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SIMON

I really wish the couch I ordered for Myra’s living room was here because her bed is way too fucking far away right now.

But there’s no way in hell the first time I’m inside her is going to be on a countertop or a floor, and those are the only two options down here, so that means we’ve gotta change locations.

I lean forward, bending enough I can grip the cheeks of her ass.

“Hold on tight.” It’s all the warning I give before picking Myra up, bringing her legs around my waist as I stomp through the house.

Past the family room I’ve almost finished.

Past the front room she still hasn’t decided a purpose for.

Past the front porch that now has a light bulb illuminating the space and a camera doorbell to identify anyone who might come knocking.

All things I’ve done. Ways I’ve worked to make Myra’s life better in case I had to leave her on her own again. Had to walk away because she wasn’t ready for this.

For me.

Myra’s legs cinch tight at my waist as I start up the stairs, struggling to keep moving as her lips move over the side of my neck. I don’t know that anyone has ever kissed me there, and holy hell is it a sensitive spot.

Almost as sensitive as the damn nipple she seems to be obsessed with.

Stumbling into her bedroom, I fumble around as I kick off my boots, glad I grabbed the pull-on pair instead of the ones with laces.

Myra’s got her hands in my hair and her teeth pinched on my earlobe when we tumble onto the bed. A tangle of flailing limbs and grabbing hands.

She wasn’t exaggerating when she said she was ready now, and Myra wastes no time peeling my T-shirt up and fighting it over my head.

The sweatpants and T-shirt she changed into when I sent her upstairs so I could deal with Butch are too big for her, making them easy to divest her of. In a few quick motions, Myra is naked beneath me.

It’s happened before. Many times over the past week, but I’ve never been naked with her. I’ve kept my dick on a tight leash, knowing how quickly things would spiral out of control the second my skin was on hers.

And I wasn’t wrong.

The second my pants and underwear are off, Myra’s small hands are grabbing at me, her long fingernails digging into my skin as she pulls me up her body. One leg hooks at my hip as her blue eyes fuse to mine. “Get inside me.”

There’s not a hint of fear in her gaze. Zero hesitation in her demand.

And it is a demand. One I obviously don’t follow quickly enough, because her hand snakes between us, soft palm gripping my length and positioning it so all it will take to give her what she wants is a flex of my hips.

And that’s what I want to do. More than anything. To sink into her warm, wet, willing body and lose myself in the pleasure of making her mine.

I can’t. Not this time.

Straightening away, I fight her hold as she tries to pull me back down. When it doesn’t work, Myra wiggles around, attempting to do work her way over me. To accomplish what I haven’t.

Yet.

“Patience, My.” I hook my hands behind her knees and open her legs wide. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I know Myra’s not a virgin, but based on her reaction to my dick, I’m fairly confident this first time might not be all I want it to be for her. That she might not come.

I’m still going to do my damnedest to try to make it happen anyway.

Releasing one leg, I lean to the side, yanking open her nightstand to retrieve the vibrator she hasn’t touched since I’ve been here.

I press the tiny button inlaid on the smooth surface, crossing my fingers it hasn’t lost its charge.

A low hum fills the bedroom and a triumphant smile works onto my lips.

I glance down to find Myra staring up at me, eyes wide. For the first time she looks uncertain, and I don’t like it.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Talk to me.” I smooth a hand up and down her thigh as my dick throbs with need, aching to be inside her.

Myra’s gaze follows the pale purple toy. “What’s that for?”

“It’s to help make sure you enjoy this as much as I do.” I move the vibrating device down her thigh, teasing it across her pubic bone. “Sometimes we all need a little help from our friends.”

Myra blinks at me for a second.

Then she starts laughing, the sound light and easy and fucking music to my ears. This is what I’ve always wanted. Someone who can roll with whatever life throws at us. Someone who can handle anything we have to face. Someone I can talk to. Care for. Laugh with.

And while Myra might have a more serious temperament, she doesn’t take things seriously. She’s easily handled her whole life being turned upside down yet again. From me showing up, to Butch and Becca knocking on her back door, Myra has remained pretty much unfazed.

And now, instead of being uncomfortable or awkward, our first time together is turning out to be just as easy as the rest of our time together.

“You’re laughing now.” I nudge her entrance a little with the head of my dick. “But you’re going to be thanking me really soon.” Shifting the tip of her vibrator to rest right beside her clit, I press a little deeper. “You might even be calling me a genius.”

Myra’s laughter dies, but a hint of a smile remains on her face, slipping away as I continue working my way into her body.

Her eyes roll closed, a much different sort of expression tightening her pretty features.

“Fair warning, Mr. Genius. If you’re not careful with that thing, I’ll finish before you’re even all the way inside me. ”

I’m not sure how that’s a warning. “Good. Then we can start working our way up to the second one while I fuck you.”

Myra sucks in a breath at my words, her eyes flying open as I sink in a little deeper.

I look down between our bodies, watching as I slowly inch my way in, being as careful as I can. When I’m finally fully seated, I pause, giving her time to acclimate. “Okay?”

Myra gives me a jerky nod. “It’s not as bad as I expected.”

I chuckle. “I’m gonna tell you, it hurts my pride a little that you expected it to be bad.” I slowly pull back before pushing my way in again, watching for any sign of discomfort or distress.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Myra’s brows pinch together as one hand comes between us. I think she’s going to tell me to stop, but instead she grabs the vibrator and yanks it away from her body, tossing it off to one side before hooking a leg at my back. “Why are you so far away?”

My choice of positioning was twofold. First, it gave me better control over my movements. Second, it gave me a little distance. Room to breathe so I wouldn’t be as likely to end up cutting our experience short.

But—as with so many other things—I can’t tell her no. Wouldn’t even if I could.

