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He bites down on my bottom lip before moving his mouth to my neck, sucking on my skin.

“If you continue to fuck me with your hand, this is going to end a lot sooner than I’d like…

” He huffs out a harsh breath and fucks his fingers faster in and out of me.

I toss my head back and tremble in his arms.

I feel the climax cresting, so, so close.

He pinches my clit at the same time his mouth latches onto my nipple and I cry out, shaking against him as I ride it out. He’s lifting me back up and then lowering me onto him.

“Fuck,” I grunt and place my hands on his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He closes his eyes as he works me shallowly up and down until I’m more stretched, getting my natural lube along his length.

“Damn,” he chokes out and then I hold my breath as I slam down the rest of the way. I wrap my arms around his neck as I breathe through the burn, the stretch, watching his face grow slack with pleasure.

I start to move, slowly, grinding him. Feeling his fingers digging into my hips.

Under the stars, listening to the wildlife, the slight breeze whispering through the trees. This is amazing. Perfect. Beautiful. Us.

He moves me harder and faster against him, feeling him pulse and twitch. He’s so close and I’m not close at all. Just so lost in feeling him naked, vulnerable, and so mine at this moment, that I never want it to end.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He moves one of his hands down to my clit and circles my sensitive nub, thrusting his hips up into me faster, hitting me so much deeper.

Oh god.

I bite down on my lip, closing my eyes as I match his rhythm, feeling my breasts bounce, my nipples rubbing against his trimmed chest.

He grunts and blows out harsh breaths in my ear, biting down on my shoulder as he starts to come.

Feeling him fill me, the attention he’s giving to my clit. How hard he’s thrusting into me, immediately throws me into another orgasm.

I whimper and fall into him, letting him take over as he rides us both through it, even though we’re both so sticky and sensitive.

He slows and wraps his arms around me, just holding me.

He tenses and glances down at his lap, finding him covered in both of our fluids. “I…we… We didn’t use a condom.” He glances back up to me panicked, stricken almost.

I chuckle and snuggle into his neck. “It’s fine. I won’t get pregnant.”

He huffs and pushes me back lightly so he can look into my eyes. “The amount of times I’ve heard that before. When is your period due? Are you on the pill?”

I shiver and shake my head. “I… I promise, Morgan. I won’t get pregnant. You know me better than that. I don’t just say shit to make other people feel better.”

He blinks at me and searches my eyes and chews on his lip. “I know, I don’t think you would try to trap me with a kid, Lillian. I’ve… It's hard. I always use a condom, always.”

I cock a brow at him and chuckle. “So the condom broke three times with Brittany?”

He sends me a deadpan stare. “No. She tampered with them every time.”

My jaw drops and I shake my head. “Morgan… I’m not ready to talk about it with you. But I swear on my job, on your daughters, he’ll, even on Betty… I will not get pregnant. Okay?”

His jaw tenses but he nods. “Okay… Why don’t we head inside and get cleaned up. I imagine the girls will be looking for you shortly.”

I wince and stand, feeling his softened cock slip out of me. “Right…” I pick up my clothes and haphazardly throw them on, picking up my socks and shoes in one hand, my wine glass in the other. I follow him into the house and he nods to my glass before he chugs his and washes it out.

I sigh and toss mine back. The warm, sweet liquid tastes bitter now. I hand it over and turn around, escaping to my room.

Should I have just told him?

Bradley knew. We were together when my doctors decided to do the surgeries. But it makes me feel less than. I can’t carry children. What if Morgan wants more? I’m young, he probably assumes I can have kids and that I probably want them with my occupation and degrees.

You would think he would believe me when I tell him I won’t get pregnant. I try to put myself in his shoes.

A professional hockey player, surrounded by puck bunnies and other women that want him because of what he does, how much he makes, and never who he is.

Of course I was attracted to him when I first met him. But after knowing him, watching him with his kids, actually talking to him and listening to what he says… I like him. Not just for his looks. Not for what he does. Not his bank accounts.

I jump into the shower and wince as I wash my body, my pussy is swollen and so sore. I wrap myself up in a towel and hurry to dry off and get ready for bed before the girls sneak in. It’s close to midnight now, I’m going to be exhausted in the morning.

I crawl into bed and check my phone, finding a text from Mackenzie with her flight time.

I take a screenshot of it and set a reminder to make sure the girls and I are home when she arrives.

I text her back with the address and then I send a text to make sure Morgan calls the gate to add her to the list.

If he will even open my text.