Page 32 of Risk (Gods #3)

O h my God! What am I doing? I’m kissing him, and he’s not kissing me back.

I wrench myself away, embarrassment and mortification raining down on me.

“I am so sorry.” I cover my face with my hands. “I don’t know why I did that.”

I feel his hands take hold of mine, and then he pries them from my face.

“Yes, you do,” he says.

“Yes, I do, what?” I ask, confused and still so very fucking embarrassed while he looks totally unfazed.

“You know why you kissed me.”

Of course I know why. I’m just not telling you.

“And I want you to tell me why.”

Nope. Absolutely fucking not.

“I really don’t know.”

He cocks a brow at me, and it’s incredibly sexy. My vag gets herself all excited again.

Down, girl. You’ve already gotten me into trouble. It’s not happening.

But apparently, my brain and vag are in direct communication with each other and ignoring any rationality I should have because I blurt out, “I’m horny, okay?!”

Embarrassment doesn’t even cover how I’m feeling right now. Honestly, I don’t think there is a word for it.

You’d think Kaden would be shocked at my outburst, but his face remains the same. Not even a flicker in his eyes. It’s like nothing fazes this man. He’s so damn stoic. It’s infuriating. And hot as hell.

Ugh.

He cups my cheek with his hand, stroking a thumb near the corner of my mouth. “Why didn’t you just say you need fucking?”

“I didn’t say I need fucking. I said I’m horny.” I’m trying to keep a drop of my dignity here. I don’t have much left.

He cocks his head. “That’s the same thing, no?”

“No. Yes. Maybe.”

A deep chuckle emits from him, and then he grabs my hand and starts leading me out of the living room and in the direction of the hall that leads to the bedrooms.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“Taking you to the bedroom.”

“Why?”

He glances back at me. “To give you the fucking you need.”

My pussy pulses and aches. I kid you not—it actually aches at his words.

I press my thighs together to quell the sensation.

“We’re not having sex, Kaden,” I say, coming to a stop in the doorway to my bedroom.

He pivots his body to face me. Those dark eyes of his stare down at me. Damn, I wish he weren’t so good-looking.

“You’re carrying my children, Beautiful. Your hormones are raging because of this. Increased blood flow to your tits and that sweet pussy of yours.”

Dear God, how is this making me hornier?

“H-how do you know this?” I ask him quietly.

“Because I’ve been reading the pregnancy books too. You’re not in this alone, Beautiful. We’re having these babies together.”

He tugs on my hand, bridging the distance between us. My small bump presses against his hard stomach. I inhale his scent, and it does serious things to me. Flashes of the night we spent together flicker through my mind, like a movie reel.

His cock in my mouth. His mouth on my pussy. The way he talks so dirty and demanding. Him taking control of my body. Fucking me hard.

I glance up at him, meeting his eyes.

“Let me make you come,” he whispers, his words making a shiver run down my spine.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why?”

“Because sex confuses things.”

“I’m not confused about anything.”

He looks me dead in the eyes, and my heart beats faster.

“And that’s the reason why we shouldn’t have sex.”

“I can separate sex from feelings, Missy.”

But I don’t think I can, and that’s my worry.

“I…I just don’t want you to fuck me because you feel sorry for what I’m going through at the moment.”

Something flashes through his eyes. He leans in and his lips brush over my ear. “I want to fuck you, not because I feel sorry for you, but because I want to help you and also because you’re hot and I want to feel your tight, wet cunt squeezing my dick again.”

That hand he’s holding, he presses it against his crotch. And, holy sweet sex fairies, he’s hard. Rock hard.

“I want to fuck you, Beautiful.” He presses a soft kiss on my neck, just beneath my ear. “Let me take care of what’s mine.”

I don’t even know what he means by that, and honestly, I don’t even care.

I’m so wound up that I can barely think straight.

My fingers wrap around his erection without consent from my brain, but Kaden takes that as my consent.

His hands go to my ass, and he picks me up, forcing my legs to go around his waist, and he carries me over to the bed.

He gently settles me down on my bed. “Gonna make you come, Beautiful.”

He yanks off my yoga pants and then my panties, pushes my legs apart, and puts his mouth on me. My hips come off the bed, and I let out a cry of relief. Kaden grips my hips, keeping me in place.

It’s been too long, and I’ve needed this so very badly.

Needed him. But I’m choosing not to think about that fact and just focus on what he’s doing to me right now.

My fingers curl into the duvet, my feet digging into the mattress as I move mindlessly against his mouth.

“That’s it, Beautiful. Fuck my face. Take what you need.”

I grab one of my aching breasts through my shirt and pinch my nipple. “Yes…God, right there.”

Tingles sweep over my stomach, heading down to that pulsing bundle of nerves that Kaden’s currently sucking on, and I come. And I come some more.

My thighs lock around his head as I ride out my orgasm on his tongue.

Muscles lax, I sink into the bed, feeling blissful.

And if I cared, I’d be embarrassed by how quickly I just came, but I’m not because I’m too fucking happy right now.

He moves up the bed and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and tongue.

“I’ve dreamed of the sounds you make when you come every single fucking night.”

My eyes flick open, but he’s already off me and standing at the foot of the bed, his hand gripping his erection through his jeans.

“Need some help with that?” I cock a brow.

Holding my stare, he pulls off his shirt in that sexy way that guys do when they reach back and pull it over their head.

I pull off my shirt and remove my bra while he takes off his jeans and boxers.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks me in a low voice.

Smiling, I give a pointed look at my baby bump. “I’d say it’s a little late for that. We used one before anyway, and it obviously didn’t work.”

Then, my smile disappears when I realize that we might need a condom because he could have been with another woman—or other women—since me.

Fuck .

