Page 80 of Feast

He paused with his hand on the gear shift. “Would you?”

“They’re your friends,” she said simply. “Of course, I would.”

“I appreciate it,” he said and put the truck in gear. “But it’s unnecessary.”

“Okay,” she said. They rode in silence for a few moments, then Maddie said, “I liked them.”

He glanced at her, his face inscrutable in the dark. “They liked you, too.”

“You think?”

“They wouldn’t have been giving me shit if they didn’t.”

She smiled all the way back to his apartment.

She stayed the night.She hadn’t planned on it, but by the time they got back to his place, read a little bit, then fucked again, it was nearly midnight, and staying put seemed like the right thing to do.

He sprawled out over half the bed, which she expected. But he also held her tucked against his side, which she hadn’t. And in the morning, she woke up under him.

He fucked her long and slow, almost lazily, holding her down when she tried to get him to speed up and laughing when she cursed. He whispered dirty talk into her ear, filth that made her flush and squirm and come, then kept fucking her until she was ready to come again.

Then he came with her, hot and hard and wet inside her.

She was still trying to catch her breath when he lifted his head and kissed her.

“Good morning,” he murmured against her lips.

“Hi,” she breathed. “Um. Question.”

He rubbed his nose against hers, back and forth, back and forth. “What?”

“Did you put a towel down?”

He stopped rubbing noses. “Oops.”

She stifled a giggle. “What do we do?”

“Wash the sheets?” he ventured. “Don’t laugh, you’re going to push me out of you.”

That only made her laugh harder, and when he went squirting out, she laughed so hard she thought she might crack a rib.

By the time she stopped, the sheets definitely needed washing, and she definitely needed a shower.

“Go ahead,” he told her, dragging the sheets off the bed. “I’ll get one after.”

“You could join me,” she suggested silkily. Watching him strip the bed was really doing it for her.

“You’ve seen the size of my shower, right?”

She sighed. “Right.”

She walked into the bathroom, grimacing at the slick slide of come on the insides of her thighs. “I don’t know about this bareback sex thing,” she called out to him and turned on the water.

He carried the dirty sheets into the bathroom and stuffed them into the hamper. “Why?”

“It just doesn’t feel sexy right now,” she informed him and climbed into the narrow stall.

“What about in the moment?”

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