Stolen by You (Fated To Love You)

He doesn’t just have a bottom of wonders. He also has a wiener of wonders. I know if I tell him that, he’ll laugh. He’ll think it’s funny, not weird or creepy or gross.

But I don’t tell him. I don’t say anything because I want to savor every single bit of this moment. I open my eyes and watch Kirian. I watch the pleasure flicker over his face even as his teeth sink into his bottom lip again and his jaw clenches. I also watch his pulse hammering in his bronzed throat, all while I can still feel his wiener of wonders doing some marvelous things inside me.

My whole body feels spent, and I need a second to catch my breath, so Kirian helps me shift off of him. He settles me beside him, where I sprawl out like I’m ready to do what I never do and work on my tan on a beach somewhere. Preferably a beach called Kirian with the aftershocks of those waves of pleasure beating in the not-so-far-off distance. He wraps an arm around me, and I look up at him before letting my eyes travel the length of him because I can’t stop myself. I’ve never looked at a man before, but again, the lights are on, Kirian is superbly gorgeous, and I can’t stop.

And that’s when I see his dick. It’s still very hard, very throbby looking, and so thick and long that my insides ache, my mouth waters, and my whole world grinds to a halt because it’s also very…

Naked.

As in, where the ever-loving heck is the condom?!

CHAPTER 15

Lindy

“Aaahhh! I thought I told you to glove up!’

Kirian’s eyes swivel down frantically to his naked dog rocket. “I…I did! I swear I did!”

“I was concentrating on other things, so I didn’t watch you. Dear lord, I can’t…oh god. I…how could you go in with an unprotected meat pole like that?”

“I swear to you on my granny’s life that I used protection.” Kirian’s eyes meet mine, and the shadow there makes me feel terrible.

Okay, so I’m freaking out a little, and I’m not being fair to him. I’m not listening to him. I can see how genuine he is, and I know he would never do anything to hurt me, which includes not gloving up when I ask him to.

“Your granny is still alive! And that’s still a naked wiener right there.” I mean, that’s just logical. My voice isn’t as tight now, and there isn’t any accusation or anger in my tone. I’m just pointing out the facts.

Kirian’s head cranks up, and he holds out both hands like two stop signs right in my face. “I swear, Lindy, I put it on.”

“Holy epic shit,” I curse. “Oh no. Oh sweet jaysus, freaking holy hotdogs, oh my bacon bits and buttered biscuits with cheese on top.”

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

Kirian looks madly around like a swarm of murder hornets just popped the latch on the window and flew into the room. I don’t know if those things are in this part of the country since I generally try to shut out the news because it’s hella depressing, but yeah. I wouldn’t want to tangle with them. #Donotfuckwithmurderhornetsoryouwillgetowned. Plus, Kirian hates wasps, and I suppose hornets are kind of like wasps. Maybe he’s picturing wasps right now.

Meanwhile, I continue to hyperventilate, or perhaps I just start to. Something’s going down, and it’s not my rational breathing. I try to get myself under control. In through the nose, count to three. One. Two. Three. Out through the mouth and in through the nose. Oh, for farge sakes, it’s not helping. My breathing is a mess, and I’m still freaking out.

“Lindy? You’re freaking me out here,” Kirian says.

He’s getting off the bed and standing up. His sausage is still bobbing around, very naked and very, very attractive. My nipples are still harder than diamonds, and my clit throbs just looking at his god-like body standing there without a stitch of clothing as beads of his sweat glint against his bronzed skin while his eight-pack proudly stares back at me. Good lord, is now the right time to realize he has legs and arms the size of legit trees? I’m sure there’s a good percentage of trees in the world that are a lot smaller than this guy’s limbs.

There’s probably also a percentage of trees out there that are a lot smaller than his…um…sausage, too—just saying. My lady cave of secrets and wonders is deliciously sore, and it lets me know in no uncertain terms that my facts on trees are up to par.

Anyhow, now it’s back to freaking out.

I roll off my back, jump up to my feet on the bed, and start flapping my arms like a chicken. I do a little dance, raising my knees in the air as I kick jump and use my bed as a trampoline in the ultimate of post-coital workouts.