Page 75 of Playing Rough

"Why not? It’s who you are."

"Because it fucks me up," he growls. "Just like this fucks me up." He grinds against me, our cocks sliding together.

I smile, knowing he'll never admit how much he loves it when I call him that. But I know better.

He kisses me again, deep and possessive, as we rock together. It's still so damn hot feeling him over me like this—the way he takes control and makes me beg for every inch.

He swallows my cock as he shoves my boxers down, teasing my hole with his fingers. I'm still stretched from last night's fuckfest, ready for him to fill me up all over again.

Riot growls in approval, slicking himself up before pushing inside of me. The stretch burns so good as he sinks into me, claiming me all over again.

I wrap my legs around him, urging him to take me harder. He gives me what I want, gripping my hair as he slams into me with a grunt. The bed creaks under us, but we don't care. We're lost to each other, just like always.

Riot fucks me until we're both panting and spent. We collapse beside each other, breathless.

"Fuck," he groans. "You make me crazy."

I grin, tracing circles on his chest. "Good crazy or bad crazy?"

He chuckles, rolling onto his side to face me. "Both." His gaze softens, eyes crinkling at the corners. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

I pull him close, kissing him again. "Me neither."

We lay there for a long time, trading kisses and lazy touches. I never thought I could have this—someone to love and be loved by in return. But here we are, defying the odds.

"What time's the appointment again?" Riot breaks the silence by asking.

Right.The appointment.

I glance at the clock, nerves kicking in. "In six hours," I laugh. "Plenty of time." I hope I sound more chill than I feel.

Riot nods, eyes suddenly far away. He slips from the bed, dragging both hands through his disastrous bedhead, looking like he just got fucked as he pulls on sweats.

Fuck, these moments are my favorite.

I know that pensive look. My pulse picks up. "You good?"

He pauses. "Yeah, just..." He exhales harshly, facing the window where moonlight outlines his powerful frame in silver. "Big day. You know?"

I come up behind him, chin on his shoulder. "Talk to me. What's going on in that head of yours?" I keep my voice gentle despite my own anxiety churning. I want to do this, but only if he does.

Riot relaxes into me marginally as he gathers his thoughts. "It's stupid, really. I'm so fucking excited about this, but..." He shakes his head, conflicted. "Guess it's just nerves. I mean, this is unknown territory, right? Are we really ready for this?"

The vulnerability in his tone makes my chest ache. I turn Riot to face me, gripping his stubbled jaw. "You're gonna be the most badass dad ever, Riot. Our kid's gonna be lucky as hell to have you."

He swallows hard, emotions playing across his face before he shutters them again. "And you'll be a great dad too, Hotshot." The nickname makes me smile despite everything. "We've got this. Right?"

I nod firmly. "We do."

Riot exhales, some of the tension draining from his body. "Good." His kiss is brutal as he pulls me close. "I can't wait to see you with our kid."

"Me neither." I kiss him back, letting the worries slip away.

Riot's eyes turn glassy. He pulls me closer, exhaling shakily. "You always believe in me, London. Even when I don't."

I smile. "Good thing you locked me down, then. Gotta have someone to call you on your bullshit."

A choked laugh escapes him. He kisses me softly. "I'd be lost without you. In every way."

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