Yes.
A groan was torn from my throat. Nerve endings sizzled, hot pleasure pouring through me. It kept on building, getting bigger and higher and even more amazing. His hand cupped my face, trying to move with me, to keep the contact. His gaze swallowed me whole. All the time I kept moving, fucking him hard like he wanted. Like we both wanted. The muscles in my thighs screamed bloody murder. But the light inside me grew hotter and brighter until it became a flash fire.
I saw nothing and felt everything. My whole body gripped by the shattering pleasure. I came and came until there was nothing left. The ringing in my ears went on for a while as I fell limp against him. His hips bucked against me, still shoving his hard cock in deep. Hands gripped my hips viciously tight. Then he came too, exhaling hard, chest rising steeply against mine. Strong arms clasped me to him.
The night pressed in around us once again. Just doing its thing.
Vaughan’s heart beat hard beneath my ear, the heat of his body keeping me warm. I don’t think I needed anything else. At least, not right now.
“Hell of a set of lungs on you. Neighbors are going to think I was trying to kill you,” he said.
“You basically were. It was terrible.”
He snickered. “Babe, you came so hard you nearly broke me.”
“Whatever.” Who even had the energy to fight? I’d worn myself out fucking.
Then I felt it. A thick liquid oozing out of me. The dreaded sperm.
“We didn’t use anything,” I whispered.
“Shit.”
* * *
The poor baby was seriously pissed off. Red-faced and wailing, shaking his tiny fists at the world. His mother didn’t look much better, pale and worn out. Given that they had such tiny lungs, infants could unleash an extraordinary amount of sound. An unfortunate thing for this hour of the night. For any hour, really.
“He’s teething,” the woman said, having caught me staring.
“Oh.”
Drool covered the baby’s chin.
“I guess that would hurt like a bi … bad thing.”
“Hmm,” said the woman, rubbing his little back.
Her gaze moved back and forth between me and the man loitering behind me, all tall and covered in tattoos, as we waited. Strands of freshly washed golden-red hair clung to the sides of his face, the color brilliant beneath the harsh lighting. His eyes were glued to the selection of denture accessories on the wall. He should have just stayed in the car. I told him he didn’t need to accompany me into the twenty-four-hour drugstore. The drive had been awkward enough. Amazing sex shouldn’t come with bad consequences. A few bruises, grass stains on my knees? Fine. Fear of pestilence, disease, and childbirth, not so fucking much.
“You have any of your own?” she asked.
I blinked. “Children? No. No-o-o.”
The man behind me shifted uneasily.
“Not yet. One day, maybe,” I babbled on, feeling just a wee bit self-conscious. “In the future, you know. There’s no rush. Not that your little boy doesn’t look lovely. He’s just wonderful.”
The baby bawled on.
“And becoming a parent, a good parent, it’s a big deal. A lot of work.”
No one else said anything.
“Vaughan,” the woman said with a sudden smile. “My god, that is you. I’m Nina Harrison, we had English together senior year.”
“Nina,” he said, voice stilted. “Hey.”
“How are you? I heard you left for L.A. with your band straight after graduation,” she gushed. “How’s that going?”
The muscles in his neck moved. “Ah, yeah. Good.”
“Actually, I heard one of your songs on the radio a couple of years back. It wasn’t bad!”
“Thanks.”
“Ma’am. Your order’s ready.” The neat white-clad pharmacist nodded my way and sat a small box on the counter. “Side effects and more information are listed on the brochure inside the box. And please remember, it may delay your menstruation cycle by a couple of days. If you’re over your usual menstruation date by more than two weeks, you might want to try taking a pregnancy test.”
“Okay.” My hand shook as I picked up the package and handed over the cash. “Thank you.”
Nina stared at us, her mouth a perfect O. Like she’d never had unprotected sex. Puh-lease.
I charged toward the exit. Vaughan mumbled a goodbye and followed. The minute he unlocked the passenger door I jumped in, grabbing my bottle of water. Out came the post-coital contraception pill, then down my throat it went. Done.