Page 166 of Only With Me

No wonder people get addicted.

I’ve only experienced it once, and I’m ready to give up my life savings and everything I own just to have it again.

“Harlow, talk to me. Are you okay?”

Blinking through the lavender haze, I look up at him with a sated smile.

“When can we do that again?”

“Christ, woman.” He falls back on the bed, sweat coating his forehead and into his hair. “You’re seriously gonna kill me, aren’t you?”

I lean up on my elbow so I can look at him. “Oh, right. You’re older, so you probably need like five minutes to rest, right?”

“Five minutes?Yeah sure…” He pants out between the words, and I laugh.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest, kissing my shoulder. “Baby, you’re gonna be very sore tomorrow. I’ll get you some pain reliever and a cold towel so I can clean you.”

Arching a brow, I try to look down between us. “Did we make a mess?”

“You bled a little, most likely from how deep I went, and it mixed in with the lube.”

I scrunch my nose. “That’s probably not attractive, huh?”

“You think your blood is a turn off for me?”

“I dunno…I thought it would be gross to you. Or maybe a part of the trauma from what happened to Wilder.”

Although Waylon told me a while ago some more details about Wilder’s past, we don’t bring it up, so I can only assume he’d associate blood with what happened.

“There is no part of you that would ever be a turn off or unattractive to me. You could squirt piss all over me, and I’d still be hard inside you.”

“Okay, ew. Wait a minute.”

He chuckles like he knew that would get my attention.

“Women squirt piss?”

“That’s what some of the researchers say…that it comes from the bladder. There’s mixed opinions about it, though.”

“Why am I just learnin’ about this now? You were supposed to teach me all things sex before we got here.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Haveta save some stuff for extra credit lessons.”

“There’s more?”

He brings his fingers to my nipple, pinching it until it gets hard. “We haven’t even touched on anal play yet.”

He flashes a playful smirk, thinking I don’t know about butt stuff, but thanks to Natalie and her tendencies to overshare, I’ve already been educated in that department.

Doesn’t mean he has to know that.

“Hmm…” I feign innocence. “For you or me, cowboy?”

When I waggle my brows, his face lights up. “Very funny.” Then he rolls over me to get off the bed. He takes out a bottle from his nightstand drawer and then shakes two pills out.

“Sit up, and I’ll grab you some water.”

He puts the meds in my palm and then slides on his briefs. But before he leaves the room, he glances over his shoulder.