by Megan Morgan
With a snarl, she ripped his shirt up over his head. In a furious rush, they both stripped him down, though wet clothes were much harder to remove than dry ones. They at least got his jeans around his ankles and he lifted her off her feet and jacked her up against the wet tile.
“Oh, fuck.” She dug her nails into his back as he pushed into her. “Gentry!”
Her head spun, floaty from the heat of the water and the hard, insistent pounding of his cock. Her legs kept slipping around his hips, too slick to maintain her grip. He dragged his nails over her skin and snarled against her throat. She tried to bounce her hips on him but she couldn’t move, entirely at his command and mercy.
He was hitting the right spot, deep inside of her. Finally, finally.
“I’m coming,” she whispered. She locked her arms and legs around him. “Oh, fuck.” She convulsed hard between him and the wall. “Gentry.” She dug her nails in again and broke skin.
His response was an approving growl. Her vision went spotty, but God, what a glorious rush. Squeezing like that around his cock was even better than his fingers.
She barely regained her senses in time to realize they’d done a stupid thing. “Gentry.” She slapped his shoulder. “No condom, no condom! Don’t come inside me.”
He almost didn’t make it, but thankfully, the first thick, white stream that shot out hit her stomach. His cock pulsed heavy and wet between them as he groaned and snarled. She reached down and stroked it all out, slow and smooth.
“Not ready to be your baby mama yet,” she whispered against his ear with a grin. “Maybe someday.”
She could barely stand in the aftermath. He held her up, drew back, and gazed at her. His eyes were hazy, strange with emotion, and more aglow than they had ever been before.
“I love you,” he said. “I’m in love with you. That’s what I came to tell you.”
She smoothed her hands down the sides of his face. His hair was slicked to his neck, water dripping from his nose and chin.
“I know.” She leaned in and kissed him. His lips were soft and hot. “I know,” she whispered. “I’m starting to feel it, too.”
She leaned back, and they stared at each other.
“I don’t like being alone,” he said. “But I don’t want to go back to the pack, not yet.”
“I don’t want to be a wild child. But I don’t want to go back to being a small-town girl, either.”
He moved his hands down, onto her ass, and smiled. He had a great smile, broad and full of perfect white teeth. “I made you come.”
She laughed, and looked down at his soaked jeans around his ankles. “I hope you brought clothes with you, dumbass.”
He didn’t, but she was okay with him being naked in bed with her. Lying in the darkness, her head on his shoulder, she played with a strand of his damp hair and gazed out the window. The moon was peeking through the clouds.
“Stay here with me,” she said. “Stay here in the room tomorrow night. Then we’ll drive back Sunday morning, and you can head to the cabin for the rest of the full moon.”
He turned his face toward her. “If I get out, I could kill somebody.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t get out. I’ll block the door. I’ll trap you in the bathroom if I have to.”
He touched her cheek. “You’re not ready for that, Starr.”
She took his hand and kissed his palm. He smelled like soap and shampoo and—something she couldn’t describe. Something mine. “I don’t want to wait, I want to know.”
“It’s frightening.”
“I can handle it.” She snuggled against him. “You said you won’t hurt me. And you said you love me. You don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want be a scared little girl anymore.”
He sighed, his chest expanding beneath her cheek. “Starr…”
“Shut up.” She patted his stomach. “Don’t argue with me, fucker.”
He rubbed her back. “It’s gonna be a long eternity together, isn’t it?”
She smiled and curled her fingers against his warm skin. “I hope so.”
The End
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