Mark (Mallick Brothers 3)

"Not the most ideal time to bring this up," I started, pulling her against my chest as I kept stroking my cock against her pussy.

"Bring what up?" she asked, sounding somewhat dreamy, completely content from the four solid orgasms she already had.

If I had anything to say about it, we were getting to six.

"Tests and contraception," I offered, looking out the door toward the bedroom, my wallet and condoms a world away.

"Oh."

"Yeah, not a romantic subject, but we gotta get it out of the way regardless. I get tested twice a year. A month ago it was clean. Always used condoms before. Got the proof on my phone if you want to give me a nice view of your perfect fucking ass as you reach out there for it," I offered, meaning toward the counter where I left it.

"I believe you."

"Your turn, baby," I offered, pressing my cock into her clit, smiling when she let out a hiss.

"Get checked at my six-month gyno visits. Always clear. Always use condoms."

"And those six-month gyno visits, you talk about anything other than test results?"

"Oh, we talk about the weather. And how to do self-exams. Oh," she added as I started to smile, knowing her game, liking that she chose that moment to play it perhaps more than I should. "We also talk about my prescription for the Ring."

Thank fuck.

Never, fucking never in my life had the idea of going without something between me and a woman sounded quite so appealing. In fact, I was pretty sure it wasn't something I ever thought about except in passing. When you weren't the relationship kind of guy, you didn't fuck around about protection. For yourself, sure, and the woman. No one wanted any nasty surprises or an unplanned baby from a one-night-stand.

But with Scotti, I don't know, it was different.

I wanted to feel her.

I wanted her to feel me.

"So what you're saying is..." I prompted when the silence hung for a long minute.

"What I'm saying is," she said, her hand moving between us, grabbing my cock, and moving it down toward the entrance to her pussy, "I need you inside me right now," she said, her voice catching as I slowly slid inside her, feeling her warm, wet, tight walls close around me, having to take a slow, deep breath to keep it together.

Nothing, fucking nothing had ever felt quite so goddamn good.

"Jesus," I growled, resting my forehead down on her shoulder as my cock buried to the hilt.

Her head fell back on my shoulder, her hands going up and behind us to wrap around the back of my neck. My own hands moved from her hips to slide up her belly and cup her breasts, rolling her hardened nipples until her hips started squirming against me, until she was as needy as I was feeling right then.

Then, before I could focus enough to even think of taking control, she started thrusting against me, taking over instead.

One of my hands slipped low, reaching between her thighs for her clit, working around it, but not touching it, knowing it was likely at that over-sensitive stage from the jets already, and knowing with this position, my cock was raking over her G-spot, and her clit was just adding to the whole thing, not delivering the whole she-bang.

"Oh, my God," she whimpered, riding me harder, the water sloshing over the sides of the tub and no one gave a fuck about the mess we'd have to clean up after. We were too lost in the moment. "Mark, I'm..."

She didn't even get to finish telling me before her pussy started spasming around my cock, dragging out a deep growl from me as I started thrusting into her, her body giving out.

"Fuck, baby," I groaned as I started to come deep inside her sweet, welcoming pussy.

And as whacked as it might have been to think it so soon, nothing had ever felt more right.

It was just my luck I was falling for a known flight risk.

Falling for?

My immediate, knee-jerk reaction was to shrink away from that, to deny it, to call it insane.

And maybe it was insane, but it was also true.

There was no denying it. Why the fuck else would I have kept stopping what I was doing during work hours to check my phone which I had already set to alert me with news regarding a certain big box store? Why else would I have jumped up from dinner with Shane and Lea to get in my truck and haul ass out of town while calling everyone I knew in the criminal underbelly about possible hideouts in that area of New York state? Why else would I demand she change the entire course she had set for her life? Why else would I feel a bone-deep need to be raw inside her? To fill her with my come? To claim her in a way I had never wanted before?