Gentleman Nine(51)
“How was your day?” she asked.
“Better now.”
In that moment, there were no consequences. All I wanted was to kiss her. I broke my own damn rules when I cupped her face and brought her mouth to mine.
She spoke over my lips, “What about the rules?”
“Fuck them. I made them. I can abolish them.” Kissing down her neck, I groaned, “I’ve thought about you all damn day, Amber. I’m fucking starving.”
“Oh, God. Me, too. I couldn’t wait for you to come home.”
“I want to fuck you hard right now.”
Bending her head back to welcome my mouth on her neck, she begged, “Please.”
Fuck if I knew how to stop this from happening against my better judgment. Amber was my kryptonite.
She squealed in surprise as I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. Can’t say I’d ever carried a girl before. It made me feel kind of like a barbarian. She was light as a feather in my arms as I carefully laid her down on the bed.
Ripping open the condom as fast as I could, I felt my body shaking from the urge to be inside of her.
Hovering over her, I took a few moments to stare at her face. The need in her glassy eyes was the best foreplay as far as I was concerned. And then watching her eyes roll back when I finally sank into her body was just about the most amazing fucking thing I’d ever witnessed.
Her tight pussy felt incredible as she took me in. I didn’t want to hurt her, but there was no way I could go easy tonight.
As if Amber could sense my apprehension, she whispered, “It’s okay. I can take it.”
That was all the assurance I needed to move freely at the pace I wanted. She screamed out in pleasure as I rammed into her. She bucked her hips, gripping my ass to push me in even deeper. The headboard was banging against the wall.
“I’ll never forget how this feels, Channing.”
“You’d better not,” I growled.
She was sucking and biting my bottom lip as I continued to pound into her.
This…this was the best sex I’d ever had in my life. It felt different from any other experience: wetter, tighter, more intense.
As I thrust into her while I came, she writhed under me and trembled. The sounds of our mutual pleasure echoed throughout the room.
Collapsing down onto her, I thought about how fast I could make dinner so we could come back for round two. My rules were officially out the window.
When we finally came down from our high, I asked, “Are you okay? I was going a little hard on you.”
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had,” she admitted.
“It’s funny you say that…because I was just thinking that it was the single best sex of my life, too.”
I carefully pulled out of her. While disposing of the condom, I felt my heart stop. The rubber didn’t look right; in fact, my entire dick was sticking out of it—bare. My cum wasn’t inside of the condom; it was inside of Amber.
I froze.
This had never happened to me before, and I’d had a lot of opportunities. Never—not once—had a condom broken on me.
Amber noticed that I hadn’t moved from my spot by the wastebasket. “Is everything okay?”
Staring blankly at the wastebasket, I answered, “No.”
“Channing…”
Just say it.
“The condom broke.”
“What?”
“There’s no rubber around my dick. It broke. I’m sorry.”
She hopped up out of bed as fast as a bolt of lightning and ran to the bathroom before closing the door.
I spoke through the barrier, “I’m assuming you’re not on the pill.”
“No…I got off of it some time ago because I had a really bad reaction to it.”
“Shit. Okay.”
Think.
Think.
Think.
Pray.
Think.
No wonder it had felt so good; I was fucking her raw and didn’t even know it. Not knowing what to do, I stayed by the bathroom door until she opened it.
Wrapping my hands around her face, I asked, “Are you alright?”
“I hope so.”
“I’m really sorry that happened. This is the first time that’s ever happened to me.”
Amber just kept nodding. “We’ll be okay. The chances are…” She looked up, seeming to be struggling with what to say. There was simply no way to know yet if we were in trouble.
I was doing the math in my head. It had been a couple of weeks since Amber had her period. “Do you know when you’re…fertile?”
She grabbed her phone and seemed to be calculating something.
“It says there’s a window, and today is smack dab in the middle of the ovulation period.”
Fuck.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
She sighed. “It says I have to wait seven to ten days after ovulation to take an accurate test.”
Not knowing what else to say, I pulled her into me. “It’ll be okay.”
I’d be praying to God that I was right.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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AMBER
Annabelle was listening to my pregnancy fear woes as I walked and talked on my way home from work. So preoccupied, I’d nearly slammed into three different people.