I let her drag me down, bracing my arms against the mattress so I don’t crush her with my weight.

Myra smiles up at me. “That’s better.” She runs both hands up my chest, curving them around my neck. “You’ve been so far away for so long and I thought it was for the best. Now that I know I was wrong, I want you close to me all the time.”

I tease my nose against hers. “We’re about as close as we can get.”

“That’s true.” Myra’s fingers trace along my ears. Over my jaw. Across my lips. Her touch is slow and reverent. Like she’s trying to commit every second of this to memory the same way I am. “But you’re holding awfully still for a guy who just said he was going to fuck me.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Brat.” I rock my hips against her, thinking the friction against her clit will help redirect Myra’s focus.

But the sound she makes ends up redirecting mine. Straight to my dick. A dick that is currently buried to the hilt in the woman I’ve wanted for a year. The woman I’ve left town to escape more times than I can count.

The woman who might soon be carrying my baby.

“My.” I drop my forehead to hers, rocking into her in slow, steady thrusts. “We need to talk about the rest of our deal.”

Myra sucks in a sharp breath as I grind my pelvis against her clit. “Now? We’re pretty busy.”

“That’s the reason we need to talk about it.” I grit my teeth against the urge already building in my balls. “We need to take precautions if we aren’t ready to fully move forward.”

I understand that technically what we’ve already done could lead to pregnancy. It’s not likely, but it is possible. I know where I stand on this matter, but Myra is the one who makes the call.

Always.

“You mean a baby?” There’s so much hope in her voice. A yearning I know well.

“Yeah, My.” I hook one hand behind her knee, lifting that leg up and out so she can feel all of me. “I mean a baby.”

All the air rushes from Myra’s lungs as her hands splay across my chest. “I want a baby whenever you’re willing to try to have one.”

Deep down I knew that would be her answer. Just like deep down I knew I’d never be able to tell her no. Even if Myra hadn’t picked me. Even if she didn’t want to be mine, I still would have given her what she wanted. Because at the end of the day, I don’t think I could deny her anything.

Especially when it’s what I desperately want too.

The downside to all this is I apparently find fucking with the intent of procreation to be very, very hot. And— as if I’ve never had sex before—I accidentally do something I haven’t done since I was a teenager.

I come before getting the woman under me off.

I try to stop it. Do my best to halt the climax that pretty much started the second my brain did the math on what was happening.

As soon as I recognized that tonight I could be putting a baby—my baby—in Myra’s belly, it was over.

There was no going back. I didn’t pass go and I sure as hell didn’t collect my two hundred dollars.

Myra stares at me, lips barely parted, brows furrowed as she tries to figure out what in the hell just happened. “Did you just?—”

“Yeah.” I don’t want to admit it, but there’s no way she’s not going to figure it out. “I got a little excited over the second part of our deal.”

Myra’s lips curve into a soft smile as her hands smooth over my shoulders. “It’s okay. It’s kind of sweet actually.” She shifts, focus moving to the bathroom.

Does she think…

Pushing my body up, I meet her pretty blue eyes. “You’re acting like we’re done here.”

“I mean…” Myra looks from side to side. “Aren’t we?”

I hate where she’s been, but sometimes it makes my job too fucking easy.

Going to my knees, I slowly shake my head at her. “No. We’re not.” I look down, watching as I pull my body from hers, nostrils flaring as a part of me dribbles free with the retreat.

Don’t fucking like that.

Reaching down, I work it back into her body with two fingers as I shift to the end of the mattress.

Myra figures out my plan just as my mouth descends on her clit. She tries to sit up and attempts to shove a hand between me and her. “You don’t want to do that. It’s all…”

I use my free hand to grab her wrist, keeping her from stopping me as I seal my lips against her, tongue sliding against the hard bead of her clit. Just like earlier, I can taste myself on her and I fucking love it. Love knowing I’ve filled her twice tonight.

Thanks to the past week’s worth of practice, I have Myra coming in under a minute, adding her cum to mine, making the sound of my fingers fucking her obscene.

Obscene enough my dick’s raging back to life.

I rise up, scrubbing one hand across my mouth as I pull the other from her body. Myra’s dazed eyes drop to my cock, widening at the sight of it back at attention.

I crawl over her, pausing to suck one nipple between my lips, licking against the tight tip before letting it pop free.

Lifting my eyes to her face, I lay out my newest plan.

“I’m gonna fuck you again now.” I brush my lips across hers as I sink into her, the wet slick of us easing the way.

“And this time you’re going to come on my dick. ”

Myra nods, head bobbing in jerky motions. “Yeah. I can do that.”

I smile against her lips. “I know you can.”

Myra’s eyes stay on mine as I grip one cheek of her ass, angling her hips up a little so I can hit the spot I’m aiming for. She sucks in a breath and I know I found my mark.

Her thighs start to shake almost immediately, full lips rounded into a silent oh as I exploit the place I’m committing to memory with each thrust of my hips.

“That’s it, My,” I encourage her as I chase her climax. “Give me what I want, Sweetheart.” I drink in the sight of her under me, savoring it the way I couldn’t before. That’s the only reason I see her unraveling. The only way I have any warning she’s about to come undone for me.

On me.

Myra’s eyes open wide, spine arching, nails digging into my skin as her pussy clenches. The sight, the sound, the feel, it’s so fucking perfect and I follow right behind her, spilling into her body once more.

And because I’m a little fucked up, I keep rocking into her body as long as I can, pushing my cum as far in as I can make it go until I’m forced to finally pull free. When she gets up to pee, I watch a trickle of it glisten on her skin as it runs down the inside of her thigh, frowning at the loss.

While she’s gone, I lay in her bed—our bed—and make a plan to replace it as soon as possible.