RISK(47)

"Is that where I would find all of Ellie Madden's secrets?" His hand moves higher, edging the hem of my shorts. "Do you have a shoebox under your bed with all your keepsakes in it?"

"I'm not telling," I tease as I rest my hand on his leg. "I don't like showing my hand. It's much more interesting if you learn all about me piece by tiny piece."

"I'd like to learn more about what's beneath this tiny piece of material you apparently think passes for a pair of shorts?" His hand moves higher until his fingers inch beneath the leg of my shorts. They skim the tender flesh of my *.

I feel the weight of arousal instantly just from the softest touch of his fingertips.

"You're wet, Ellie." His voice dips, lower, throaty. Lust is there woven around the words.

I move my hand higher until it's brushing against his erection through his jeans. "And you're hard. It seems that we're even again."

"You have condoms."

I can't tell if it's a question or a statement. "You have assumptions."

"I have a raging need to f*ck you." He pushes my hand around the outline of his cock. "Do you have condoms, Ellie?"

I straighten my back and huff out my answer. "No. I haven't bought any since I've been back."

"Good." He moves closer, his hand parting my folds under the tight material of my shorts. "You weren't planning to f*ck either of those clowns."

"What clowns are you talk…oh, oh my God," I stutter when his index finger circles my clit.

"Spread your legs," he growls in my ear. "I'll get you off like this. I want to watch you come."

"My roommate," I whimper. "She might come home."

"It won't take long. You're close. I can feel it." His breath is hot on my neck, his lips kissing a trail to my ear. "Spread your legs, Ellie."

I do it. I know I shouldn't. If Adley walked in I'd be horrified, but his touch and the words. All of it makes me want the release his fingers promise.

He pulls his hand out and within the next breath it's down the front of my shorts. He runs his fingertip over my clit, rubbing, teasing, pressing. Every stroke of his finger, each movement is in perfect concert with my body's need.

I close my eyes as I near the crest. My hand darting to cover my mouth, to muffle the sounds I know I'll make without thinking.

"Look at me." His voice is controlled, an edge of roughness in his tone. "Let me see what my touch does to you."

I come, quickly, violently, my legs moving off the couch, my ass curving as my body seeks more. He gives it when he yanks his hand free of my shorts, tosses me over his shoulder and takes me to my bed.





Chapter 31


Nolan




I haven't eaten * for that long since, truthfully, never. When I go down on a woman, I have one goal in mind. I want her to orgasm as quickly as possible. I generally settle for just one and then my pleasure becomes my priority. I'm a selfish bastard. I know it.

The lesson I learned when I first started on my personal sexual path was that you need to give the woman you're with what she wants first and then you can take. It's my prescription for success in the bedroom or any other room I f*ck a woman in.

Last night it was in Ellie's bedroom. She told me which room to enter and when I left over an hour later it was with her smell and taste all over my face and hands. I licked and sucked her beautiful pink cunt until she was quivering and told me it was too much and that she couldn't take anymore. Then I kissed her goodnight and me and my hard-as-nails dick walked home hungry for more of the taste and those f*cking sounds she was making. It was a squeak and a moan and a chorus of words that make no sense, but I could have listened to that all night long. I wanted to slide inside of her, but I didn't. I couldn't.

I had no qualms about f*cking her without a condom. She's too aware of her surroundings not to be tested regularly. She had sex with the scummiest man whore in Las Vegas for months. She's been tested since. I'd bet everything I own on that. I'm clean too and I'm in no position to knock her up, so it's safe.

Extra safe.

It's a-vasectomy-a-week-after-May-arrived-kind-of-safe.

I was clipped for good measure after I realized that those statistics on the side of a box of condoms are real. They do fail. My daughter is proof of that.

I always played safe before May was born, always. I wouldn’t touch a woman unless my dick was wrapped and she was using birth control, but obviously one of those women, one with the same shade of blonde hair and brown eyes as May, lied to me.

The onus was as much on me as her. I f*cked whoever the hell she was with full knowledge that regardless of what we used to prevent a pregnancy, there was a slim chance of conception. I'm grateful for the latex failure now, but back when I became an instant dad when I was twenty-three-years-old, I was f*cking panicked. I decided that I'm a one-kid-only kind of guy and went to see my doctor.

A week later the problem was taken care of. I still use condoms, every single time, but I have the reassurance of knowing that I'm not going to wake up with another baby on my doorstep.

I bit my tongue last night when I undressed Ellie and crawled on top of her while I was still fully clothed. I wanted to tell her that I trusted her and that she should trust me. I wanted to f*ck her raw with nothing between us, but I want the trust that comes with time. I'm not going to pressure her into anything. I'm in no hurry.