Page 80 of Ridin’ Dirty

Fuck, was it better.

Because he didn’t resist.

He followed my tug, sealed his lips with mine, and groaned as he came inside of me.

I felt his muscles tense.

I tasted his sigh.

And it was better.

Fuck, but it was better than I could imagine.

I knew he wouldn’t say it, but I was convinced he felt the same.

His lips said it all.

When he was spent, he kissed me deep and wet, and I gave as good as I got. He was still inside of me when he lifted his head enough to look into my eyes and ask, “You work today?”

“No,” I breathed with a slow shake of my head.

“Got shit to do. When I’m done doin’ it, I’m takin’ you out.”

“Like—like a date?”

He cocked an eyebrow at me and rolled his hips. “It’s gonna end with you naked and me inside you. That sound like a date?”

I tried not to smile huge before I cleared my throat and asked, “Does this mean you’re not mad about the couch?”

“Didn’t say that.”

I swear, I saw his eyes grow darker, and I understood it was best to simply enjoy the fact that he had me naked on top of said couch, and that was enough for now.

“Right. Okay. About that date…”

“Dinner. I think it’s time you and I talk some things out.”

I couldn’t have agreed more. Though, as the fog of my orgasm began to fade, dinner felt a million years away—especially for one topic in particular.

“Like, um…no condom?”

He raised his head enough for me to clearly see his scowl when he replied, “You said you were on the pill.”

“I am. I also can’t remember the last time I was fucked without one.”

He was still inside of me; and as much as I didn’t want to, I couldn’t stop my brain from cycling through all the men I’d let between my legs.

Some I liked. Some I didn’t.

Some were generous. More were selfish.

I knew what it was to be a slut.

I wasn’t proud of the fact that I couldn’t name them all, but I was always careful.

Even the one Stallion I fell for had never come inside of me.

“Word is, you haven’t been around. I’m clean. Assumed you were, too.”