Shatter (True Believers #4)(37)
Author: Erin McCarthy

When she came, I watched her, just appreciating the shudder of her shoulders, the glassy ecstasy in her eyes, the tightness of her grip on the roots of her hair. I was holding her so tight I was probably bruising her, but it kept me in control, let me stay still so she could do whatever she wanted, so she could take her pleasure.

She collapsed forward onto my chest with a moan. “OMG. That was . . . immense.”

“It’s not over yet.” Holding her carefully, I turned her onto her back and I slid back out. Not giving her time to protest I went down on her. And immediately noticed she had changed there, too. “You’re so . . . swollen. Holy shit, it’s the hottest thing ever.”

“It feels different, too,” she said. “Oh, God . . .”

This would be the side effect of increased blood flow. I liked it. I sucked on her soft flesh and worked her with my tongue. Her piercing was endlessly fascinating to me and I played with it, tugging with my teeth. But as her wiggling increased and her moans grew more raw, I stopped indulging myself with exploring and got down to business. I liked the sound she made when she had an orgasm. It was a soft cry of surprise every time, like she couldn’t believe something could feel so good.

It made me pull back, wiping my mouth as I moved over her. She was breathing hard and reaching for me. It did something weird to my gut, to see her like that, so sexy, looking up at me, hand out. I felt connected to her then, in a way I had never had before with another girl. Woman. This was going to be an adult relationship. Not a fantastical high school crush that flared and died. Not a casual companionship or a college, drama-filled disaster. But a real thing, where we shared a life.

I waited for it to be terrifying, to shock me into losing my erection, to make me say something stupid and ass**le-ish so she wouldn’t assume too much.

But it wasn’t.

And I didn’t.

And she couldn’t. Because there wasn’t too much.

As I pushed inside her, enjoying the freedom of no protection, I pulled her leg over my hip so we were locked even closer together. “I may be getting addicted to you,” I told her.

Her nails dug in to my back. “You can have me whenever you want.”

Hell, yeah.

For the first time since that life-altering moment when she had sat across the table and told me she was pregnant, I felt at peace. More than at peace. I felt lucky.

This.

It was right.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

My twin bed was too small for two people, but it was better than the couch at Rory and Tyler’s, and I liked cuddling up close to Jonathon, our naked bodies still moist and warm. I felt post-orgasm satisfied and I trailed my fingers over the marks and numbers of his tattoo, content. He was a generous guy in bed, focusing on me, and I felt a little guilty for letting him do that, but at the same time, duh, I enjoyed it. There was something so easy about being with him. I didn’t worry that I wasn’t sexy enough, or kinky enough, or that at an important moment in the action, he would suggest how hot it would be if I did another chick in front of him, ruining my orgasm with the self-doubt that raised.

I didn’t think for one minute that Jonathon would want me making out with a girl in front of him. He was definitely a one-on-one guy. He made eye contact the whole time he was inside me and it was so foreign to me sometimes I had to fight the urge to look away, afraid he would see how hard I was falling for him. I didn’t want to scare him off, but I didn’t know how to play the game with someone like him, because I didn’t think that he knew that games existed. He was straightforward, logical.

Yet there was something wonderfully romantic about him. The fact that he had given any thought to a birthday present for me made my heart squeeze. Any other guy would’ve gone for a desperate last-ditch box of chocolates or worse, a helium balloon. But he had given me something that showed that even coffee- and sleep-deprived, he listened. I kissed his shoulder on that thought and in response he squeezed my butt, his hand resting comfortably there.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked him, because he had his thinking face on, the one that said he was calculating.

“You don’t want to know.”

I sat up, not liking the sound of that. “Why? What are you thinking?”

“I don’t think I should say. You might misconstrue.”

He didn’t want to see me anymore. He found me boring. He wanted a DNA test done. “I’m going to think up so many horrible things, that whatever you say can’t possibly be as bad. Don’t torment me.”

Glancing over at me, he looked surprised. “Kylie, it’s nothing horrible. No. Sorry. It’s just my creepy science mind at work. I was thinking how bizarre it is that a parasite is growing in you and will eventually explode from your body through an extremely narrow opening, and yet you will both survive.”

My jaw dropped. “Jonathon, oh my God!” The things he said . . . and he actually looked amused at the thought. I was not amused. Exploding anything out of my vagina was just not something I wanted to think about. It was a horrible word choice.

“Told you that you wouldn’t want to know.”

“Our baby is not a parasite!”

“Technically, it is. You’re the host.” He gave me an amused look. “It’s just the way my mind works, I can’t help it. I had to take it there because it’s a curious process if you think about it.”

“I’d rather not.” But he was honest, I had to give him that. “And here I was just thinking how romantic you can be.”

Now he laughed out loud. “Shit. I ruined that, didn’t I?”

“Totally. I’m sure you’ll figure out how to make it up to me.”

“Oh yeah?” He gave me a sexy smile. “Does it involve this?” He kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

“Mmm.” I loved the way he kissed. It was exploratory, slow, like he had all the time in the world to taste me.

Fingers walked down my ass and between my legs. “Does it involve this?”

He was stroking me from behind and I felt lazy, my arousal less urgent than it had been before. “Mmm,” I repeated, before kissing him again, tracing the muscles of his chest and down his abs.

After a few minutes I buried my mouth on his shoulder and let the pulsating reverberate through my whole body. “Oh, you’re so good at that.” He always knew right where to touch and the perfect pressure.

“I like seeing you enjoying yourself.”