And honestly, I don’t even care if we don’t, because Casey Callahan is my home.
TWO
LEXI
I wake the next morning,sore between my legs, a delicious ache only Casey can leave behind. His arm is clutching my belly, as if he’s already done what he threatened last night and put a baby in me.
We’re not ready for kids, not yet. I’m on birth control, and although we’ve talked about starting a family, it’s always been a ‘someday’ thing—not a ‘today’ thing. But when he’s deep in that possessive headspace, he always circles back to it, like he’s trying to make it happen.
His breath is hot against my neck, even and relaxed, a side of him only I get to see. I try to slide out of his hold, but his arms band around me like a chain.
“Where are you going?” he mumbles, and then he pulls me into him, like he’s trying to fuse with my body. “Go back to sleep.”
“I have to get up for work.”
I’m already cutting it close. I need to shower and dry my hair. Unlike Casey, I don’t roll out of bed looking like a fucking Greek God.
He doesn’t let go of me, and realistically, if he chose to keep me here, there’s not a lot I can do. My husband is built like a linebacker.
“Sex first, then work—if your pussy can take me after last night.” He’s a little smug as he says it, his fingers already stroking through my wetness. I roll my eyes even as I try to hold back the moan that wants to escape at his touch.
“Your cock isn’t as magical as you think it is.”
Except it is, but I’m not telling him that.
He snorts, running the tip of his nose down the side of my throat as he slides two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. “I’m not the one who was babbling incoherently and gripping onto the bench like their life depended on it.”
I jab my elbow back, catching him in the side even as I let out a whimper, because his fingers are doing things to me that are making my eyes roll in my head.
“You’re an asshole.” I’m panting. I don’t even care.
“Yeah,” he says, “but I’myourasshole.”
He lets go of me just long enough to guide his cock to my entrance, and I should argue, say no I’m aching, but when he pushes inside me all my words die on my tongue.
My body molds around him as he stretches me, forces me to take his thick shaft.
Overused muscles protest at being pushed again so soon, but this is nothing like last night. He enters me slowly, like we have all the time in the world. Like I’m not racing the clock.
In his eyes, I’m not. The world bends around Casey, not the other way around.
By the time I get in the shower, I’m already ten minutes behind schedule. I don’t have time to dry my hair, so it’s still damp when I throw it into a braid.
Then I’m on the back of Casey’s bike, hugging his waist. The engine rumbles beneath us as he glides through the traffictoward my office block. Sitting behind him, the open road ahead, it’s one of my most favorite parts of the day. So by the time he pulls in at the curb, I’m already buzzed.
I climb off the bike, careful not to touch the pipes, and unclip my helmet. He takes his own off, and then his hand cups my face.
“Fuck, maybe I should just keep you for the day.”
I smile. “You don’t have enough felonies to your name without adding kidnap?”
“They’re only felonies if you get convicted.”
He presses his lips to mine before I can answer. It’s a kiss meant to remind me who I belong to, not that I need it. I am more than aware who owns my heart, body, and soul.
“I’m going to be late.” My complaint is weak.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”
