Page 88 of How to Date a Rockstar

“I get the shot. We’re covered.”

My cock is fully on board but I need to make sure. “The shot is only good to prevent pregnancy.”

She ducks her chin but not before I notice her cheeks flame. “I haven’t been with anyone for over a year.”

“Except me,” I remind her.

She rolls her eyes. “Except you.”

I blow out a breath and admit the truth. “I haven’t been with anyone in a year either.”

Her brow furrows. “Are you serious?” I nod. “But what about—”

My growl cuts her off. “Do not mention fans or groupies while we are in bed together.”

“You’re not lying?”

“I’m not lying.” I wouldn’t lie about anything as important as this. In fact, I won’t lie to Indy at all anymore. I kept the truth about what her mother said to me hidden and what good did it do?

She studies my face and I let her see everything. The truth, my love for her, my regret about leaving her – everything.

“I trust you.”

Warmth spreads throughout my body. Indy trusts me. Maybe convincing her to fall in love with me again won’t be as difficult as I thought.

“And I trust you.”

“Naturally. I’m perfect.” She winks.

“You’re sure?” I ask one more time. I don’t want her to consider me a mistake.

She wraps her legs around my waist and lifts her hips. “I’m more than sure.”

I sink into her until my balls slap her skin. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can feel everything without a condom between us. I’ve never had sex without a condom before. Not even when Indy and I were kids did we forego condoms.

Think of baseball scores. I hate baseball. The lyrics to your new song. Anything! I can’t come now. Not on the first thrust.

Indy tightens her inner muscles around me as she arches her back and rubs her breasts against my naked chest. Oh shit. I begin to recite the alphabet backwards. What comes after w?

“Move, Cash.”

I withdraw at a snail’s pace enjoying the feel of every inch of her before plunging into her again. I start up a slow but steady pace. Indy meets each thrust and we settle into a leisurely tempo.

“Sex… with you… is… awesome,” she gasps out.

“This isn’t sex. This is making love.”

Her eyes pop open at my words. “I’m almost there.”

“Are you ready to come for me, Indy?” She nods. “Then, come, sweetness. Come all over my cock. Let me feel you.”

Her legs tremble and her eyes begin to shut.

“No. Keep your eyes open.”

She drags them open and our gazes lock as her mouth falls open and she moans.

“Yeeees.”

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