.
Rand hadn’t been able to tell him how she felt last night; she had chickened out big time. Tonight though, she was going to do it. Just three little words right? How hard could it be?
Rand came humming out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a towel and the first thing she saw was Jake looking like his world had just crashed down on his head.
“What happened?” She knelt down in front of him, her heart lodging in her throat at the sheer despair she saw in his deep green eyes. “Jake?”
“I made a mistake.” He whispered.
Rand tried to swallow but her worry and fear were working to tighten her airway more. “Whatever it was, we can fix it.”
He didn’t say anything for a few moments and the silence was filed with suspenseful meaning.
Maybe the mistake was he married you.
“The condom broke.” Jake’s words thrust through her self-doubt and she almost cried with relief.
“Is that it? Oh god, you scared me. That’s okay, I’m-
He stood up so fast, she fell over on her butt, barely catching her towel. “No it’s not fucking alright, Rand! I don’t want kids. Ever. Period.”
She stared up at him, so surprised she couldn’t move. He looked like a cornered animal, snarling and snapping at her, and her heart dislodged from her throat and sank to the bottom of her stomach.
“I can’t believe this. I’m so careful, always. How could this happen.”
Rand recovered slowly, pushing herself to her feet and facing Jake. “What I was going to say was, you don’t have to worry, because I’m on the pill.”
His skin pallor darkened finally until red stained his cheeks. He seemed at a loss for something to say, so she decided to help direct the conversation. “I’ve been on the pill since I was fourteen because of…my time of the month. It helped with some of the symptoms.”