The sound seemed to send him over the edge and he buried deep and fucked into her with long, hard strokes as he tipped over into his own release. Everything about the moment was beautiful: the sweat on his skin, the straining muscles in his neck, the filthy words falling out of him. But most of all it was the way he didn’t look away from her, the way he pinned her with his gaze and gave her everything in that look. No filters, no bullshit. Just him and what they were sharing together.
She wanted to drown in the moment, roll around in the feeling of it.
And in that brief stretch of seconds, she knew she would not run from this man. Not anymore.
Good sense be damned.
She was doomed.
She was falling in love.
TWENTY-FOUR
Oakley sucked in ragged breaths and reached for the vibrator’s remote to shut it off as Pike draped over her, spent from his own release. She should be panicking now that she knew she’d developed feelings for this man. But she couldn’t find it in herself to be scared right now. Everything tasted too sweet. Too perfect.
Pike buried his face in her neck. “God, you’re the best girl ever.”
She laughed at his exuberance. “That’s what all the guys say when they have their dick parked in that particular girl.”
He lifted his head and kissed her lips. “No, they say that she was the best sex ever. You’ve got the whole package, Easton. I like the woman, not just the raunchy sex. Although, that’s a highlight, too.”
She let her fingertips trace over the curve of his ass. “Well, I’m just with you for your body. Just so you know.”
“I can live with that.” He flashed her a grin.
“We should probably, like, get up and shower and stuff. Someone will be getting up soon.” She traced his eyebrow with her fingertip, toying with the piercing there.
“Do I have to?” he said, turning his head and kissing her palm. “I think we should just stay like this for the rest of the day.”
“Hmm. An interesting plan, but it could get sticky. You know, when that stuff dries …”
He chuckled. “Good point.”
He pushed himself up on one arm. First, he gently slid the plug out of her. Then he reached down to grab the base of the condom as he slid out.
Oakley closed her eyes, enjoying the spent state of her muscles. A morning in bed would be lovely. Her and Pike naked all day, making love when they felt like it, getting take-out and watching movies. It was a nice fantasy. Maybe one they could indulge in when Reagan did her next sleepover at Devon’s.
“Oh, shit.”
The tone of Pike’s voice cut right through that fantasy. Oakley’s eyes popped open. “What?”
When Pike didn’t answer, she rose up on her elbows. His whole face had gone a shade of pale.
Her stomach clenched. “What’s wrong?”
Pike lifted the condom. No. He lifted the remnants of a broken condom.
Panic surged, and everything inside her went cold at the feel of warm fluid moving down her thighs. “Oh my God.”
“Okay, okay.” Pike wet his lips. “It’s okay. I’m clean. I get tested regularly. And haven’t been with anyone since the last test. And I always use condoms. So you’re on birth control and haven’t been with anyone either, so we’re good.”
No. No. No. Oakley’s hands were shaking. This could not be happening. “Pike, we’re not okay.”
“What?”
“I’m not on birth control.”
“What?” Now his face went truly white. “What woman isn’t on birth control?”