I lick my suddenly dry lips. “I mean, we don’t need one, unless…you’ve…been with…anyone recently.”

His expression darkens. He puts a knee on the bed, between my legs, and hovers over me, his hands coming to rest on either side of my head, eyes boring into mine. He stares at me with an intensity like no one ever has before. “No one since you.”

I hate the level of relief that I feel at his words.

I push my hand into his hair and tug his head down to mine. “Then, we don’t need one.”

I kiss him, opening up immediately so he can slide his tongue into my mouth. I fucking love the way he kisses me. Like he can’t get enough, can’t be close enough to me. And I want him closer, but he’s keeping a distance between our bodies, probably so he doesn’t crush our babies.

Our babies.

Fuck, I can’t believe I’m having babies with him, and we’re not even together.

But clearly, we want to fuck each other.

I can feel his dick against my thigh, leaking pre-cum, and it’s so fucking hot.

He leaves my mouth and kisses down my chest, sucking on my nipple, and I almost come again.

“Jesus,” I cry out, my hips coming up, seeking out his cock.

He glances up at me through his long, dark lashes. “Sensitive?” he asks.

“Very.”

“Think you could come from me sucking on them?”

“Probably, but I really want your dick inside me right now.”

He chuckles. “Save that for another day then.”

Another day?

I’m about to ask what he means by that, but he’s lifting off me and getting off the bed.

He grabs hold of my legs and tugs me down the bed, sets my heels on the edge of the bed, and pushes my legs apart.

He kneels between my open legs and takes his cock in his hand.

He rubs it over my entrance, up to my clit.

“Okay?” he asks me.

I nod.

“So fucking wet,” he hums. “You want me to fuck you, Beautiful?”

Nodding again, I bite my lips this time.

“Say it. I want to hear the words.”

“Yes. I want you to fuck me.”

He pushes inside me, and I cry out at the feel of him. That big dick isn’t even fully inside me, and it feels amazing. I’ve never had sex with a man without a condom before, and I want to ask if he’s ever had sex like this before, but forming a sentence at the moment doesn’t feel possible.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You feel…fuck. Can you take all of it, baby?”

“Yes. Give me it all. I want you inside me and to fuck me hard.”

He doesn’t slam the rest of the way inside me like I want him to. But he does push the rest of his cock in, bottoming out.

My eyes roll back in my head. He feels so damn good.

God, I’ve needed this so badly.

“Jesus,” he groans.

Sweat is beading on his forehead, and I’m desperate for him to move.

“I’ve never fucked anyone like this before. I’ve always used condoms. I can feel your cum all over my dick, Beautiful. Your cunt is squeezing me hard, like you can’t get enough of me.”

“I can’t. I need you to fuck me, Kaden. Now.” I’m breathless and desperate, and I just want him to move.

And he does as I asked. He starts fucking me slow. His big hands cupping my tits, pinching my nipples.

The rhythm he sets is maddening. He’s trying to be careful with me because he thinks he’ll hurt me, but he won’t.

“Harder,” I tell him. “Deeper.”

You’d think he was deep enough already, but my body is crying out for more of him.

He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. Then, he turns me onto my side, pressing my legs together, and he bends them at the knee and wraps his big hand around my ankle as he pushes his cock back inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits out. “Is that better?”

“Yes,” I moan.

He’s so much deeper inside me at this angle.

Then, he starts to pump in and out of me with more vigor. Fucking me hard, just like I want.

The orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I don’t even get a chance to warn Kaden.

I hear him grunt the instant my pussy clamps around him.

“Coming,” I manage to croak out.

“Got that, babe. Jesus. Yeah, that’s it; squeeze my dick.”

“So good,” I sob. “So fucking good.”

Kaden is still fucking me, but slower as he rides out this orgasm with me.

I’ve had two, and the man hasn’t even come yet. He’s a machine.

“Gonna move you, Beautiful. Okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

He scoops me up and climbs onto the bed with me. Setting me in his lap, my back to his chest, he says, “Need you to ride me, Beautiful. Can you do that?”

I look over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. “Will I get a third orgasm?” I bite down on the grin on my lips.

His dark eyes smolder at me. “Definitely.”

I take hold of his dick in my hand. I can feel my cum all over it, and it’s such a turn-on. I rise up, position his dick at my entrance, and impale myself on him.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts in my ear. One hand grips my tit. The other goes to my pussy and pinches my clit.

I notice that while I’m fucking him, his hand keeps leaving my boob and sliding down over my belly, caressing my bump. And I don’t know why, but it turns me on even more.

Just knowing that I have his children growing inside of me…it does crazy things to my libido. And him caressing and caring for the babies and me in this way…well, there’s no aphrodisiac like it.

It’s not long before I feel my orgasm building again.

“Getting close,” I pant, sweat trickling down my neck. “Please tell me you’re there.”

His tongue licks the sweat off my neck—it should gross me out, but totally doesn’t. “Right there with you, Beautiful. You come, and you’ll take me with you.”

A good few more pumps of his cock, along with a flick of my clit, and I’m riding out my third orgasm, only this time, Kaden’s coming with me.

He grunts as his cock jerks inside of me, coating my insides with his cum.

Then, he grips hold of my hair, turns my face to his, and kisses me. Plunging his tongue into my mouth.

“Fucking amazing,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine.

He gently eases me off him, laying me on the bed, leaving me feeling exhausted after all that exertion. Then, he disappears off to the bathroom and comes back a moment later with a cloth to clean me up.

I watch, fascinated by how he’s taking care of me.

Then, he disposes of the cloth and climbs on the bed behind me. Pulling my back to his chest, he presses a kiss to my shoulder and says, “Get some sleep, Beautiful.”

And without a word or questioning if him sleeping in my bed is such a good idea, I do as he said, and it’s lights out in seconds.