Valen’s lips ripped from mine as my hand left his cock. His fingers sank into my hips, grabbing me, turning me so I faced myself and him in the mirror.
My arm shot out toward the glass container on the counter.
A condom jar.
Provided, it seemed, by Billie. Who’d made a craft day out of it, having three little cartoon penises on it. One with a condom like a halo over the top, the next with the condom halfway down, and the third with a completely protected one.
Below it in flowing, feminine script were the wordsAll the fucks you will give.
I’d had a laugh about it the first time I’d seen it.
Ever since, though, I found myself watching the contents of it, wondering how many condoms were missing each day. And who was taking them.
I’d never been jealous.
Well, no.
That wasn’t true.
Back when I’d had Valen as my own, I’d been possessive and jealous.
But ever since, I never really cared enough about someone to care who he was fucking aside from me.
Since coming back to the club, though, it was heavy on my mind, and those old feelings reared their ugly heads.
Grabbing the condom, I passed it back toward Valen who took it and slid it on, his gaze moving to mine when he was done as his hand slapped down on my ass hard.
Before I could even fully register that sting, he was slamming inside of me, taking me deep, both of us letting out a gasp at the sensation, at all the memories it brought back.
“God, I fucking missed you,” he hissed as his hands flexed on my hips.
I wanted to protect myself from those words, but it was too late. My heart leaped at them.
There were no more thoughts then, though.
We were too lost in our bodies, lost in each other.
What started off a little slow, a little reflective and sweet, got harder and faster as the need spread through us, became impossible to deny.
“Fuck, yeah, come for me,” Valen growled as he fucked me harder still, making me need to slap my hands onto the vanity counter to keep from smashing into the mirror.
And then, just like that, just like always, I did.
His hand slammed over my mouth, muffling the sounds. And thank God for that. Because the last thing I needed was for him to hear me cry out his name.
Valen came on the tail-end of my orgasm, hissing out his release.
That couple seconds of a head start meant I also managed to come back down first. And when that happened, my rational mind came rushing back as well.
I wasn’t surprised by the panic.
And, for once, it wasn’t just because I didn’t want him to have the upper hand.
It was because this was so damn dangerous for me.
It was bad enough just being near him, sharing spaces with him, watching him be the man I always knew he would grow up to be.
Then getting tended to by him when I was hurt was pretty tough too.