Page 62 of Bad Girls Don't Marry Marines (Rock Canyon, Idaho 3)

Stroking his arm, she asked, “When’s the last time you were tested?”

He stilled behind her and said, “Two months ago.”

“Clean bill of health?”

His breath warmed her skin. “As a whistle.”

Did she trust him? Yes.

The doctor’s words echoed in her brain. “The chances of you getting pregnant without fertility drugs are slim, less than five percent.”

But there was always a chance, and was she really willing to risk it with Justin?

There’s a one-percent chance of pregnancy with a condom. Not much of a difference.

Besides, was she really worried about this one time? No. She’d slept with Cole for three years with no contraception several times a week and nothing, not even a missed period. And if something did come of it . . .

He was a good man and he’d be a good father, if something did come of it. And if he didn’t want to be involved, he wouldn’t have to be. She could take care of them.

Still, the image of Justin cradling a tiny baby in his arms was so sexy . . .

It’s just one time. Nothing will happen.

“Then you don’t need to leave.” Reaching back, she gripped him in her hand.

He didn’t say anything else as he adjusted himself at her entrance before thrusting inside. She sighed as he used shallow strokes, pushing into her as he slid one arm under her body and massaged her breasts while his other hand found her clit once more. Turning her head, she kissed his chin, and he dropped his mouth to hers. Every nerve in her body was sparked by his touch as her orgasm built.

When at last the dam broke, she cried out, breaking the kiss as she rode the waves and held onto him. As he pumped his release inside her, she stroked the fine hairs of his arms, relishing his hot, ragged breathing against the crook of her neck and shoulder. He kissed his way across her skin, and she closed her eyes.

“I could get used to this,” she whispered, her brain going foggy as she yawned again.

“Good.”

A soft smile settled on her lips as she fell back asleep, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace.

JUSTIN FELT VAL’S body grow limp against his and realized she’d fallen asleep. Sneaking his arm out from under her, he backed off the bed, grabbing some clothes. There was no way he could go back to sleep, not when his internal alarm clock had been going off at f

ive-thirty every morning since he was a kid. It was past that now, almost seven, but he wanted to let her sleep.

Grinning, he turned on the shower and decided he’d sneak out to get them breakfast. Maybe convince her to stay in bed all day.

After his shower, he dried off fast, humming the tune of Craig Morgan’s “This Ole Boy” in his head. Once he was dressed, he grabbed his wallet and headed for the door, opening it quietly.

Stepping outside, he started walking toward Main Street. Offhandedly glancing into the hotel lobby as he passed, he saw an older man inside, waving his arms like he was throwing a tantrum.

Mr. Willis.

Justin froze and stared, having a hard time believing Val’s dad was here and, by the look of things, bullying the hell out of the reception desk clerk.

Backing up slowly, he headed to the room to warn Val. He wouldn’t put it past the rotten bastard to start banging on doors when the woman didn’t give up her room number.

Unlocking the hotel room, he rushed in and shook her naked shoulder. “Val, honey, wake up.”

“Hmmm, what’s the matter?” She looked up at him blearily, her dark eyes barely squinting.

“Your father’s in the lobby having a walleyed fit,” he said without preamble.

“My what?” she cried, pushing herself up into a sitting position.