“Let me get a condom, baby.”
I reach down into my pocket, pull out my phone, fingers brushing the foil packet tucked at the edges.
Regan snickers. “It’s not expired, is it?”
And just like that, pure panic slams through me. Because it’s been afucking minutesince I’ve done this between finishing school, moving to Whitewood Creek and starting my new job. Me and my hand have become best friends these past few months and I haven’t had the time to date or talk to women.
I check the date.
Bold black letters staring back at me.
Expired. Five months ago.
“Dammit.”
“Oh myGod,” she laughs, still bent over the bale of hay, her thick ass jiggling with each laugh she releases. “It’s really expired?”
“Don’t gloat.”
She snorts. “I waskidding—but good to know.”
I squeeze one of her ass cheeks hard enough to get a gasp from her. Then she turns to face me, her expression shifting, eyes serious. “Fuck me raw.”
My brain short-circuits. “What?”
“I trust you.” Her voice is steady. No hesitation. “I’ve been tested since I ended things with Declan, plus I’ve never had sex without a condom before. I don’t want you walking all the way back to the house to try to find another expired one. I’mturned on, and Iwantyou. I trust you.” She wets her lips. “Just pull out before you come.”
Fuck me.Because never—not once in my life—have I done this before. Not with anyone in my forty-one years of life. Never have Itrustedanyone enough to.
But Regan, flushed cheeks, still in that damn rehearsal dinner dress, looking like a fever dream, has me reconsideringeverything and not just sex. Reconsidering everything I thought I believed.
I spin her back around, pressing a firm hand between her shoulder blades until she’s bent over again. Then I raise my palm and smack her ass, hard.
She gasps. “What was that for?”
“For laughing when you realized my condom was expired.”
Then I thrust two fingers back into her dripping heat, twisting them, finding that perfect spot inside her that has her breaking apart. She whimpers, clutching at the hay.
“It’s expired because I haven’t been fucking around, Regan. Do you understand?”
She nods, breathless. “Yeah. I do.”
Because you’re the exception.
“And you trust me despite my past to take you raw?”
Another nod.
I ease in a third finger, feel her stretch, tight and perfect around me. It’s going to be a tight fit, so I need her to relax, to get comfortable with these fingers before I take her the way that I’ve been wanting to.
“But do you trust me?” she asks.
That stops me cold. Because trusting a woman? That’s never been in my nature. But with Regan, I think Ido. So, I don’t answer her. I show her.
Lining myself up at her entrance, I feel her slick arousal coat the head of my cock and it’s almost too much. I grip the base, squeezing tight, trying to slow myself down, trying to pretend like I have any control here when she could tell me to doanything, and I’d do it. Because once I’m inside of her—bare—I know it’s fucking over for me. Regan takes the control then.
I flick the tip of my cock and tilt my head to the ceiling, telling myself I can do this. And then I push into her pussy, sinking halfway into a fucking tunnel of pleasure.
