Legend (Arizona Vengeance #3)(17)

    “Feels good,” he hisses and God it feels so good. His voice is hoarse, like he’s been yelling for hours. “Going to push in just a little bit. Just want to feel you for a minute, then I’ll get a condom.”

“Okay,” I say mindlessly but I want more than just a little bit.

He enters me slowly and to his word, it’s just the head of his cock. He holds still and I can feel his muscles in his shoulder blades lock tight. His eyes are squeezed shut in what looks like painful ecstasy and another rush of wetness flows from between my legs. Legend must feel it too because his eyes snap open and pin me with such a burning need, it almost brings forth tears from me.

His eyes are asking me outright, and I tell him what he needs to know. “I’m safe.”

Relief transforms his face and his hips thrust upward. His cock rams into me deeply, and I relish the pinch of pain his size causes. I’ll always relish it.

“Pepper,” he groans as he starts to fuck me against the refrigerator. “Your pussy is so warm and wet. I’m going to come fast.”

“Me too,” I whisper as I hang onto him. He’s driving into me just like last night. Long, deep strokes that strike at something deep within me. My orgasm bubbles again, and I think of how damn dirty this is…fucking quickly in the kitchen before the baby wakes up and what his semen inside of me will feel like.

It’s a first for me and it’s everything I thought it might be and more.

“With me, baby?” Legend mutters into my ear before biting down hard onto my lobe.

    I cry out from that sting of pain and urge him on. “With you. But go harder.”

“Goddammit,” he curses as if I just asked way too much of him but he gives it to me anyway. The fridge starts slamming against the wall and I hear stuff falling over inside.

When that moment of quiet bliss hits—when my orgasm pulls inward for just a moment before I fly apart—I tell Legend, “I’m getting ready to come.”

It hits me hard, my internal muscles locking down onto him, and blinding pleasure punches through. He feels it, curses again and slams in one last time.

I can’t actually feel him coming but I know he is because he grits his teeth and gives a long grunt of relief before dropping his head to my shoulder. “God, Pepper…you actually almost just killed me.”

I giggle and run my fingers over the back of his neck. While I couldn’t feel his semen splashing about my insides, I sure can feel the way his cock pulses inside of me. I squeeze my muscles tight and he groans again.

“Death of me,” he murmurs and then kisses me hard. When he lifts his mouth, he looks at the clock. “I know I should be embarrassed but that took less than five minutes.”

“And yet the end results were catastrophic,” I tell him seriously. “I’m okay with a five-minute fuck.”

Shaking his head, he smiles at me. “You’re something else.”

Legend lifts me off his cock and when he places me on the kitchen floor, I hold my skirt up and out of the way. His semen starts running down my legs and he stares at it in fascination for a brief moment before nabbing a towel off the counter. Rather than hand it to me, he squats down and cleans me up gently. Then to my stunned amazement, he slips a finger inside of me. Looking up with a sly grin on his face, he says, “Still quite a bit in there. Might leak out some more.”

    And with that, he pulls my panties back into place and tugs my skirt loose so it drops around my ankles. When he stands, he winks at me. “I like knowing that you’re in my kitchen getting ready to eat my food and your panties are soaked with my cum.”

My face flushes again, but I like it too.

Way too much.

Legend tucks himself in and fastens his jeans. He glances at me and asks, “So when you said you’re safe, you meant?”

He trusted my word, and while I didn’t get a chance to reciprocate that trust because he just took it upon himself to ram into me, I have to assume he’s safe too.

“The usual,” I reply almost shyly, because this is an awkward conversation to have after the fact we just had unprotected sex. “STD’s and stuff.”

Legend doesn’t seem worried at all, which has to mean that he has a level of trust in me at this point. But is that really surprising, given what we’ve been through together with his daughter the last few days.

“And birth control?” he asks with a smile on his face. “Pill? Or are you getting a shot? Or what?”

I shake my head. “I’m not on birth control—”

Legend’s face blanches and he actually stumbles backward as he looks at me with horror.

    I shake my head and hold my hands out. “Sorry. Please don’t worry. What I should have said first was I can’t get pregnant, so I don’t need to have birth control.”

His face goes even whiter and his voice is so soft, I can barely hear it. “You can’t have kids?”

“Does that turn you off?” I whisper back, because that’s what it appears to me.

He jerks and blinks. “God…no!” He then pulls me into his arms. “Not at all. But I just…I see how great you are with Charlie and for you not to be able to have that for yourself…”

He’s stating succinctly the sorrows I faced when finally deciding to have a hysterectomy.