Ava Reynolds
As he rode me, Reek's hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, trying to pull it up and over my head, but I shook my head against his mouth. “No,” I whispered nervously. “I'm cold.”
Luckily, he didn't push it. He just kept his grip on my hips instead, thrusting deeper. His dick filled me completely, stretching me in that perfect way that made my toes curl and my breath hitch. He pressed his body against mine and made everything feel too intense. His heat bled through my thin sleep shirt, his scent wrapped around me, and suddenly, there wasn’t enough air in the room.
Being that close to him always did something reckless to me, but with his chest against mine and nowhere for my body to go, it felt worse.
It felt like every nerve I had, had woken up at once.
Every stroke sent sparks through my body.
The dick was so good that I didn't give a damn if Saint or Big A burst through the door right then.
I wanted to let them hear my quiet moans, the wet sounds of him fucking me; nothing mattered except chasing this high with him.
My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, my pussy clenching around his thickness as waves of pleasure rolled through me, making me forget everything else for those endless minutes.
Then he tensed, groaning low in my ear, and I felt him pulse inside me. He pulled out just in time for his cum to spill hot across my thigh. That moment snapped me back to reality. It was a stark reminder that he didn’t want kids. He only took what felt good in the moment, nothing more.
This was exactly the kind of chemistry I should've run from, the pull that hooked me every time even though I knew he just wanted sex and nothing real.
Regret hit me hard as the aftershocks faded; what we'd just done only made the secret I carried feel heavier, like the bomb in my belly was ticking louder now, ready to blow up everything.
He rolled off me, tucking his dick back into his pants and zipped them up.
The air in the room was suddenly thick and awkward.
Both of us avoided each other's eyes with words stuck in our throats as we scrambled for what to say next. Then we could hear the sound of the back door sliding open and Big A and Saint’s voices carrying from outside.
Reek's panicking eyes met mine for a split second before he slipped off the bed and out the door, leaving me alone with his babies on my skin and in my stomach, and the even bigger panic twisting in my gut about how I'd ever tell him about the baby.