Page 145 of Endgame
“Ahhhhh,” I squeaked, definitely feeling a strange pressure. “Rourke, stop.”
“Shh,” Rourke begged, grinding into me. “Please, baby. I’m so fucking close… this is the best it’s ever felt…”
“Something feels weird.” I wiggled and he groaned loudly. “Oh my god! Pull out.”
“Fuck, Six,” he groaned, halting mid-thrust. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“Just pull out,” I ordered.
“Jesus Christ,” Rourke muttered before slowly pulling out of me and resting back on his heels. “Happy now?” he grunted, palming his dick. “Tease.”
Scrambling out from underneath him, my eyes landed on hisnakeddick and a scream tore from my throat. “Where the hell is it?”
He threw his hands up in retreat. “Where’s what, Six?”
“The condom!” I strangled out, pointing at his fully erect dick. “Where did it go, Rourke?”
Rourke’s gaze immediately went to his dick and then my vagina. “Shit,” he muttered, looking lost. He looked back and forth again and again before meeting my gaze. “Where the hell did it go?” he muttered, scratching the back on his head in puzzlement.
“How am I supposed to know?” I wailed. “It’s yourdick,Rourke. Which means it’syourcondom andyourresponsibility!”
“Calm down,” he coaxed before dropping between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I screamed, batting him away from my crotch.
“I’m going to get it out of you,” he replied, deadpan.
“You’ll do no such thing,” I hissed, trying and failing to close my thighs.
“It’s me or the nurse at the emergency room, Six,” Rourke replied, using his hands to spread my thighs wide open. “Either way, it’s gotta come out.”
“Omigod,” I sobbed, covering my face with my hands in shame. “I’m going to have to go to the hospital, aren’t I?”
“Six, I’ve got this,” Rourke coaxed in a soothing tone. “I love you, and I am going to get this condom out of you. And once I do? I’m going to put my dick back inside you. Okay?”
“Yeah,” I whimpered with a sniffle. “Okay.”
“Good. Now lie back and tilt your hips upwards.”
Mortified, I did as he asked, keeping my eyes closed the entire time. “Omigod,” I cried out when I felt his finger slide inside of me. “Rourke…”
“Relax, baby, and keep your legs open,” he coaxed in an achingly sweet tone. “Don’t clam up on me.”
Oh my fucking god.“I’mtryingnot to.”
I felt Rourke hook his finger inside me a few seconds before saying, “I think I can feel it.”
“You can?” I asked, biting back a moan. The pressure was so freaking intense. “Can you really feel it, Rourke?”
“Yeah… Hold on.”
I released a loud cry as I felt Rourke pull his fingers out of me. “Oh my god!”
“Got it.” Rourke looked as proud as punch as he slowly dragged the condom out of my vagina and held it up for me to see. “All good, Six.”
“Get rid of it,” I begged, mortified. “God!”
Chuckling, Rourke disappeared into the adjoining bathroom for the briefest of moments before returning to the room with a shit eating grin on his face. He looked so freaking proud of himself for managing to snag a condom out of my vagina.
