“Be my guest.”
Then, she starts riding my cock like the sexiest professional bull rider.
“You’re fucking trouble,” I groan, watching her slam herself down on me while flicking her clit with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other. She closes her eyes and moans my name.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
My voice quivers with my next inhale. “I’m right there with you, baby girl.”
After a few more bounces, Mya brings her lips to mine in a searing kiss as she climaxes. She breathes my name like a confession, and I swallow her whimpers, letting them mix with the broken sounds that escape me when my orgasm hits me.
We both go quiet. Her head rests on my chest, skin warm against mine.
Out of nowhere, Mya says, “Do you want kids?”
I glance down at her, caught off guard. “Kids?”
Her cheeks flush. “I mean… more kids.”
I take a slow breath, thinking it over. “Honestly? I didn’t think so. Not for a long time, at least.” I pause. “But if I ever find the right person… yeah, probably.” I tilt my head, meeting her eyes. “You?”
She nods softly. “Same. With the right person.”
I grin. “Wait. Are you trying to tell me something? You pregnant, Mya?”
She smacks my chest, laughing. “No! But we’ve never actually talked about it, and we’ve been having unprotected sex.”
I blink. “Damn. That’s true.” I rub a hand over my face, half-laughing. “Guess I’ve been too caught up in you to even think about that.”
Mya shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m on the patch, and I track my cycle pretty closely.”
“Good to know,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I wouldn’t be mad, you know?”
“About what?”
“If you were pregnant.”
“Worth…”
“I know,” I say quickly, running a hand down her back. “I know our marriage isn’t real. But you’ve seen how I am with Brianna.” I meet her gaze. “I’d be the same with our kid too.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t say anything. The silence that follows isn’t awkward—it’s heavy with so many unspoken things. And somewhere in the middle of it, I know.
I’m falling for her.
Somewhere between our fake vows and real disagreements, between every laugh Mya’s pulled out of me, and every night she’s spent in my arms, I stopped pretending.
The thought should terrify me. Hell, itdoes. Falling for her wasn’t part of the plan. None of this was.
After a few minutes of quiet, Mya shifts beside me and sits up, the sheet sliding down her back. She glances over her shoulder, an almost shy smile curving her lips before she murmurs, “I’m gonna shower.”
I nod, even though part of me wants to follow her. I want to keep her close a little longer.
But after what just passed between us—after everything I just realized—we both deserve a moment to breathe.
So I stay where I am, watching her disappear into the bathroom.
The smellof coffee reaches me before I even make it down the stairs.