Page 85 of Voracious

“I know,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.”

I hold her tighter. “Don’t be. You’re here now. Sleep, Freckles.”

“Can we try again?”

“Try what again?” I ask. “For a baby?”

She turns to face me, and even though it’s dark in my room, the moon shines on her face, and I can see her undeniable beauty. “Yeah. Maybe not right away, but in like… a year? Six months? We could properly prepare, and I’ll even stay on the couch the full nine months. I promise… I promise I won’t lose our baby again.”

Her eyes are watering, and I take her cheek in my palm, caressing the soft skin. “Hey, stop that. It wasn’t your fault, okay? Please stop blaming yourself. We’ll try again. Hell, I would start now if you wanted to.”

Her chin trembles, but she nods anyway, and we shift so she’s lying on my chest. “I love you,Kade. I don’t think I’ll ever not love you.”

“Think?” I snort, my eyes closing. “You’re stuck with me, because I know I could never not love you.”

“I don’t want us to hide.”

Quietly, so quietly because I’m falling asleep again, I whisper, “Then we won’t.”

Two days later, I roll Stacey onto her back and pin her beneath me. “I don’t want to watch this anymore,” I say, burying my face into the crook of her neck and pressing my lips to her skin. “I think we should finish what we started last night.”

She slaps my back with a giggle as I roll my hips, my cock rubbing against her leg, needing her to fucking part her thighs.

“I’m not blowing you while your dogs are in the room.”

Our dogs, I correct in my head.

I laugh against her neck, trailing chaste kisses up to her jaw then pressing my lips to her cheeks and nose. She blushes, her eyes starting to dilate, and I grip her hips, my cock thickening as I slide it between her clothed legs and thrust against her.

She lets out a quiet moan that unravels my patience.

“Milo, Hopper.” I jump off the bed and throw open the door. “Out.”

I feel bad, but they hurry out and gallop downstairs like a herd of elephants. When I close the door and turn to my girlfriend, she’s glaring at me.

But the top sliding off her shoulder makes my cock harder.

“That was mean. They were comfortable,” she says, but my eyes are on the inked shoulder I want to sink my teeth into.

“You said you wouldn’t blow me while the dogs are in.” I shrug, lock the door and walk towards her. “I was simply finding a solution, Freckles.”

Stacey presses her mouth to mine when I lie on her. “That nickname does things to me.”

She rolls her hips, and I straighten my arms to look down at her. “You’re good with this?” We haven’t really been intimate except from her touching me last night.

She bites her lip and nods. “Just be gentle.”

“Right, clothes off.” I reach behind me, grabbing the top at the back of my neck and whipping it off. Her eyes are on my chest, larger from the weights I’ve been lifting and tanned still from summer.

“Pause the movie. Unless you want to watch it while you’re inside me?”

I grimace. “I have no intention of watching a bunch of guys running around with guns while I’m inside my girl.” I yank at the waistband of her shorts. “Fuck me, why did you tie these so tight?”

“To keep boys like you away,” she teases, pulling me by the nape to kiss her again. “And I love seeing men run around with guns.”

“You do? Will I find one from somewhere and fuck you with it?”

Not that I’d know how to actually do that – but still.

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